The Christmas party took place on a Wed night in mid-December. Most everybody was there with their wife, husband or important others. I had to go alone, wearing a footling cocktail attire that I would pull out of the closet and literally dust off once a year as well as a pair of lacy Black person tights.

At the party, I meandered from cluster to cluster exchanging the usual chit-chat and badmouthing our least favorite customer with the guys. The single guy tried to issue forth on to me, but I played the faithful ( which I was at that point ), if flirtful, wife.

'' Your husband could n't take a crap it ? '' asked one of the wife who was among a ruffle group of workfellow and their ladies. Was she suspicious 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 give bar three, maybe four metre and had to excuse myself for the ladies room a few bit later.

The restaurant was a historic construction and the track to the residue rooms twisted around a couple of corners. When I emerged, one of my chief tease from the office staff was just heading to the men 's room. `` Hi, Connor, '' I said.

'' Hi Pam, '' he replied, pleasantly surprised. `` You are looking Orcinus orca sexy tonight, I might say if that 's OK, '' and knack over to ease up me a candy kiss. I should have got turned my nerve 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 juicy boy, tonight, '' I said. But I let him kiss me again, this time recollective, and did n't draw it off when his script landed on my breast. `` Oh My, '' I said reaching for his genitals, `` secure thing it 's too public here for this to go anywhere ! ``

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

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

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

'' Oh my ! That could get us both in problem, '' I laughed. `` Maybe a upright fancy, you could always come by after Peggy falls at rest, '' I joked. Actually I could n't conceive I 'd said that. Surely he did get it as a joke. Did his eyes widen ?

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

power company like that end betimes and I was home by 10. I took three isobutylphenyl propionic acid to ward off a most certain hangover and got into my nightgown. I sat on the couch with a shabu of tomato juice feeling lonely.

I must stimulate drifted off to kip right there, because I was jarred awake by the buzzer. What the heck ? What time is it ? 12:30 ! Thank goodness I put the succus shabu on the board before I fell asleep. I almost took out the gun, but decided to check into the peephole 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 day. `` Connor, what are you doing here ! ? ! ? '' I asked, trying to reconstruct the former conversation.

'' Well, Peggy is asleep. ... That was the approximation, right ? ``

'' Oh my god. I did n't really signify that ! '' But I closed the door enough to pick out off the chain. `` You ripe get in here, '' I said. I could n't leave him standing out there in the apartment 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 flirt, but you know I 'm married, right. So are you, right ? ``

'' I know. But I heard you say Krauthead wo n't be back til Fri. ... I thought, ... you know, ... in the hall there, .... phantasy and such. ``

'' It 's St. Peter the Apostle, Connor. '' But I was flabbergasted. How had I let things get to this compass point ? Well, let 's change the theme. `` Can I get you something to fuddle ? A beer ? Wine ? We have some Scotch. Peter 's a single malt fan. ``

'' Sure. I like Scotch. ``

I avoided St. Peter 's about precious nursing 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 handle much more after my sooner 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 to the lowest degree it was n't one of my filmy interpretation. We both sipped our potable.

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

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

'' I 'm sorry about the hall. ... 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 multitude get the wrong thought. .... 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 kiss. I did n't rip his hand off my nightie. I did n't give up his manus from wandering all over my bureau. I did n't rip back when his hand wandered down to my belly and lower. And the excrescence in his gasp was so hard when I grabbed it.

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

I let Connor push my nightdress between my legs. It felt so courteous, him rubbing over the silky framework. Then I felt him scrunching is fingers to draw and quarter the fabric up my legs. `` Oh Connor. ``

I felt Connor 's assuredness fingers on my branch, my second joint, closer, closer. God the elctricity when he touched my pussy lips. `` Oh Connor. '' I was becoming a break up record.

At this point, I was falling behind. I undid his belt and unzipped his pant. The bulge in his bagger was so big. His shaft sprang out when I pulled down the waist banding. Oh yes. Oh yes. So big.

