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So we were on a business trip together, Mary and I .
We had been in a meeting all day and it was time for a drink. We got back to the hotel and went to our rooms planning to meet in 1 hour. I had a shower and got ready; I really needed a beer so I called her. She said just come over to her room and she would be ready in a few. Mary answered the door in just a towel; she invited me in and went back into the bathroom to dry her hair telling me she wouldn’t be long.
I sat on her bed and there in between the beds were her panties rolled up with the black skirt she was wearing today.
The panties were cream silk and looked inviting; I could hear the hair dryer in the bathroom so I took a chance. I reached for them, they were so soft, and expensive I bet. They were a little on the large side but who cares. I held them out in front of me looking at the shiny silk, feeling it.
Then I put them to my nose, Mary’s pussy had a nice clean smell to it. Here I was with work friend panties smelling them while she was in the next room. I wondered how often she and her husband fucked; maybe she had fucked her while wearing these panties.
Right at that moment I was aware that someone was watching me, I hadn’t heard the hair dryer go off, there was Mary standing in her towel looking at me.
“You like those?” she asked. I looked at her very embarrassed and said yes. She stood there in that short towel just covering her large meaty thighs, the towel just covering her pussy.
Then she removed the towel so she was naked, her tits were big, very big with large nipples. She had a bit of a belly on her but her pussy was trimmed. She moved to the bed where she got on her back and raised her knees. Then she opened her legs to reveal her thick red juicy pussy lips. She rubbed her clit for a moment them 3 fingers disappeared inside of her. One hand opened her pussy while the other did the work, her nipples were erect and hard, I just watched her in a state of disbelief. She came on her fingers with her whole body shaking and letting out a loud scream. Then she pulled me towards her and without saying anything released my dick. “Give it to me” she said, within the first 15 seconds of her touching me I exploded. My cum started to rise I could feel it coming and so could she.
Mary opened her mouth and I came all over her face and tits but the majority of my seamen went in her mouth. I watched as 5 days’ worth of cum was pumped into my work colleague. She looked me straight in the eyes while her mouth was open, I could see the white cream on her tongue.
She swallowed, then rubbed the rest of my cum on her big tits.
“That was quick” she said then left to go and get dressed.
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