Widower S Walk Pt 06 New Horizon

Fresh out of the shower, I lay in the huge king bed in the room Cam had booked for us, watching her dress for a Women Leading Tech panel that she was a panelist at. She was rushing to get ready after our shower had resulted in her licking my cock clean of the remains of the epic handjob/blowjob she'd given me. She'd nearly given in when I got hard in her mouth. As she'd giggled at being lifted onto my hips, her svelt five-three frame little effort. I slipped my tongue into her mouth as I lined up with her entrance before she pushed me away.

"Wyatt, I can't, I told you!"

I had to do a presentation with her tomorrow, but she had responsibilities to represent the company and be seen. She'd set up a dummy room for me, fully intending to start things between us properly in her upgraded suite, free to now that I was leaving the company to pursue my writing career, and wouldn't answer to her any longer. The only problem was that she'd made a big show of what she called her 'Cuban Sex Magic,' and I was under her spell, or more simply, that she'd made me so fucking horny I couldn't help myself.

"The stalkings and the black thong," I pointed to the lingerie she'd unpacked, putting them together along the bottom of the bed. "Wear those, I have to see you in those right now."

Cam smiled, her dark eyes and ruby red lips flashing a happily at me as she held up the panties. "Can you control yourself? I don't want you getting over-excited and ruining what I have planned for us later."

"I don't think you have to worry about that," I told her. My cock was out and back to half mast watching her nakedness as she pulled her towel off her head to let her long black hair damply cascade down her shoulder and back. Her plump b-cups bounced as she bent to slide the stalkings and then the panties up her legs, spinning to show me the thong sliding into its place between her round asscheeks and disappearing there. I lunged forward and grabbed her around the waist.

Shouting gleefully as she fell into the covers, Cam couldn't resist me as I attacked her pert tits, sucking one and then the other before silencing her protests with a deep kiss. "Your magic is working too well, Cam," I warned her. "I can't wait a second longer," and I pushed my hips between her thighs as I pulled the gusset of her thong to the outside of her ass and slid the bulbous head of my rock hard cock into her engorged red pussy.

She was like a furnace down there.

"Wait wait wait... ohhhhhhh," Camila moaned as I flipped a leg over my shoulder and pushed the other flat to the mattress to spread her wide so that she couldn't stop me from taking her, "ohh Wyatt I have to go, I can't-"

"You can," I rasped and drove myself into her heat, the walls of her love tunnel stretching around me, offering little resistance as I took her with a decisive thrust. Cam writhed and moaned loudly as I withdrew slightly, pushing back into her as she wrapped me tightly in her molten, soaking, womanhood. "Yesss," I growled as I took her, nearly overwhelmed by her heat and flowing wet as I wrapped myself in her, "Cam, oh my god, Cam, you feel so good..."

"We've got to st-," I pumped hard, arching Cam's back as my rampant prick speared her, "uhh! Wyatt ohh, oh my god," her wide hips betrayed her and bucked to meet my thrusts, opening fully as a red hue began to glow from her skin. "Oh god, ah-ah! S'good."

Cam rolled her head to the side and she sighed as my cock split her pussy, burrowing deep to find my place into womanly folds. I rocked hard back and forth atop her, she jolted and gasped each time I hit her most private places, whispering, "more, more..."

No longer putting up her performative resistance,, Cam's hands settled in the small of my back, pulling me into her as I sawed my cock inside of her trembling pussy. Every thrust bathed me in her heat, squeezing me in grasping tightness, her rippling walls lighting a fire in my balls as my cockhead stirred her depths to a creamy frenzy. "Show me your magic, Cam," I demanded as I let go of her legs to put my weight on her, our mouths devouring each other.

"Nnnhh, ahh, oh Wyatt," Cam threw her head back, arching head to ass as we our bellies slapped together and the the sounds of our joining becoming wet and wanton. She spread her legs wide and I began to withdraw further, tickling her entrance with the wide rim of my helmet, then driving into her til bottoming out in Cam's shaking nethers before grinding my hips firmly against her entrance. "Ohh!... oh s-so deeeep!"

Cam was moaning loudly now, and her body bounced and shook with little spasms as I ravaged her. Her own rocking hips and the juices gushing across our groins and bellies was taking me past the edge when she lost it, "uhhhhg ohh shit.... uh!" Her eyes rolled up and her pussy closed tightly around me as girl cum gushed around my shaft. Cam moaned, "giveittomegiveittome, ahhhh!"

