NETWORKING AT CLUB
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I was 21, relatively geeky and inexperienced.
I have had girlfriends, with each of them I had very uneasy (and quick) sexual encounters too. Quick was the operative word.
Whilst being 21, working in the office, I was the new guy. The young lively guy who liked a drink on a Friday and was always first at the bar, last to leave. It became my super power. I was Party Boy.
Making out that women were not that much of a mystery and a (false) air of confidence and the never to be seen pretend long term girlfriend in Cheltenham who I would visit on weekends and come back to work on the Monday with stories of Debauchery that would make the Headlines (if they were true.)
Then, there was D.
The new office manager, 34, divorced, slightly fuller figure but carried it in a way that said to the world "Iam a little big, so what, I am gorgeous!"
She was living the good life after her divorce from a man who frankly was a complete tool!
we used to arrive at the office early to start the day and would spend time talking about movies, music. As the days and weeks went on, we went out for lunches and coffees. We had a good friendship.
She was a party girl too, liked a wine or two on a Friday. We ended up last out of the bar.
That was when she told me, quietly and confidently that if I didn;t fuck her tonight, then she would be convinced that I was just a fake Lad, just booze no substance.
(Party Boy didn't back down from a challenge - but if I did then she would have a very quick result and my reputation would be shot to pieces)
She called a taxi to her home, I followed like a dog on heat. What the hell, we would both deny it on Monday!
in the cab, she teased me, rubbing my leg with her bare foot, stroking my hard cock through my jeans, pulling off her panties and stuffing them in my cost pocket, whispering that she was wet and wanted me to make sure her wetness did not go to waste.
I have never been with a woman who was that direct, I was so hard, I nearly came in the cab.
a very long 10 min ride ended, we got out she led me to her house and once inside, she removed her clothes, i could not take in what i was seeing as she moved like a tigress on a lame deer. she unpacked my throbbing cock and took it down....deep down. I came in an instant. she took it all, and came up kissed me deeply and told me that the easy one is out of the way, now it was my turn.
she pushed me down, removed my clothes like a c***d removes a wrapping on a present, kissed me and presented her soaking wet pussy to my mouth, telling me how she liked it , what I had to do, I obeyed and she began to shudder as the orgasm ripped through her, over and over.
Fingers and tongues relentlessly stroking and probing. Each time a new avenue for excitement. She told me to stroke her clitoris, lick it, rub it, inside to her g spot, along her anus, with each new taste and experience, she would shudder with pleasure.
Then she took me into her pussy, wet, open warm, ready, I slid in easy, she pushed hard onto me...she wanted sex. Hard, basic sex, I was there and she wanted me.
I lost count of the times I climaxed, where I climaxed but I recall the more I came, the more she wanted.
This event happened more times over the next few months. Secret and quiet. No one knew that I was her weekend pleasure or she was the new "Cheltenham".
She opened my eyes to the world of sex and how it was more than a frantic fumble and a tissue.
I have had girlfriends, with each of them I had very uneasy (and quick) sexual encounters too. Quick was the operative word.
Whilst being 21, working in the office, I was the new guy. The young lively guy who liked a drink on a Friday and was always first at the bar, last to leave. It became my super power. I was Party Boy.
Making out that women were not that much of a mystery and a (false) air of confidence and the never to be seen pretend long term girlfriend in Cheltenham who I would visit on weekends and come back to work on the Monday with stories of Debauchery that would make the Headlines (if they were true.)
Then, there was D.
The new office manager, 34, divorced, slightly fuller figure but carried it in a way that said to the world "Iam a little big, so what, I am gorgeous!"
She was living the good life after her divorce from a man who frankly was a complete tool!
we used to arrive at the office early to start the day and would spend time talking about movies, music. As the days and weeks went on, we went out for lunches and coffees. We had a good friendship.
She was a party girl too, liked a wine or two on a Friday. We ended up last out of the bar.
That was when she told me, quietly and confidently that if I didn;t fuck her tonight, then she would be convinced that I was just a fake Lad, just booze no substance.
(Party Boy didn't back down from a challenge - but if I did then she would have a very quick result and my reputation would be shot to pieces)
She called a taxi to her home, I followed like a dog on heat. What the hell, we would both deny it on Monday!
in the cab, she teased me, rubbing my leg with her bare foot, stroking my hard cock through my jeans, pulling off her panties and stuffing them in my cost pocket, whispering that she was wet and wanted me to make sure her wetness did not go to waste.
I have never been with a woman who was that direct, I was so hard, I nearly came in the cab.
a very long 10 min ride ended, we got out she led me to her house and once inside, she removed her clothes, i could not take in what i was seeing as she moved like a tigress on a lame deer. she unpacked my throbbing cock and took it down....deep down. I came in an instant. she took it all, and came up kissed me deeply and told me that the easy one is out of the way, now it was my turn.
she pushed me down, removed my clothes like a c***d removes a wrapping on a present, kissed me and presented her soaking wet pussy to my mouth, telling me how she liked it , what I had to do, I obeyed and she began to shudder as the orgasm ripped through her, over and over.
Fingers and tongues relentlessly stroking and probing. Each time a new avenue for excitement. She told me to stroke her clitoris, lick it, rub it, inside to her g spot, along her anus, with each new taste and experience, she would shudder with pleasure.
Then she took me into her pussy, wet, open warm, ready, I slid in easy, she pushed hard onto me...she wanted sex. Hard, basic sex, I was there and she wanted me.
I lost count of the times I climaxed, where I climaxed but I recall the more I came, the more she wanted.
This event happened more times over the next few months. Secret and quiet. No one knew that I was her weekend pleasure or she was the new "Cheltenham".
She opened my eyes to the world of sex and how it was more than a frantic fumble and a tissue.
Lizbeth
- 06.09.2022
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