This is the first in a series of stories based on my relationship with Jennifer, a co-worker and married mother of two with whom I had a long-distance affair for several years.
It was late and the evening air in south Florida was warm and muggy, and the club was teeming with co-workers out blowing off steam after a long day of meetings. I was wearing shorts, one of my favorite Nat Nast shirts, and flip-flops, and in spite of my dress, I was still a little sweaty. I was squeezed in between folks, leaning over the edge of the bar trying to get the bartender's attention, and next to me was an attractive woman, with a come-to-me-big-boy smile and a twinkle in her eye. The club was very loud, and I practically shouted out "Hey, I'm Dave, from San Francisco."
She said "Hi, I'm Jennifer, your company librarian."
"Oh, so you're Jennifer. You've been a great help to me," I said. "So where are the glasses?" I asked, my tone mockingly serious.
"Only in the library," she said playfully.
The annual company meeting was always a raucous affair, bringing together hundreds of employees from across the country for three days of meetings, training, and lots of evening fun. There wasn't much competition between offices, so we worked with folks from offices across the country, and this was the case for Jennifer and me. We had talked on the phone and e-mailed countless times as she had helped me by track down articles and other publications needed for analyses I performed for my clients. She was always helpful and friendly, but not too chatty, which I appreciated.
Jennifer is an attractive mid-40's dirty blond, about 5'4" tall, 115 pounds, emerald eyes, and, as I learned that night, a great throaty laugh, a kinky side, and an ass to absolutely die for that she likes to show off. She is married and has two boys, one in high school and one in college. I am single, in my late 30's, 6' tall and about 225 pounds. I have a full head of brown hair, hazel eyes, and an athletic build.
The club was pulsating with music, and the floor was packed with colleagues—young and old, single and married—that were playing like sailors that just got off a six-month mission at sea. Jennifer and I drank and danced for an hour or so, and she was very flirtatious and loved to wiggle her sweet ass. During one slow song, I played a little grab-ass with her, and she delightfully rewarded me by grinding her hips into me and pressing her crotch into my thigh.
At last call, I asked, "Would you like to grab a cab instead of waiting for the shuttle bus?"
She responded, "Of course."
Her eyes were on fire and had that knowing look of a woman who was focused on getting what she wanted.
The cab ride back to the hotel wasn't even 10 minutes, but it seemed like forever. We were awash in that strong sexual tension that makes every minute seemed to move like an hour.
Besides the main original hotel, there were several newer buildings behind the hotel that had larger, more private rooms where she was staying. After leaving the cab we started walking and I playfully asked, "So what do you want to do?"
She responded by turning to me, with that fire in her eyes, and reached up to kiss me and reached down to rub my cock through my jeans.
"I always have a little fun each year at the meeting, and you're going to be my fun this year," she whispered.
She told me her roommate wasn't arriving until tomorrow, so off we went to her room. The anticipation was killing me, I was on edge, and all I could think of was ravaging her. Once inside her room, we fell to the bed kissing and groping like there was no tomorrow. Mouths and tongues and hands were a blur: kissing, swirling tongues, sucking her tongue, feeling the intense heat emanating from her. My cock was hard as iron, straining for release, and her hands were raking through my hair.
We peeled our clothes off and felt the immediate adrenaline rush from our intertwined naked bodies. I rolled her onto her back and started tonguing her hard, tender nipples, taking one into my mouth, gently sucking it, then swirling my tongue around and around, then gently biting and tugging it. I had another hand pressed against her warm mound, feeling her vast wetness. She was panting and running her fingers through my hair, and her thigh was rubbing my hard, dripping cock.
"Oh, yeah, suck it," she whispered breathlessly.
Devouring her, I pushed her swollen breasts together, and tonguing both nipples at the same time, and then went back and forth from one to the other, driving her to the edge of ecstasy. Her moaning intensified and I could feel her nails pressing into my back and her hips starting to buck. Encouraged by her erotic responses, I swung one leg over her, straddling her, and lifted my head up. Looking into her molten eyes, I began to gently knead her aching, swollen breasts.
My cock was dripping onto her tummy and I slowly slid it back and forth as I rolled and tugged her nipples.
I said, "You're a dirty girl, Jennifer."
"Yes, I know" she said.
Increasing the intensity of the nipple play, I asked, "Have you always been a dirty girl?"
"I am a very dirty girl and I just don't know how I got to be this way" she said playfully.
"Are all librarians like you?" I asked.
"You didn't know it was part of the trade?" she asked.
I continued to knead her breasts and work her nipples, rolling and tugging them a bit harder.
