We looked a while for the right woman. I'd met several for coffee, but for one reason or another, I hadn't been comfortable with any of them. Finally, we had found her. John and I were meeting her in the bar of a resort hotel where we had booked a room. Maura insisted on a late date, not wanting to have dinner with us. We checked in, freshened up, had a lovely early dinner and went back to our room. The anticipation had us in quite a fevered state. We wanted to play a little with each other before getting to the main event.
The decision to do this had come about recently. We were out at dinner one night, when a great looking woman walked by, several times. She looked towards our table each time, but I didn't take notice until about the fourth time. I smirked at John, "Honey, I think ya got someone's attention." That made me smile. It happened often enough. He is very handsome and very charming. Beyond that though, John exudes masculinity from every pore. Like catnip for women, it attracts the ladies' attention.
"Nah, baby, I think she's been ogling you." He chuckled at me.
Now, that was new. I didn't recall ever being the object of a woman's glance. "No way! You're wrong." At that moment, she walked by again, heading towards the door. She passed by without so much as peep, but then, cast a backwards glance over her shoulder, giving me a long look while she kept striding towards the door.
"See, I told ya! She's been eyeballing you every time she walked by, hot stuff." John was smiling broadly now. "What ya think? You want to chase her down? Could be fun?"
"Honey! What are you talking about? Where did that come from? What makes you think I'd be interested in a woman? You're teasing me!" I blushed and lowered my face.
"Ahhhh, what was I thinking? You're too straight. Nothing off the menu for you!" John was goading me. It was one of his favorite things to tease me about, my naiveté. He always got my goat with that. "Little miss straight lace," he continued.
"Well, as a matter of fact, Mr. thinks-he-knows-everything about me, I've done a woman! When I was in college, like all girls do! So there!"
He abruptly stopped laughing; a shocked expression came over his face, mouth almost hanging open. I thought I had said something really, really unforgivable. Somehow, I had neglected to tell him this? I didn't even know why or how I hadn't told him. I talked about everything with John. I thought anyway. A few more beats passed before he spoke.
"Tess, you have to tell me all about it! Why didn't you before? I want to know everything! Every detail." He was excited. I was relieved. He took my hand in his, giving it a squeeze. "Please Tessy, give it up!"
It took me a couple deep breathes to recover. I leaned closer to him so my voice wouldn't be so loud and took a sip of my drink. "Well, when I was in college, this girl I was friends with and I went out to dance and have dinner. The guys at the bar were kind of a bore, and we weren't cruising anyway, we just wanted to dance. So, we decided to get a bottle of wine and go back to my place.
"We drank wine and talked into the night, getting pretty goofy. I can't remember how it started, but we got more and more drunk and somehow, we just kissed. It was a peck, and it kind of took us both by surprise. I guess we must have liked it though, because then we ended up kissing and petting on the sofa for a long while. Her lips were so soft. I had never romantically kissed a woman before. It was astonishing. Her kiss was tender but urgent. Her tongue swirling in my mouth was different than the way a man does it. We massaged each other's tits through our bras and dry humped."
John moved closer to me in the booth and put his arm around me. "You have to be kidding me. You did that?"
"Oh, I'm not done. I did way more." He smiled real big on hearing that.
"Oh baby, do tell." He leaned over and kissed me.
"Mmmmm...ok! We petted for a while longer then finally, we couldn't take it anymore. Together we got up and headed for the bedroom. We were both so hot, we just stripped, no more foreplay. We fell onto the bed and just groped and grinded on each other. With all that wine, we had no inhibitions whatsoever. Kissing mouths, necks and tits, anything we could. She was small breasted, but nice. Her complexion fair, she was a very pale blonde. Her areolas were just pink. Her nipples were very pink. So wonderful to roll around in my mouth, graze with my teeth, suck on really hard. She was doing the same to me. Sucking and kissing wherever she could get her mouth."
John's breathing was affected. He was sitting really close to me now, rubbing my shoulder.
