Conference Room

She parked outside the Mexican restaurant he'd suggested. It had been over a year since they'd met the first time. She was excited and nervous about tonight...about their first real date.

He was already inside, and two margaritas sat on the table.

He watched as she walked toward him and they both smiled.

She was barely five feet tall with blonde her fixed in luscious curls. Though he was not tall, he seemed so when compared to her. They hugged as she reached the table, and she immediately begin sipping her drink.

She wore a simple black skirt, as he'd requested. A button down shirt and black flats completed her outfit.

He was almost instantly aroused, and his khaki pants felt tighter as his desire grew.

He remembered their very first meeting... remembered that she created this desire inside him... she was someone... well, he just knew the sex between them would be insanely hot. That first day, a rainy Saturday in December, he'd looked at her and felt the same instant arousal that made him smile now.

As they talked that day, he thought of exactly one thing... putting her on the table in that coffee shop, pushing her panties to the side, and licking her pussy right there in front of everyone. He imagined her sipping her latte while he devoured her salty sweet taste. Imagined her finally gripping the table as she let go and gave in to the relentless desire of his mouth and tongue. Imagined her cumming all over his face and then jumping off the table and returning to her chair, the two of them talking as if nothing really had happened.

He'd had this fantasy more than once since that day and it always gave him great pleasure.

While their lives had been (and were) busy and had kept them from meeting again, they'd kept up a texting conversation for some time.

As she looked into his dark, mysterious eyes, she thought of the more explicit texts they'd shared. She wondered if that magnificent cock she'd seen in pictures was growing harder (it was). She thought of the times she'd seen him stroke it while saying her name... thought of the pulsing veins, the fat head, the thickness of his shaft... she saw in her mind streams of hot cum flowing from him and heard the sounds he'd made... and wondered what it would be like to hear those sounds in her hear as his hot breath caressed her.

She imagined unzipping his pants, and that first taste of his cock, salty, bitter, wonderful. She wanted to know what his cum tasted like... wanted it on her tongue, down her throat, on her neck and breasts.

Here she was... across from him, and all she could think about was how much closer to him she wanted to be. She knew that when she first touched his member, her pussy would be instantly wet, ready, eager for him.

After they'd finished the meal, he led her to his car.

Once he got in, she confirmed what she'd suspected... his cock was hard, and there was even a bit of pre-cum leaking through his khakis... he wanted her, it seemed, and he couldn't contain his desire.

As they started down the road, he placed his hand on her thigh... she just smiled.

As he picked up speed on the interstate, she placed her hand on the bulge in his pants... massaging gently and smiling as he let out a soft moan.

Finally, they'd parked. Behind an office building near downtown.

A short flight of stairs and the door was open, then closed and locked. Then he pressed her to the wall, kissed her hungrily. She felt his heat, his hardness, on her stomach.

She kissed him back, so hungry, so ready... and so very wet.

He grabbed her ass and she wrapped a leg around him and they inhaled each other.

He led her to the conference room and told her to stand facing the clock, so her stomach was nearly touching the large table.

She felt his teeth on her neck, his hand on her waist.

He began unbuttoning her shirt, feeling her hot skin. He pulled the shirt off, tasted the soft flesh of her shoulder, traced a line down her back... his hand moving up her thigh.

He unzipped and pulled down her skirt, revealing black lace and an ample, delicious ass. He feasted... he tasted every inch of that round ass, teased the top... his tongue deftly parting her and teasing her anus... hungry for her, his finger now between her pussy lips, opening... massaging her clit as his mouth devoured her ass.

He bent her over a bit, giving him access to all of her.... tasting her sweet juices... his tongue finding her clit, pushing back against her pulsing desire... His lips encircled her... tasted her... took all of her...

and … she came... came so fast and so hard and all over his face... and he didn't stop, licked and sucked and tasted all of her...

He stood and unzipped... used his hands to bend her over, he was inside her... the cock she'd seen was in fact nice and thick and very, very hard... and all of him was inside her, as far as he could push and he held her there, grabbed her neck... his tongue tracing her ear, his teeth on her neck as he held the fullness of him inside her...

He kept his hand around her throat as he began to slide in and out of her... in and out. Long, slow thrusts... grinding at the end of each...

She said his name... she begged him not to stop... with his free hand, he teased her ass, fingered it open... He was in his rhythm now, lost in her... one hand on her throat, the other on her breasts.. over her, consuming her.

She felt his body tense, and she knew... and she squeezed him, gripped him... and he pushed all the way in, held himself, held her tight, his hand closing around her throat... grunting hard as his cum warmed her insides...

He held them there for a moment... then let go... she turned to him, his cock still semi-hard, and she tasted them... her eyes looking up at him as she relished what they'd done.

Back in the car now, back to her car.

As they drove, she unzipped him... gripped his cock, made it hard again. She could not get enough. The restaurant was empty now, just her car and his. She leaned over and swirled her tongue around his cock... tasting the wondrous mix of their cum. Taking all of him in, wanting this to last all night...

She looked up at him and told him to lean his seat back...

She was in his lap, kissing him, her pussy against the head of his cock... he pulled her down onto him, held her close as she fucked him... took his cock, made it hers.

The taste of her breasts, her sweaty skin, her lips... he was over the edge quickly, thick streams of hot cum flowing inside her...

She kissed him... adjusted her skirt and kissed his head.

The car door closed, she waved, his cock, now flaccid, sat against his khakis, open, exposed, happy... and he drove off like that... smiling and drunk after a night of needed passion.