At the end of the year, that went by for me in a common way, just like everyone else, I ended up having a great adventure, the best of the year, with the opposite sex. Nothing planned, architected or sought after. It happened casually, blossoming spontaneously.
It was the annual get-together party at the company where I work, an atmosphere of joy, lots of drinking, music, relaxation, everyone happy, smiling and at a certain moment, with a bit of daring, I took courage, invited and soon I was dancing with the wife of Jonah. In an initially quite exotic situation, I was a commercial manager, black, 42 years old, divorced; she is a beautiful blonde, 28 years old, married, wife of the administrative assistant to the board, in another department. She was wearing a short, above-the-knees dress with a plunging neckline that exposed part of her milk-white breasts.
But it was a situation that worked out well, as there was no embarrassment on either side and in a few minutes as we glided across the improvised dance floor gently entwined, one feeling the closeness and warmth of the other's body, I began to feel something different, noticing that she was apparently horny.
I was too, obviously, which was normal, for dancing next to a beautiful woman. But for her, a white girl married to another man, to get sexual desire because she was dancing with me, it was strange, because women, even more married, are more restrained and do not expose their intimate emotions, especially the erotic ones, so quickly, in the first contact with a man, even if he likes it.
Jonas's wife was being different, acting bold, enjoying being in my arms.
Discreetly and carefully, I pressed her a little closer to me, so that she could feel the volume and rigidity of my hard cock against her thighs, and I moved my hand behind her to below her waist, stroking from her back to a good part of her body, of the ass, on which I applied a delicate caress, with a little manual pressure.
She was quiet, her eyes closed, just following the cadence of the romantic music very slowly, heavily pressed in me. I was allowing. And enjoying it.
I could see swollen, thick nipples, growing and poking through the fabric of her clothing.
I widened the area of the firm, raised ass, that I was stroking and increased the pressure of my hand on her soft flesh, starting to stroke her better and even more back there.
Sylvie, her eyes still closed, opened a little her lips and let out an almost inaudible sigh when my fingers reached and roamed the middle of her buttocks, making her feel great pleasure and moan.
Instinctively, she contracted her ass and forced it forward, pressing her hot pussy in my cock, both of us feeling the heat of our sexes touching, tightly pressed together, through our clothes.
There was no longer any doubt, she wanted sex. We both wanted. We were gripped by emotion, the heat of desire rising. We had to release the tension, perform the sexual act. It was a necessity there and now. We couldn't postpone it.
I had already been daring, asking the white wife of a colleague from another department to dance at a company party. Carry the boldness to recklessness, groping and pocketing her, was a considerable risk. But I did, and it had stimulated her. She had become aroused.
Now I was going to do the final crazy thing.