At the end of the meetings Anthony came out into the office to find that Micahela had already gone. He checked his iPad and found a message from her telling him where to meet. He went back to his hotel and showered. Lost in reverie for a while, imagining that he was not alone. That he was gently moving his hands over someone else back, moving them round, feeling the weight of her breasts, her nipples erect and proud, her hand around his swollen cock, his hands at her shaven pussy, warm, wet and inviting......a beep from his phone woke him from his dream. A text message. He finished showering and checked his phone dripping water on the carpet from his still naked body. It was from Michaela. "Hope you are ready" it said.
Anthony checked his watch and he still had time. He changed and walked out of the hotel, deciding to enjoy the air on the way to the bar. As he arrived he saw Michaela standing outside. Her outfit had given up any nod to office acceptability and gone for pure provacativeness. Not slutty, but definitely very arousing. They beamed big smiles at each other as he approached. Instead of going inside, she took him by the hand to the side of the bar, to an alley, dim but not completely dark. When she turned to face him and looked up he did not wait for her to speak. He took her head in his hands and kissed her, deeply and passionately. Their lips parted and their tongues danced around each other quickly then slowly probing and teasing. Instinctively Anthony's hand went to Michaela's backside. Her skirt was thin and he could almost feel her soft skin. He couldn't feel any underwear on her at all. Maybe she was wearing a small g-string or maybe nothing. The thought made his cock stir. She must have noticed because he hand went straight down his trousers to check it out. It stiffened completely at her touch, gentle but firm. "Mmmmmmmm" she said through the kissing before stopping. They pulled back and Michelle smiled at Andy. "I'll see him later" she said. "We'd better go in." intentionally forgetting to mention the lipstick on Andy's face.
Her eyes over her shoulder, she coquettishly bit her lip and turned on her blue suede heel. Trailing at an appropriate distance, Anthony follows Michaela through the doors into the bar, feigning innocence and struggling to control the growing arousal. Her brown skirt tight, and her hair flowing down her back, Michaela flicks a strand over her shoulder and greets the group with a ready smile and crimson lips slightly muted after her encounter in the dim alley. Wishing she was wearing underwear to stem the flow of her juices, she's warm and ready under her skirt. She sits at one end of the table, very deliberately leaving the last seat empty next to hers. Anthony, wondering how he'll get through the myriad of social obligations, and wishing he could just suggest an early evening, casually offering to buy the first round, knowing he needs that very first beer. The conversation, as all conversation does with the addition of alcohol, begins innocently, and evolves into bawdy jokes and pointed looks around the table. Just as he is starting to relax and accept the course the evening is taking, he jumps. A nail from Michaela's hand is slowly tracing it's way, hidden, up the inside of his thigh. While everyone else is lost in conversation, Michaela looks up from beneath her lashes and bites her lip in subtle temptation. Anthony, slowly losing control of his thoughts, plays up in kind. He grabs her hand and gently squeezes the base of the nail on her thumb, knowing the shivers it sends through Michaela's body, between her legs.
Their conversations on the internet had given him some secret knowledge of how to make her completely unwind. He decides to order her a new drink - one guaranteed to let her completely relax and increase the growing sexual tension that is evident to only the two of them. The tequila tastes surprisingly sweet, as a contrast to the taste of salt he neatly licked off the inside of her wrist, wishing he could lick it off her smooth, soft chest, which was releasing the tantilizing smell of vanilla. Noticing her eyes softening, she excuses herself to go outside - the friend she has brought, a heavy smoker, needs a break and Michaela makes the excuse that she always has a drag when drinking. Anthony offers his companionship with the two ladies, following them outside, and in the dim light of the bar, runs a finger through her hair, down to the small of her back and whispers very quietly, "I want to fuck you." Michaela gasps slightly in reaction, from the sheer need to feel his skin under her hands. She reaches back and strokes him in a way that no one sees, but Anthony could certainly feel. After keeping them company, Michaela's friend slips in the other door to use the washroom, knowing full well she's given both Anthony and Michaela several minutes to continue where they left off. The heady feeling of arousal is consuming them. Michaela pushes Anthony up against the rough wall outside, whispering in his ear, and running her tongue slowly up his neck, which considerably speeds up the physical reaction he is experiencing, his cock rising rapidly and eagerly in his pants. "You have issued a challenge," she continues slowly, moving her head away several inches so he can see the lust in her green eyes, "and I never back down. I warned you not to ask for it, but you asked for it." Anthony, aching and Michaela likewise, waits in anticipation, knowing he got himself into this trouble knowing full well it's consequences. She takes his index finger slowly in her hands, her eyes never leaving his gaze for a second. His eyes are hooded with lust, and she slowly puts the finger in her mouth, sucking it slowly, and twirling her tongue expertly around the digit, building the moment and giving Anthony something to think about. All propriety lost, his hands ride the sides of her breasts and he forces her mouth open with his tongue, kissing her agressively. He knows the tongue that just danced on his finger will be even more talented at the end of his throbbing cock.
Meandering their way inside, they meet up with Michaela's friend. She knows her ruse and is happy to oblige. Given different circumstances, she would have readily joined them - or taken her place. After a few more drinks, the group reluctantly decides to call it an evening. Michaela and her friend ask Anthony to remain behind to make sure that he can see them off okay. Shortly after the men part company, Michaela's friend also leaves, after they embrace and thank each other for a lovely evening. Left alone at last and to their own devices, Michaela is suddenly playful and suggestive. With no prying eyes, she leans in, presses her aching body against his, and kisses him thoroughly. She simply says in his ear, "I need you....now....my tongue needs you, my mouth needs to suck on you and taste you. I want you. Now". The building tension all night, coupled with alcohol and the realization that they are finally all alone has had their effect on Anthony. Without a second thought, and no discussion, they walk back to his hotel. Knowing, the challenge is about to be faced - and that they might have finally met their match, and happy to do so. Michaela wastes no time as they cross through the door. Accosting him, she pushes him against the wall again, tongue in his mouth, hands under his shirt and riding his waist.
Having waited so long, Michaela can control her hands no more. She tugs at Anthony's belt, unfastening it and undoing his trousers easily. Her hands dive into his underpants eagerly taking hold of his cock, enjoying the sensation of it's hardness on her fingers. Before Anthony can react Michaela is on her knees and she has pulled his trousers and underpants well clear of her target. She kisses the end of his cock gently and teases it with the tip of her tongue. Anthony leans back against the wall, letting the pleasure wash over him. Michaela's tongue circles round and round, teasing him. One moment on his shaft, then at the base, then at the tip. He feels her hot breath on him and occasionally the brush of her against his exposed thigh. Her mouth closes round him, moist warm and inviting. Then she pulls back examining with pleasure the red ring her lips have left. As Michaela sets her tongue back to work on Anthony's now glistening manhood she runs the fingernails of one hand gently down his inner thigh where she knows he is sensitive to her touch. Her other hand reaches up and she runs her fingers down his back where he is, if anything more sensitive to her light touch. He arches his back in response to the delicate tingling and combined with Michaela's reach upwards this takes him deeper into her mouth.
