Hi again, it 's me ... Kat. You probably do n't remember me - I 've been away for quite some prison term. The thing is ... I like to live my fancy some times, and I like to spell about them other times. This is one of the other times.

To brush up your remembering, I 'm a 5'3 '' redhead with a compact athletic chassis born of a youth spent running distance. While I may not be tall, my non-white red hair and pale skin can ferment a few heads, and I 'm not afraid to engage a chance when the opportunity presents itself.

I like sex in all shapes and class - some of the most satisfying coming I 've ever experienced have come from the talented hands and mouths of unbelievable women ... but I truly, deeply, love a nicely formed and well employed cock. A man who takes the time to listen to my body and make me mellow out will get whatever he wants until both of us crawl off the bed exhausted - its that simple. I would screw to fall in lovemaking and rest with one man - but I simply have n't met him yet. Maybe it 's you ?

enough of that.. on to my fancy. It 's a previous natural spring evening and I 'm home early from piece of work - a rarified and toothsome delicacy. I 've poured my second vodka gimlet and am feeling quite satisfied with myself. A low reggae beat pours out on to my balcony as Bob Marley preaches the Gospel of `` one love '' one more clip as the sun settles at a low angle, sending a aureate sheen across the syndicate in the courtyard. I 've slipped into a light spring dress, enjoying the feel of the cotton against my peel as the wind ripples across the piss. As I lean back, my mind wanders, taking stock. Good job, solid finances, a kick-ass place in the heart of the city ... not bad little lady friend, not bad at all. The pulsing beat brings me back as Bob wails `` let 's get together and feel all right wing '' - not a bad idea Mr. Bob Marley ... not bad at all.

I feel the rut rise in my potbelly and bedspread slowly down my legs ... a te hungriness for a mate to do this dance with. person who, like me, just wants to palpate all right field .... As I check my phone, the reminder for an informal networking happy hour at the clubhouse catches my eye. Smiling, I head to the door, checking my whisker one in conclusion time as I sweep into the hallway toward what may release into a cover girl opportunity to connect.

Down the elevator and into the club room. The randomness of the unplayful professionals washes over me as I glide toward the bar and grab a glass of wine from Sarah, a one-time mate and absolute stunner. She 's deep in conversation with a dazzling brunette who is soon going to find out how varied Sarah 's toy thorax is and all the pleasures found therein. I turn and survey the room. The usual regalia of young men and women are talking too flashy and gesturing far too emphatically to be taken as anything other than desperate for tending and dignity. A match of outliers are obviously prowling the border, looking for a luck to touch base and suit part of the ruck. The people i want are relaxing in a corner observing. Established professionals and successful, this is the mathematical group that attracted me to the construction in the outset place. I wave and am greeted by smiles and an offer to bring together them. As I approach, I 'm aware that one man seems very aware of me. I have n't met him, but his attitude and torso language express a assurance and sensitivity that pique my interest. I make eye contact and smile, sitting directly across from him and crossing my wooden leg slowly, letting the dress float down and fondle my legs as I look him directly in the eye, watching him fight the urge to stare at my leg and maintain eye inter-group communication. `` Good boy '' I think as I watch him see the impulse to leer.

The belittled lecture substance around latest body of work small talk and the shifting mankind of government contracts and developing IT plans. Over the course of the conversation, I learn his figure is Jon, and he 's recently relocated to guide a partnership interest in a consulting firm in the city. Jon 's spokesperson is a hunky-dory match for his coming into court, smooth and cultured. He 's marvellous, maybe 6'2 '', and looks like a tennis player, long and run with grave forearms and long legs. I 'm definitely interested. The happy hour is winding down and I find myself talking about local restaurant and bars with Jon. His paw reaches over to accentuate I distributor point and I catch it in mine and smile. He looks up and a small grinning spreading across his face as I look directly in his centre. I lead him out of the club room and out by the pool as the sun burns red on the apparent horizon, walking slowly and allowing him to cloak his arm around me. He pulls me to him and osculate me gently. My answering kiss is a bit deep, more passionate and catches him by surprise for a moment. As I lean into him, I can feel his stopcock stiffen and decide this is going to be one of those nights ...

I reach down and simply caress his growing bulge through his pants as I look up at him with a questioning glimpse. He answers the question by closing his eyes and letting out a low moan as my finger unzip his fly and slip inside, working in to make contact with a skillful, compact cock throbbing with expected value. Jon 's billet is across the pool orbit and we make good prison term to his patio entrance, almost falling through the doors and into his chamber in our haste.

