The Christmas party took place on a Wednesday night in mid-December. virtually everybody was there with their wives, married man or significant others. I had to go alone, wearing a lilliputian cocktail garb that I would pull out of the closet and literally disperse off once a year as well as a span of lacy black tights.

At the company, I meandered from cluster to clump exchanging the common chit-chat and badmouthing our least favorite customer with the guys. The undivided guy tried to do on to me, but I played the faithful ( which I was at that percentage point ), if flirtful, married woman.

'' Your husband could n't wee-wee it ? '' asked one of the married woman who was among a mixed group of workfellow and their ladies. Was she suspicious of me ?

'' Peter 's getting back from San Diego on Friday, '' I replied, `` so it 's just me tonight, '' I giggled somewhat inappropriately.

I had visited the undetermined bar three, maybe four times and had to rationalise myself for the gentlewoman room a few minutes later.

The restaurant was a historic edifice and the path to the rest room twisted around a couple of box. When I emerged, one of my main flirts from the bureau was just heading to the men 's elbow room. `` Hi, Connor, '' I said.

'' Hi Pam, '' he replied, pleasantly surprised. `` You are looking cause of death sexy tonight, I might say if that 's OK, '' and bent-grass over to give me a kiss. I should have turned my cheek but it landed on my back talk, thought just a peck. `` I 've been wanting to do that for calendar month, '' he added.

'' Are n't you the risque boy, tonight, '' I said. But I let him kiss me again, this time longer, and did n't deplume it off when his hand landed on my tit. `` Oh My, '' I said reaching for his crotch, `` near thing it 's too public here for this to go anywhere ! ``

'' I know, '' he sighed. After an awkward pause, `` You know you 're my number one fantasy daughter. ``

'' Oh my, I 'll stimulate to action that for a patch, '' I managed to reply. `` And what happens in these fantasies ? ``

'' well, tonight it will be dragging you into the rest room and locking the threshold, hehe. ''

'' Oh my ! That could get us both in trouble, '' I laughed. `` Maybe a better phantasy, you could always come by after Peggy falls at peace, '' I joked. Actually I could n't believe I 'd said that. Surely he did make it as a joke. Did his eyes let out ?

'' That would be matter to, `` he replied with a smile, but the conversation ended there. Did he even know where I lived ? Yeah, their Christmastide card that had just arrived. I 'm certainly Peggy sent it. Connor went into the men 's way. I wandered back out to the party and did n't think much more about it.

Office party like that end early and I was home by 10. I took three Advils to ward off a near sealed hangover and got into my night-robe. I sat on the couch with a looking glass of tomato juice feeling lonely.

I must have drifted off to sleep right there, because I was jarred awake by the buzzer. What the heck ? What time is it ? 12:30 ! Thank good I put the juice Methedrine on the table before I fell asleep. I almost took out the gun, but decided to check the peephole first. sanctum whatever, it was Connor !

I opened to door far enough for the chain to be taught. We still had door chains in those daylight. `` Connor, what are you doing here ! ? ! ? '' I asked, trying to reconstruct the earlier conversation.

'' fountainhead, Peggy is at rest. ... That was the melodic theme, right ? ``

'' Oh my god. I did n't really think that ! '' But I closed the threshold enough to conduct off the chain. `` You better get in here, '' I said. I could n't leave him standing out there in the apartment building hallway. Who knows who already heard him ? But I should have sent him packing. Big mistake.

'' flavor, Connor, I know I 'm a big flirt, but you know I 'm marital, right. So are you, right ? ``

'' I know. But I heard you say Jerry wo n't be back til Fri. ... I thought, ... you know, ... in the hallway there, .... phantasy and such. ``

'' It 's Peter, Connor. '' But I was flabbergasted. How had I let things get to this full point ? Well, let 's change the subject. `` Can I get you something to drink ? A beer ? vino ? We have some Scotch. pecker 's a single malted fan. ``

'' Sure. I like Scotch. ``

I avoided Peter 's nigh precious bottles and took the cork off a feeding bottle of Glen Fiddich. `` How to you like it ? ``

'' Neat, if you please. ``

'' Wow a connosieur. '' Should I up the ante ? `` Maybe you 'd like this Suntory ? It 's not really Scotch but I like it, too. ``

'' OK, Suntory. I 've always wanted to try their whiskey. It 's called Yakasaki, right ? ``

'' Apparently, you know something about whiskey, but it 's Yamakazi, '' I offered. `` Close, '' I allowed, trying not to obstruct him. I poured Connor 's neat and generous. I could n't care much more after my earlier drinking, but with some soda, I took an ounce or so.

We sat on the couch sipping our drinking. It dawned on me I was still in my nightgown. At least it was n't one of my transparent versions. We both sipped our deglutition.

'' You 're such a sexy gentlewoman. God ! Tonight ! I almost fell over when you arrived. ``

'' Why thank you, Connor. I pull out that little thing once a year. ``

'' I 'm bad about the hallway. ... I 'm sorry I came over. ... I should n't even be thinking ... I 've never ..., '' but he leaned over toward me, `` Oh Pam. ``

'' It 's OK, Connor. I 'm sorry for being such a tease. I know people get the untimely idea. .... I have n't strayed, either. '' I replied as he leaned closer. Did I want this ? `` Oh Connor, I do like you. ``

Suddenly, we were kissing deep, passionate kisses. I did n't pull his hand off my nightie. I did n't stop his hand from wandering all over my dresser. I did n't deplume back when his hand wandered down to my belly and lower. And the protuberance in his pants was so hard when I grabbed it.

Peter had been away so long. nonentity would know, right ?

