Holly & Korey both work at the same company but in different cities about 90 minutes from each other. They're married but not to each other. Both in their mid-30's, attractive, athletic, sexy figures. They started flirting via email at work. This story takes place at a company get together at a bar in Holly's home town. Korey drove over and got a hotel room for the night.
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Holly was wondering if she went too far when she lifted up her shirt & showed him her new belly button piercing. She thought 1 more drink might convince her it was a good idea. She asked if he wanted a drink, too.
"Sure, but I'm buying," he replied.
"Fine by me," Holly said.
The drinks came – beer for him, rum & Coke for her – and she asked how he liked it.
"Miller's my favorite," he said. "Love it."
"No, I mean my piercing."
She put away half her rum & coke in one gulp. Nervous about his reaction.
"I like it," he said. "Very sexy." He gave her kind of a sideways glance and took a big drink of his beer.
There were a lot of people – co-workers & others – around them but it was so loud that being overheard wasn't a real big deal.
"Sexy, huh?" she said.
"And what do you mean by sexy?" she asked him.
"Well, uh, you know. HOT," he replied. "Damn hot as a matter of fact. You do any other kind of sexy things like that with your body?"
"That's my 1 & only piercing," she said smiling and moved in a hair closer.
"Well, I don't mean just piercing," he said coyly. "You want another drink? How about a shot?"
"Hell, if you're buying, yeah, I'm good with a shot," she replied.
"Tequila?" he asked.
"Bring it on!" Holly said laughing.
The shots came and they tipped glasses and put them away. He could see she was getting very, very drunk. It excited him. Although she was probably getting too drunk to see that how drunk she was getting was getting him excited.
"So, what else?" he asked her.
"What else what?" she slurred back.
"I mean what else do you do to sexy yourself up?"
"I'm not sure I know what you mean 'what else'", she answered.
"Well, no other piercings you said. What about where a trimmer might go?" he asked smiling, keeping his voice down.
Holly smiled and kind of looked to the side.
"Oh, I keep things nice where it pays to be nicely kept," she replied.
"Oh really..." was Korey's reply.
"Yeah really," Holly said looking back at him.
"I would have guessed that," he said.
"Oh you would have, would you?" she said. "Care to go back to your motel room and do the things you talked about in our chats?"
Holly reached for another drink that she didn't realize had just been refreshed.
"But I have a roommate," he replied.
"Oh damn, that sucks."
"Hey, Bob!" he said to his friend standing about 15 feet away. "You might have to move out tonight!" and he laughed.
"So..... what do you say?" she said, not just letting it die.
"Well," he said, "it might be tricky. All of these people know us."
"So?" she replied, obviously letting her drunk talk for her.
"Man," Korey thought to himself. "She's really drunk."
"And how do you propose we do this?" he asked her.
"Well, maybe we just DRIVE to your motel!" she said.
"And what about people seeing us leave together?" he said.
She just kind of looked away, kind of hoping he'd have that solution and not bother her with it.
"Let's get another shot and think about," he said.
"OK," she said laughing.
The shots came, they clinked shot glasses and down they went. Holly's face was getting flushed and she was obviously really drunk, like about 75% of the people in the bar at the time.
"Well," Korey started, "how about this. I say my goodbyes, you go to the bathroom, I leave and then you leave. Sound good?"
"Sure!" she said.
"Where are you parked?" he asked.
"I had to park out along the road. The lot was too full."
"Cool!" he said. "I did, too. I can pick you up out there. You shouldn't drive. Good?"
"Yep!"
He finished his drink, she finished hers and he walked away to go to talk to Bob. Holly went to the bathroom. Korey took his roommate, Bob, aside and talked to him for a few minutes. A few smiles were exchanged. Korey then said goodbye to a few more people and left.
About 5 minutes later, Holly came out of the bathroom, said her goodbyes and left. No one appeared to notice what they were up to. Fooling drunks was easy.
Korey was afraid maybe she'd chickened out but after about 10 minutes he heard somebody coming his way. It was 10:00pm – dark – but enough light from the parking fell onto the side of the road that he could make her out.
