A semi-autobiographical account of my sexual encounters over many years.
Chapter Thirty-Three. 2013.
(March.) Sam, mid-thirties.
What attracted me to Sam was that he seemed so confident and knowledgeable. He'd been everywhere and seen everything; at least according to his own conversation. Sam was also a brilliant linguist, speaking several languages fluently.
It was actually rather an odd encounter in as much as I successfully represented Sam's ex-wife in a disputed financial settlement. However, we seemed to hit it off from the beginning, Sam's own lawyer expressing surprise that an agreement which went against his client was settled so quick and amicably.
Anyway, with the legal business completed Sam invited me out for dinner.
"To demonstrate that I harbour no ill will towards you personally. I know an excellent restaurant where the cuisine is first rate; to go with a first rate lady," Sam smiled.
"It's a bit irregular to be wined and dined by the person I've beaten in a settlement," I told Sam. "Although to be honest I don't really think you were at fault in any way, if anything the legal system was to blame."
"So, you'll let me buy you dinner to show there are no hard feelings on my part then?"
"Put like that it would be churlish to refuse," I told him.
Actually I was delighted to be invited for a meal by the exceptionally good looking Sam and it was during said meal that I made my assessment of him which opened the story.
After the excellent, and probably very expensive meal, Sam invited me to his place for a nightcap. I had already checked out of my hotel when leaving in the morning so having no reason to return there I agreed, following Sam's car in my own.
During my research of Sam's background in my role of his wife's solicitor I had discovered that although only in his mid-thirties he was already a very wealthy man, mainly due to his business acumen. I now found that Sam's house, a large detached property, was situated on the very edge of town in what looked to be a very exclusive, not to say expensive, neighbourhood.
"Surely you don't live here alone," I said to Sam as we walked to the front door.
Learning that he did indeed live alone since his divorce a couple of years ago I knew exactly why he'd invited me. Sam's intention was seduction, a notion I found very acceptable!
I had learnt from his wife that she had divorced Sam because of his womanising ways. He was, in her own words, "A guy who can't keep it in his trousers, chasing after anything in a skirt."
Anyway, having cancelled the comprehensive looking alarm system, Sam ushered me into the lounge and asked what I wanted to drink. I decided on something non-alcoholic and Sam had the same, remarking with a smile that he wanted to keep a clear head for later.
"I understand from your ex-wife that you were unfaithful to her multiple times so I don't need two guesses to work out your intention tonight," I remarked once we'd settled down, side by side on a large leather settee.
"I love sex and need lots of it so when Sarah couldn't, or wouldn't accommodate my needs, I had little choice but to look elsewhere," Sam replied, placing his hand on my knee. "You're presumably unconcerned by my reputation or you wouldn't have agreed to come here."
His hand was travelling slowly up my thigh as Sam went on, "I've become a good judge of women over the last few years and am pretty sure you're up for it tonight. Like to play away yourself, do you?"
Sam's fingers were tracing the outline of my suspender now and though I hadn't replied to his last words I did uncross my legs and part them a little, smiling at him in the process. I responded when he kissed me though, perhaps a bit too ardently, probing Sam's mouth with my tongue.
His hand was beneath my skirt then, without me being aware of how it got there, and when his fingers stroked the skin above my stocking tops I pressed my lips to his again.
"I like the way your legs parted at the slightest provocation Sandi, answer enough I think," Sam remarked on breaking from the kiss, his fingers slipping between my thighs.
Sam grinned when I hitched my skirt higher the better to spread my legs as his fingers slipped inside my panties.
"Hmm this feels good, plenty of moisture developing," he commented his fingers probing my cunt.
I had felt instinctively, long before he touched me there, that Sam would prove a very skilled and satisfying lover. With my own hand stroking the bulge in the front of his trousers I now also knew he was a well-endowed one.
Sam undressed me then, removing every stitch of clothing in a way that had me purring with delight. Next, he swiftly removed his own clothing and I cooed happily when I saw the lovely fat penis in all its glory.
"Like a big fat cock do you Sandi?"
"What do you think!"
I took Sam's hand to press it between my thighs and he laughed.
"If cunts could drool that's the way I'd have to describe yours at this moment, it's absolutely dripping at the prospect of having my cock inside!"
Taking me by the hand, Sam led me upstairs and into a bedroom, the décor of which took my breath away. There were large mirrors adorning most walls and a large four poster bed placed in the very centre of the room.
"I like to watch, both myself in action and the girl's reaction, while having sex," he told me.
