Strangers in the night.

I 'm just your average women. My public figure is Judy, 29 class old young professional. Always hustling to crap that next batch. I live in a big metropolis. Always lots going on. Always something to do or see. But lately I have n't been doing or seeing a lot. I just sour all the time. I 'm espouse to my work.

About a year ago I realized I needed a Night out. Just some me prison term. I did n't know what would fall out. Or even what I would do. I just knew I needed a fun night. Let me till you, a fun night I had. Here 's everything that happened.

It was a Sabbatum morning. The alarm system went off. Why did my consternation go off on a Saturday morning you ask ? Because in my humans Saturday is just the likes of every other day. I work. I do n't make love a day off.

I got up showered and got dressed. No time for breakfast, I was already late. I left my edifice grabbed a Starbucks and hailed a cab. During the cab drive I answered a few work emails. We pulled up to the building, I exited the cab and off to another 16 minute day of employment.

As soon as I walked in I was bombarded with report body of work. Getting to my desk and logging on to my computing device was no assist, waiting for me was 16 new emails. All of course meter sore. My day was getting off to a great start.

As I went threw emails looked over theme piece of work and downed about a gallon of coffee, half the date had already got away from me. Opting not to take a luncheon because time is always money, I just kept on working. I really ca n't remember the endure sentence I had a full tiffin 60 minutes.

The harder and harder I worked the more stressed and frustrated I became. It seemed similar just as I finished a job three more piled up. But being a company women I kept working. Not to bring up with a smile on my face the entirely sentence. I looked up at the clock and it read 6pm. With my head down in paper the future sentence I looked at the clock it read 9pm. holy place shit, I worked for three 60 minutes without looking up. It was time to get out of the office. If I did n't I would sustain had a nervous breakdown.

I left the building hailed a cab and was headed base. Of line on the ride home I answered some last minute e-mail. Just to tight up some loose ends. I got to my building, jumped in the elevator and could feel the warm embracement of my apartment. It was calling me.

I was almost at my trading floor when the doors opened and a man got on. He was very attractive. He was wearing a tux, perfectly groomed and not a tomentum on his drumhead out of place. He sparked my interest. And why would n't he, I had n't gotten laid in 2 years. It was n't because I could n't get men, it was because I did n't deliver time for them. My married man was my job.

We reached my flooring and I got off the lift. I gave the gentleman a smile and headed to my threshold. The second I walked in I felt glad. I was home. I decided this was a study free nighttime. I turned my earphone off, shut my reckoner down and disconnect my landline. I was totally free of the position.

I kicked off my heel stripped to my bra and scanty and grabbed a glass of mine. next I cuddled into bed and turned on the TV. I flipped through the channels for what felt like an eternity. Of class zip estimable on. So it was me and my wine with nothing else to do.

My creative thinker began to inquire. I was thinking about the attractive man in the lift. Just thinking about him was starting to get me hot. I do n't recognise if it was the stress of the day or the lack of sex, but I knew right then and there I needed to have sex. That it, I was going out and I was going to get some. I jumped out of bed and walked to my closet to receive an outfit.

99 % of my clobber was Conservative. I was tired of conservative. Tonight I was going to be a adulteress and I did n't care who knew. I found a cunning short skirt and a halter top. I put it on and looked at myself in the mirror. It was good, but needed something to complete it. I had just the thing. I dug around in my press and found my biggest slutest blackguard. constantan, I found them. 6inch stiletto heels. I put them on. Now I was ready. That was the missing piece.

I grabbed my keys and my purse and headed out the threshold. I did n't have to go very far because there was a bar right by my apartment. I walked in, sat at the bar and ordered a Cosmo. I glazed over the room. It was slim pick. A few cute Guy and a ton drunks. I figured I would just sit at the bar and see if anyone came up to me. I do have to say I looked good. After a few minute a guy approached me. He was n't bad looking. No Brad Pitt, but hey I was n't Angelina either.

We struck up a conversation and this is went I realized he had no game what so ever. I had n't been on the market for 2 days and did n't think how bad some guy where when taking to women. It was piteous. Not even that fact that he was buying me drink kept me taking to him. I excused myself and left the bar. Lucky for me there was n't another squeamish bar a few blocks away. I walked, well did my unspoilt to walk to the other bar, but at this time I was pretty drunk. The 6 inch heels did n't help oneself.

I got the the early bar sat down at the bar and scoped out the room. More potential then the last blank space. I saw a guy staring at me from the corner of my eye, so I gave him a smile and he came over and sat future to me. He asked what I was drinking and ordered me one. We chatted and once again I realized it was going no where. It 's not that I 'm picky I just like individual who can address well.

I 'm the type or thinks and acts fast. I 'm not impressed with bullshit. And this guy was shoveling it like no tomorrow. I think he felt the vibe too because I grabbed his telephone and said he got a schoolbook from body of work and had to leave. Thank god because he was putting me to log Z's.

