"I don't know about this John, you sure you aren't pushing your luck, that last girl, I mean geez did you have to get her pregnant," said his partner a short, swarthy looking fellow who happened to work the catering department for events at the firm.
"Well it's not like I can ask them if they're on birth control when they're ripping my clothes off like possessed sex-crazed maniacs," said John with a dark chuckle.
"Still we need to be more careful if one of them remembers something," his cohorts voice trailed off, but the implication was clear.
"You let me worry about that, now how about it," said John indicating the small clear bag his partner held.
"Yeah, this is it, powerful stuff man, it would make any woman want a dick like their life depended on it, so who's the lucky lady this time?" he asked.
"I think this one, I'm trying to change things up a little," said John showing his partner in crime a photo from the next events client list.
"She's cute, not your usual," replied the chemist.
The photo showed a red-head in her mid to late thirties, with curly red hair that fell in a cascade down to the middle of her back, her small face accented with dark chocolate brown eyes and a little nose over a boat-shaped mouth, very girl next door looking.
"I thought you went for the human Barbie dolls, tall blondes with big tits and long legs," commented his partner.
"Usually, and this one isn't like that at all that's true, maybe five foot five and she's got those little perky teacup tits, but she has a nice ass," said John.
"So what's the deal, why her?" came back his partner in crime.
"Ah she's one of these goodie two-shoes types, super loyal to her husband, polite as all get out but I tried to flirt with her once, and she just ignored me like I wasn't even there. I know a girl like that, in the right circumstances she would be hell on wheels in bed, and I'm dying to hear her beg to get fucked, so out of character you know," replied John.
"Well, o.k., I'll fix her drink during the welcome concert, shouldn't take long and she will be pawing at you like your dick is the cure for cancer!" said his partner with a laugh.
LATER THAT DAY -
As Annie stood in the lobby reading down the itinerary for the days training events she ran down in her head exactly what she needed to work on, she heard a voice calling to her to let her know it was almost time for the opening.
"Excuse me Mrs. Hill, you should take your seat in the private suite for the start of the ceremonies," said John.
Annie looked up and frowned when she realized the word's had come from the man who was to be her chaperone for the day, this was her second event at Garner and Harvey, and as luck would have it, she had drawn John as her escort again. He had made a point of hitting on her the last time she was here even after she mentioned her husband. Happily married, Annie had very little patience for that type of behavior.
"Yes, thanks John, I'm ready," she replied curtly.
John led her up two flights of stairs to a small private suite with four chairs across a balcony looking down onto a stage from above. A single door led in with a door to the right leading to a private lavatory and an ample space behind the chairs where the security would stand, and they sometimes put catering tables.
On the table today was a large carafe of fruit juice, and she poured herself a cup as she took her seat, a little surprised that she had the suite to herself, but this was specialized training so not a lot of folks would likely attend. As she sipped at her juice, John took a position just behind her near the door, she felt him eyeing her slightly, and she winced at the memory of his last awkward come on when they had been here before.
The event opened with a brief forty-minute free concert from a local pop band, and she settled back to try to enjoy the music as she adjusted the hem of her dress and sat in the comfortable cushioned chair. The music was reasonably good, and she found herself tapping a toe and moving her head in time to the beat as the band started playing. The only thing that began to bother her was how warm it seemed in here; she didn't remember it being this stuffy in the auditorium last time around.
For the next several minutes the band played, and she kept time with the music, but the growing stuffiness continued, and she tried drinking more of her juice to compensate. As her cup ran empty she felt a presence next to her and looked up to see John holding the carafe standing over her.
"Would you like some more, Mrs. Hill?" he asked calmly.
"Umm, Yes, thank you, John," she said holding her cup up for some more cold juice.
John poured the liquid while Annie noticed how rugged his features were and his dark green eyes they sure were cute, gorgeous in fact and he was quite handsome wasn't he, how did she not notice that before?
As he moved away, she watched the ripple of muscles under his long-sleeved white shirt, and she felt a small thrill at the thought of being held by a pair of sturdy arms like that.
