Hanna had not long returned to work after time off having her first baby. She had worked hard to get her figure back and when she got an invite for a leaving drink in the bar at work, for a colleague, she happily accepted.
She wore skin tight jeans, black heels, a figure hugging white blouse and sexy black bra and thong. Hanna knew she looked great and felt really sexy. Her husband expressed a concurring opinion, and when he dropped her off, he threatened to take advantage of her when she got home, particularly if she were tipsy. Hanna smiled back at her husband and said, "Well be prepared cause I haven't had a good drink for ages. I aim to put that right."
He laughed and drove home whilst she went first into her office. Hanna actually had a small building all to herself just next to the main reception, which had very limited access to others. It had a few rooms including the office, waiting room and a video suite. Leaving her coat and bag, she reset the alarm and walked around to the bar in the main building.
There were about 50 people in the bar, but the girl hanna was meeting wasn't there.
Others greeted her and an old friend Jim, brought her a vodka and coke. He was slightly older than Hanna, white about 6', with rust coloured hair. She knew he fancied her as he had tried to chat her up just before she got married. He introduced a friend from another department, whom she had never seen before. He was younger about 6'2", black, well-built and named himself, Tone. Hanna spent a good hour or so chatting and they brought several more vodka's and the conversation got ever more risqué as the alcohol caused them to relax.
Hanna knew she was getting tipsy, and remembering what her husband had promised she started to get horny. Somehow the conversation turned to the relative sizes of black and white cocks. Tone insisted it was true, whilst Jim bragged that he was more than adequately served in that department. Tone said, "What's your view Hanna, black is best, right!"
Hanna blushed, "I wouldn't know." She replied coyly.
Tone cut in quick as a flash, "What, you've not done a white guy?"
Hanna giggled and answered without thinking, the vodka clouding her better judgement, "No, I've not been with a black guy."
Tone drew in his breath in mock horror, "you've never experienced a big cock, how terrible!"
"I never said that either." She responded.
Jim laughed, "Told you, big doesn't require a suntan. So who was the lucky guy with the massive dick?"
"I'm a happily married woman and this is not the conversation I should be having. So what's the weather like?" She smiled.
Jim, seeing that Hanna wasn't ready to go into further detail at this moment, brought another round of drinks and started talking about his new car, whilst Hanna showed polite interest, relieved at the change of direction. All the alcohol ensured however that she kept giggling at his jokes. Tone disappeared and Jim conned her into going to check his car to resolve a light hearted dispute he had engineered between them.
Having agreed and Jim telling her it was only down in the underground car park they left the bar. As she walked over he said, "It might be a bit dark down there, I hope you trust me to behave as you look really great."
Hanna giggled, "I'm sure you will, you wouldn't fancy an old married woman?"
He laughed, "Don't be so sure."
They arrived at the underground car park, which was in deed poorly lit and Jim led them over to the car, both continuing to flirt. Although she was horny and well tipsy this was fairly innocent, albeit generating a reasonable amount of sexual tension. Jim opened the driver's door and pointed to the disputed function. Hanna leant in to check and smiled looking over your shoulder, "Ok you win."
As she stood up and turned away from the car, Jim was stood directly in front of her with his face inches from hers, "Well I deserve a proper prize." He demanded smiling.
Hanna smiled coyly; playing along with what she still thought was innocent banter, "What had you in mind?"
He didn't answer but placed his hands on her waist and pulled Hanna toward him whilst leaning forward until his lips clamped over hers. Hanna was a little shocked and tried to pull away, but he held her firmly and she felt his tongue slip between her lips and begin to explore her mouth. Hanna found herself responding, countering his tongue with hers. She felt his left hand slide up her back, under her blouse and pulling her closer, whilst his right hand grabbed her denim encased arse, allowing him to grind his hardness against Hanna's groin. She shuddered a little and brought her arms up to embrace his head and return his kisses with interest. With Hanna's arms now pulling him in, he released the pressure on her back and deftly unclipped her bra. At the same time his hand moved from her arse and up the front of the white blouse, until his hand slipped easily under the lacy bra and began massaging her breast, kneading Hanna's nipple between his thumb and fingers.
Hanna moaned into his mouth. They continued making out for a few minutes before her arm dropped from his neck and she moved her hand to begin rubbing his hard cock through his trousers.
He brought his hands up to her shoulders causing Hanna to sigh regretfully, as his hand left her nipple. She was so distracted, Hanna hardly registered the gentle pressure on her shoulders as he pushed her down onto her knees. Almost by surprise she found herself staring directly at his groin, and without any consideration her hands undid his belt and then unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them apart sufficiently to reveal his boxers. Grasping the waist band she pulled them down whilst looking up to see the gleeful smile in Jim's eyes.
Hanna saw his large cock spring from its constraint and bounce against her nose. "Oh god that's awesome!" She purred.
Without a second thought she grasped his shaft with both hands and gave it a couple of tugs before slipping her soft mouth over its engorged purple head. Very briefly it passed through Hanna's mind, he hadn't been lying when bragging earlier.
