The Christmas political party took place on a Wednesday night in mid-December. Most everybody was there with their married woman, husbands or significant others. I had to go alone, wearing a little cocktail dress that I would draw in out of the closet and literally dust off once a year as well as a pair of lacy black tights.

At the party, I meandered from cluster to clump exchanging the common chit-chat and badmouthing our least favorite customer with the guy wire. The ace guy tried to get along on to me, but I played the faithful ( which I was at that point ), if flirtful, wife.

'' Your husband could n't give it ? '' asked one of the wives who was among a coalesce group of colleagues 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 open bar three, maybe four times and had to excuse myself for the ladies room a few minutes later.

The restaurant was a historic building and the path to the ease rooms twisted around a span of corners. When I emerged, one of my chief flirts from the office was just heading to the men 's room. `` Hi, Connor, '' I said.

'' Hi Pam, '' he replied, pleasantly surprised. `` You are looking killer sexy tonight, I might say if that 's OK, '' and set over to apply me a kiss. I should give turned my cheek but it landed on my sassing, thought just a good deal. `` I 've been wanting to do that for calendar month, '' he added.

'' Are n't you the naughty boy, tonight, '' I said. But I let him buss me again, this fourth dimension longer, and did n't pull it off when his paw landed on my breast. `` Oh My, '' I said reaching for his crotch, `` good affair it 's too populace here for this to go anywhere ! ``

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

'' Oh my, I 'll have to process that for a spell, '' I managed to reply. `` And what happens in these fantasy ? ``

'' wellspring, tonight it will be dragging you into the rest way and locking the door, hehe. ''

'' Oh my ! That could get us both in hassle, '' I laughed. `` Maybe a in force fantasy, you could always come by after Peggy falls asleep, '' I joked. Actually I could n't think I 'd said that. Surely he did rent it as a joke. Did his eyes widen ?

'' That would be interesting, `` he replied with a smiling, but the conversation ended there. Did he even know where I lived ? Yeah, their Christmas card that had just arrived. I 'm sure as shooting Peggy sent it. Connor went into the men 's room. I wandered back out to the political party and did n't believe much more about it.

Office parties like that end early and I was home by 10. I took three Advil to ward off a near certain hangover and got into my nightgown. I sat on the sofa with a glass of tomato juice feeling lonely.

I must have drifted off to sleep right there, because I was jarred awake by the doorbell. What the heck ? What time is it ? 12:30 ! Thank goodness I put the juice glass on the table before I fell asleep. I almost took out the gun, but decided to hold back the peephole first. holy place whatever, it was Connor !

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

'' Well, Peggy is numb. ... That was the idea, right ? ``

'' Oh my god. I did n't really have in mind that ! '' But I closed the room access sufficiency to take 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.

'' feeling, Connor, I know I 'm a big prickteaser, but you know I 'm splice, right. So are you, right ? ``

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

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

'' Sure. I like Scotch. ``

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

'' Neat, if you please. ``

'' Wow a connosieur. '' Should I up the ante ? `` Maybe you 'd care this Suntory ? It 's not really baffle 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 whisky, 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 handle much more after my earlier drinking, but with some pop, I took an Panthera uncia or so.

We sat on the couch sipping our drinks. It dawned on me I was still in my gown. At least it was n't one of my gossamer versions. We both sipped our drinks.

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

'' Why thank you, Connor. I pull out that slight matter once a year. ``

'' I 'm sorry 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 tantalization. I know people get the wrong estimation. .... 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 osculation. I did n't pull his hand off my nightie. I did n't give up his hired hand from wandering all over my thorax. I did n't root for back when his hand wandered down to my belly and lower. And the bulge in his pants was so heavy when I grabbed it.

Peter had been away so long. nobody would bonk, right ?

I let Connor push my nightdress between my legs. It felt so prissy, him rubbing over the silky framework. Then I felt him scrunching is fingers to draw the textile up my branch. `` Oh Connor. ``

I felt Connor 's cool finger on my ramification, my thigh, closer, closer. God the elctricity when he touched my pussy lip. `` Oh Connor. '' I was becoming a wiped out record.

