My thanks again to JonB1969 for editing another of my stories. As with, "Oral before Argument," this is a reworking of an earlier version of the story. There will be more in the series.
I truly love big cock, especially during the years before I remarried.
It gave me a feeling that I couldn't get with other cocks, the feeling of being split in two. I loved that feeling. Craved it actually. Length was good. Girth better. Length and girth the best. Separating from, and then divorcing, my husband led to my love of big cock and I wasn't looking back.
It was late in 2000, and the subject of my attentions at that time had been, David, my boss at the law firm. More precisely, my boss had focused in on me. I was focused on his thick cock.
He was separated from his wife, who had been the firm's bookkeeper, and was now taking turns fucking me – the new associate – as well as the office receptionist, my friend. I don't think the other women knew who all he was fucking and I wasn't going to tell them.
It was Wednesday, and after a long day at the office, my boss summoned me.
"You emailed?" I said, strolling into his large, well-furnished corner office.
"Yes, I did. Do you have plans tonight?"
He knew I didn't have plans. I worked too hard for him to make plans. "No." was my reply.
"You did some really good work on that matter involving the Central Americans and that long-term lease of 737s. How about we go for drinks to celebrate getting the parties to agree to your settlement?"
"Drinks? Sure. Are you driving?"
"If you want. I'll pick you up in an hour."
"Village Inn, in the Grove?"
"For you, Cubanita? Sure. Just drinks. I promise."
Of course I was going to go. I was hoping for more than just drinks.
I returned to my office and grabbed my things. Driving home, I took a quick shower to freshen up and put on fresh and sexy lingerie. Some perfume and makeup and I was about ready to go.
About 45 minutes later he rang me from the lobby of my condo.
Tonight, at my request, we were driving out to Coconut Grove to my favorite bar, the Village Inn.
My boss was a gregarious man, and was very active in the community. Not too tall, Mediterranean, and originally from the Northeastern corridor. He had a hairy, barrel chest and thick arms and legs. A stout man, but not terribly attractive. However, he had a cock like a horse that was as thick as a soda can. "Perfect, actually," I thought many times.
As we drove to the bar in his well-appointed Lexus, he absent-mindedly massaged my bare inner thigh. I counted on it.
I was wearing a business skirt, tailored short, and jacket with the usual silk blouse. I had on stylish high heels and pink see-through panties and bra from La Perla, but no stockings or hose. My pussy was neatly trimmed, with a landing strip above my clit. A discreet gold ankle bracelet showed above my heels and I wore a simple black and gold Movado watch. I was put together for the night and I was planning on coming home with him.
During the drive, the sun slowly fading off to the west, I looked down at my hands. The marks on my finger from the wedding band and engagement ring no longer showed on my hand. I had been officially divorced for only a short while, but had moved back to Miami a few months earlier. I gave a passing thought to my ex-husband.
Imperceptibly, I moved my legs towards him, my skirt riding higher up my thighs, as we made small talk on the ride over to the Grove.
Arriving at the bar and he had the valet park the car.
I went to the bar to order drinks as he got a table for us. "Two Obans, please."
"Rocks or neat?" the bartender asked. He knew me from all the time I spent here.
"Neat, with a side of water and a glass of ice cubes. I'm sitting over there with my date."
"I'll have the waitress bring your drinks to you and your date." The bartender said.
Walking back to our table, I stole a glance at my boss's crotch and could tell he was already hard.
During drinks we talked about the day's events, and the shared surprises and disappointments at two trial court decisions. After the first drink, I had ordered hors d'oeuvres. Too soon, we realized, we had had three drinks each and it was getting dark. We paused during conversation, both knowing, without saying a word to the other, what was coming later that night.
"Well, are you ready, gorgeous?" my boss said.
"Como no, mi amor! Let's go."
Finishing our drinks, he paid the tab and he took me home. The ride was quiet, each enjoying the buzz, each feeling their inhibitions falling away. Though traffic was light, the ride was long and I grew weary. Resting my head on his shoulder, I reached over and caressed his inner thigh. His cock stirred under the expensive wool fabric of his trousers, like a might coiled cobra awakening from sleep.
Upon arriving at my condo, we parked and he graciously came around to my side of the car so that he could open the door and escort me into the building. Arms around each other, we walked slowly and unsteadily to the front door. Once in, we summoned the elevator, and inside, we groped at each other, kissing and fondling as the old hydraulic elevator lifted us to the fourth floor of the building. He firmly grasped my ass, pulling me towards him and onto his cock. I could feel it stir against my belly as we kissed. A soft moan escaped my lips.
Quietly, we walked down the hall to my place.
I was careful about sounds in the hallway because I often had complaints from the neighbors about the sound of my lovemaking and didn't want to alert the neighbors that I might be at it again tonight.
Upon entering the condo, my boss sat down on the stylish red sofa. I locked the door quietly, and then entered the kitchenette where I prepared another glass of Oban each for us. Then, I put on a Billy Joel CD and dimmed the lights in the room. Sitting down next to him, I found myself in his embrace as he kissed me deeply.
Breaking free, he asked, "Should I go?" It wasn't really a question. We both knew the answer.
I said, "No. Please stay. I enjoy your company."
