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My night with James

It had been a long week, but at the end of the day Friday the drudgery stopped. James stopped by our pod area. He works in the Greenville office but has been working in the home office for the week on a critical project. All of the women in my area dress a little different and giggle a little more the weeks he travelled in. We had been discretely following James with our eyes as he walked past our row and silently contemplating moving to South Carolina just because the view is so fine.

"Hey ladies!" he chirped. "Anyone want to go out with us tonight? Some of the guys in the department are giving me a send off at JJ's. I'll buy you a round!"

"Sure, I'll go!" I say quickly, before anyone else could respond. "But give me some time to freshen up and I'll meet you there."

It's casual Friday, and jeans and a sweater just won't cut it for a night out with James and the gang. I thought about what to wear all the way home so after a quick refresh of my makeup I quickly slip on something that makes me feel confident and will get his attention. Lace panties, a black dress that doesn't need a bra, and my gladiator heels. A few tugs to settle things in and I am off.

James is at the bar and spotted me immediately as I walked in. I can saw his eyes light up. "Hey girl! Damn you look fine. Sit down and have a drink with me."

I smile and glided in beside him, He touched my arm as he ordered me a gin, club soda and lime. This was going to be a good evening.

We spent a few hours with the group drinking, dancing, playing pool and flirting oh so carefully...but that's not why I'm here.

"I'm starting to get tired," I whispered into James' ear as the music quieted down and I didn't have to yell. "I've had a little too much to drink and I need to lie down. Want to take me home?"

That last line was a little softer as I leaned in and brushed my lips to his ear. He simply smiled and gave a simple wave goodbye to his friends, put a hand on my back and led me to the door.

He opened the door of his rental car for me, and as yet we hadn't said a word since that whisper. But our eyes connected and we both said "yes" wordlessly. As James drove I ran my hand up and down his thigh. I wanted him hot, but not so distracted he couldn't drive. At a red light he suddenly grabbed my hair and pulled me to him for a kiss. Hot tongues danced, until a honk from the car behind us got us moving again. We needed some privacy!

Once at the house he wasted no time. As I locked the door James pushed me against it and my breasts flattened against the cold metal. One hand pressed into my lower back while the other raised my hands together over my head, setting them firmly against the door as well. When his hand retreated, my hands stayed there. I soon heard the quiet rasp of the zipper down the back of my dress. I shifted in my shoes but he increased the pressure to gently persuade me to comply. Silent. Still.

As my dress separated, I felt the cool air brush along my spine and then warmth of his lips as they pressed into the nape of my neck. Gentle kisses. A lick across the tattoo on my shoulder blade. A tiny nip on my ear as he whispered. "If this is what you want, then do what I say."

As my mind grappled with those words, his strong hands moved to my shoulders and spun me toward him. James eyes were locked onto mine, and he didn't flinch a bit as his hands swiftly lowered my arms and at the same time slid my dress off my body. He kept me frozen with his eyes as he slowly grasped my breasts in his hands, raising me to my toes as the brought them to his mouth, sucking one nipple then the other. I was moaning already.

"Take off the panties," he said after bringing both nipples to full erection. James stepped back two paces to watch, a quiet confidence on his face. I hooked both thumbs into the black lace and gently dropped them to join my dress in a puddle of black on the floor. I was standing in my foyer in only my heels. James stood patiently, and gave me no clues of what he wanted next. I stepped carefully out of the dress toward him, looking for a sign.

James stopped me with a nod as I was about to lean in and kiss him. He gently caressed my arms, then raised each hand and placed my fingers on my breasts. I could feel my heart beating faster and faster as he knelt in front of me. It almost burst when his tongue darted across my clit. He started to lick my pussy. Slowly at first, then increasing in urgency. I exploded with my first orgasm right there, my hands twisting my nipples without being told. When my eyes opened again, James was standing before me.

My knees were so weak, he took my hand and walked me to the sofa and sat me down. He stood in front of me and I knew what I was supposed to do. Our eyes locked as I reached out and slowly unbuttoned his jeans. I can see his cock was hard before I even touched him. I slid his jeans and underwear to the floor and his big black cock sprung toward my face.

It was my first. Oh yes.

I slowly licked the tip of his cock, our eyes still in contact. I only looked down as I took him in one inch at a time until I my lips reached the base. His cock was hot, and hard, and throbbing in my mouth. I began to slide it in and out of my wet mouth as I stroked his balls with one hand and rubbed his firm ass with the other. He began to slowly thrust into my mouth. It is all I can do to not gag. He had my hair in a hard grip and thrust harder. Over and over.

James suddenly backed up and in the same movement pulled me to my feet. My head was spinning. He turned me around again and started to kiss my neck as he reached around and crushed my breasts. I pushed myself against him and his cock was hard against my back. He suddenly pushed me forward over the arm of the couch and with one hard stroke plunged deep inside my wet hot hole. I gasped from the power and the size of him. It had been a long time since a cock that large had been inside me. Before I could think he started to thrust and stroke, not soft and slow, but hard and fast - plowing into me. I panted and moaned. I couldn't say a word, just make the noises that my roughly ridden pussy were telling me to make. My tits swayed sharply with the rhythm. Before I knew it I had come again.

Just as suddenly as he started, he stopped. "Where is your bed?"

I grunted and pointed down the hall. He took my hand again and led me in that direction. He found the bed and immediately lay down in the middle, his wet cock throbbing on his stomach. "What do you want? Your choice," He offered.

I smiled and climbed onto the bed and straddled him. His cock was as hard as stone as I slide onto it. We both moaned. I immediately start to ride him, pushing his cock deeper into my pussy than ever before. He played with my nipples and rubbed my body as I built the tempo. The pace was frantic until we both screamed our way into orgasm. I could feel him coming inside me - his cock throbbing and jerking as loads of black cum flood my pussy.

I fell in a pile of exhaustion on top of him. He kissed me gently and before I knew it I was fast asleep.

In the morning he was gone. Aside from a wet spot on the bed and a longing between my legs there was no evidence that James had been there. It could have been a dream. If it hadn't been for the note on the buffet it could have been just another wild dream. This dream had a phone number, and a request to visit again the next month.

Hmmmm. Maybe he'll skip the hotel room.

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