Curt nervously looked at his watch for the third time in the last five minutes. What in the hell had gotten into him, was he out of his mind Meeting a woman in person he has been having an on line relationship with--totally nuts. Here he was, 33 years old, a good job, married to a beautiful woman, two small children, a whole lot to lose, and he could throw it all away because he was thinking with his dick. Unbelievable.
He'd heard the stories of meetings of this type going disastrously wrong, with some even ending up in murder, and just because most of the victims were women didn't make him feel a whole lot better. After looking at his watch again he mumbled, Christ boy, relax, it's just a drink with a new acquaintance, no problem.
At exactly five thirty a tall chestnut haired woman strode through the door and scanned the bar. The white rose on her lapel was the signal to let him know who she was, but he didn't even need it. He could tell it was her by the description she had given him on the chat line. One worry taken care of, she wasn't a liar, she was even prettier than she had described herself, being tall and slim of frame, a very ample chest, even if it was hidden underneath a tailored business jacket, and wearing the most sizzling hot pink lip gloss he have ever seen (it even made his cock twitch).
Curt hopped up from his chair and approached her with hand extended, Hi, he said, I'm Curt Borda, and you must be Poppy.
Her smile was breath taking, and she took his hand and shook it with a firm grip, never taking her eyes off of his while intoning in a smooth sultry voice, It's so nice to meet you Curt, shall we sit down?
Taking her by the arm, Curt lead her to the booth he had reserved at the rear of the bar, and after they had slid into opposite sides of the table and just looked at each other for a few seconds, Poppy said, You look even better than I thought you would, I hope I am up to your expectations.
Very much so, he replied, more beautiful than I could have imagined, would you like a drink?
A wine spritzer would be nice, she said, I'm a little bit nervous.
Your nervous, he thought, I'm a total wreck. Curt ordered a couple of drinks and then sat in silence until the waitress brought their order. After paying the check, each of them took a sip from their glasses, and Curt offered, I've never met anyone from the internet before, this is kinda new to me.
Me too, she replied, I almost backed out at the last minute, but figured we would be in a public place, so why not.
They both chuckled, took another drink, and Curt asked, Well, are you glad you decided to give it a shot She nodded the affirmative, and Curt offered, Me too, more than glad, you look absolutely fabulous, much better than your description.
Well thank you, kind sir, she replied, I am more than impressed with you too, I was praying that you wouldn't be the proverbial frog. Again they both laughed, getting more and more comfortable in each other's presence.
Looking at her, Curt could feel the electricity between them as he then broached the question, Well, how do you feel, I mean about us, you know, do you need more time, another meeting maybe, you know to get comfortable.
I'm very comfortable right now, she answered quickly, I don't need another date to confirm what I already feel.
Curt picked up his drink, swallowed the last of it, dropped a five dollar tip on the table, stood up and said, Me too, let's go.
Arm in arm they took off down the street, heading to the Hyatt Regency Hotel where Curt's law firm had a couple of suites available for visiting clients, and after stopping to pick up the electronic pass key to suite 2801, Curt again began to have second thoughts about going through with it, but one look over his shoulder at the sultry beauty in the gray suit swept those thought right out of his head.
The view from the 28th floor was magnificent. Lake Michigan to the east, and the Chicago skyline to the south made for a breath taking vista, and Curt momentarily forgot why he was there, while gazing at the picturesque landscape. Without turning his head, he called out, Come over here and take a look at this view, it's spectacular.
This view is better, she answered back, causing Curt to turn and face her. His mouth dropped open when his eyes were struck by the most devastatingly beautiful woman he had ever seen. Standing before him in a white bra, panties, hose and garter belt, and five inch spiked heels she looked like the answer to a teenagers wet dream. He tried to moved his mouth, but no word would come out. You like, she asked, as she did a pirouette in the center of the room He nodded, still not moving an inch from his spot by the window.
Reaching out her arms, she beckoned him over to the bed while lying down on her stomach, offering a perfect view of her huge breasts as they hung down, straining to free themselves of the thin silk material holding them in place.
Quickly regaining his senses, Curt crossed the room in three strides, removing his suit coat, and working to remove his tie as he moved. After sitting down on the edge of the bed, he leaned over and gave her a full kiss on her sensuous lips and whispered, You are incredible, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen and you smell like cherries too umm. Now removing the rest of his clothes, he stood before her with his erection proudly pointing right at her.
She sat up, and gently stroked the big cock, making come alive in her hands while murmuring softly, Very nice, very nice indeed.
Curt looked down at the stunning creature before him, rolled his head back when she delicately slipped his head into her hungry mouth, and groaned, Oh god, don't stop, please don't stop. Her free hand cupped his balls, as her other one slowly jerked his penis while she sucked and licked rolling her tongue around on his pecker head.
His wife Anne was an enthusiastic bed mate, but never had she made him feel the way Poppy Watson was making him feel at that very moment. She had the look of a totally sexual being, it seemed that every pour of her body oozed her sexuality. For a woman of twenty nine she seemed mature beyond her years, instinctively knowing exactly what he wanted and needed.
