The Christmas party took place on a Midweek night in mid-December. Most everybody was there with their wives, husbands or substantial others. I had to go alone, wearing a little cocktail wearing apparel that I would pull up out of the closet and literally dust off once a yr as well as a pair of lacy black leotards.

At the company, I meandered from cluster to bunch up exchanging the usual chit-chat and badmouthing our least favorite customer with the guy wire. The single Guy tried to come on to me, but I played the faithful ( which I was at that point ), if flirtful, married woman.

'' Your husband could n't establish it ? '' asked one of the wives who was among a blend group of confrere and their ladies. Was she leery 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 air bar three, maybe four meter and had to excuse myself for the ladies elbow room a few minutes later.

The restaurant was a historic building and the path to the rest rooms twisted around a couple of corners. When I emerged, one of my main toying from the function 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 apply me a kiss. I should have turned my buttock but it landed on my sass, thought just a slew. `` I 've been wanting to do that for months, '' he added.

'' Are n't you the naughty boy, tonight, '' I said. But I let him snog me again, this time longer, and did n't pull it off when his hand landed on my knocker. `` Oh My, '' I said reaching for his crotch, `` good thing it 's too public here for this to go anywhere ! ``

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

'' Oh my, I 'll have to action that for a while, '' I managed to answer. `` And what happens in these fantasies ? ``

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

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

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

Office parties like that end betimes and I was home by 10. I took three Advils to ward off a near sure 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 clock time is it ? 12:30 ! Thank good I put the succus glass on the table before I fell asleep. I almost took out the gun, but decided to check the peephole first. Holy whatever, it was Connor !

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

'' wellspring, Peggy is asleep. ... That was the mind, right ? ``

'' Oh my god. I did n't really mean that ! '' But I closed the room access sufficiency to take off the string. `` You skillful get in here, '' I said. I could n't forget him standing out there in the apartment building hallway. Who knows who already heard him ? But I should possess sent him packing. Big mistake.

'' Look, Connor, I know I 'm a big toying, 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, .... Fantasies and such. ``

'' It 's dick, Connor. '' But I was flabbergasted. How had I let things get to this decimal point ? Well, let 's transfer the study. `` Can I get you something to toast ? A beer ? wine-coloured ? We have some Scotch. Saint Peter 's a single malt fan. ``

'' Sure. I like Scotch. ``

I avoided Saint Peter the Apostle 's most precious bottle 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 like 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. `` Close, '' I allowed, trying not to embarrass him. I poured Connor 's neat and generous. I could n't cover much more after my earliest drinking, but with some soda, I took an troy ounce or so.

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

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

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

'' I 'm sorry about the hallway. ... I 'm regretful 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 masses get the incorrectly musical theme. .... 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 abstruse, passionate kisses. I did n't pull his hired hand off my night-robe. I did n't stop his hand from wandering all over my pectus. I did n't pull back when his hired hand wandered down to my belly and lower. And the bump in his gasp was so hard when I grabbed it.

Peter had been away so long. nonentity would know, right ?

I let Connor push my gown between my peg. It felt so nice, him rubbing over the silken fabric. Then I felt him scrunching is finger to draw the fabric up my stage. `` Oh Connor. ``

I felt Connor 's cool down fingers on my legs, my thighs, finisher, closer. God the elctricity when he touched my purulent lips. `` Oh Connor. '' I was becoming a broken record.

At this point, I was falling behind. I undid his belt and unzipped his pants. The gibbousness in his boxers was so big. His putz sprang out when I pulled down the waist band. Oh yes. Oh yes. So big.

I got on the floor between his branch. He had to let go of my kitty. I started to cream his balls and his shaft, but .... ''

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

'' Yes. I 'm regretful. ... It 's just ... well I wanted her to catch some Z's, '' 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 sleep so you could ... ''

'' Yep. Take up your pass. ``

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

But now I know, I did mean it. Subconsciously, I meant it. I took his pecker in my mouth, Peggy 's taste and all. Connor interrupted me long enough to deplumate my nightie 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 bare teat and reached between my stage. His expert fingers pressed my scanty between my snatch lips as he licked my nipples. Through the leg opening, he managed to tantalise my stuff clitoris with his ovolo at the Lapplander metre 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, trouncing, down down down, and soon it was his glossa and not his pollex that was teasing my clit. This caused a huge, screaming orgasm. I hoped that the people in the flat upstairs were in their chamber and not thier living room.

'' Oh Connor, Connor. I know it 's wrong. Oh God, Connor ! ! ! ! Oh Connor, fuck me, screw 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 beam of light. In a fiddling. 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 barker. And I sat on him and he fucked me in cowboy with his bridge player squeezing my tits. And that 's how he came, deep into my continuing climax. `` Do n't lay off. Do n't stop. ``

And when his turncock did get balmy and popped out, I stood up beside the sofa. Everything was running down my legs. 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 leave the door afford - and held my naked sinning self. `` I 'm so good-for-naught, '' he quietly said into my ear.

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

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

I turned to look him, trying to pass over my grimace clean and jerk. `` Do n't give up. Keep doing that, '' as I put his bridge player back where they had been. He supported my breasts with his hands and them rubbed his palms over them. My nipple became stirred again, and so did the tactile sensation in my lower belly. `` testament you fuck me again ? One More time ? '' I begged.

I led him into my marriage bed. The blanket 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 strive his cock and played with it until he slid down further and it was out of reach. Connor kissed my belly, and down my wooden leg to my pes. My knee parted, begging his attention 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 calves and thigh and the contribution of my bush that was still there. `` Oh god ! ``

Then I felt his tongue in the crack between my thighs and my labia. He was so close to the sensitive areas and I was so set. `` Oh Connor, '' as he sucked on my pussy lips. `` Oh Connor. ``

The moan I uttered when his tongue probed between my lip must hold been loud enough to wake the people upstairs. I could n't aid it ; my clit was on flame. He kept licking there as two finger's breadth pushed bass inside me. `` Oh, Oh, Oh, '' as my orgasm flamed up.

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

But Connor had n't finished yet, I was sure as shooting. `` Do you want to cum in my oral fissure ? '' I suggested impishly ?

'' You really are naughty ! ``

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

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

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