I’d been at my present job a mere eight months when management offered me a promotion. It was more responsibility and longer hours, but with it came a hefty increase and perks like business travel and out-of-town seminars.
So I had less time to get laid, but I gained an opportunity to meet new people. Not that there was anything wrong with my coworkers. They were friendly enough, but they were mostly guys in their 40s and 50s. I’m 25, with a banging figure and a pretty face, or so I’ve been told. Old guys just don’t do it for me, and neither do middle-aged women—not yet, anyway.
So here I was at a week-long seminar at a five-star hotel in Chi Town, with lots of other 20- and 30-somethings, and my libido was chomping at the bit. While the instructor droned on, the thought that kept running through my head like an endless loop was: “so many girls, so little time.” There were a few awesome-looking guys too, but I was in the mood for pussy, not dick.
I’d already picked out several likely hook-up candidates, like the pale chick in front with the big boobs in the shape-hugging knit dress. Why couldn’t I work in an office with her? Or the tall babe in the designer suit with the braids piled high on her head and skin the color of rich dark chocolate? As we had the same taste in clothes, I could ask her where she shops and take it from there. Or perhaps the petite auburn-haired girl who resembled a pixie? They say good things come in small packages.
When it was time for our lunch break, the instructor told us he had to attend an impromptu meeting and said for us to take an extra hour. I opted for the girl in the suit. I went over to her and introduced myself. I admired her suit and asked casually if I could feel the fabric. Janelle smiled, then said to go right ahead. I took the opportunity to rub my fingers slowly up and down her arm.
It turned out that Chicago was her hometown, and she knew where we could go for a quick bite, which we did. She also knew the best places to shop. We were in one of those places, and in less than 15 minutes Janelle had declined any assistance offered by the eager sales attendants, then sized me up and picked out several beautiful suits and blouses for me and a few for herself. She led the way to the fitting rooms, suggesting we share one. I agreed happily, saying it would save time showing each other how we look.
I’d just stripped down to my bra and panties when Janelle came toward me. She looked luscious. Her cream-colored bra and thong looked awesome against her dark-chocolate skin. When I said how hot she looked, she said she was about to tell me the same thing. I was pretty sure I was picking up the right vibes, but to be sure, I reached out and touched her arm, preparing to tell her what soft skin she had.
She was a step ahead of me. She pulled me close, so our breasts were touching, leaving no doubt that we had the same thing in mind. We kissed deeply as we fumbled with our bras. When we separated, I was really able to admire her awesome tits. They were full, with large dark nipples. I sat across from her on the cushioned bench and watched her knead her big nipples.
I slipped my fingers in my already-wet panties, ready to stroke myself, when Janelle said she wanted to see me touch myself. I slid my panties down slowly, watching the lust grow in her eyes. I made a show of licking my fingers, then rubbing them back and forth over my throbbing clit, before sliding them in my wet pussy.
“You have no idea how hot you look,” Janelle said. “Seeing you finger yourself and hearing how wet you are makes me crazy to taste your juicy pussy.”
“Not yet,” I said. “Take off your panties and fuck yourself so I can watch.”
She slipped off her panties and sat across from me, then plunged two fingers in her pussy and stroked them in and out. “Oh, that’s it,” I hissed. “Do it harder!”
We were both going at it, hard and deep. I started pinching and twisting my nipples at the same time, humping my fingers, with orgasm threatening to overtake me.
Janelle moaned in time with her thrusting fingers. “Oh, I’m coming!” she cried. I watched as her head fell back against the mirror and her face took on a look of ecstasy. I shoved my fingers hard in my cunt, and came, flooding my hand and the cushion beneath me.
When I opened my eyes, Janelle was pulling the little bench away from the wall. There was a huge wet spot where she’d been sitting.
I wondered vaguely if we’d be able to get out of the store before anyone noticed. Janelle said to come over and straddle her, and I thought, ah, fuck it!
Janelle lay back on the bench, and I swung my leg over her. She grabbed me by my waist, pulled my pussy right over her mouth and began eating me out. With one hand on the mirror and the other jammed in my mouth, she licked and sucked my pussy like a pro. In no time I was coming, whimpering and flooding her face with my passion.
After I caught my breath, I did the only thing I could under the circumstances—I told Janelle I couldn’t wait to taste her, and tried to switch places. But she said we were about out of time and needed to head back to the hotel. She was probably right, but I have a habit of not always doing the right thing. I asked if she really wanted to spend the rest of the afternoon listening to the instructor go on about stuff we could probably learn online. From the mischievous grin on her face, I knew I had her.
“I can think of lots of stuff I’d rather do,” Janelle said, reaching out and cupping my breasts. “Besides, we both smell like pussy.”