"I just had to have her pussy though. I wanted to lick it and taste it and suck on her clit. I'd never had a woman, but damn! I wanted her, so I made my move. I quickly disentangled and got between her legs. I could feel her heat. Her pubic hair was white blond and didn't obscure her pussy at all. I could smell her musky scent. I spread her open, but I wasn't sly or teasing. I just went for it, plunging my face into her. God she was sweet and so wet. I lapped at her opening, sticking my tongue in. I think that surprised her, she was stiff for a moment, but as I continued, she relaxed and got into it. I licked and got her clit to pop out. Her labia barely covered it, so when it got hard, it was easy to get at. I was no expert, by any means, I just licked and finally sucked her clit in my mouth. She liked that, clamping my head down with her knees and hands. I sucked and licked for all I was worth. I wanted her to cum. I got a hold of her clit real firm between my lips and gave a great big draw on it, she came like a river, moaning and crying out. I think she was an ejaculator. I didn't know about that then, but I got a mouth full of creamy juice."
John took my face, turning it towards him and kissed me carefully and deeply. "Honey, I wished I coulda kissed ya after that."
"Mmmmmmm, so do I!" We continued to kiss for what felt like several minutes. It didn't matter that we were in a restaurant. There was only the two of us.
He pulled away from the kiss, "is there any more baby doll? Did she do you?" John asked eagerly.
"Yeah. We changed places. I laid down where she had been. She laid by my side and kissed me, massaging my tits."
"Like this?" John interrupted. He dropped his arm from my shoulder a bit, subtly grabbing my breast and squeezing. No one could see that side of the booth, we were safe from prying eyes.
"Uh, yeah, like that! Puleeeeeeze. John!" I was whispering but he got the drift.
"OK. Tell me more. Did she eat your pussy?"
"Hold on, hold on. She played with my tits then sucked and kissed both of them, pulling the nipples up in the suction. It was HOT. She stayed in that position for a while. It felt good, but I was on fire. I was wet and ready and getting impatient. Finally, she moved down to my pussy. She licked my clit a lot and used her fingers."
"Like this?" John had taken his arm from around me and had his hand up in my skirt. I was tingly from the story and I didn't care who saw. I lifted my ass off the seat as John pulled my skirt a little higher, so he could get a better reach. His hand was right outside my panties at the intersection of my legs and pussy. He hooked a finger on the top and yanked them down, pulling until they were off. He bent down under the table, picked them up from the floor, putting them in his pocket with a grin. I spread my legs wide as he ran his hand up under my skirt again. They were far enough apart for him to get a finger on my clit. He started rubbing it gently. I could hardly control myself. "Honey, go on."
I tried. "I was really ready for her, I was fired up. She licked a lot, but never got into lapping. Ahhhh... She did get into sucking my clit, good and hard. Ohhhhh.... Long enough to get me to cum....cummmm. It wasn't as good as I had hoped, but at least I got offffff."
"Like you are going to now?" I was straining against his finger. My hips tilted. John managed to get a finger in me. I was wet. He drew up the wetness to my clit and rubbed faster. I was losing control, but I had to maintain in public. I put my arm around him from the front and buried my face on his shoulder as I came, hard and shuddering. We would have looked like a couple in love hugging, nothing more, to anyone watching.
When we got home, we couldn't get our clothes off fast enough. John had already eaten my pussy in the car. We were so fucking hot. Luckily, we had parked far enough away and next to a bush, so that he could kneel on the ground with the door open while I laid on the back car seat with my legs over his shoulders. No one could see unless they walked right up on us. I wanted him to fuck me too, but he said I had to wait for that.
As we walked in the door at home, we flung clothes in every direction. John took me on the floor after shoving the door shut, fucking me hard, my ass against the floor not giving an inch. Ramming his cock in and out in the slick wetness, I fucked back at him hard as I could. We came together, mind and body exploding in the same instant. A rush of hot semen and pussy juice came flowing out of me.
That night had brought us here, going to meet this woman. I didn't know before then, that John had fantasies about me and another woman. We talked about it on and off, for about a month. I was turned on about it, but was afraid of lots of things as far as actually doing it. He never pushed though, he just discussed it with me assuring me the woman would be for me alone and we would be OK together.