Behind me then, Sam was looking over my shoulder at us as his hands cupped my breasts. He watched himself playing with my nipples, soon saying, "My conquests are in three figures now but you are by far the oldest, and I think sexiest. What about you, had a lot of guys have you?"
I hadn't given a thought to the age difference before then but at forty-eight going on forty-nine I would have been nearly fifteen years older than Sam.
Following Sam's instructions I lay down in the middle of the bed and he set to work, caressing my body with hands and tongue. Sam's tongue felt particularly exquisite on my nipples and when it eventually travelled down my body I squealed in anticipation of where it was going next.
"Nice tasteful tattoo," Sam remarked after licking round the outline of the dove on my thigh.
"But not as nice as this," he commented, raising a smiling face briefly before his tongue slipped between my thighs.
I simply lay back enjoying the sensations, the waves of delightful feelings surging through me. Sam was an expert at cunnilingus, one of the best I've had no doubt about that, and my ecstatic cries rang out as he brought me to orgasm time and time again.
"That was absolutely fantastic!" I exclaimed when Sam eventually raised his face from between my thighs.
"Maybe you'd like to show your gratitude by reciprocating," he suggested.
Sam took my place, laying full length on the bed, and I went to work on his body as thoroughly as he had mine. Sam's exclamation of delight when I went to work on his balls with my tongue pleased me as did his second exclamation when I sucked them.
All the time I was licking and sucking Sam's penis and balls he was watching in the various mirrors, really into the visual side of things.
"On your hands and knees facing the mirror now Sandi."
When I'd adopted the required position Sam knelt at my rear.
"Look directly at the mirror Sandi, I want to watch your facial expression when my cock goes in."
So it was that I knelt on the bed, rump in the air expectantly, and looking at our reflections in the large mirror on the wall.
Feeling Sam rubbing the tip of his penis up and down the length of my opening I smiled at his reflection. His penis slipping inside me I saw my eyes widen and a smile appear on Sam's face.
Withdrawing his penis he resumed his stroking movements, plainly in no hurry. After a moment or two his penis again entered me, this time slipping to the hilt inside me, my cry and facial expression drawing a laugh from Sam.
He again withdrew and continued rubbing my slit with the tip of his penis.
Eventually I could take no more and cried, "Stop teasing and put it in. Fuck me you devil!"
Sam laughed and teased me that I was one very randy woman who wanted cock and any old cock would do.
"Doubt I've ever met one as wanton as you."
He was right of course. Sam had got me so worked up by now that any guy on the planet would have sufficed, I just wanted to feel a penis inside me and in my over-excited condition told him so. The words came as a complete surprise to me and seemed to pour from my mouth unbidden. Later, much later, I would feel greatly embarrassed at my hysterical outburst.
Sam was laughing as he eased his penis inside and I pushed backwards in my eagerness to receive it. To my relief it slid all the way in and he began fucking me.
"Oh yes, your penis feels so good!" I cried.
However, Sam's thrusts stopped at that moment and his penis remained motionless, but at least it was fully inside.
"Come on do it to me. Give me what I need."
I was practically begging the smiling Sam to fuck me. His hands ran up and down my thighs, then gripped my hips. Sam resumed his thrusts, slowly driving his penis in and out of me, all the while watching my face in the mirror.
"You're a randy, very wanton woman Sandi, a slut who spreads her legs for anything in trousers I suspect."
I remained silent, enjoying the feel of his big fat penis slowly drilling in and out of me.
His upper body pressing down on my back then as his hands seized my breasts, Sam was fucking me faster and faster.
"Keep looking into the mirror you wanton bitch and remember the countless cocks that have possessed your cunt before mine," he hissed, his mouth close to my ear, adding almost immediately, "here it comes!"
Jets of semen spurted into my depths, his penis remaining buried to the hilt. Sam had been closely watching my reactions in the mirror the whole time he was fucking me and probably came quicker as a result. The sight of my glazed expression and gaping mouth plainly turned him on although embarrassed me when I noted my facial expression.
Following a visit to the loo I rejoined Sam on the bed, kissing him on the lips effusively while lovingly stroking his penis.
"I'm seeing you in a very different light now," Sam smiled. "Gone is the serious and highly professional lady solicitor of earlier, to be replaced by a sluttish piece of female flesh. If you spread your legs so easily for guys you're opposing in a legal battle how far do you go for people on the same side?"
I didn't reply, merely continued stroking Sam's penis and balls eager to coax him erect again.