"Goddamn, oh goddam," I chanted, her pussy was incredible, pulling me deeper with each spasm as she cried out underneath me and wrapped her legs tightly around my back. Trapped fast in Cam by her leglock, my cockhead drilled and bounced fast in her pussy her rippling sleeve took hold of me and began to milk me with her powerful spasms.

Cam writhed against me as I rocked into her pubic bone, buried to my hilt, she pressed her face to my neck, sweat dripping between us.. "Now, Wyatt," she panted, "cum para míiii."

Trapped in her creamy vice, locked me in her trap as I began to cum, and with no place to go, I pressed us both up from the bed, slamming back down to the mattress in an ecstatic humping rhythm. I roared into her mouth and jetted cum into her victoriously, stars filling my eyes. Cam 'ahh'd' happily as she was filled with my bubbling hot cum, overflowing between our already wet and sticky groins.

Finally spent, I collapsed and Cam pressed my face to her breast, slick with our mingled sweat. She cooed and stroked my hair, twitching her hips and clenching her ass as her inner muscles milked me dry. We both panted, out of breath and satisfied. "Ahora eres mío, guapo, todo mío," she whispered as we basked in our afterglow.

"What does that mean," I asked her sleepily as her fingers coaxed me to sleep. I could have never moved from that spot again, listening to her heart beating, slowly going back to normal.

Cam smiled and kissed my forehead, "that my Cuban pussy magic is working."

I chuckled, "I thought it was Cuban sex magic?"

She slapped the back of my neck lightly, "culo, it's whatever I say it is. This time it was pussy magic, last time it was mouth magic, it's all sex magic."

Raising myself, I took the back of her neck in my hand and pulled myself up to her, pushing her down to the pillows in an intense kiss, our tongues entwined, and she stretched her body against me. "I'm happy to be under your spell, whichever it is."

That got a happy smile as we slipped into a spoon and I wrapped my arms around her torso. I glanced at the clock on the bedside table and frowned, better to be honest, I decided. I ran my thumb along her sharp jawline, rewarded with a faint murmur of happiness, and then disappointment as I slipped from her and raised myself on my arms, "you need to go."

Just then, a steady beep started from her phone. It was ten to four, the panel started in ten minutes.

"Shit! Oh shit, I'm so fucking late, shit!" She leapt up and raced to the ensuite bathroom, slamming the door behind her. Water ran and feeling a little badly, I lay back in the bed. It had been an incredible intense quickie, but I had made her late, and now she was red and sweating for our intense lovemaking, and would be dripping my cum down her thighs all night.

I looked in her bag and found a pair of slacks and pink boy short panties. Kay had favoured the same kind when we had a less-than-ideally-timed session. I knocked on the door.

"Hey, uh, I got you some clothes." The door whipped open and Camila looked at me, towel in hand as she dried her undercarriage, still topless, I let myself enjoy the sight.

"That's sweet, Wyatt, but..." she looked at what I held. "Oh, that's actually perfect. I handed the slacks, bra, and panties to her smiling, not hiding that I was eyeing her up. She looked back at me with an embarrassed schoolgirl blush. "Don't even fucking think about it, just grab the purple blouse for me," and she slammed the door again.

Looking down at my stirring penis, I scowled. "Dammit man, chill."

*

In the end, Cam got out the door with a tight, neat ponytail, and a perfectly solid business woman's outfit. You couldn't tell she'd just been roughly taken and loved it, or at least I assured her of that. She'd washed herself down with a cloth, but I stank of our coupling, and expected that she'd missed a spot somewhere that might give her away.

"I'm gonna have to be careful of you, aren't I," she smiled broadly as she allowed me to pull her in for a deep kiss at the door.

"Goddamn right," I promised her with a slap on the ass as she pulled away. "Text me when you're finished and we'll meet for a drink."

"Okay," she shouted as she ran out the door. I turned, the time now 4:05, and lay down for a nap. I had little interest in the conference, but I wanted to make sure I kept my strength up for Cam.

This was fucking awesome.

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I headed downstairs around six-thirty, woken by Cam texting that the panel was wrapping, and that the other ladies were insisting on having a group dinner.

My hopes for a naked fondue and champagne followed by a lazy evening of sex dashed, I showered up and headed to a bar on the same level as Cam's dinner, texting her as much.

The conference center was truly massive, nine floors, most of one and the lower level taken up by three separate show floors, and much of two smaller conference rooms for panels and presentations. My room would have been directly above one of those rooms, echoing loudly into the night as entertainment performed after the day.