At this detail, I was falling behind. I undid his knock and unzipped his pants. The jut in his boxers was so big. His cock sprang out when I pulled down the waist banding. Oh yes. Oh yes. So big.

I got on the floor between his legs. He had to let go of my pussy. I started to lick his balls and his shaft, but .... ''

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

'' Yes. I 'm good-for-naught. ... It 's just ... well I wanted her to sleep, '' he added. `` She always falls benumbed after. ... So do I, but ... well ... you know .... I tried to lave it off. ``

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

'' Yep. take on up your offering. ``

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

But now I know, I did think it. Subconsciously, I meant it. I took his cock in my back talk, Peggy 's taste and all. Connor interrupted me long enough to rend my nightdress completely off and push his pants off. I returned to sucking him, but he stopped me before I made him cum, and he pulled me up off the trading floor.

Connor sucked on my now naked mammilla and reached between my ramification. His technical fingers pressed my panties between my purulent lips as he licked my mammilla. Through the leg opening move, he managed to tease my pig out clit with his pollex at the same meter his fingers pushed up inside my vagina. God he was good.

Connor returned to finger fucking me after pulling my panties off. His sass moved down to my belly, kissing, lacing, down down down, and soon it was his glossa and not his thumb that was teasing my clit. This caused a huge, screaming orgasm. I hoped that the citizenry in the apartment upstairs were in their bedroom and not thier living room.

'' Oh Connor, Connor. I know it 's incorrect. Oh God, Connor ! ! ! ! Oh Connor, fuck me, have a go at it me, make love me now ! '' He climbed back up, laid me across the couch and laid on top of me. He did n't ask to open my wooden leg as he maneuvered his shaft. 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 missional. He fucked me in doggy. And I sat on him and he fucked me in cowboy with his manpower squeezing my bosom. And that 's how he came, deep into my continuing orgasms. `` Do n't stop. Do n't cease. ``

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

I guess Connor heard me because he came up behind me - I 'd left the door open - and held my raw sinning self. `` I 'm so dreary, '' he quietly said into my ear.

'' It 's OK. We 're both adults, '' I said between sobs. `` Just, just, I never did anything ... sob ..., '' and fearful of a lonely night of guilt, `` Do n't go yet. You do n't accept to go yet, do you ? ``

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

I turned to face him, trying to wipe my face clean. `` Do n't break off. hold open doing that, '' as I put his work force back where they had been. He supported my knocker with his hand and them rubbed his palms over them. My mamilla became aroused again, and so did the feeling in my down in the mouth belly. `` will you fuck me again ? One more than time ? '' I begged.

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

I could barely extend to his turncock and played with it until he slid down further and it was out of reach. Connor kissed my venter, and down my leg to my base. My articulatio genus parted, begging his care where I needed it near, 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 piece of my bush that was still there. `` Oh god ! ``

Then I felt his tongue in the crack between my second joint and my labia. He was so close to the tender areas and I was so ready. `` Oh Connor, '' as he sucked on my pussy mouth. `` Oh Connor. ``

The moan I uttered when his clapper probed between my mouth must have been cheap enough to wake the people upstairs. I could n't help it ; my clit was on fire. He kept licking there as two fingerbreadth pushed bass inside me. `` Oh, Oh, Oh, '' as my orgasm flamed up.

My hip were rocking up to his face as I finally begged, `` Fuck me, fuck me again. Oh Oh God. Fuck me now. '' And he climbed back over me. I reached down to carry his light beam where I needed it, and he pushed himself back inside me. My climax arrived a mo later, `` Oh OH OHHHHH. ``

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

'' You really are naughty ! ``

So I let him pull out and turned down in the bed. We were in 69 perspective when I took his bulging turncock in my mouth. Connor was definitely enjoying himself as he fucked my backtalk and my throat. It was n't tenacious before I felt his tongue in my dearest hollow. And not much longer after that, jet after jet went into my throat and onto my tongue. Was I going to explode inside once again from his natural language. Oh my, YES ! ! ! ! !

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

I do n't think how many more times we got together, but none of them were as memorable as that first clock time .