It was only to be dinner....
He was the general contractor at the property my company was building and had volunteered to help me move from residence to residence. I felt I had to repay the favor.
Dinner was to be at 7. The restaurant was lovely; the food exquisite. Following coffee and conversation, I asked for the check. He promptly retrieved it from the waitress and opined that his mother would kill him if he allowed a lady to pay. One mark for him.
Back at my house we sat and chatted. I pulled off my heels and commented on the comfort of rubbing my toes in my new carpeting. He knelt at my feet and began rubbing my feet...commenting on their small size and the color of my polish. As he rubbed, he bent down and began licking and circling my toes with his tongue. He took each into his mouth and sucked and blew his warm breathe over them. His mouth began its journey to my ankle and with his hands in advance...up the inside
of each leg.
As his lips reached the inside of my thigh, he lifted his face to see me watching this experience unfold. I took his hand and brought it beneath my sweater, beneath my bra to the fullness of my breast...to the nipple that had become so hard. He pinched and flicked it quickly. I brought my hips up closer to him as he moved his other hand deftly beneath the crouch of my panties...atop of my musky, wet pussy.
As he found the haven of my mound, he took his finger and inserted
it, positioning his thumb on my clit. As he explored my wet exquisiteness, he found that wonderful spot and ever so gently circled it repeatedly. His thumb flitted back and forth on my clit....his other hand pinched one nipple and then the other. His eyes stared into mine.
I raised slightly and begin to scoot the silk, moist panties off of my hips. He remained poised with each finger performing it's duty.
With my panties off I raised one leg to rest on the couch and brought his bearded face to my stomach. His tongue encircled my belly button, creeping downward to relieve the duties of his thumb. Raw, hardened and swollen, my clit began to feel the first surge of explosion. Taking both hands I pushed his head further into my musky mound and watched him as though he were bobbing for apples. His forefinger moved from deep inside me to my ass where, ever so gently, he moved it in and out...in and out.
I cried out to him that I was ready to wash his face with my juices. He stopped. To my surprise he moved away. Staring at me, he stood up, unable to conceal the excitment that arose in his trousers. He smiled, and moved to the phone. Unable to speak I watched as he made an unaudible call. He returned to the damage he had begun, lifted me from the couch and carried me to the bedroom.
Placing me on the bed, he gently removed the rest of my clothes. Still taken aback, I watched. He wrapped my nylons around my ankles anchoring them to the foot of the bed. Without saying a word, he allowed his tongue to travel up my leg, across my clit, and down the other leg.
The doorbell rang.
When he returned from answering the door, he had his job foreman with him. The foreman took one look at me and couldn't conceal the immediate arousal of his organ. He quickly removed his clothes and began bathing my body with his tongue. My friend looked on.
As he got to my breasts, my friend straddled me and placed his throbbing organ in my wetness. Gently, he moved in and out...in and out. I bucked my hips for more...more swiftness, more force. The foreman grasped my breasts and continued the taunting of my nipples. He raised above me and brought his swollen cock to my lips. I encircled it with my tongue, gliding up the shaft to its base. He moaned as I wrapped my lips around him and continues the flitting of my tongue across the tip of his cock. My friend continued to fuck my
pussy.
Not wanting me to cum immediately, they withdrew their mechanisms. My friend placed his mouth on my pussy with his cock in my mouth. The foreman sat and watched. As I began to reach uncontrollable heights of orgasm, my friend lifted his mouth and invited the hardness of his foreman to takeover.
As I began undulating with my hips and pussy, my friend gasped and burst forth with incredable gusto. My face, awash with the juice of my dinner date, turned to catch the excitement of the foreman as he shot all he had into my pussy.
I think it was the foreman.
Somehow in the excitement of the fingers on my G spot, the tongues sucking my clit and my nipples...the cocks hardening within my mouth, surrounded by my lips....controlled by the quickness of my tongue...I forgot who was who.
All I know is that the next time I donned a hard hat to walk the property my company was building, my pussy was wet and hot.
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