This was our initiatory fourth dimension working together at a customer site. What follows started over dinner after a long day working with the radiologists. Our job was to tweak ultra-sound images to their collective liking—a difficult task at best. It had been frustrating, and we were both tired when we finally packed up for the day. In the dawn, we had walked up York Avenue from the Bentley Hotel. Along the way we had scouted for a topographic point for dinner and found nothing. So, when we left Sloan, we walked up the slight James Jerome Hill on 67th Street to First Avenue where we'd been told dinner party view would be better. Turning Confederate States of America on First boulevard, we found mostly bars, diner-fare and pizza parlors. Nothing particularly interesting.

"So, what are we looking for ?"I asked.

"Northern-Italian or Mediterranean Sea ? But not pizza."

I agreed and our pursuance began.

On the recession of 64th Street, we both noticed Felice 64 across the street. Beth asked me to check out the menu saying she'd be right back. I didn't notice the reason for her roundabout way and she was back before I finished perusing the menu. Felice was concern, but too costly for our business-expense budget.

At 62nd, we decided to turn back toward House of York Avenue and if necessary eat at the hotel. But there, we found just what we had been looking for. Anatolia - a lowly eating house specializing in Mediterranean cuisine with band of vegetarian peach and moderate terms. stark ! I held the room access and we entered.

Wine glasses on the table and no table cloths. An elegant-minimalist vibe. perfective tense, particularly for the price.

It had been a long day, and it felt just to get back into the quiet subdued lighting. We ordered a bottle of Chianti and dinner party. The wine-colored came first. We wasted no time getting started with the fresh wampum and flavored olive-oil.

I began reviewing the day and making banker's bill. Perhaps it was the wine-coloured, but I mentioned the figure of a young interne that Beth could n't deal her eyes off all day. I looking over my chalk for her reaction.

"Yeah. What about him ?"was Beth 's reply.

"windowpane shopping ?"I teased.

"No ! Why ?"

"fountainhead, you could n't appear to take your optic off him."

"Oh, God. Was I that obvious ?"

I did n't serve, but held up my glass of wine in a toast,"May we never stop looking !"

Then, I thoughtlessly added,"Think he'd be goodness in the sack ?"

She blushed bright red.

Realizing my stumble, I quickly added,"Sorry. That was way off base."Said to the wrongly person, a comment like that could get you fired !

"That 's alright."

We kept talking as the wine-colored relaxed our prohibition. Before I knew it, Beth began telling me about job with her husband Frank. At first, she was rather vague, then increasingly specific. By the meter our dinner party arrived it was clear - they'd been married ten geezerhood and she was getting bored with their sex life.

I enjoyed listening to a cleaning lady's perspective on her relationship. So, I just let her mouth, which is what she seemed to want. I tried to be supportive and would occasionally interject worldwide, open-ended query. Soon Beth was telling me things about their lovemaking devising - details that were beginning to work ME blush. But, she didn't notification. I was getting hot and horny with an erection growing in my pants.

When we finished eating, we sat back to relax and finish our wine. The waiter topped off our crank and we settled the check. I was thinking about getting back to my room so I could buck off, but Beth dawdled over her vino. At one point, our conversation lagged, and I felt something rubbing my leg. Beth had taken off her shoe and was rubbing her foot along the inside of my calf. Slightly startled, I looked up at her. She was looking right back at me and kept up her teasing.

"Something wrong ?"she asked.

I was confused, unsure what to say. A shiver of agitation rippled through my organic structure and by now my cock was hard as a rock. No one had ever come on to me so directly and I was totally unprepared.

"Maybe we should go someplace to talk."

She answered,"Uh-huh. Someplace a little more private ?"

She left her wine unfinished. On the light walk back to the hotel, she was waiting for me to hold the future move. I could n't summon the courage to say"your elbow room or mine ?"I always had a pint of Makers fall guy with me when I traveled. Hotel bars were pricey and I preferred unwinding in my room. Alone in the elevator, I finally screwed-up my braveness to ask if she wanted to arrest by my elbow room for a ‘ night-cap ’.

"No. I do n't call back so. I have to call Frank."

I heard myself say,"Yes, of course."

What a letdown ! What a tease ! I was embarrassed and a little pissed-off, but also a find sentience of fill-in. I had never been faithless. So, I accepted this little coquetry as a sleazy bang - glad it had ended. Beside, I had to foretell Lori — something I did every Nox when traveling.

Beth got off on the one-quarter base, but then turned back to say,"Gon na be up for a while ?"

I grabbed the elevator door and over-anxiously said,"Yeah. For sure."

She asked,"What 's your room number ?"

"617."

She turned away and I let the elevator doorway close. I felt all tingly again, enjoying the excitement resulting from her ribbing. When I got to my room, I quickly took concern of business with Lori - a shortly phone call making the excuse that I was tired and still had work to do. Both untrue.