“You’ve got that right,” I said. Then I leaned down and kissed her, letting my tongue sweep the inside of her mouth. I traced her lips with the tip of my tongue, then said, “We probably shouldn’t go back to the hotel, though.”
“We don’t have to,” she said. “We can go to my place. It’s not far from here.”
I licked a path down to Janelle’s awesome tits and sucked hard on her right nipple. She let out a deep moan, then shoved me back and said, “Let’s get going.”
As we got dressed, I looked at the wet spots on the cushions. “God, Janelle,” I said, “look at the mess!”
She quickly flipped the cushions over, gathered up the clothing we didn’t try on and said, “Problem solved!” We hung everything on the fitting-room hooks—Janelle said one of the saleswomen would put them back—and left the store. She hailed a taxi, and five minutes later we were in her condo.
We had all afternoon and then some, but I was on her as soon as we entered her bedroom. It was difficult kissing while trying to undress, but we managed it. We tumbled onto her huge bed, and I rolled on top.
“My turn,” I said, squeezing Janelle’s boobs together. I feasted on her, licking from one breast to the other, sucking her flesh into my mouth while she trembled and moaned beneath me. I continued kissing my way down her. When I felt between her legs, I couldn’t believe how wet she was. Looking her in the eyes, I licked her pussy juices from my fingers, then dipped my head down for more. I licked all around her pussy, then slid my tongue in while rubbing her clit.
Janelle moaned for me to rub her harder and make her come, but I was enjoying not having to rush, and continued my sweet torture at a snail’s pace. I had her quivering, begging me to make her come. When I’d satisfied my lust, I worked my fingers in her tight snatch and started screwing them in and out, hard and fast. Her cries grew louder each time I rammed my fingers in. When she finally came, she let out a continuous moan that had me a little worried. When she finally stopped panting, she murmured something that sounded like “which.”
I said, “Which?” She said, “I said, ‘You bitch!’ You kept me right on the edge. I wanted to come so fucking bad, and you just kept me teetering on the edge.”
I laughed. It wasn’t the first time I’d been told that. If nothing else, I am a tease. “Feel free to turn the tables,” I said. “But not before I get something to drink.”
Janelle took her time getting up, and I followed her out to the dining room. We were about the same height, and she had an amazing ass, but what really got me going was her hair. With all the thrashing around she’d been doing, the micro braids had come loose and the intricate up-twist style was gone. Suddenly I had a deep desire to know how those braids would feel sweeping over my skin.
We headed back to Janelle’s room with a bowl of chips and some beer and talked about leaving messages for the instructor as to why we missed the afternoon session. We both left messages with the concierge, mine having to do with a dental emergency while Janelle had, alas, succumbed to food poisoning. We wouldn’t see him again anyway, since there would be a different instructor for the next day’s seminar.
With that problem taken care of, Janelle was ready to have her revenge, but as intent as she was on getting back at me for keeping her on the edge of ecstasy, I was able to maneuver her into a 69. When those silky braids touched my legs, it felt like a hundred tendrils of wickedness snaking over my skin. I was already on the verge of coming, and Janelle hadn’t done a thing.
She spread me open and swiped her tongue over my clit, and I shuddered. Then we licked and sucked and humped each other in earnest. The next 20 minutes were incredible. I had one of the most intense orgasms of my life. I thought we were done, but Janelle reached in her nightstand drawer and pulled out a wicked-looking strap-on with a huge cock.
“What the hell are you going to do with that?” I said.
“That depends,” she said. “Have you ever used one?”
“Nothing that big,” I said, eyeing what had to be a ten-inch dildo.
“No problem,” she said. “I’ll go first.”
Janelle showed me how to put on the harness, and what do you know? I discovered I loved using it! I loved the power I felt while I slammed that big dick in Janelle’s pussy. I loved fucking her doggie-style and slapping her ass while she cried out for me to spank her harder. Even better, I discovered that I kind of liked a little spanking myself! And I found that I could take a good hard fucking with that big cock when we switched places and Janelle fucked me senseless.
I certainly had an awesome afternoon, but I knew that at some point I was going to have to go back to my room. I needed to change my clothes and pick up my handouts for the next day’s seminar.
Janelle reasoned that if I waited till the wee hours of the morning, I’d be less apt to run into anyone. Besides, she wanted me to hang out for a while—and I didn’t really want to leave. We ended up ordering pizza, playing cards and watching porn, which of course led to more sizzling sex.
I didn’t bother to hook up with anyone else while I was in Chi Town. We had such a fantastic time that I invited Janelle to visit me the next time she finds herself in L.A. Soon, I hope!
—G.S., Los Angeles, California