The Ways Of Lust Ch. 01

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She was just a friend but you wouldn’t know it by the way her thick thighs wrapped around my head, pulling my face into her slightly hairy mound. I couldn’t hear her whimper with her legs smashed against my ears but I could feel her quiver as my tongue circled and flicked her engorged clit.Michelle was a coworker I had gotten to know since she started working at the same mediation firm as me. She was a single mother of Italian descent and wasn’t looking for a serious relationship. But even noncommittal single moms need to get off.She was pretty, with thick brown hair, light brown eyes, and olive skin. But what really drew my attention were her wide hips and thick thighs. At a company dinner, she had worn a tight red dress that showed off her curves and I took the opportunity to chat her up.Nothing happened that night, and I started to think it never would until Michelle came to my office one day and asked if I would be interested in something “casual.” Of course, I agreed immediately, but I was also interested to know why she picked me.“Well, Mark,” she started, “It’s kind of hard to explain. There’s just… good energy about you, ya know?”I didn’t, but that was ok. As long as she thought so.“And,” she continued, “I know you’ll be respectful and understanding. And if I want to stop, you’ll be fine with that, right?”I nodded, “Of course, Michelle.” I sincerely meant it. I loved sex and everything having to do with it, but not at someone else’s expense.She smirked, “Besides, we both know if you don’t respect me I’ll fuck you up…”I grinned back. “I believe you. So, how about a test run?”***That was how she ended up on her back across my desk, skirt pulled up around her waist, panties flung Ankara bayan escort across the room, and my hungry lips wrapped around her excited clit. Evidently, the “test run” was going very well, if the wetness that ran down the crack of her ass to pool in a puddle on my desk was any indication.My cock strained against my dress pants and I considered pulling it out to stroke myself as I licked and sucked Michelle to orgasm. But this, at least right now, wasn’t about me. Her pleasure was my priority. Besides, the self-denial made the whole situation even more arousing.The shivering of Michelle’s thighs around my head increased. She was close. I let loose with all the oral energy I had, licking and sucking her engorged love button. Then it came.Michelle grabbed my hair with both hands as her hips bucked uncontrollably. With my arms wrapped around her thighs, I held her in place, her shaking threatening to separate my greedy mouth from her wet pussy lips. But I wasn’t going anywhere. She tasted too good to let go of before she was finished.Gradually, she settled down and peeled her tired thighs from my face. Pussy juice dripped down my chin as I looked up to see a satisfied smile on her face.She patted the top of my head. “You’re hired,” she whispered approvingly.“Best job I ever had,” I replied, genuinely meaning it.***We cleaned ourselves up and, it now being lunchtime, decided to grab a bite from an upscale bistro in the same building as our office suite.No sooner had we been seated and given our order to the waitress when Michelle’s phone buzzed.“Shit…” she muttered under her breath.“Something wrong?” I asked.“I forgot, I have to be on Escort bayan Ankara a conference call in fifteen minutes,” she said as she stood and picked up her purse to leave. “I’ll grab my sandwich to go.”“Ok, I’ll see you back at the office,” I said slightly disappointedly. “Just grab your food, I’ll take care of the check.”Michelle smiled, rounded the table, and kissed me lightly on my cheek, “You’re too sweet,” she said. Then, touching her lips to my ear, she whispered, “I’ll make it up to you…”My groin was on fire as she walked away. I stared at her as she walked away, wide hips swaying underneath her skirt, plump ass bouncing as she left my view.I took a drink of ice water to cool my libido. I set the glass down and settled in to wait for my food. But, the view now unobstructed by Michelle, my gaze was drawn to a stunning woman sitting at a table directly across the room from me.She was beautiful, but not in a slutty bimbo way. She exuded power, confidence, and heightened sensuality. She looked to be perhaps in her early forties. Long, raven black hair cascaded down her back, framing a fair face with long black eyelashes and full red lips. Her light skin contrasted with her vibrant red dress, the front of which plunged into a deep “v” to display her bountiful bosom. Under the table, a long slit ran up her dress to reveal shapely calves and thighs above lovely feet clad in strappy high heels.She wore little jewelry. Her left hand sported a large diamond wedding ring, presumably from the dark-skinned man who sat at the table caddy corner to her. Around her neck, she wore a strange crystal that had a distinct “new age” feel to it.I thought Bayan escort Ankara I took all of this in fairly quickly before I averted my gaze, but it wasn’t fast enough. When I glanced back at her she was staring straight at me. She was on to me.But she was a beautiful woman and there was no harm in noticing. So I didn’t look away. I met her gaze. Her husband was too interested in his steak to notice anyway.Her eyes narrowed as she took a sip of her white wine, her long pale fingers and red nails delicately handling the fragile glass. I couldn’t help but wonder how those fingers would feel handling other… delicate items.Her red lips met the rim of her glass and my imagination spun out of control. They looked soft and wet. Separating from the glass they left the imprint of her kiss.She broke our gaze to respond to something her husband said. Still swallowing his mouthful of food he stood, kissed her, and left the restaurant.Now it was just her and me. She returned her attention to me, crossing her arms and leaning forward to rest them on the table in front of her. Her large tits smushed together to bury her crystal in a deep valley of soft cleavage. Her legs were crossed and her red painted toes wiggled across the front of her heels.I leaned back in my seat, not ashamed to enjoy the view. Even as my waitress set my sandwich down in front of me I didn’t look away as I told her, “Thank you.”The woman in red to one last drink from her glass, finishing it in one gulp. Then she stood and stepped out from behind her table. Her curves were now on full display, and my hand involuntarily drifted to the front of my pants under the table. I caught myself and rested it on my knee instead.The woman in red picked up her clutch, dropped a wad of cash on her table, and slowly walked straight toward me. The hem of her dress billowed, showing off the curve of her thighs as she glided across the room. She pulled out the chair Michelle had been using, sat down, and relaxed back into it with a mischievous grin.

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