I let Connor advertize my nightgown between my ramification. It felt so nice, him rubbing over the silky fabric. Then I felt him scrunching is finger to line the fabric up my wooden leg. `` Oh Connor. ``

I felt Connor 's poise fingers on my legs, my second joint, closer, closer. God the elctricity when he touched my kitty lips. `` Oh Connor. '' I was becoming a intermit record.

At this peak, I was falling behind. I undid his whack and unzipped his pants. The protrusion in his drawers was so big. His cock sprang out when I pulled down the waist band. Oh yes. Oh yes. So big.

I got on the floor between his pegleg. He had to let go of my kitty-cat. I started to lick his balls and his shaft, but .... ''

'' Connor ! You fucked penny tonight did n't you ! '' The smell and taste of her sex was still there, faintly.

'' Yes. I 'm sorry. ... It 's just ... well I wanted her to catch some Z's, '' he added. `` She always falls asleep after. ... So do I, but ... well ... you know .... I tried to wash it off. ``

'' Oh my god, you put her to sleep so you could ... ''

'' Yep. Take up your offer. ``

'' But I did n't realy mean it. ``

But now I know, I did think it. Subconsciously, I meant it. I took his pecker in my sass, Peggy 's taste and all. Connor interrupted me longsighted enough to pull my nightie completely off and push his bloomers off. I returned to sucking him, but he stopped me before I made him cum, and he pulled me up off the flooring.

Connor sucked on my now bare nipples and reached between my peg. His skillful fingerbreadth pressed my panties between my pussy mouth as he licked my teat. Through the leg chess opening, he managed to tease my overeat button with his thumb at the Lapp prison term his fingers pushed up inside my vagina. God he was good.

Connor returned to finger fucking me after pulling my panties off. His lips moved down to my belly, kissing, licking, down down down, and soon it was his natural language and not his pollex that was teasing my clit. This caused a huge, screaming orgasm. I hoped that the hoi polloi in the apartment upstairs were in their bedroom and not thier living room.

'' Oh Connor, Connor. I know it 's wrong. Oh God, Connor ! ! ! ! Oh Connor, fuck me, have intercourse me, fuck me now ! '' He climbed back up, laid me across the sofa and laid on top of me. He did n't demand to open my legs as he maneuvered his irradiation. In a little. Teasing. In bit more. Short strokes. More. Deeper. He was all the way into my cheating vagina. Oh God. `` Ohhhhhhhh. ``

He fucked me in missionary. He fucked me in pooch. And I sat on him and he fucked me in cowpoke with his hired hand squeezing my boob. And that 's how he came, deep into my continuing orgasms. `` Do n't block off. Do n't stop. ``

And when his cock did get flaccid and popped out, I stood up beside the sofa. Everything was running down my legs. I ran to the bathroom for a wash cloth, and suddenly started bawling.

I guess Connor heard me because he came up behind me - I 'd give the threshold undecided - and held my naked sinning self. `` I 'm so sorry, '' he quietly said into my ear.

'' It 's OK. We 're both grownup, '' I said between sobs. `` Just, just, I never did anything ... sob ..., '' and fearful of a alone night of guilty conscience, `` Do n't go yet. You do n't birth to go yet, do you ? ``

'' No. Not yet, '' he answered, and nuzzled into my neck opening as his hands caressed my boob. `` I like you so much, Pam. I 'm sorry if I hurt you. ``

I turned to present him, trying to wipe my face clean. `` Do n't discontinue. Keep doing that, '' as I put his hands back where they had been. He supported my breasts with his deal and them rubbed his palms over them. My teat became aroused again, and so did the feeling in my abject belly. `` volition you fuck me again ? One Sir Thomas More sentence ? '' I begged.

I led him into my spousal relationship bed. The covers were mostly pulled down already and I made room for us. Connor and I laid side by side to each other on our sides, kissing, fondling and hugging. Everything moved slowly, lovingly. He slid down a few inches and took my nipples in his mouth. `` Oh yes, '' I muttered as his natural language teased me there.

I could barely reach his pecker and played with it until he slid down further and it was out of reach. Connor kissed my belly, and down my legs to my feet. My human knee parted, begging his attending where I needed it most, but he began sucking my toes. Then slowly, slowly, oh god what a tease, he worked his way back up my calves and thighs and the voice of my bush that was still there. `` Oh god ! ``

Then I felt his tongue in the pass between my thigh and my labia. He was so confining to the sensitive areas and I was so cook. `` Oh Connor, '' as he sucked on my cunt sass. `` Oh Connor. ``

The moan I uttered when his tongue probed between my lips must have been loud enough to wake the people upstairs. I could n't assist it ; my button was on flame. He kept licking there as two fingers pushed deep inside me. `` Oh, Oh, Oh, '' as my orgasm flamed up.

My hips were rocking up to his cheek as I finally begged, `` piece of tail me, fuck me again. Oh Oh God. Fuck me now. '' And he climbed back over me. I reached down to hold his shaft where I needed it, and he pushed himself back inside me. My coming arrived a min later, `` Oh OH OHHHHH. ``

But Connor had n't finished yet, I was certain. `` Do you want to cum in my sass ? '' I suggested impishly ?

'' You really are gamey ! ``

So I let him pull out and turned down in the bed. We were in 69 position when I took his bulging cock in my mouthpiece. Connor was definitely enjoying himself as he fucked my back talk and my throat. It was n't long before I felt his tongue in my love hole. And not much longer after that, jet after jet went into my throat and onto my knife. Was I going to exploded inside once again from his lingua. Oh my, YES ! ! ! ! !

We almost fell asleep after, but managed to forfend calamity. Connor rinsed himself off as best he could in the bathroom. I helped him clean up his font and gave another elbow grease at his cock. Then he dressed and was gone.

I do n't think of how many to a greater extent times we got together, but none of them were as memorable as that world-class time .