"Hey!" he said. "About time!"
"Well, a girl's gotta take her time in the restroom," Holly said.
He was about 10 cars up from the driveway into the bar they had just left, leaning against the side of his truck facing away from the road. Pretty well hidden from anyone who might drive by.
"So, what do you say?" he asked.
"I dunno, what do I say?" she replied.
He hated when a chic – even a hot chic – replied to a question with a question.
"You wanted to know about these chats," he said. "What about them?"
"Just wondering if you wanted to show me you could do them," she responded.
"Oh, you REALLY want to know that, huh?" Korey asked.
"Sure do," she replied.
"Good god is she drunk," he thought to himself.
With that he waited until she was about 3 feet in front of him and he pulled her towards him.
She let out a little "Whoa!" kind of tripping and let herself be pulled in.
When he sensed no resistance, he knew it was on for real.
It was then he started to get hard. He pulled her right up to him, sliding his hands down to her lower back and pulling her onto him.
"Anything in particular from those chats you wanna know about?" he asked.
"Well I dunno, maybe a thing or 2," she said.
He brought his right hand up the back of her head, pulled her head to him and kissed her – HARD.
Sloppy from being drunk, she just let him. It was a long wet kiss. He stuck his tongue into her mouth and it was sexy. He felt absolutely no resistance.
Still kissing her, he put both hands on her ass and pulled her into him. He was rock hard by now and he wanted to feel her against his erection. She put her hands on his the sides of his stomach and gripped him. Kind of pulling him towards her, grinding her crotch into his.
Holly was wearing thin black work pants, kind of low-rise, thin. She looked very nice in them. Her top was short-sleeve button down, unbuttoned to 2 buttons. Typical work attire for July.
When he reached down to her ass he could tell she was either wearing a thong or no panties at all. He was hoping for the latter but would settle for the former. "Definitely," he thought.
He moved his mouth down off of hers and this kind of nudged her head back, exposing her throat. He tongued it and she moaned. He brought his left hand off her ass and took her hand to his crotch. She groped immediately for his cock.
"Anything come to mind yet about what you want to know from those chats?" Korey asked.
"1 or 2 things come to mind," she whispered.
"Well what do you say we get out of the open and into my truck?"
"Good idea," she replied.
He unlocked the passenger side of his Chevy S10 and opened the door. Before she could climb in he pulled her to him again, very aggressively this time, and kissed her, grinding his crotch into her. He could hear her moan. It was a short kiss and then she turned to climb in. He groped her ass as she got in.
"Geezuz H," he mumbled to himself as he walked around the back of the truck. "I am SO gonna nail that hot piece of ass. She has no idea."
He got in and she was primping her hair. "Where are you staying?" she asked.
"Just over at the Gasthaus."
His Chevy came with the old fashioned bench front seat. He leaned over to her and pulled her head towards him with his right hand and kissed her again. Then he reached down and pulled her over on the seat towards him.
"You wouldn't be offended would you if I told you I'm so horny I could fuck you right here right now?" he asked.
"Hahah! We better not do that!" she laughed.
He started the truck and looked over at her.
"Man oh man," he said.
"What?" she asked perplexed.
"Fucking hot is what you are," he said.
He reached across with his left hand and started feeling up her tits. Then he leaned over and kissed her again, passionately. She knew he meant business with this one.
He slipped his hand inside her shirt right inside her bra and squeezed her right tit. She moaned a bit. Kind of awkwardly with his right hand, he took her left hand and put it on his crotch.
"I'm a little worked up," he said.
"Oh you are, are you?" she said coyly.
"I hope we don't hit a bump on the drive," and he laughed. His face was still right in front of hers, groping her tits while her hand was fumbling at his crotch.
He leaned back up straight and put the Chevy in reverse. He had to back up & pull forward a couple of times to get out. He drove north on Old Argyle Road towards the Anderson's house. Immediately, he took her left hand and put it on his crotch. Then he took both hands off the wheel and unzipped his pants.