I got on the story between his legs. He had to let go of my pussy. I started to solve his balls 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 sorry. ... 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 sleep so you could ... ''

'' Yep. Take up your fling. ``

'' 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 oral fissure, Peggy 's predilection and all. Connor interrupted me hanker enough to pull my nightie completely off and push his bloomers off. I returned to sucking him, but he stopped me before I made him cum, and he pulled me up off the trading floor.

Connor sucked on my now barren teat and reached between my legs. His expert fingerbreadth pressed my panties between my kitty-cat mouth as he licked my nipples. Through the leg opening, he managed to tease my engorged clit with his pollex at the same time his fingers pushed up inside my vagina. God he was good.

Connor returned to finger fucking me after pulling my step-in off. His mouth moved down to my belly, kissing, licking, down down down, and soon it was his tongue and not his thumb that was teasing my clit. This caused a huge, screaming climax. I hoped that the citizenry in the apartment upstairs were in their sleeping accommodation and not thier living room.

'' Oh Connor, Connor. I know it 's wrong. Oh God, Connor ! ! ! ! Oh Connor, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me now ! '' He climbed back up, laid me across the lounge and laid on top of me. He did n't demand to spread out my legs as he maneuvered his shaft. In a footling. Teasing. In bit more. Short strokes. Sir Thomas More. Deeper. He was all the way into my cheating vagina. Oh God. `` Ohhhhhhhh. ``

He fucked me in missioner. He fucked me in doggie. And I sat on him and he fucked me in cattleman with his hands squeezing my titty. And that 's how he came, deep into my continuing orgasms. `` Do n't end. Do n't stop. ``

And when his cock did get soft and popped out, I stood up beside the lounge. Everything was running down my leg. I ran to the bath for a wash textile, and suddenly started bawling.

I guess Connor heard me because he came up behind me - I 'd go forth the doorway overt - and held my naked sinning self. `` I 'm so sorry, '' he quietly said into my ear.

'' It 's OK. We 're both adult, '' I said between dickhead. `` Just, just, I never did anything ... sob ..., '' and fearful of a lonesome night of guiltiness, `` Do n't go yet. You do n't sustain to go yet, do you ? ``

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

I turned to face him, trying to wipe my face clean. `` Do n't intercept. prevent doing that, '' as I put his hands back where they had been. He supported my breasts with his hands and them rubbed his laurel wreath over them. My nipples became enkindle again, and so did the feeling in my low-down belly. `` Will you fuck me again ? One Sir Thomas More time ? '' I begged.

I led him into my marriage bed. The screen were mostly pulled down already and I made room for us. Connor and I laid following to each other on our English, kissing, fondling and hugging. Everything moved slowly, lovingly. He slid down a few inches and took my tit in his mouth. `` Oh yes, '' I muttered as his tongue teased me there.

I could barely make his peter and played with it until he slid down further and it was out of reach. Connor kissed my belly, and down my pegleg to my fundament. My knee parted, begging his attending 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 calfskin and second joint and the persona of my bush that was still there. `` Oh god ! ``

Then I felt his lingua in the crack between my second joint and my labia. He was so close to the sensitive sphere and I was so ready. `` Oh Connor, '' as he sucked on my pussy mouth. `` Oh Connor. ``

The moan I uttered when his knife probed between my lips must own been loud enough to awake the people upstairs. I could n't help it ; my clit was on fire. He kept licking there as two digit pushed deep inside me. `` Oh, Oh, Oh, '' as my orgasm flamed up.

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

But Connor had n't finished yet, I was for certain. `` Do you want to cum in my mouth ? '' 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 mouth. 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 love hole. And not much longer after that, jet after jet went into my throat and onto my lingua. Was I going to exploded 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 lavatory. I helped him scavenge up his face and gave another exertion at his cock. Then he dressed and was gone.

I do n't call back how many more meter we got together, but none of them were as memorable as that first time .