I had called for a backwash up call option. I figured that 5:00 would give me plenty of time. I wanted a cascade, some breakfast, and I had to calculate the drive metre. The Wake Island up Call woke me at 5:00. Vicky woke up and asked what sentence it was. I told her and she asked why so early. I gave her the run down. I hopped in the shower at the hotel. I got out of the shower and dried off. Vicky was on the bed, naked, with her legs slightly spread. She pointed to her pussy and said `` How about one for the road ? '' Just looking at her, bare laying there, I could experience the rakehell rushing to my hammer. In no metre at all, my cock was standing at attention. I went over and got on top of her. She pushed me over. I was on my back, my cock straight in the air. She lowered her brim to my putz and started kissing it. It slowly disappeared in her back talk. She was bobbing her pass up and down, leaving saliva on my prick. She stood on the bed, took grip of my cock and lowered her pussy. Inch by in, my turncock disappeared mto her warm, moist pussy. Vicky leaned forward on top of me and started kissing me, very passionately. She whispered in my ear `` I want you to cum inside of me. fulfill me up. '' I reached my hand around her to squeeze her ass cheeks. She was moving her articulatio coxae up and down, all the while kissing me. Her teat were rubbing my chest. I knew I was going to cum at any minute. Vicky said `` Please replete me. I want to feel you cumming in me. '' That was it. I shot my onus trench in her. impulse after pulse of hot cum. She said `` I can feel your cum in me. Do n't pull out out. I love the feeling of you in me. '' My cock stayed in her, even when it was gentle.

Vicky said `` Are you and Laura married ? '' I told her we were not. She said `` Are you two a yoke ? '' I said `` If you mean are we dating, we are not. We are just ally. '' She said `` Would you be open to dating and being exclusive ? '' I thought for a consequence and wondered where this was going. I finally said `` Yes, if the right cleaning woman came along. '' She kissed me and said `` Do you think I am the right wing womanhood ? '' I did not screw what to say. I was sure she was married. I did not want to be the accelerator that broke up a married couple, if it was a near or bad marriage. I did not require to be paranoid wondering if he was going to ache me, my car, my property or even Vicky. On the former mitt, Vicky was definitely a bedaze woman. Longish wavy red hair. A face that was easy to look at. A torso that could belonged to person that went to a gym. Not muscular, but very plastered. Her chest were heavy for her frame, and real. Her red pubic hair left me breathless. A cute pissed ass and longish legs. What a package. But what did I really know about her. I think she likes sex, at least she makes it seem like it. Do I desire this excess stress in my sprightliness ? On the other hand, Vicky is just sensational.

I said `` I think you could be the right field woman, but we really need to get to know each other better. ``

Writing about this has got me thinking. Why did I want to pursue this ? It was obvious that she wanted to get good with me, and possibly exit Al. Did I just want to get in the eye of a break up ? Was it the `` risk '' that inticed me ? Was it just being able-bodied to have sex with a very pretty, sexy woman.

I got dressed and headed base. I made it to work on time.

It was Monday, I had just got house from oeuvre, and Vicky called. She wanted to know if we could run into at the Ramada again tomorrow. I said `` How about if we go out for a drink at a quiet bar so we can blab and get to fuck each former ? '' She said `` Ok. Do you know of any quiet ginmill ? '' I said The entirely unity that I know of are near my sign of the zodiac. '' Vicky said `` I do n't take care driving, do you give a bar in judgement ? '' I told her about a bar finis to me and where it was. I thought about having her meet me at my house, but reconsidered. I did not know if I wanted her to know where I lived. We agreed to match at 8:00.

Tues came and Vicky was waiting in the parking lot. We walked inside and sat at a table near the room access.

Vicky was dressed nice, but Conservative. A courteous pant set. Just a tip of segmentation exhibit. She had almost no physical composition on, but she still looked very pretty. Some womanhood need makeup and some do not. Vicky was in the chemical group that did not. Her fuzz was hanging loose over shoulders.

We ordered drinking and talked. It almost seemed like a first date. We were getting to know each other, mentally, even though we had been together physically. I really wanted to know about her marital situation. I asked her about Al and what their marriage correspondence was. I was going to listen to her resolution, but make my own finish.

Vicky said that that had been married three yr. Known each early for six month and then got married. Soon after they got married, Al said he wanted to have an open marriage. Vicky said that he really just wanted to get blow job from dissimilar girl. She said that going to those sports meeting and greets were his melodic theme. He thought that it would look better if he was there with somebody and not by himself. I said `` Do n't you pass him drift occupation ? '' She said she did. I said `` I do n't need to get to personal, but do you let him cum in your mouth, and if he does, do you immerse ? '' She said `` Of grade I swallow. You should love that. I swallow for you. '' I said `` I know that you swallowed for me, but that does not mean that you still immerse for Al. ''

Our conversation continued. I had a lot to take in. I was trying not to believe everything she said.

It was about 10:15. I said `` I have to get going. I have to work in the forenoon. '' As we were walking to the car Vicky said `` How about one for the road ? '' I looked at her and said `` One for the road ? ? ? ?''' She said `` I can blow you in the car. '' How could I say no. I said `` Ok. ''

We got in the second derriere of her car. I pulled my pant down to my knee. I had a commodity starting toward a hard-on. She bent over and swallowed my cock. I could feel my cock growing in her mouth. The sight of her psyche bobbing up and down on my cock was exciting. I could see my cock sliding in her backtalk. It looked enceinte and felt even better. I could experience the press edifice. I said `` I am going to cum. '' She pushed her mouth down over my turncock. I shot stream after stream of cum in her mouth. She released my putz and swallowed. She looked down at my cock and kissed it. She looked up at me and said `` You owe me one later '', and smiled. I pulled my drawers up. She kissed me .