I pull away and begin to strip, smiling as he reciprocates and sheds his clothes. Naked, we come together and snog again, all the receptors in our skin alive as the heat of our bodies mesh. Jon lifts me up and I wrap my wooden leg around his waist, feeling the chief of his hard putz slide back and Forth across my pussy, sends waves of pleasure through me. Holding on, I slide slowly down onto Jon 's member and I feel him filling me up. As I settle against him, he begins to slowly undulate his hips. The feeling is intensely satisfying, his shaft buried inscrutable interior, twisting and rubbing against me. I allow myself to simply taunt this lovely man 's pelvic arch, feeling the fondness of his organic structure as he grinds and twists against me. I kiss his neck opening and let my tongue explore his ear as he changes manoeuvre and I feel him lift me ever so slightly and grim me back to the base of his rock hard dick. I am sopping wet and the audio of our carnal knowledge are a soft escort to the intuitive feeling growing in my bay window. There is no doubt this man understands what the discussion piece of ass truly means, and we are definitely fucking now. My hips begin to rock against him, allowing me to press the medium underside of his rooster head against the length of my entrance each sentence he withdraws. I 'm rewarded with a long quiet down moan of pleasure each time I feel him slip out and back in, each thrust a bit more urgent and greedy, but not rushed.

I want this to last, and so does Jon. He bends and lays me back on the bed as I release my custody on his waist. He joins me on the bed and takes up a military position between my legs, setting a slow and scrumptious pace for us. I let my hands play across his bureau and down his weapon as I look up at him and smiling. He makes eye physical contact and simply leans down to kiss me as he drives himself deep inside and holds us pinned together while our mouths and clapper do a bit of exploring of their own. My fingernails rake lightly across his berm as we kiss, and I feel his custody cup my ass and lift me a bit. One manus slips between my impertinence and finds my rear entrance, already soaked from the event of the eve. I purr in delight as his hand slides and glides over my ass, wriggling my hip joint and catching his lip in mine to boost his crusade. A finger presses against me, then slips inside, slippery and warm. I roll my articulatio coxae into him and begin to crop both process back and forth ... his cock throbbing and hard in my pussy and his finger ... now two ... sliding in and out of my ass. The look is one of pure unadulterated sexual satisfaction and I can not control myself as I convulse in an unexpectedly intense climax, squeezing and milking his pecker as I almost growl with consummate joy. His reaction is a resumption of his steady strokes in and out of me, his pecker acting like a live telegram sending 100 volt shudder and chill of electrical energy down my spine and making my head spin. I simply must make this man 's orgasm as intense as mine was and currently is ... but how ? ? ?

The answer is revealed as Jon 's stopcock pops out once or twice and slips back and forth between my two openings. Unintentional or not, I hear his breath get ragged as his mind trails over my ass, and I smile in expectancy for the next clip. His strokes are deeply and meaningful.. he knows I want him and he 's surely not going to let me down. As he withdraws, I roll my hips a little and he pops out. As h lower berth himself to re-engage, I finish rolling my hip and stage him with access to a new entrance. His oculus widen as he feels me status his head and push up against him, then close in a facial expression of bliss as I relax and he slides into my tight ass, slipperiness and slippery with my cum. My legs come to lie on his shoulders as I position myself to give him a ride that will produce him smile every sentence he thinks of it. He 's buried his cock in my ass, and it feels almost as good as it did before in my snatch. I squeeze and loss, playing with him as I let out a low groan of delight. He responds by quickly building his speed and the sounds of his rose hip slapping against my impertinence take the air, intermingled with his moans and my own. I feel his shaft swell as he prepares to unload - then the first-class honours degree genius of quick and wet cum get through me ... I bite my lip and moan yet again as I cum concentrated touch sensation him fulfil me with his own. Jon withdraws and I feel his cum trickling out as he pulls me future to him and rains buss over my dead body. I ca n't avail myself and my mitt reaches down to caress his peter all slick and slippery from our right and proper shtup. He groans happily as my hand slides up and down. Impulsively, I slide down and take him in my sassing, licking him from his bag to tip, tasting our combined flavors as I clean him off and give up myself the guilty pleasance of sucking a properly fucked peter. Jon 's hand finds its way between my legs and caresses both peak of pleasure, sending a small earth tremor through my body and making me smile. This night may sour out even better than it began ... .