Sarah stood before the full length closet mirror wearing her dark gray business suit, three inch heels, and a white blouse that strained to conceal her full breasts. She gently brushed her shoulder length dark coal hair. She was pleased, no proud, of what she saw. She slowly removed her attire mimicking the sultry moves of a stripper. One by one she shed her office attire. She was down only to the three inch heels. Her breasts swayed as she changed poses. She stood 5'4", normally a 34 C cup, but a week or so before her period they swelled to 34 D cup. She could tell she was about a week out because her breasts showed the beginning signs of swelling. Her belly was nearly flat, even after child bearing, a stark contrast to her broad hips and firm but fleshy ass. Her thighs were full, but shapely, a result of her weight training and cardio. Her calves were slender and curvy. Sarah's nearly hairless skinned glowed with radiant health, the lightest of brown, like a mild summer tan. Her complexion hinted at her mixed heritage. She was half Japanese and half Italian.
She had just turned 33 and was married to her collegiate sweetheart. She married young, just 21, had her son at 22, and began her career in real estate at 28. Now that her son Mario was in school she had more time to develop her career, hit the gym and breathlessly sweat through a 90 minute workout She loved weight training, not for bulk or brute strength, but for shaping and toning her muscles.
That evening she had something to discuss with John, her Japanese husband. He was deeply involved in his career, worked long hours for a gaming business, and created wildly popular video games. Mario was now 11 years old and loved the gaming world. Father and son bonded so well that Sarah devoted her time with Mario to motherly love and nurturing, but definitely did not take part in gaming. She was oblivious to any sort of gaming. Although a romantic novel or erotic porn video could catch her eye.
Sarah settled into bed next to John who was beginning to nod off. " I need your input. The office offered me a chance to attend a four day Real Estate convention in San Diego. What do you think?" John turned and said, "Didn't you attend one last year, in Sacramento. "
Sarah flashed on her first and only infidelity with a Mercedes Car salesman. He was ten years her senior, non Asian, her first foray with a non Asian. He was hot, an Alpha male, Hispanic, and well built in all departments. Thinking of the one nighter, the raw uninhibited sexual passion, Tony's thick muscular body and huge throbbing cock sent tingles through her sensitive breasts and moistening pussy.
"Yes," sarah enthusiastically uttered, still excited about last year's sexual experience. "Was it rewarding?" John mumbled followed by a deep yawn.
Sarah paused, once more savoring the fleeting imagery of her one and only indiscretion. She had been steadfastly faithful, not that she didn't have multiple opportunities to stray. "I thoroughly enjoyed the experience. I learned a lot."
"Well, there's your answer. Go for it." John rolled over and soon drifted off to sleep.
Sarah had only two nights to pack. The convention began Thursday evening and ended Sunday morning. She pondered on what to pack. Business attire and a sexy short black skirt that molded to her full thighs and pouting bubble butt. A short sleeved white cotton blouse that buttoned down the front. A couple of buttons left undone revealed a deep cleavage of flawless skin.
Thursday at noon she pointed her late model Lexus south toward San Diego. It was a short trip from L.A., but could take hours. She left the office at noon. Thursday evening passed quickly with a introductory dinner, a peak at the fifteenth floor lounge that featured live music and dancing Friday and Saturday evening.
Friday was packed with workshop options, two turned out interesting and educational but three were boring and uninspiring. She had a light dinner with three female acquaintances before returning to her room for a refreshing shower, makeup refresher, and a daring outfit she had last worn five years ago. The short black skirt, white cotton blouse and light black blazer created a blend of sensuality and sophistication guaranteed to bring attention to her sultry look. Sarah oozed sensual sexuality.
Sarah squeezed in between two couples busy chatting and ordering drinks. She ordered a bourbon and seven and swiveled her bar stool to get a better look at the dance floor. The four piece band played pop tunes with a danceable beat. After a few sips of her drink, three men asked her to dance. They were older but great dancers. She twirled about the small dance floor swinging her hips and showing off her shapely legs and ass. Her soft brown skin glowed in the subdued lighting from the bandstand. Men of all ages lustily gazed at Sarah's body. A worm glow spread from her loins to her breasts. She deeply enjoyed the long looks, intense staring at her legs and pouting ass. She knew what they were thinking. This awareness of their lust made her seductively move about the dance floor.
After returning to the bar she savored more of her bourbon. A fourth man approached her and tapped her on the shoulder. She turned, legs crossed showing more than half of her shapely full thighs.
"How about a dance? I admire your style," he said. The dark skinned man's smile lit up the room. His shaved head glowed with rich brown tones under the subdued bar lighting. It was difficult for her to estimate his age. But if she had to guess, he was late forties. He was very masculine looking. He sported a dark well trimmed beard covering his lower chin. His cheeks were closely shaved. He wore white polo shirt and dark gray slacks. He was broad shouldered and muscular. He obviously pumped iron. He had a rugged frame, muscular, almost intimidating.
