The Xmas company took place on a Wednesday night in mid-December. nigh everybody was there with their wives, husband or substantial others. I had to go alone, wearing a little cocktail wearing apparel that I would pull out of the closet and literally dot off once a year as well as a pair of lacy black tights.

At the party, I meandered from clump to bundle exchanging the common chin wag and badmouthing our least favorite customer with the guys. The I guy tried to come on to me, but I played the congregation ( which I was at that point ), if flirtful, wife.

'' Your husband could n't realise it ? '' asked one of the married woman who was among a merge group of confrere and their madam. Was she mistrustful 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 remainder rooms twisted around a duet of corner. When I emerged, one of my principal flirts from the role was just heading to the men 's room. `` Hi, Connor, '' I said.

'' Hi Pam, '' he replied, pleasantly surprised. `` You are looking slayer sexy tonight, I might say if that 's OK, '' and bent over to give me a buss. I should bear turned my cheek but it landed on my lips, thought just a peck. `` I 've been wanting to do that for months, '' he added.

'' Are n't you the spicy boy, tonight, '' I said. But I let him buss me again, this clip longer, and did n't pull it off when his hand landed on my breast. `` Oh My, '' I said reaching for his fork, `` just thing it 's too world here for this to go anywhere ! ``

'' I know, '' he sighed. After an awkward intermission, `` You know you 're my identification number one illusion girl. ``

'' Oh my, I 'll possess to swear out that for a while, '' I managed to reply. `` And what happens in these fantasy ? ``

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

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

'' That would be interesting, `` he replied with a smile, but the conversation ended there. Did he even know where I lived ? Yeah, their Christmas 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 parties like that end early and I was home by 10. I took three Nuprin to ward off a draw close certain hangover and got into my nightgown. I sat on the lounge with a meth of tomato plant juice feeling lonely.

I must throw drifted off to sleep right there, because I was jarred awake by the doorbell. What the heck ? What fourth dimension 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 agree the spyhole first. Holy whatever, it was Connor !

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

'' well, Peggy is asleep. ... That was the idea, right ? ``

'' Oh my god. I did n't really mean that ! '' But I closed the door sufficiency to study off the chain. `` You sound get in here, '' I said. I could n't exit him standing out there in the flat building hallway. Who knows who already heard him ? But I should have sent him packing. Big mistake.

'' look, Connor, I know I 'm a big coquetry, but you know I 'm matrimonial, 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, .... Fantasies and such. ``

'' It 's Saint Peter the Apostle, Connor. '' But I was flabbergasted. How had I let affair get to this tip ? Well, let 's change the discipline. `` Can I get you something to fuddle ? A beer ? Wine ? We have some malt whiskey. Peter 's a single malt liquor fan. ``

'' Sure. I like Scotch whisky. ``

I avoided Peter 's most precious bottles and took the Cork off a 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 foil 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. `` shut, '' I allowed, trying not to block him. I poured Connor 's neat and generous. I could n't manage much more after my former drinking, but with some soda, I took an ounce or so.

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

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

'' Why thank you, Connor. I pull out that picayune affair once a class. ``

'' I 'm no-account 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 wrongfulness 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 force his hand off my nightie. I did n't stop his hand from wandering all over my bureau. I did n't pull back when his hand wandered down to my belly and low-spirited. And the bulge in his bloomers was so hard when I grabbed it.

Peter had been away so long. Nobody would make out, right ?

I let Connor push my night-robe between my legs. It felt so nice, him rubbing over the silky fabric. Then I felt him scrunching is fingers to depict the fabric up my pegleg. `` Oh Connor. ``

I felt Connor 's cool fingerbreadth on my legs, my thighs, closer, closer. God the elctricity when he touched my puss sassing. `` Oh Connor. '' I was becoming a broken record.

At this tip, I was falling behind. I undid his belt and unzipped his pants. The bulge in his underdrawers was so big. His cock sprang out when I pulled down the waist isthmus. Oh yes. Oh yes. So big.

I got on the base between his pegleg. He had to let go of my slit. I started to drub his ball and his shaft, but .... ''

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

'' Yes. I 'm pitiful. ... It 's just ... well I wanted her to sleep, '' 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 slumber so you could ... ''

'' Yep. Take up your offer. ``

'' But I did n't realy stand for it. ``

But now I know, I did mean it. Subconsciously, I meant it. I took his turncock in my lip, Peggy 's taste perception and all. Connor interrupted me long enough to displume 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 storey.

Connor sucked on my now unfinished teat and reached between my legs. His expert finger's breadth pressed my panties between my purulent lips as he licked my mammilla. Through the leg opening, he managed to badger my engorged clit with his quarter round at the Lapplander fourth dimension his fingerbreadth pushed up inside my vagina. God he was good.

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

'' Oh Connor, Connor. I know it 's awry. Oh God, Connor ! ! ! ! Oh Connor, fuck me, have a go at it 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 stage as he maneuvered his beam of light. In a slight. 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 doggie. And I sat on him and he fucked me in cowboy with his men squeezing my tits. And that 's how he came, deep into my continuing orgasm. `` Do n't stop. Do n't block. ``

And when his cock did get balmy and popped out, I stood up beside the sofa. Everything was running down my ramification. 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 left the threshold open - and held my defenseless 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 lonely night of guilt feelings, `` Do n't go yet. You do n't have to go yet, do you ? ``

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

I turned to front him, trying to wipe my face clean and jerk. `` Do n't terminate. keep open doing that, '' as I put his work force back where they had been. He supported my breasts with his hands and them rubbed his medallion over them. My mammilla became energize again, and so did the feeling in my lower belly. `` volition you fuck me again ? One more metre ? '' I begged.

I led him into my union 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 face, 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 tongue teased me there.

I could barely turn over his cock and played with it until he slid down further and it was out of reach. Connor kissed my paunch, and down my leg to my understructure. My knees parted, begging his attention where I needed it most, but he began sucking my toes. Then slowly, slowly, oh god what a tantalization, he worked his way back up my calf and thighs and the part of my President George W. Bush that was still there. `` Oh god ! ``

Then I felt his tongue in the snap between my thighs and my labia. He was so close to the sensitive surface area and I was so fix. `` Oh Connor, '' as he sucked on my pussy backtalk. `` Oh Connor. ``

The moan I uttered when his tongue probed between my lips must feature been loud enough to wake up the hoi polloi upstairs. I could n't help it ; my clit was on flame. He kept licking there as two fingerbreadth pushed deep inside me. `` Oh, Oh, Oh, '' as my sexual climax flamed up.

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

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

'' You really are blue ! ``

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

We almost fell asleep after, but managed to annul disaster. Connor rinsed himself off as best he could in the lav. I helped him clean up his expression and gave another sweat at his putz. Then he dressed and was gone.

I do n't remember how many Sir Thomas More times we got together, but none of them were as memorable as that first time .