I can still feel her lips against my chest, two velvetine strips of red,
forming the ring of suction in which her tongue danced. Every nerve ending
was at peak performance as she worked her way from one nipple to another
and then down. Her long nails, painted a glossy red, found my balls and
began to fondle them gently. Her pointed nipples danced about my thighs,
lightly brushing them as I arched back, until I felt my cock enveloped by
her firm breasts. Suddenly, her warm mouth found its target, and her tongue
lightly began to lick me.
It wasn’t supposed to be this way. I had only come up for the day,
on a quick business trip to Marin County. My plan was to fly up to San
Francisco, then rent a car and drive north, stopping at two of our plant
sites. But on the flight up, I shared a seat with Connie, who explained
that she lived in Marin County and would be happy to give me a ride. She
loved the drive, she said, giggling, and would enjoy some company to share
it with. I covertly admired her full lips and beautiful body, and
immediately began to fantasize about the afternoon. (more…)