Dave Fleming walked down the dimly lit corridor of the apartment building at a cavalier pace. He wore an expensive-looking suit, under a tan trench coat, and smoked a cigarette. Broad shouldered and well built, his physique had held up well over his 49 years, as had his salt-and-pepper head of hair. His face was tanned, the lines around his eyes deeply etched, whether from squinting in the sun or from a life of great stress. Butting out his smoke, he made his way to the door at the end of the hallway and, as always, rapped three times on the oak before turning the knob and entering.
It took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the relative darkness of the apartment, but as they did his gaze focused on the figure stepping towards him from the shadows and his pulse began to race. Mitzi unveiled herself in the half-light, decked out in the sexiest all-black ensemble he had ever seen. Her voluptuous upper body was embraced by a satin corset with a lace-up back and ruffle trim, while a matching lace thong and silky garter belt and stockings covered the lower half. A pair of eye-popping, over-the-knee, faux-leather fuck-me boots with three and a half inch heels finished off the outfit.
They just stared at each other for what seemed like an endless moment, her almond shaped eyes locked on his. He found her beauty intoxicating. Half Filipino, half German and almost half his age, her skin seemed to shine even in the darkness. Without saying a word, her glistening lips flashed a sultry smile and she spun away from him, her full mane of soft dark curls swinging in the shadows as she began to walk towards her bedroom. Dropping his trench coat to the floor, he followed obediently.
As he entered the dimly let boudoir, his gaze remained locked on her every move. It had been almost six months since the affair had began, since this stunning woman had come into his life and changed it forever. He had never intended to cheat on Elizabeth, his wife of over 24 years, but he never planned on meeting Mitzi either.
She had caught his eye the very first day she started working in his office building. Exotic and mysterious, he soon found himself trying to time his arrival and departure to work in time with her schedule just to catch a glimpse of her. At first he dismissed his behaviour as the trite and harmless fantasies of a man going through some sort of clichéd mid-life crisis, but soon he found himself thinking of the stunning young woman far more often than not. Still resigned not to do anything foolish that could jeopardize his marriage, he vowed to keep his infatuation with her at an unrequited distance. Unfortunately for him, the beautiful stranger did not allow his pledge to remain intact, taking the initiative one day in the elevator of striking up a friendly conversation with him. It was not until an ugly fight with Elizabeth one morning that Dave's mighty resolve began to collapse. Forlorn and resentful toward his wife, he surprised even himself when, upon running into Mitzi on his way out of work, he invited her out for a drink. And so it began.
She placed her hands on his firm chest and pulled off his suit jacket, then took hold of his hands and led him to the chair at the other side of the bedroom, pushing him into it as they reached it. Without speaking, she knelt in front of him and unzipped his trousers, pulled them down his legs removed them, along with his shoes and socks. His boxers followed soon after. Next, his tie was undone and his shirt meticulously unbuttoned and opened. Her long painted fingernails scratched down his chest, then stopped to pinch his nipples before continuing to outline a path over his abdomen, all the while her eyes locked on his and no words being uttered.
He watched as she turned away from him and offered up an excellent view of her taut ass as she strode a few steps forward. Already semi-hard, his cock sprung to full life as she turned back towards him and place one of her boot-clad feet on the edge of the chair. Their eyes meeting briefly, she ran a hand down her body, slowly sliding it over her bosom, down her stomach and in between her legs. Her back arched as her fingers reached her lace-covered pussy and he groaned in response, his dick growing harder by the second. Dave watched, his eyes heavy with lust, as she began to stroke the fabric of her panties with her fingertips, her hips rolling against her hand as she rubbed the wet material.
Mitzi's hands slid down over her left thigh, unclipping her stocking, and then repeating the movement on her right leg. The garter belt fell to the floor, quickly followed by her panties. Her hands then moved up and caressed her cleavage as she turned her back to him. Without missing a beat, his fingers swiftly tore at the lace at the back of the corset. The satin garment dropped as she turned back to face him, revealing her firm tits and erect nipples.
Smiling coyly, she returned her boot to the edge of the chair as she seductively inserted a pair of fingers into her mouth and then lowered her hand in between her legs. His eyes widened with desire as he watched her slide the two fingers inside her pussy, her other hand squeezing her nipple as she did. She drove her fingers in and out several times and then pulled them out. He could see the wetness glistening on her fingers and his cock strained even further as she slid the digits into his mouth, which he in turn, sucked passionately.
Dropping to her knees in front of him, she slowly ran her tongue over his aching balls and then began to run both hands alternately over his shaft, massaging his cock for several minutes. Finally, she slid the sensitive head in between her lips, the warmth of her mouth causing Dave's eyes to roll back. She took his entire length into her throat and worked her head up and down, sucking and licking his hard prick while squeezing his throbbing balls at the same time.
Just as her cunnilingus skills were at the peak level of efficiency, much to his dismay, Mitzi stopped and impishly rose to her feet. She promptly placed her hands on his shoulders and straddled him, her breasts brushing against his lips and her wet cunt rubbing against the tip of his cock, tickling and tempting him. Finally she spoke.
"I need a cigarette." She announced, pulling one from the pack on the side table beside the chair.
