The Dec 25 party took place on a Wednesday night in mid-December. Most everybody was there with their wives, husbands or significant others. I had to go alone, wearing a minuscule cocktail dress that I would deplumate out of the cupboard and literally dust off once a year as well as a brace of lacy black tights.

At the company, I meandered from cluster to constellate exchanging the common chit-chat and badmouthing our least best-loved customer with the guys. The I guy tried to make out on to me, but I played the fold ( which I was at that pointedness ), if flirtful, wife.

'' Your husband could n't piddle it ? '' asked one of the married woman who was among a mixed group of colleagues and their noblewoman. Was she suspect 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 overt bar three, maybe four metre and had to excuse myself for the ladies way a few min later.

The restaurant was a historic building and the itinerary to the rest rooms twisted around a couple of street corner. When I emerged, one of my main coquette 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 knack over to hold me a kiss. I should have turned my cheek but it landed on my backtalk, thought just a wad. `` I 've been wanting to do that for months, '' he added.

'' Are n't you the blue boy, tonight, '' I said. But I let him kiss me again, this time longer, and did n't perpetrate it off when his handwriting landed on my breast. `` Oh My, '' I said reaching for his genitalia, `` good thing it 's too public here for this to go anywhere ! ``

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

'' Oh my, I 'll have to process that for a piece, '' I managed to respond. `` And what happens in these fantasies ? ``

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

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

'' That would be occupy, `` he replied with a grinning, but the conversation ended there. Did he even know where I lived ? Yeah, their Yuletide bill of fare that had just arrived. I 'm sure enough Peggy sent it. Connor went into the men 's elbow room. I wandered back out to the company and did n't think much more about it.

federal agency party like that end early and I was home by 10. I took three Motrin to guard off a nigh certain hangover and got into my nightgown. I sat on the sofa with a glass of tomato plant juice feeling lonely.

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

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

'' fountainhead, Peggy is benumbed. ... That was the idea, right ? ``

'' Oh my god. I did n't really intend that ! '' But I closed the door sufficiency to take off the chain. `` You effective get in here, '' I said. I could n't depart him standing out there in the apartment building hallway. Who knows who already heard him ? But I should accept sent him packing. Big mistake.

'' tone, Connor, I know I 'm a big tease, but you know I 'm married, right. So are you, right ? ``

'' I know. But I heard you say Hun wo n't be back til Friday. ... 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 item ? Well, let 's convert the subject. `` Can I get you something to drink ? A beer ? Wine ? We have some Scotch. Peter 's a single malted fan. ``

'' Sure. I like Scotch. ``

I avoided Peter 's most precious bottles and took the bobber 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 wish 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. `` airless, '' I allowed, trying not to embarrass him. I poured Connor 's neat and generous. I could n't handle much more after my earlier boozing, but with some soda, I took an ounce or so.

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

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

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

'' I 'm lamentable 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 drab for being such a tease. I know people get the wrong 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 mystifying, passionate kisses. I did n't rend his mitt off my night-robe. I did n't block his helping hand from wandering all over my chest. I did n't draw back when his hired hand wandered down to my belly and lower. And the protuberance in his pants was so hard when I grabbed it.

Simon Peter had been away so long. Nobody would know, right ?

I let Connor push my nightie between my legs. It felt so nice, him rubbing over the silky textile. Then I felt him scrunching is fingerbreadth to draw the fabric up my branch. `` Oh Connor. ``

I felt Connor 's cool finger's breadth on my leg, my thighs, closer, closer. God the elctricity when he touched my kitty-cat lips. `` Oh Connor. '' I was becoming a humbled record.

At this point, I was falling behind. I undid his bang and unzipped his gasp. The hump in his shorts was so big. His pecker sprang out when I pulled down the waistline stria. Oh yes. Oh yes. So big.

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

'' Connor ! You fucked centime tonight did n't you ! '' The odour and gustatory modality of her sex was still there, faintly.

'' Yes. I 'm distressing. ... It 's just ... well I wanted her to kip, '' he added. `` She always falls departed after. ... So do I, but ... well ... you know .... I tried to wash it off. ``

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

'' Yep. assume up your offer. ``

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

But now I know, I did mean it. Subconsciously, I meant it. I took his cock in my back talk, Peggy 's mouthful and all. Connor interrupted me recollective enough to pull my nightgown completely off and agitate his pants off. I returned to sucking him, but he stopped me before I made him cum, and he pulled me up off the floor.

Connor sucked on my now simple nipples and reached between my legs. His expert digit pressed my panties between my cunt lips as he licked my tit. Through the leg opening, he managed to tease my engorged clitoris with his ovolo at the same fourth dimension 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, drubbing, down down down, and soon it was his tongue and not his thumb that was teasing my button. This caused a huge, screaming orgasm. I hoped that the people in the flat 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, bang me, fuck me now ! '' He climbed back up, laid me across the sofa and laid on top of me. He did n't need to open my legs as he maneuvered his calamus. In a little. Teasing. In bit more. Short diagonal. More. Deeper. He was all the way into my cheating vagina. Oh God. `` Ohhhhhhhh. ``

He fucked me in missionary. He fucked me in doggie. And I sat on him and he fucked me in cowherd with his hands squeezing my tits. And that 's how he came, deep into my continuing climax. `` Do n't stop. Do n't check. ``

And when his cock did get cushy and popped out, I stood up beside the sofa. Everything was running down my pegleg. I ran to the bathroom for a washables fabric, and suddenly started bawling.

I guess Connor heard me because he came up behind me - I 'd exit the door out-of-doors - and held my nude 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 unfrequented Nox of guilt, `` Do n't go yet. You do n't experience to go yet, do you ? ``

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

I turned to look him, trying to wipe my facial expression clean and jerk. `` Do n't stop. preserve doing that, '' as I put his hands back where they had been. He supported my breasts with his hands and them rubbed his palm over them. My mamilla became aroused again, and so did the feeling in my dispirited belly. `` will you fuck me again ? One More 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 adjacent to each former on our sides, kissing, fondling and hugging. Everything moved slowly, lovingly. He slid down a few inches and took my mamilla in his sassing. `` Oh yes, '' I muttered as his tongue teased me there.

I could barely reach his cock and played with it until he slid down further and it was out of compass. Connor kissed my paunch, and down my legs to my substructure. My knees parted, begging his aid 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 calf and second joint and the character of my George Walker Bush that was still there. `` Oh god ! ``

Then I felt his lingua in the crack between my thigh and my labia. He was so come together to the sensible domain and I was so ready. `` Oh Connor, '' as he sucked on my kitty-cat lips. `` Oh Connor. ``

The moan I uttered when his lingua probed between my lips must have been tawdry enough to wake the people upstairs. I could n't help it ; my clit was on fervour. He kept licking there as two fingers pushed deep inside me. `` Oh, Oh, Oh, '' as my sexual climax flamed up.

My pelvis were rocking up to his typeface as I finally begged, `` shtup me, fuck me again. Oh Oh God. nooky me now. '' And he climbed back over me. I reached down to agree his diaphysis where I needed it, and he pushed himself back inside me. My climax arrived a second later, `` Oh OH OHHHHH. ``

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

'' You really are naughty ! ``

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

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

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