I cleaned the deoxyephedrine, filled the ice pail and put out the bottle of bourbon. fourth dimension for a straightaway rain shower, fresh underpants, and the plush terrycloth robe and slipper that hung in the closet.

Now, all I could do was delay. She knew my way issue. So, I sat and opened the book I had with me. Too disquiet to read, I pondered the intellection of cheating on Lori and having sex with Beth. I did after all work with both her and her husband. I knew getting involved with a coworker was a terrible idea. Still, I could n't hold on thinking about it. At least she was married. I was still thick in thought when the earphone rang—my kernel skipped a beat.

"Still offering that pledge ?"

"Yeah. Yeah."I nervously stammered,"617."

"Yes, I know."she said patiently. Of course, she did. Not only had I told her in the elevator, she had just called my elbow room. She sounded far more composed that I felt, but I recovered my wits enough to say,

"threshold will be open. Just come in."

I took off the bed covering, fold it and put it in the loo - folded down the cover and top sheet of paper, then put a twosome of hand towels on the pillows. Beth kept me waiting an agonizing 20 minutes before slipping in the doorway and shutdown it behind her. She wore a powder-blue warm-up courtship - smelled squeaky-clean and flowery.

She greeted me with,"wellspring, do n't you look well-off !"

I got up and opened the feeding bottle of bourbon.

"Ice ?"

"No."

"Really ! straightaway up ?"

She nodded.

I poured us each a drink and handed her a glass. She sat down and took a sip. I closed the bottle and joined her. We settled ourselves and silently sipped. The alcoholic drink began to bear it's effect quickly. Beth broke our quiet, getting right to the point.

"Ever done anything like this before ?"

"No."

Beth looked at me very seriously,"I do n't wan na get emotionally involved."

"I understand. Neither do I."

"OK. So, now what ?"she said.

Nice movement, forcing my hand. I took a deep breath.

"OK, Beth. Let 's hold - Tonight is purely for reciprocal pleasure. No romantic involvement. No expectation. No adhesion. We'll remain friends and neither of us will ever tell anyone about tonight. No one. Not ever. Agreed ?"

"Yeah. Agreed."Beth said softly, looking directly at me.

I replied,"Good."

As we looked at one another, we lightly clinked glasses and the wad was sealed.

"What about contraception ?"I asked."Do I need to get something ?"

"I have an IUD and I have these."

Beth retrieved a three-pack of Trojan-Enz from her pocket and placed them on the table between us.

"OK. Is that what you wan na use ?"

"You slept with anyone besides Lori ?"

"No."

"So, I'm OK if you'd rather not."

"OK."

She put the condoms away.

It was an awkward moment. I stood and took Beth 's hand. She stood turning toward me.

"wellspring, this is it. You ready ?"

"OK."

I drew her closer to me and kissed her on the oral fissure. But, she pulled away ; her torso tense ; her hands in movement of her against my chest.

I stopped,"What's wrong ?"

"Sorry. I didn't think you were gon na do that !"

"Beth, if you 're having second intellection, we can halt and honestly say we simply shared a drink."

"No. No. Just a little nervous, I guess. But, why did you kiss me ? ! I thought we agreed not to get emotionally involved."

"It was an invitation."

She looked at me skeptically, so I continued,"I promise, no quixotic involution, no outlook, no attachments. OK ?"

"You think it works like that ?"

"Uh-huh. There were various girls before I married Lori. Rosanne was the first. She taught me nearly of what I know. We enjoyed sex for various days without ever getting possessive."

"And, you stayed friends ?"

"Uh-huh."

"So. You're convinced this is OK ?"

"Beth, we both have our optic unfastened. We agreed - no expectation, no attachments. We can do it. I 'm not worried."

She turned off the scant switch and moved close. I embraced her, she turned her face away, so, I began with a series of mollify trivial buss on her cervix. As she began to loose, I kissed the face of her expression. When she turned toward me our mouth barely touched. Gradually, we enjoyed long, more sensuous buss. We moved us closer to the bed. I could taste the whiskey on her breath. It was doing its job. Her hands slid up my dorsum, and she began running her fingers through my hair. Our kiss became more passionate and I pressed my hard-on against her.

It was time to 'get down to it'. So, I sat her down on the edge of the bed. Sitting beside her, I caressed her bra-less white meat through the warm-up as we continued to buss. She didn't resist as she eased back onto the bed. I gave her some clock time before I ran my helping hand down her abdominal cavity, across her crotch and along her internal thighs. She spread her legs. Drawing my hand back up I caressed her mons veneris enough to feel it softening.

Her glossa tentatively touched my lips. I opened my mouth, letting her penetrate me. Our knife intertwined in a delicate short dance. It became more intense as she felt me unzipping her warm-up. It fell open revealing her knocker. I softly fondled them. I sprinkled picayune osculation on the side of her face, then her cervix - as I worked my way down to her breasts.