The bar and restaurant area was huge as well, and at this time, already busy. It seemed like a lot of attendees had headed out into the night to find other places to be despite the cold, but I managed to find a quiet spot in a bar to read, and text my sister to see how Baxter and my nephew were getting on. I got back a host of photos of them playing and sleeping next to each other.

Feeling calmed by Baxter being happy, and hopeful for the near future, I read my book, mostly ignoring the patrons in the bar as they swung into the first night of the conference. Day two was usually marked by hangovers and walks of shame, as I recalled from earlier experience. I sipped at a beer and worked on a simple roast chicken dinner with vegetables.

"Wyatt? Ohmigod, Wyatt is that you?"

I looked up and laid eyes on Lynda Bartlam. I cringed internally, pasting a big smile across my face on the outside. She was with another woman, also probably early thirties. She was still pretty in that big boobs, hot ass, pretty face, but none of it really goes together in a way I was drawn to. She'd worked with me for several years before moving to Vancouver for love and a big raise... and she'd been a huge flirt and gossip.

Truth was that part of her move had been Cam loathing her, and Lynda telling folks that Cam had a crush on me. I'd known it at the time because it had been the moment we became friends. Cam had confided in me what she'd heard, and how upset she was because it could really affect her career, though now that I thought about it, she'd never denied the crush to me.

"Oh damn, is that Lynda," faking excitement to see her, "give me a hug, lady!"

Standing to accept the hug, I noticed that Lynda's hair was still overflowing loose chestnut curls and inexplicable blonde streaks. She'd somehow tanned herself even darker, always having a deeply brown Hispanic tone to her skin, despite her aggressively nasal Californian accent. She'd come to Toronto chasing a boy, as I recalled.

She wasn't a terrible person, she was usually nice and often fun, but her tendency to get to the centre of gossip and spread it had made every one at the company a little leery of her.

Lynda was eyeing the empty chairs around me and the relative lack of seats in the bar, and I swept my free hand across them, "why don't you join me?"

It took all of two minutes for Lynda to bring up Kaley. "So, sweetie," she grabbed my wrist and made doe eyes at me, "I'm so, so sorry about Kaley. She was so lovely, and you two were just the sweetest together."

That filled about ten minutes, how I was doing. Then about ten more minutes of her detailing the conflict between she and Cam that had lead to her apparently demanding an exit offer (which I was fairly confident wasn't the case) after the waiter brought us a round of drinks and a shot. "What's that bitch up to," Lyn asked teasingly, "does she still work with you? I saw she's doing a preso tomorrow."

Smiling innocently, I laughed, "oh, well, I'm here with her for it, actually, Lyn..." Lynda stared at me agape for a moment.

Laughing out loud now, Lyn threw back her head and laughed theatrically in as she did, showcasing her big rack under the sheer sweater. "Ohhmygod, haha!" Her eyes sparkled at me and a warning bell went off in the back of my head. A cool hand touched the back of my own holding my tumbler. "I'm sorry about your wife. Was it long ago?"

Suddenly, I felt like the prey on a nature documentary. "A little over a year, now."

Lyn leaned in a little bit, shedding the jacket and displayed her sweater. It was as I'd feared; a pair of gorgeously big breasts strained the fabric, bouncing with serious weight as they lifted up and she sat back to put her discarded blazer on the back of the chair. Her hand slipped back across the table and stroked the back of my hand. Fuck me, but this girl moved fast. "A year, wow, you must be getting lonely."

I pulled my hand back, grabbing my drink with it in hopes of maintaining a polite distance, thinking about the many hookups, and subsequent breakups, that I'd heard of coming out of these events. Lyn was after a convention boyfriend. "Uh, well, I actually just started seeing someone."

"You're seeing someone?" Lynda waved at the server for another round. Hell, she was settling in now, and I'd have to fend her off by distracting her with gossip, meanwhile, she had it in for my new girlfriend. I suddenly stopped and thought about it; Cam and I hadn't really talked about what we wanted our relationship to be. It was certainly intensely new and sexual right now... but I assumed she wanted more and hadn't discussed it at all except for what she'd said as she handed me a room card...

Lyn was poking me, "earth to Wyatttttt, tell me about this new lady!" She looked a little bit dejected, and I certainly wasn't going to tell Lynda that I was available to make her feel better. It was dawning on me that I'd assumed a lot with Cam, and I had no idea where she sat with it all.