Finally letting his penis slip from her mouth, she stood up and pressed herself against him while giving him a long deep kiss. His penis pushed against her mound, and she moved her hips from side to side, forcing it harder against her aching pussy.
You seem to like what you see, she said, reaching down to feel the hardness that thrust out from between his legs. He nodded, and kissed her again, their tongues probing and dancing in each others mouths. Her chest welled out over the top of her low cut bra and Curt had the sudden urge to feel one of her nipples in his mouth. Reaching around her with two hands, he found the clasps, and deftly unhooked the silk prison, allowing it to fall away as the two huge globes seemed to defy gravity as they stood out in direct conflict with Newton's First Law.
My god, they're unreal, he said, as he cupped them in his shaking hands.
They are very real indeed, she shot back, arching her back to make them even seem bigger than their 36dd size. Dropping to his knees, Curt opened his mouth and took one of the hard nipples into his mouth and sucked long and hard causing the air to whistle out of her throat as his tongue and lips tugged at her distended nub.
God, suck them harder, she pleaded, as Curt went from one tit to the other, sucking first one then the other. Soon her nipples were slick with his saliva, each one hard and protruding from his ministrations, and while he sucked, he let his hand roam all over her hips and ass. It was obviously a woman's ass, wide and full, yet soft and firm at the same time.
The low groan that escaped her throat could have been the result of either the nipple sucking or the hands that were feeling every square inch of her backside, but what ever it was, she was getting very hot indeed. A definite wet spot had formed on the front of Poppies silk panties about the size of a half dollar, and her hips had begun to move involuntarily trying to put some kind of pressure on her clitoris.
Sensing her urgency, Curt took hold of her panties with each thumb, and jerked them to her knees while she let out a groan, anticipating that she wouldn't have to wait much longer to get the itch between her legs scratched. In that she wasn't wrong, because Curt pushed her back onto the bed, pulled off her undies, and spread her legs wide, exposing a dripping wet pussy.
Curt took a deep breath and savored the aroma of fresh pussy in his nostrils causing them to flared involuntarily as the scent of her cunt filled the air. Taking one last look at the puffy lips before him, he slowly lowered his mouth to her aching vagina, giving it a long deep French kiss, his tongue settling deeply into her crack, worming its way as far in as possible.
She arched her back and pushed her cunt forward, Oh, I needed that, she sighed, as he lapped at her oozing slit. Her puffy lips seemed to be begging to be sucked, but then again her whole body in fact was built for sexual pleasure and it seemed to him that she had no control over her actions, because her clit was in total command of her being. Her desire to orgasm had now completely taken over everything else, she had to cum, and it mattered not what she thought or cared about, the only thing that mattered was sexual relief.
Curt was feeling the incredible heat that was coming from Poppy's vagina, and having his mouth up against it made his erection even harder. She had taken a hold of his hair and was pulling his mouth harder and harder into her open lips, and the moans that escaped her mouth sounded animal like, almost a low growl. Never had he been with anyone who had such a sexual magnetism, his desire to please her had now taken over his entire being. Her clit stood out from the fold of her lips and throbbed with desire as every time his tongue flicked over it, her body jerked involuntarily.
Now sucking it full bore, she began to thrash around the bed, pleading for the relief only a clitoral orgasm could give her, until finally, she erupted with a loud moan, Oooooh, I'm fucking cumming in your fucking mouth, suck my clit, please suck it. Only to happy to oblige, Curt licked it like it was the last vagina on earth. Her orgasm drove him on to higher sexual excitement, his cock now at the bursting point, and just as she began to come down, Curt slid on top of her and with a huge shove, rammed his full eight inches all the way into her now dripping slit.
Her initial cry of pain was quickly replaced with moans of elation. Harder, fuck me harder, she implored, as Curt turned his penis into a sexual weapon, in and out of her helpless cunt. Together they got into a rhythm, his thrusts matched by her pushes as he drove his cock in and out of her. Curt momentarily thought how he and his wife never even approached the sexual highs he was experiencing with this magnificent vixen, but after that one guilty moment, he came back to reality when his cock began to erupt violently into her love canal.
Groaning loud and long, he screamed, Christ, I'm cumming in your cunt, all over your cunt. Merely hearing him caused her vagina to contract around the big pecker and start her own pulsating orgasm, and together they both blew their loads in a simultaneous explosion of cum and pussy juice definitely both in the Zone .
Curt rolled off Poppy, and looked over at the now spent woman, and said, Jesus, you are without a doubt the best I have ever had.
She just smiled, and said, In a few minutes I will show you all over again, I may just fuck you to death. Taking her hand she reached over and caressed his now limp pecker, while instantly he felt his balls tighten up and his meat begin to grow rigid once again. From that moment on, Curt knew he was hooked, and there would be no going back.
Oh well, he thought, what a way to go.