All at once, Annie shook herself and turned back toward the band, what was she doing, this was the jerk who tried to pick her up months ago and here she was ogling him, getting aroused by him, she admonished herself for such ridiculous behavior as she refocused on the music.
For the next several minutes, she tried to enjoy the music, focus on the song lyrics, but her mind kept drifting back to John's face and those strong arms. She shook herself as she realized she had been sitting staring into space and had completely missed the last song.
"Some more juice Mrs. Hill?" came John's voice once again.
"Umm, yes thanks and please call me Annie," she said as he poured from the carafe.
"Certainly...Annie," said John looking down at her with a brilliant smile.
"Damn...he has such a cute smile," thought Annie as she stared up and then to compound her frustration she dropped her eyes only to discover she was looking right at John's crotch, a pronounced and colossal bulge showing behind the zipper of his slacks. The sight of it made Annie's heart race and her nipples hardened inside her bra as she watched John rise to walk away the bulge becoming even more apparent as he stood.
"Jesus his cock must be fucking huge, no way is Rob's cock is that big, could I even fit that in my pussy?" Annie found herself thinking, and the thought caused her pussy to grow damp as she briefly imagined John exposing his giant prick to her and ramming it into her...shit! Once again, Annie shook herself, what was wrong with her? She never in her life imagined she would think about cheating on her husband, but now she was having fantasies about another man, not only that but getting aroused at the thought as her pussy was now so wet she could feel it staining her underwear as she sat.
Taking a long swallow of her juice as the music played on, Annie noticed it was getting warm up here. Small beads of sweat started to form on her head. It occurred to her that maybe she just needed to throw some water in her face and cool down. She stood from her seat and turned to move toward the bathroom but found herself just a bit woozy, likely from the heat; a strong arm reached out to steady her as John wrapped one hand around her forearm.
For Annie it was like a jolt of electricity shooting through her, the feel of his strength on her arm caused her nipples to harden even more in her bra and if she thought she was wet a second ago her pussy absolutely flooded with fluid. She turned her head to look at John's concerned face staring down at her, her breath coming in quick gasps.
All of the sudden she had never wanted to kiss a man so much in her whole life. It was all she could do to fight the urge to grab John's face and just bury her fucking tongue in his mouth and French kiss the hell out of him. With a low groan Annie managed to settle herself and immediately started toward the bathroom were she hastily shut the door and locked it behind her. The bathroom was small but functional, and she quickly raised the lid on the toilet and sat down trying to compose herself.
After a time, realizing all the juice she had drunk was starting to run through her, she lowered her plain white panties to use the facilities. For several seconds she took a nice hard piss into the toilet as the water echoed with the shower of urine leaving her body. She reached for the toilet paper to clean herself, but the minute she tried to wipe her vagina just the act of touching herself even that much sent a wave of pleasure crashing through her.
Annie gasped and bit her lips trying to keep from crying out, she couldn't remember ever being so turned on, her fucking pussy was a river and try as she might she had to touch it again. She placed two fingers against the hood of her cunt and began to rub them slowly in tight arcs just above her clit.
A wave of pleasure started to shoot through her as she masturbated her needy pussy, never in her life had she ever touched herself in public, but she couldn't help herself. Annie leaned back against the cold linoleum of the toilet and spread her legs wide sliding her fingers inside herself seeking her hot hard clit. She found it quickly, swollen and rock hard, harder than she had ever felt it before and she could not help herself this time as she let out an audible groan pressing her fingers to it. With her other hand, she reached inside her dress sliding her hand inside her bra to cup one small round tit and even as she finger fucked herself she started to pinch and pull on her rock hard nipple sending even more pleasure crashing through her.
Her head lolled back, and her mouth fell open as she started to gasp and groan softly. In her sex-addled mind, she tried to picture her husband but his face kept being crowded out by another, and soon it was John's handsome features that she imagined, his naked body pressed to hers, his cock stretching her pussy.
