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It’s late Friday evening and I’m in a strange city. Having just finished up an exhausting three days supplying web services to a large conference, I’m far more interested in getting much wanted sleep and getting back home, than being stuck in some high end gourmet restaurant. I enjoy quite a lucrative contract with the host corporation, so turning down their president’s dinner invitation would not have been a wise option. Seated at an all-male dinner table I begin to regret my decision to attend, especially as I find little of interest in the surrounding conversation. I’m hearing nothing but talk of corporate wheeling and dealing, takeovers, mergers and the like. At twenty-five, I’m too young and free for this, but at least the food is absolutely mouthwatering. It’s then I notice her, sitting at the next table. A well-dressed attractive lady, I guess early to mid-forties and married. Perhaps it’s the boring company at my table, but my eyes quickly become fixated on her, her dress clinging to a youthful sensuously shaped body, her warm smiling face, and her full breasts a sight to behold. I then remember a brief encounter we’d had on the first day of the conference, when she’d asked about WiFi availability. She suddenly looks up and catches my stare, to which I shyly turn away, but then I notice that she is beginning to take an interest in me. I throw my eyes over her table and suddenly realize we are both most probably in the same fix, yes, more of the same boring corporate types, her most likely PA to a senior manager. Her frequent glances cause my imagination to take over; with thoughts of her getting excited at catching a young stud stealing glances at her sensuous shape. Maybe she’s having thoughts of me being at her table, bahçesehir escort my hand gliding up her delicate thigh, fingers sliding inside her panties, teasing her wetness while none of her boring company suspects a thing. I begin to dream of her hand on my crotch when suddenly the waiter interrupts, and I put my dreaming down to my exhausted state. How silly of me to be fantasizing about her thoughts. I become almost embarrassed at my wanderings, especially as my cock has begun to bulge in my pants. I return to the conversation at my table, attempting to forget my foolish dream. I look up again to find her looking my way, then our eyes meet and she makes no attempt to look away, giving me a sensuous smile. Then, without her company noticing she delicately drops her fork to the floor and innocently turns in her chair retrieve it. Her eyes are on mine as she bends, knowingly exposing her beautifully lush breasts for my full attention, and then she slowly straightens back up again. She continues her sensuous movement, spreading her legs wide as she readjusts in her chair, and I’m treated to a generous flash of her bare thighs and shaven pussy. I almost come in my pants as she winks so seductively at me. Wow, I’m thinking, no panties and flashing her bald pussy at me. Is this lady attempting to tease a young stud, or is she as hungry for me as I have suddenly become for her? My lustful desire takes over my mind completely. I just have to fuck this lady, or at least determine if she wants my young cock. Is she just playing games? I need to make an excuse to find out, and quickly. My dinner evening is coming to an end as I excuse myself from the table, but it’s hardly even noticed. Passing by her table I beylikdüzü bayan escort break the ice by reminding her of our previous encounter, and enquire if she’d had success with emailing at the conference. Before I know it, she’s got me seated next to her, thanking me for saving her day and resolving their communications issues. We get into conversation about my line of work, with her confessing to having major difficulties in understanding the complexities of electronic communication. I suddenly feel her hand glide along my thigh beneath the table, and then in an instant she’s taken my hand, guiding me to her warm bare thigh. Leaning her head towards me, looking in my eyes she whispers, “You just don’t know how bad I need to be fucked.” I feel my cock begin to stir in my pants as I’m looking into her lustful eyes, thinking, I couldn’t possibly resist such an invitation. Things have so suddenly changed. My decision to come along to dinner is fast becoming one of my very better choices indeed. The touch of her warm thigh burns my hand and I feel a twitch in my pants. My cock is quickly hardening as she glances down to witness it, and then looks into my eyes and smiles, loving the fact that she’s seducing a young stud right in front of her boring work colleagues. Her legs part to invite my fingers slide up her bare skin until I reach her warm damp pussy. She then moves forward against my fingers as her hand grabs mine through her dress, and her thighs lock on my hand. I feel her pussy get so wet, as she grinds herself against my hand, and then she releases her tight grip. I gently slide a finger inside her as I hear her breath begin to quicken. The others at the table, buried in conversations escort beylikdüzü of their mundane corporate lives, don’t appear to notice anything other than the two of us chatting. I feel her hand in my crotch as her fingers grasp my now stiff cock bulging through my pants. Oh my God my cock is aching to be freed. I just have to get her away from this table and fuck her wet pussy. Just as I think things can go no further I feel her slowly unzip my pants, reach inside and release my cock into her hand. I gasp as she begins to stroke my hard cock and wonder how we can move this party away from the table. My finger slips in and out of her wet pussy, teasing her swollen clit, as I feel I’m about to explode under the table. Her boss looks over at us, and probably suspects we’re having fun as he excuses himself from our company, inviting the others to join him in the lounge for after meal drinks. She doesn’t budge from her chair, but turns to me with her sensuous smile, and whispers, “I want your cock in my pussy. Oh please, please, fuck me now,” and this only excites me even more. “Oh fuck,” I whisper to her in reply, “we can’t possibly we do it here?” Her friends are suddenly gone from the table and I feel relieved, but then her head disappears under the table. She’s taken my throbbing cock in her lips, her tongue licking my salty precum from the tip of my cock. My colleagues are just over my shoulder, my cock is in her mouth, and I feel like exploding my come in her throat. My fingers drive deep into her pussy as she groans loudly. I’m thinking, we cannot possibly continue here, no way, and I so want to taste her dripping wet pussy. I draw her head away from my throbbing cock, suggesting we move our passion to the relative privacy of the rest rooms. I then attempt to zip up my fly, though my cock is so hard I think everyone will notice. She takes my fingers to her mouth and licks her pussy juices from them, tasting her pussy from my fingers as she sucks them dry. Oh fuck I need to get us to somewhere more secluded, and fast.

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