My eyes scanned the bar from our corner booth, slowly and casually. No one was paying any attention.
Good.
I repeated the scan and caught someone's eye from across the floor.
"Someone is watching us, " I breathed into her ear. She jerked toward me, turning her back to the room and faced me and tried to push my hand from between her legs. I was leaning into her shoulder in the booth with my back to the wall, my left arm around her shoulders. I squeezed her shoulder and muscled her back around like she was but withdrew my fingers from her pussy and lifted my right hand up and rested it on the table. Three of my fingers were glistening.
"Oh god," Suzanne moaned and started to look guiltily around the room.
I slightly raised my voice. "Don't look around. There's a young girl all the way across the room. She's sitting with a tableful of people and she hasn't said anything to them. None of them have turned or are looking. She's keeping this to herself. She is looking right at me right now, like she has been."
I looked deeply into Suzanne's beautiful blue eyes then I raised my slippery fingers to my lips and slowly put them one at a time into my mouth, sucking her sweet nectar from them. I leaned closer so our faces were almost touching and drew on her shoulder. She turned to face me and we kissed, her lips soft and yielding, her mouth opening to mine. I broke the kiss before she wanted me to and whispered, "I think, that if you wanted to, we could have a third."
Suzanne's eyes flicked into mine, her wetted lips were still slightly parted. She looked, like she had looked all evening, slightly terrified and about ready to laugh. I held her stare with a serious look and moved my right hand back down to her lap. I looked deeply into her eyes as I slid my hand from her knee up her inner thigh, moving her short skirt up farther and father with my wrist until I found her sweet wetness once again. Judging from the soaked condition of her skirt back and her pussy, this whole scene was making her wild with want. My middle and forefingers glided into her hole and pressed against her G Spot as my thumb resumed circling and stroking her clit. Suzanne's eye closed and she inhaled sharply, her breath hitching several times. I would have to watch out for her, I thought. I could easily fall in love.
Suzanne and I are coworkers. We are both married. Recently, I began heavily flirting with her on the job and she responded. I like Suzanne for her wit and for her dark personality streak (personal problems with her no-good husband causes her pain which makes her angry - angry women turn me on) but I want her for her beauty. She has four children, is 39 years old but has maintained her body. She's 5'8" and about 140 curvy pounds with full breasts and hips. She has dark, almost raven hair about shoulder length and her blue eyes are the color of the Caribbean sea. Intelligent, sexy, fiery and flirting with me...Score!!
Not really. She has been seeing this other guy at the office, he's from Sales, the fuckers up there get all the office pussy. So anyway, Suzanne has been seeing Tom (hairclub for men). He's always hanging around her cubicle. One day I had to talk to her about something and I just interrupted them. She seemed relieved. After he left, I told her I was sorry for interrupting them and she told me she wished he wouldn't hang around so much. After that, we started flirting and soon exchanged personal emails. We agreed to meet in a chat room after work.
For a couple of months we'd meet there off and on and soon we were talking about having sex. She talked dirty, but she seemed reluctant. One night, I was online and got an instant message from Suzanne. I had had a little to drink and I decided to cut through all the bullshit and told her I wanted her right then, right now. My wife was working and Suzanne's husband was sleeping off a drug-induced haze. To my surprise, she said OK.
We decided to meet in a popular bar that was about halfway between our two homes. I thought I'd try something different and see where it'd get me. I told her I'd meet her in 30 minutes and that I wanted her to wear a short skirt and no panties. She typed "OO U bad boy :)" and we logged off. I quickly got ready. In the back of my mind I figured she wouldn't show, but I got cleaned up anyway. As I drove to the bar, I thought if she did meet me, she'd be wearing jeans (and probably long underwear underneath!)
Imagine my shock when she arrived (early) wearing a short black skirt, heels, and a button down top which was unbuttoned to show a generous portion of cleavage. I was glad I had had a few drinks to help me carry this off.
I had told her to arrive at a certain time wearing certain clothes and there she was. I had her figured now.
I was sitting at the bar. I stood to greet her and leaned in and kissed her mouth. The move startled her, but she recovered and opened her mouth to return my kiss. I briefly darted my tongue into her mouth and she returned the favor. She tasted sweet and smelled wonderful.
I ordered her a drink and we moved from the bar to a booth in the corner with our backs to the wall. As she slid in next to me, I put my arm around her shoulders. "You look great. You're wearing the skirt and I love that blouse." I moved closer and was obvious about looking down into her cleavage. Her milky white breasts raised toward me as she inhaled (and pushed them out?). I put my right hand on her knee just below the hemline of her skirt.
"Did you follow all my instructions?" I asked playfully, "Did you follow my demands to the letter?"
She looked at me half playfully and half frightened, then darted her eyes around the room. She quickly put both her hands on top of mine and pulled my hand toward her crotch. "See for yourself," she choked. I had never seen this side of Suzanne; this vulnerability, this excited, giddy, frightened little girlishness.
My hand was halfway up her smooth thigh, but my cock was completely hard and straining at the crotch of my dockers. I would have to be careful. I didn't want to leave a precum stain on the gray material. She looked directly into my eyes, searching. I met her stare calmly and smiled at her. I don't think I'd ever wanted a woman so much. I'd never been with a woman this bold.