I finished my drink and was so dun I just left the bar. make out it this is the cause vibrators where invented. I was going to just have to take care of myself tonight. I stumbled out of the bar and headed home. As I was approaching my apartment I literally bumped into what I was looking for. A handsome guy, with a quiet but sexy ore about him. I was instantly attracted to him. I think he felt the like way. He was checking me out as we made small public lecture.

He apologized for bumping into me and asked me if he could buy me a deglutition. By this sentence I had decent inebriant. What I wanted was between his pegleg. So I respectful declined his offer. But I told him I was headed back to my flat and asked him if he would take the air me. He agreed. We talked and I knew he was my case of guy. He did n't have me BS line of merchandise, he knew went to talk and when to hear and he had a trust about himself.

The more we chatted the more I liked him. He was from the same humans as me. Working all the time and married to what he did. As soon as we reached my apartment I knew I wanted to fuck him. I asked if he 'd like to come up and he agreed. We walked into the elevator. As the doorway closed I jumped his ivory. We started to score out. He knew what he was doing.

He wrapped his arms around me as we continue to make out. He moved his hand down below my waist and up my bird. He grabbed my ass and gave it a light tap. He started to squeeze it as our making out got heavier. With one paw on my ass and still making out with me he was capable to find and hit the stop button on the lift. It suddenly stopped. I had lived in this edifice for six years, I knew what was going to happen. If it stays stopped for foresighted then thirty seconds the alarm was going to sound. I did n't give a shit.

Right on cue the alarm went off. It did n't gist either of us. His hands had now moved from the ass to my puss. He slid his hand into my step-in and started playing with my clitoris. It was the for the first time time in 2 years a mans hands where anywhere near my clit. He seemed to be having trouble with the angle he was in and my panty. So I slid them down my legs and took them off. Now the blockage was gone and he could really get his hand in there.

This clearly was n't his first meter because he knew exactly what he was doing. side by side I undid his zipper and pulled his dick out. Much to my delight he was hard as a sway. I started to run his cock as he played with my clit. As this was all going on we never stopped making out. We where both so into it neither one of us could even hear the alarm system anymore.

This was the spicy thing I had ever done sexually. It was about to get hotter. He removed his lips from mine, he put his hands on my rose hip and guided me till I was facing away from him. He told me to deflect over and I gladly obliged. He spit on his paw and rubbed it on his dick. He moved closer to me and stick his dick deep inside me.

2 years is a hanker time to go without sex I was realizing because once he stuck it in me I was in raptus. My pussy wrapped around his peter like they where made for each former. At first he was appease just to pretend for sure I could take it, but before long he was slamming his shaft into me like his lifetime depended on it.

I had no complaints. I always liked it severe. Never being the type to sit back and not do my constituent I started to help. I pushed my ass into his pelvis as he pushed his dick into me. The deeper he fucked me the more he hit my G-spot. It was like his stopcock and my pussy where a sodding match for each other.

He reached his deal to my shirt and pulled it up. He then undid my bra and I took it off for him. He started rubbing my tits and caressing my nipples. I always loved my nipples played with during sex if the guy knew what he was doing. And boy did he. My pap instantly got really hard. He knew it too because I could sense his cock get a bit harder inside me.

Our bodies where totally inSync with each other. Our movements seemed choreographed. Neither one of us was going to last much longer. I could sense my coming coming. He continued to thrust into me with pin peak timing. This was it, I was cumming and he knew it. My pussy tighten and became even wetter. I moaned loudly. He grabbed my hips extra nasty and stuck it in deeper then he had before. He was cumming inside me powerful as I was cumming. We came at the exact same time.

Both of us out of breath we just stayed in the position enjoying the import. Unfortunately now it was back to reality. He put his peter away and I put my bra shirt and scanty back on. We did our practiced to fix ourselves as to not realize it look like we just had sex. He hit the halt button again and the elevator started to move. We reached my story and got out.

Now the entirely trouble was getting him out of my edifice. If my guess was right there was going to be about 10 fire fighter in the lobby. Once the alarm goes off firefighters are instantly notified. My only idea was taking the stair. We went to the stairwell and rapidly made our way down 23 flight of stairs of stairs. Our adrenaline was still pumping from before so it was pretty well-to-do.

As we hit the hall floor I opened the doorway slightly to peak out. Just like I guessed lots of firefighters all over the antechamber. We caught a good luck because our elevator had just reached the lobby as well and everyone was looking inside it. We opened the door as slowly and quietly as possible and walked out. nonentity noticed us because they where all inspected the elevator. We walked by like we had no idea what was going on. I even asked a neighbour what all the fuss was about.

We walked out of the building. We both knew this was a one fourth dimension thing. Their was n't going to be more than to this then what it was. He gave me a kiss on the brass and started to take the air away. After getting a few metrical unit from me he turned around and winked. I shot him a smile and he went on his way into the night.

It was by far the spicy thing I had ever done. I had sex a guy in my elevator after just meeting him. I have no idea what his name is or even who he is. But I do know it was just what I needed .