"I disagree, Patrick, I believe Cassie would feel it is time for you to feel something again, "Her words danced in the air, and then she put her thumbs to the waistband of her panties and pulled them off. " Look at me, I am a real woman, Lynne Lysoto and not your late wife. I am a living breathing woman and it's time you saw me as that!" As she spoke, she leaned forward put her arms about his neck and kissed him. Her soft lips met his and as she worked her tongue into his mouth. Her hands moved to his closely shaved face and held him there as he responded to her. For a blissful moment, she felt his body move closer and his own hands held her face as he kissed her back.
At that moment, the two of them lost themselves to the kiss. With Patrick, the potency of her words stung him like a slap across his face, and Lynne, who by saying what she did had held a mirror to her own life and a sourness fell across her face. She was just as distant and detached as he was, she ended all her relationships because her career meant so much, but it wasn't the whole reason; she knew she couldn't commit to someone when her work was her whole life.
Patrick could feel Lynne's warmth as his hands moved down and held her hips lightly, and the renewed ferocity of her kissing, and felt that this woman was a kindred spirit, and a woman who had moved him so powerfully to allow the ever-present image of Cassie to fade for the front of his mind. The most shocking thing was the rapid stiffening of his prick, which threatened to tent his highly tailored suit trousers. As they broke to take a breath, Patrick dropped his hands and caressed the perky ebony-coloured breasts, and watched for Lynne's reaction,
"Oh God that feels good, it's been too long," Lynne's head rolled back and she arched her back for Patrick to massage her further, but he had other ideas. His mouth found her left nipple and he sucked it tenderly, and with his right hand rolled her other nipple between his thumb and forefinger; which unleashed an explosion within Lynne's body,
"You are incredible, you are simply incredible," Patrick complimented her, as he released his right hand to grasp her tight buttocks to steady her as she arched her back. With a dearth of furniture in the room, Patrick helped Lyne to lay back on the conference table and continued to suck at each nipple, whilst Lynne writhed on the table, in a growing flowering of arousal. She looked up at him,
"You can see all of me Patrick, but I want to look upon you too," The request was simple and Patrick nodded slowly, pulling off his tie, shirt which he threw disdainfully on the thick carpeted floor, and then impatiently wrestled with his belt. Lynne admired Patrick's mat of wiry dark hair on his muscular chest, his arms were equally sculpted and his belly was flat with excellent abdominal muscles. She had slept with both black and white men and had no preference, but she ran her hand through his hairy chest and smiled," You're like a bear!"
As his trousers and socks were unceremoniously discarded, he stood between her legs as naked as she. He opened the legs and looked admiring at her trimmed pussy, hairless but for a tuft of tight black curls pointing to her sex. Smiling at her comment, Patrick retorted,
"A bear? Well, I've not been described like that, but rest assured I enjoy my honey as much as the next grizzly!" With that, she knelt and took a moment to gather her natural scent in is nostrils, it was clear that she was wet, and her fragrance was quite intoxicating. Patrick began to lap enthusiastically at her cunt lips, probing her gentle folds and lightly searching in her groove tasting the rivulet of her lubrication that welled up and spilt out from her tight lips.
"Oh Patrick, please be gentle...it's been such a long time. Opp! I'm so sensitive my darling!" Her words tumbled from her lips, but she knew that Patrick was experienced and skilful. She raised her legs and looked down her own flat stomach to the silver-haired head moving from side to side, as his tongue found new sensitive areas to lick, nuzzle and suckle tenderly. With such potent ministrations, it wasn't long before Lynne's body started to shudder and shiver, her arousal now kicking in powerfully, and her moans slipped from her mouth.
Patrick, took the opportunity to slip a curious finger into her sopping cunt lips, thanking the hotel's designers that the conference rooms were soundproofed. His face was generously wet from the juices that Lynne was producing and now, rubbing at her swollen G-spot was sending her quickly over the edge. He wanted Lynne to climax, for her to experience all the pleasure he could give her, not since Cassie had he wanted to give of himself to another woman.
"Oh finger me, Patrick darling. Please use your fingers in my cunt; make me yours!" She intoned breathlessly as Patrick slid a second finger into her tight lips and beckoned her swollen spot to release its mind-blowing tension upon her. Within a frantic couple of minutes, Lynne's body was now wracked with a tsunami of fresh convulsions as her body jerked and shivered, "Oh Patrick, I'm cumming. I'm cumming!" Her pussy fluttered as a wet river of her ejaculate dribbled from her gaping lips. Patrick gripped with a sudden doubt, as he didn't know Lynne's sexual tolerances, he wasn't convinced he might attempt to make her orgasm again. He was experienced enough to give any woman multiple orgasms, but for now, he held back. As he stood, the waft of Lynne's sexual perfume made him sense the strength of his erection. Looking down, Lynne was a goddess before him, as her climax subsided, she looked at him with lustful eyes," Fuck me Patrick, put yourself inside me"
As his prick slipped into her tight but well-lubricated cunt, he pulled himself out almost fully and then threaded himself into her again. He maintained that rhythm, conscious of Lynne's level of comfort, being so tight and himself so stiff. As Lynne became accustomed to his girth, she panted loudly, urging him on to stretch her sex and fill her,
"Come on Patrick, fuck that cunt now; stretch me out!" Patrick was thrilled with her potty mouth, as Cassie was confined to wordless pleas and squeals. Lynne's directness was a true revelation, and found that by urging him on like that gave him her permission to properly unleash himself.
"Are you sure?" Patrick whispered as he began to suckle her right nipple, waiting for confirmation.
"Oh please Patrick, fuck me harder!" This was all that needed to be said.
Patrick's pent-up frustrations, of secret masturbation and deep longing, were finally given full release and the pace of his thrusts increased to a merciless rhythm that quickly brought on Lynne's second vaginal orgasm, but quickly accelerated his own climax, but then pulled out and turned her over, and pushed her down onto the table, and reinserted himself,
"Oh my god, I want you so much!" And reached out and held onto her shoulder and thrust harder into her pussy, with Lynne now shuddering at each thrust, her breath in ragged gasps,
"Please cum! Please cum on my arse!" Lynne's pleas were soon fulfilled as Patrick's erection twitched provocatively. He pulled out his quivering prick and a jet of white semen splattered on Lynne's tight buttocks,
"Oh fuck! Fuck!" Patrick shook with the force of his ejaculation and swore again. His strength left him and he staggered, then fished around for his handkerchief in his trouser pocket, as his father had instilled in him that a gentleman always carried two handkerchiefs, and began to mop up the pearly globs of his rapidly cooling semen from her ebony skin. Lynne found the process to be oddly reassuring, that Patrick would wish to clean her up.
As they recovered and began to dress, Patrick watched her wrap her dress around her once again,
"Come with me, Lynne. Come with me to Turks and Caicos. I will square with your firm,"
Without hesitation, she nodded, " Of course Patrick, but I'll have nothing to wear!"
"That won't be a problem," Patrick smiled, reaching for his phone.
End of Chapter One
