I grew up with a personality dichotomy. I was gregarious and outgoing, both a good student and athlete, yet shy around girls. My mother tried for years to tell me I was good looking and by my senior year of high school I was a 6'4" tall and 190 pound, hard-body, but I always thought she was biased because I was her son.
As stated before I was virgin until I was in college so you know I was no horn-dog and I never even considered other women until I discovered my wife was a psycho and a cheating slut. Even after that discovery, I never chased after a woman in my life. Somehow they seemed to always find me, especially after my divorce.
The following is another in a series of stories based upon fact, but I changed the names and places to protect anonymity of the participants.
WANDA,
Now that I had discovered what a cheating slut my wife was I had decided to at least have fun while I traveled for business. I wasn't looking for women but if someone really nice came along I wasn't rejecting possible opportunities either. WANDA.
For two years I had reported to a regional office in St Louis and then once I was promoted to Territory Manager, I reported to a new office in Dallas. Almost immediately upon my promotion I attended a meeting there and noticed how many attractive young ladies worked in the support staff and that they participated in most of the meetings and after-meeting-dinners and social activities organized for our distributors.
Once again I played it straight, and it was over a year before I allowed myself to be tempted by any of these women, this time during a week of new product training for area distributors. On the third night of product introductions and training, the support staff organized a party with a DJ, dancing, and an open bar at the Regency Hotel for all the participants.
This relatively new (then) hotel was the hotel where the training was being conducted. After about an hour of watching the distributor sales personnel drink and chase every available gal there, our receptionist, Wanda, came over and asked me to dance.
First a few words about Wanda. As the receptionist who sat in the front window of the office, Wanda certainly had been chosen for her startling good looks as well as her administrative skills. At 5'8" and maybe 115 pounds, this slender woman had a tight figure of about 34-20-34 and long legs. She also had a very pretty face and shoulder length blonde hair.
Being only 21 years old, she probably spent every dime she earned on attractive clothes and I think every visitor to the office commented on how pretty she was. I also had heard that several of the sales people and sales managers kidded that her full name ought to be Wanda Suckmydick? which I thought was unfair.
I was certainly attracted to her, but never would have 'hit-on' a fellow employee, let alone one who was at least 6 years younger than me. Assuming that Wanda was just being sociable to me as one of her out-of-town team-mates, I accepted the invitation to dance, thinking it would be one or two dances then a polite thank-you. To this day, I'm glad I was wrong.
The next several songs were slow ones which allowed Wanda to cozy her sweet body up to me and for us to talk to each other. After a few minutes of dancing and casual chit-chat she said,
"I've been wanting to get to know you better for over a year now. You need to let your hair down and have a little fun, and I intend to make sure that you do!"
As we danced she proceeded to tell me that the women in the office had openly discussed why I didn't chase them like most of the other salesmen and sales-managers did during meetings, and that at least three of them 'had a thing for me.' When I asked her which ones, she said,
"Jan, Amy, and me," and pulled my chin down to kiss me.
Her lips were soft and sweet and I could taste the vodka on her insistent tongue. I wondered if she would be so bold if she hadn't been drinking, but really enjoyed her kisses as she probed my mouth boldly with her tongue. After kissing each other for probably 30 seconds while continuing to dance, she said....."I just knew you would be a good kisser," and then she kissed and tongued me again and extended the kiss for at least a minute. Wow, could she kiss!
Then she changed her dancing style putting her arms up around my neck and pulling me tightly against her. With her 4 inch heels, she was almost 6feet tall, so she could easily rest her chin on my shoulder and molded her hot slender body against mine while she continued to whisper in my ear.
"I know you're married, is that why you've never acted interested in the girls in the office, she asked?
When I told her that I had always taken my marriage seriously, until recently discovering that my wife was a lying cheater, she said,
"Well she's really stupid, and I hope that means you and I can get to know each other better. You don't need to worry about anyone at the office caring about mixing in a little fun, because our office is pretty casual. Besides. the big boss has been having an affair with a lady architect for years, and everybody except his wife knows it, so he really can't say much."
She then continued...... "come on let's get out of here and take a walk," and pulled me off the dance floor and out the door.
Walking was a bit tough with the rocket I had in my pocket, but our walk only went as far as the elevators when she said
"I made all the reservations here and would like to see what the rooms look like, will you show me yours?"
Now my mind was racing...was this as obvious as it sounded or just innocent curiosity of a young lady? I looked around to see if anyone noticed us leaving, but fortunately no-one else seemed to see, or at least to care.
As soon as the doors closed my questions were answered, as she reached up and kissed me again and hugged me tightly. Now all I could think of was...with her tongue practically down my throat, I hope the elevator doesn't stop before we get to my floor.
When we got to the floor, the doors opened and she said " give me your key " and hurried down the hall pulling me along with her.
As she unlocked the door with the big brass key, she walked in looked around and said " these are nice rooms, guess I made the right choice."
Then she pulled me to the bed and said, "come here and kiss me some more. You are so cute, you kiss like a dream, and I've been waiting to do this for such a long time, that I could just eat you up."
Once again she began kissing me passionately and soon had her tongue in my mouth again while we held each other tightly and I rubbed my hands up and down her back and accross her tight little rear. Before long I had pulled the zipper down on her dress to rub her bare skin and she quickly stood up and pulled it off saying.......
"man you're making me hot."
Wow, what a gorgeous girl, with a tall slender body, a great tan, and brief red lace underwear barely covering the white skin areas that could only have resulted from tanning in a very small bikini. I couldn't believe she had basically seduced me and was now lying on my bed in her underwear and pantyhose.
We continued to kiss and I rubbed my hands all over her neck, back and tight ass. As we gasped and kissed, I began licking and kissing her neck and then one-handed her tiny bra as my mouth watered for her succulent breasts. While they weren't huge, they looked wonderful on her lithe body and I guessed that they were about 34C size. They were conical in shape, like old fashioned ice cream cones, but with pointed areolas and nipples, and I just couldn't wait to lick them and to get one in my mouth.
I think Wanda was used to having boys play with her tits while making-out, but not with some-onee making the effort to really give her breasts the attention they deserved. I took my time and tongued circles around her pretty pink nipples, then slowly worked my way to first suck one nipple then the other, and she panted and gasped........ "Oh John, kiss my titties....that feels so good, nobody ever kissed them like that before, Oh my god, Oh, Oh, Oh that's so wonderful, suck them harder, suck them baby."