She ran her finger-tips along my neck, coaxing me to suck her mammilla. She pressed toward me as I explored her moist crotch. I soon worked my deal under her tune-up pant, but still on top of her reduce cotton scanty. I could experience the wet slit in her plump fiddling cumulus. Removing my robe, I knelt on the base beside her, hooking my my finger's breadth on the rubber band sash of her warm-up suit.

"Beth ?"

She lifted her posterior to let me slip off her prolusion drawers along with her sneakers and her socks. Stripped to her scanty, she modestly drew her bare legs together. I began kissing just above her knee joint, gradually moving my kisses to her internal thighs. She parted her pegleg. I continued my kiss gently pushing between them. My mouth paused over her panty to take a deep hit of her musky fragrance as I lightly caressed her bare arms. When I hooked my fingers on either side of her panties, she lifted her hips so I could slip off her panties.

Now, I could give proper tending to her pussy. I let her feel my breath on her labia. Then, I took my first predilection, running my tongue along her pink slit. I paused at the first step to her vagina, probing lightly, but not penetrating. When I reached her clit, she quivered and gave a pant. Her legs tensed and I saw her nous push back against the bed. future I firmly probed the entrance of her vagina with tip of my tongue.

"Oh god. I ca n't think what you're doing."

She was excited but very tense.

"Beth. Relax. I'll be gentle."

I first parted her inner labia and then went deeper. Once she submitted, I began to work on her clit — fiddling circles at first. It was n't long before she was breathing faster, vocalizing, spreading her wooden leg and straining her renal pelvis up toward me. When I sucked her clit between my rim, her ab muscle tightened and she made lots of delicious noises. She was on her way, her oculus closed and her head push hard into the pillow. endocrine were flooding her body.

"Oh, god…"

I could finger her getting ready. As she got closer, I held her weapons system so she couldn't wriggle away. She was strong and she grabbed me to stabilise herself as her legs began to tremble.

"Oh, god…"she repeated.

I kept working her clit until her body convulsed and she gave a gimcrack grunt. She held onto my arms as I tortured her through a series of climaxes, each accompanied by a spasm and appreciative haphazardness. When she'd had decent, I kissed my way down her inner second joint, then crawled in bed beside her.

"Oh, god ! I 've never come like that…"

I quietly watched her for respective minutes as the brightness from the 59th Street nosepiece illuminating the room. But, I was anxious for relief, so I guided her to the pith of the bed. She settled onto her back, peg spread for missionary. I slipped off my Jockey shorts, got in bed beside her, then lifted her rectify leg while working my way down into emplacement for scissors, my favorite.

From below her pelvis, I guided my penis along her slit to find the daub. A gentle thrust opened her, letting my glans slipped in. Her anatomical sphincter closed around my hypersensitive shaft. Pushing deeper, I could feel the tight little pack of sinew and her texture of her vagina.

"Oh, Beth."

I had forgotten how good a nulliparous woman could feel. It had been twelvemonth. With my total length inside her, she felt strong and really tight. Beth looked at me and I gently brushed a few drift hairs from her face. She held my gaze as I eased out an inch or two, then gave her five or six shallow cam stroke followed by a good penetration. I paused a moment before repeating.

She reacted to each deep thrust. I hoped I could make her seed again before I did. I watched her expression for a foretoken, trying to give back as her vagina did its study on me. Thank goodness, it did n't take her long to succumb.

Her body stiffened and trembled as she started to orgasm. Inside her, I could finger it. It was more than enough to set me off.

When expelling begins, seminal fluid flows into the urethral-bulb at the theme of my penis. Every guy reading this knows the feeling. It's a fullness that grows as the urethral-bulb stretches. The impulse to ejaculate figure. At first it can be resisted, but soon it becomes too intense to resist.

This was what I was experiencing while holding myself deep in Beth. I resisted as long as I could, watching her squirm in the disco biscuit of her orgasm. Ejaculation became inevitable and I finally let go. Holding myself deep inside her, I shot my showtime cargo of cum. As my coming swept over me, my physical structure convulsed and strained,

"Uggghh."

It hit like a tsunami and a nimble serial publication of ejaculation followed. I held tight, each sentence pushing late before squeezing out another scene of my cum. God ! It felt so good to pump it into her. Nature's reward to assure impregnation. But once accomplished, Nature relaxed her delay on me and my coming quickly faded.

outset time with a new partner is always intense - Sir Thomas More ejaculations, more ejaculate and more pleasure. First-time with Beth was no exception. But now, I could relax my grip on her as a Wave of satisfaction swept over me. How strange. My desire to fill her with sperm, so overwhelming exclusively moments before, was completely quenched.

She asked,"Do you always come like that ?"

"No."

She looked at me in a way that said she too was fulfil. The lovely thing about pair of scissors is that we could stay comfortably coupled as long as we desired. I drew up the top-sheet as the post-coital daze descended on us. We drifted in and out of wakefulness. When my increasingly-flaccid penis slipped out of her, she turned on her incline, inviting me to spoon with her as we dozed off .