"My name is Nick. I'm a great dancer. Try me."
"I'm Sarah." She extended her small hand and greeted him.
"Ok Sarah, we are on."
He gently pull her away from bar looking into her eyes, searching for a response. Sarah didn't disappoint the rugged gentleman. Nick dazzled Sarah and soon they were sequestered in a booth busily talking, getting to know each other. He was a regional sales manager at a well known insurance company. He was also attending a convention next to the hotel at the San Diego convention center. Nick revealed he was married and had two teenage daughters attending high school. She shared her marital status, her game obsessed son, and real estate career. It was twelve thirty, the bar was thinning out, when Nick proposed a night cap in his hotel room three floors above her room. She tried resisting but his smooth talking and masculine charms did the trick.
When Nick and Sarah entered his room she excused herself to go to the bathroom. She needed relief and wanted to freshen her makeup. She applied lipstick, adjusted her blazer, blouse, and skirt. The first button on her blouse was undone. She released the second one revealing more flawless. She felt naughty. Sarah was intrigued with this mysterious black man.
Sarah rejoined Nick and sat on the love seat across from the king sized bed. He was mixing two drinks at the rooms mini bar. He offered her a drink and settled in closely next to his sexy new friend. "Cheers," he said with a warm smile that slowly changed to a lascivious grin.
"Sarah, tell me more about your childhood." Nick leaned back against the softness of the small sofa feasting on the beauty just inches away. Her legs drew him in, soft blemish free skin touched by the aesthetic sensitivity of a classical Greek god. His loins ached, his dormant cock twitched, then began to stiffen. Easy Nick, don't blow it.
"There not much to say. I was born in Tokyo, moved to Los Angeles at age four. I attended public school and graduated both high school and college and you know the rest." Sara flashed Nick a warm smile.
Nick went back to the mini bar, opened a small tin container and took a hand rolled joint. He motioned to Sarah to join him in the bathroom. She reluctantly followed him where he closed the door and switched on the exhaust fan. He lit the M.J., took a hearty drag, and offered Sarah to join him.
I haven't done this since college," she blurted.
Nick exhaled, blew the smoke toward the vent and said, "It's a mild Sativa. Fun and harmless."
Sarah reluctantly took the joint and stared at it for a while. She attempted to hand it back but Nick insisted. "You will love the buzz. Come on. It's great stuff." Nick flashed her a reassuring smile.
Sarah slowly rotated the joint and hesitantly took a shallow hit.
"Try a deeper inhalation."
Sarah took a deeper inhalation, held it for a couple of seconds, then coughed out the smoke. "That was strong," she gasped.
The couple went back to the sofa and continued where they left off. The M.J. was taking hold, time seem to slow, her senses were awakening, the nipples of her full breasts tingled, and her clit and pussy ached, wanting attention, needing to be fondled and gently stroked. I'm fucking horny.
Nick thought for a second, waiting for the right moment to pop the sexual history question. How do I pose it?
" Did you take part in social clubs? Sports? Extracurricular activities?"
Sarah lazily scanned her social history. "Well, I played volleyball and tennis in high school, and took dance classes in college. That's it for sports."
"What about extracurricular activities, hobbies, clubs, party going? Everybody parties in college?" Nick studied her, paying close attention to her body language.
Sarah softly stroked her right hand and lower arm causing her breasts to gently move. Her cleavage swelled as she softly caressed her arm. "I was in an acting class in college. My classmates had parties after our performances. That's about it." She flashed a quick smile.
"Did you party hardy? Booze? Wild parties? Sexual encounters?"
"Not really. Fun parties, some booze, but nothing crazy. Well I'm not going to kiss and tell."
Nick grinned. "You're not being candid. You don't strike me as a goody two shoes."
"Not much to say."
"How many sexual encountered before marriage?" Nick notice Sarah squirm, crossed her legs, and then nervously fold her arms around her her upper body that pushed her breasts up in her already bulging bra. He salivated at the thought of sucking on her nipples as he stroked her pusy. She is one hot married woman ripe for the pickings. I'm going to fuck her, he thought.
"That's way off limits." She crossed her legs again bunching her black skirt up revealing most of her upper thighs.
"You're no virgin. Your body oozes sexuality." Nick leaned in closer and whispered in her ear. "You are turned on. Tonight on the dance floor and now here alone with me."
Sarah suddenly stood and blurted, "I need to pee." She stumbled slightly and awkwardly moved to the bathroom and closed the door. She peed, brushed her hair and gazed at her reflection. Her eyes were sleepy, glazed over from the pot and her mounting lust. This alpha male is overwhelming me. I've never been with a black man. Is it true that most are well endowed. Fuck, my imagination is out of control.
She returned and saw Nick dialing the radio. Dance music was playing. He turned and offered his hand.
