He awoke, to find himself alone in the bed, with a note stuck on the mirror.
'Didn't want to wake you, you were sleeping so soundly. If you are still OK for tonight, I'll pick you up at 8.00. Sorry, forgot to say, it's Black Tie! Chloe XX'
Charlie got up and pottered around the house and killed time until 8.00 when a knock on the door disturbed his thoughts.
He opened the door to see Chloe looking fantastic in a light blue evening gown.
"Wow!" he said taking her beauty in and looking at her from head to foot with undisguised lust.
"You look good yourself," she said seeing Charlie in dinner suit and bow tie.
"We had better go before we end up ripping these clothes off each other," she smiled.
They got in her car and she drove to a big hotel just outside of town, where there was an industry awards night, and her company had reserved a table.
Charlie was introduced to her colleagues as her friend and he did his best not to let either Chloe or himself down.
He made polite conversation but couldn't wait for the evening to end, it was as she had predicted, fairly boring.
When the dancing started he panicked. He was a firm believer that no white man over the age of 25 should be seen on a dance floor and didn't intend to change this thought this evening. Thankfully Chloe didn't seem too keen to dance either and they remained at the table.
At one stage, they were the only two and he felt her hand on his inner thigh under the table. She whispered in his ear: "Do you think I will be missed if I got under the table and gave you a BJ?"
"I think so, as I may not be able to hide my enjoyment," he whispered back.
"Shame," she sighed, "I'll have to wait until we are home then."
Charlie hadn't given it any thought if they would be together after the dinner, but Chloe definitely seemed to assume they would, not that he was complaining.
The evening eventually wound down and the guests all made their excuses and left.
Chloe was stone cold sober as she was driving; Charlie had also been fairly abstemious. She quickly drove back to Charlie's and they were soon in the house, Charlie opening a bottle of wine.
"Let's take it upstairs," she said. "I am so randy!"
He did as she suggested. He walked into his room Chloe was standing there waiting for him.
"Lie down on the bed, and don't move", she said.
Somewhat confused, he did as she asked.
She looked at him and proceeded to slowly strip. Beneath her gown, she was naked! If he had known that earlier he didn't know what he would have done!
She moved towards him.
"Stand up," she said.
He did and she shimmied in front of him as she slowly stripped him. When he was naked she kissed him passionately as she stroked his prick and he tried to touch her breast. She pulled away and knelt down in front of him, her eyes level with his belly.
She went lower and licked and then swallowed his prick.
He moaned in ecstasy as she started to give him one of the best blow jobs he could remember. She alternated between sucking and licking and stroking. Taking him deep in her throat and then just the helmet. He was not sure who was making more noises as it was clearly turning her on too. He was beside himself and knew he couldn't last.
"You're going to make me cum!" he said, almost crying with joy.
He started thrusting, fucking her mouth. She didn't stop him, but sucked harder.
"Oh my God, I'm going to cum!" he cried again. She made no attempt to stop and he knew he was beyond the point of no return and he started to squirt into her mouth. One after the other squirt filled her mouth as she swallowed as much as she could. He finished with a deep sigh and she stopped her sucking, licking him clean and swallowing the last drops.
"I have wanted to do that since I saw you open the door," she sighed, as she stood up and lay down beside him.
With his breathing under control, he leant over her.
"My turn," he whispered.
He started sucking her nipples, before moving down and burrowing his head between her open thighs.
She raised herself up so he had as much access as he wanted. He licked her clit, down to her wet and open hole and then lower towards her rear entrance. She didn't stop him and sighed contentedly as he circled her puckered rear hole.
"You are naughty, but that is so nice," she said.
He continued making it wet until he could enter the tip of his tongue into her anus. She wriggled to accept him and sighed even more as at the same time he started to stroke her clit with his finger.
"Oh yes," she sighed.
He continued and then moved back so that he fucked her pussy with his tongue.
"Oh my God, yes. That's it," she cried, bucking hard against him, covering his face with her juices.
She moved his fingers away from her clit and started playing with her clit herself.
"Put your tongue in me!" she urged him as her fingers teased and stroked her clit.
"Yes, yes, oh my God I'm cumming!" she cried loudly as her orgasm consumed every nerve ending in her body.
He stopped his assault on her pussy as she slowly recovered from the climax.
He lay down on the bed, looking at her chest fall and rise as she regained her breath. She moved onto her side and reached out and stroked his cock, now showing signs of life again.
"I want that inside me," she said as she moved again and straddled him, lowering herself down onto his cock, now hard and erect and ready for another session.
He thrust into her and she soon got into a rhythm with him. She soon came again, seemingly now on one orgasm after another.
He reached up and cupped her breast and stroked her nipples as they rode each other with increasing abandonment towards the natural conclusion.
They were making enough noise to wake the dead as he approached his climax and filled her pussy with his seed.
She dismounted him and lay on his side, marvelling in the feeling of sexual fulfilment.
They soon fell asleep and woke with a start as the sun rose and lit the room.
Charlie laughed as he saw the opened but full bottle of wine, "I guess we had other objectives!" he laughed.
Chloe quickly showered and left to go home and get changed.
There was no hint of meeting again, there was no need. Both knew this was a fling. Both knew neither would get hurt or offended.
Charlie's phone rang at 11.00. It was the solicitors. Could he come in and sign some papers about the house and a statement on the divorce.
Without anything else to do, he drove into town and thought he would sign the papers and then have a pub lunch.
He parked and went into the solicitors' office, a receptionist greeted him warmly.
"Hi," he said smiling at her, "I have just received a call that there are some papers for me to sign."
"Oh yes," she replied. "It was me that called. Come through and I'll bring the papers and witness them for you," she continued leading him into a spartan office. "Please take a seat."
He sat down and she soon retuned with a pile of papers. "Don't worry, she said smiling warmly at him, "they are not too bad, just a couple of signatures. Do you want to read them or shall I get a solicitor in to explain them?"
"I'll sign, you witness, how is that?" he said.
"Fine, so sign here," he did as she asked, "and here and here."
She then witnessed his signatures. He read her name; Debbie Watson.
"Thank you Debbie," he said.
"No problem, is there anything else we can do for you?"
