There must have been 300 people in the ballroom by the time I arrived at a Christmas party that I was attending entirely for business reasons. I didn’t see a soul I knew until I spotted the host couple. We did the obligatory niceties, and then Luke walked me to the bar and said he hoped I enjoyed myself.
I make friends easily and enjoyed meeting people and socializing until dinner was served. After dinner, while I was waiting at the bar for another glass of wine, a young man looking to be of barely legal drinking age walked up, placed his hand on the small of my back and asked if I’d honor him with a dance. We found an unoccupied table to leave our drinks on, introduced ourselves and headed for the dance floor.
Seth was a fine dancer and a gentleman besides. After we’d had a great time dancing and sipping our drinks for an hour, he asked, wouldn’t my husband be missing me? I said he wasn’t with me, and Seth’s eyes lit up. The next time a slow dance was played I noticed he held me much closer.
While I used the ladies’ room, he got us drink refills. When I returned he began flirting suggestively. I could have easily shut him down, but I was having a good time and kind of enjoyed being hustled by someone almost 20 years younger. He waited for the band to play another mellow tune, then led me to the dance floor. Again he held me close, pressing his body to mine. I felt an impressive erection in his pants.
When the guests started drifting off to their rooms (hotel rooms had been provided for everyone), about half past ten, Seth offered to see me to my room, where against my better judgment I let him come in. He soon had me up against the wall, kissing me passionately while cupping my ass cheeks and pulling me against his hard-on.
When our lips parted he whispered, “I would give anything to spend just one night with a beautiful woman like you. Let me stay just for a little while, and I promise that nobody will ever know. Can you feel what you’ve caused?”
I said I couldn’t help but feel his erection, but I was a married woman and really he shouldn’t even be in my room. He looked in my eyes and embraced me again. He unzipped the back of my dress and unhooked my bra, then stepped back and pulled the dress and bra off of me, leaving me in hose and panties. Cupping my breasts, he said, “My God, you have large breasts for such a petite woman.”
I rubbed his cock lightly, causing him to moan and caution me not to rub him too much or I would cause him “to have an accident.” Somehow he had removed his jacket, tie and shirt. Now he kicked off his shoes and then dropped his pants. As we kissed again, he walked me backwards to the bed and lowered me onto it, then removed my heels and hose. He pushed his boxers down, revealing a throbbing six- or seven-inch cock.
I slipped my panties down and off, then lay there with my legs together. Seth stared down at me and said, “I’ve never seen a woman with pubic hair. The girls my age all shave or wax. Yours looks so sexy.”
He dropped to his knees and buried his face in me. When it came to pleasuring a woman orally, he knew more tricks than most men twice his age. He took each of my labia between his teeth and tugged gently while his thumb strummed my clit, driving me wild. He pressed his open mouth over my cunt and fluttered his tongue, awakening thousands of sleeping nerves in the mouth of my vagina.
With my body quivering, Seth mounted me. I pulled my knees up to my breasts, allowing him to penetrate my snatch. He thrust steadily in and out, causing his balls to slap repeatedly against my tingling ass.
This stud had amazing control, and just kept on fucking me, until after about 15 minutes he said softly, “I don’t have a condom on. Should I pull out?” I smiled and said, “That’s sweet, but don’t worry about me.” He cupped my ass cheeks and lifted my ass off the bed, then started to really pound me. He only lasted another half-minute or so, and came so strongly, I felt his surges filling my cunt.
After a brief rest, that young man was ready to go again! He had me on my hands and knees and gave it to me doggie-style. The next time, he had me straddle him and ride his cock while he enjoyed my bouncing breasts. After two hours of fucking I was worn out and wanted very much to go to sleep, but my stud had yet another hard-on.
I compromised by lying on my side and offering him rear entry in spoon position. When I fell asleep he was still fucking me gently, and when I awoke at half past six the next morning he was thrusting steadily in the same position. I put him on hold to go to the bathroom, then let him fuck me again before we ordered breakfast from room service.
After breakfast we both jumped in the shower. That of course led to me getting hosed against the tile wall! When we’d dried off, Seth wanted to head straight back to the bed, but I said I really had to get going, that my husband was waiting for me. (He was actually out of town. It was the first excuse I thought of.) Before he let me go, he pleaded for my phone number. Was I ever tempted! But I made a quick decision that it wouldn’t be wise to travel that route.
It was a great memory, though, and a great morale booster with my 40th birthday only weeks away. And to think, I almost didn’t go to that Christmas party!
—F.S., Elizabeth, New Jersey