"Oh, c'mon, Lyn, it's a new relationship and I don't know if-"

"What's a new relationship?" I closed my eyes and sighed at the sound of the soft, midtone voice with its tiniest hint of a Spanish accent. Fuck. I wanted this to be a private, relaxing date, not a gulp and gab convention catchup, but I smiled as Cam sat down, "tell us about her, Wy."

She eyed me hard for a moment, a playful look of warning, but also something under it, a mischievous smile that I didn't often see with her played as Cam turned to Lynda and reached out for a frosty faux-friendly girl hug. "Hi Lynda, oh, it's been so long. I heard you moved out to NYC last year?"

I took a breath, racing to figure out what to say as the women did introductions and quick bios. Cam had challenged me, and I knew she'd come back around, if only to see what I'd say. She might've been having the same sudden fears of what it all meant that I was. After a few minutes a drink had been delivered for Cam, and she and Lyn turned to me nearly in unison, "so, this relationship," Cam asked chidingly as Lyn demanded that I spill.

I looked at her, this beautiful woman that I'd been gasping back and forth moans of sexual gratification and lust with only a couple of hours ago, who'd told me how she'd tie me up in her magical wiles, and I could see that there was a right answer here. I grasped for what I thought might be it, and turned to Lyn.

"Yeah, so," I cleared my throat, "her name is Stef, and it's very new, we haven't really talked about the status of things yet, but we, ah, we like each other an awful lot..."

"He's lying," Cam had turned conspiratorially to Lyn, straw in her mouth as she cast a look at me. "You remember Mike, the programmer?" Lynn nodded, "his fiancee, Ange (we're tight), told me that Wyatt and her slutty friend Stef hooked up on a camping trip. Fizzled right out, she's too wild, Wyatt's too domestic."

"Little Mikey is engaged," Lyn responded animately, "ohmigod, are you friends with his fiancee, is that how they met?" Of course it was, and because Mike and I were still so close, "oh she gives me all the updates on this guy. He's been tearing it up since he got back on the market," Cam turned to me and waited expectantly.

"Is it so wrong that I want this new thing to be just for she and I right now," I pleaded.

"Yes," Lyn shouted, signalling for another round, "this is a convention, shit goes down, beans get spilled, bitch! Who's the mystery lady?"

"I stared at the ceiling for a moment, "fine," I placed my hands flat on the table, "her name is Nithya, we met at the grief group I used to go to and we're keeping it quiet because her family is traditional and-"

"Wait wait wait," Lyn waved a hand in front of my face, "you're seriously dating someone from your grief group?" Lyn turned to Cam, "anything?"

Cam shook her head at me, blowing and imperceptible kiss, "oh he's lying. I don't think they were ever super-serious, and it was going on around Halloween. Plus, he was such a sad sack right after new years, I know it's over."

"Goddammit, Cam, whose side are you on," I laughed nervous and exasperated. I had barely mentioned Nithya to Mike or Sal, let alone Ange. They knew I'd been seeing someone after the holiday, but Cam must have been paying attention to me to pick up on it ending.

Cam shrugged, "you're an expressive guy."

"Is it someone from work," Lynda blurted.

Cam shrugged, "Can you imagine, though? Scandal."

Laughing, Lynn swigged her drink, at least a round ahead of the rest of us, but Cam was getting quite a glow going too... and I realized that I was about a drink deeper than I'd even been aware when Lyn piped up, "I'm surprised it's not you two, you always were flirty at the office!"

Cam froze for a moment and slowly turned her head to Lyn, and I broke in, sensing danger, "she's been dating someone for a while, I met him at the Halloween party."

Lyn oooh'ed, and Cam shot me a look. "Paulo. We actually broke up a few weeks after that... but he took a while to get his dumb ass out of my condo."

"Really," I asked surprised, it'd seemed like she was still with him until recently. "When did that happen?"

Cam put her drink down, now empty, and held my gaze. Lynn watched, feeling the tension in the air. "Oh, uh, hmmm," she looked up at the ceiling briefly, tapping the faint dimple in her chin. "Remember when we first talked about this conference? Like, that night. He dragged it out a while, but that night."

I felt like an asshole. She hadn't told me, but I'd been wrapped up in my own stuff, I probably would have noticed something was going on otherwise. "Cam... I... I thought you went with him to that music festival he was playing in downtown the one week? You were already broken up?"

She nodded, the toe of her shoe tapping my leg around the table as she crossed her legs and squared her shoulders to me. "I had to go meet him to get my keys back." Remembering the other woman at the table, she turned to Lyn, "and of course he claimed he'd forgotten them and wanted to 'swing by to drop them off and talk."