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I was 22 and had just started my first “big girl” job after leaving school because my father passed away. I was working as a sales rep for a business that sold construction equipment, like cranes and lifting equipment.
My business flew me and my boss out to a conference in California to network and get to know the industry better. They put us up in a really nice Airbnb a few blocks away from the conference.
After a day filled with seminars, lectures, and power lunches, my boss and I have a dinner scheduled with a couple of our vendors at an expensive steakhouse. It’s a few miles away so we take an Uber.
When we enter and discover our table, I discover myself surrounded by our clients. I am the only woman. My boss and I sit down in the only two open seats, and that’s when I met Patrick. We had spoken frequently through phone and email but we had never met in person. He introduced himself, explained who he was, and we shook hands. He asked me about my job and how I got started.
Patrick was double my age but in great shape. You could tell he had been working out. He was very handsome and wore a perfectly tailored suit, black-rimmed glasses on his overworked blue eyes, his hair had started thin. Despite his age, he had a magnetic energy about him. He made everyone around him feel special, in a genuine way. Something about him just made me feel happy and safe.
We chatted casually through dinner about work. I ordered a few glasses of wine. By the time we had finished our meal, it was late and I was pretty tipsy. My boss and the other men at our table declared that the night wasn’t over yet and we were all gonna a bar after this. I check in with my boss, who is extremely drunk by now, and tell him I’m tired and I’m gonna go back to the Airbnb to get some rest since we have to get up early for more seminars tomorrow.
Patrick overhears our conversation and says, “Don’t waste your money. I’ll drive you. I have my car here.”
“Um yeah, I guess that would be okay. Thank you.” I reply, naïvely.
“Don’t try anything funny, Pat! She’s half your age and has a boyfriend at home.” my boss quips.
Patrick rolls his eyes and says to me, “Don’t worry. I’ll keep you safe.”
After we are finished eating, we pay the check and walk outside. I say goodbye to my boss, who is too drunk to walk straight, and the rest of the group leaves. Now it’s just me and him, standing by ourselves in the warm desert air.
“It’s right over here.” He says, gesturing to a shiny black Porsche.
“Wow. Beautiful car. I bet it’s pretty fast.” I say.
“Hop in.” He says as he opens the door.
I slip into the passenger seat, the smell of leather and cologne filling my nose. Patrick gets in and starts the engine. One hand grabs the steering wheel and the other hand rests on my thigh. My body is flooded with electricity but I freeze. His touch feels good but I know I shouldn’t.
His hand stays there until we pull into my Airbnb. As he stops the car, he says “It’s been a pleasure getting to know you. You’re really special.”
“Thank you, I like talking to you too.” I stammer, still nervous about his hand. I’m not ready for him to leave yet so I say. “I’ve got a joint in my purse. Do you want to come in and smoke it with me?”
“Wow, it’s been a while. But yeah, I’d love to.” He replies and we walk to the patio furniture out front together. We sit on a couch together side by side. He takes off his suit jacket and I pull the joint out of my purse, light it and take a hit. I can tell he’s watching me. I pass it to him and he takes a hit, coughing “Oh man that was rough. It’s been a long time since I’ve smoked weed.” He passes it back to me and puts his hand on my thigh again, this time it’s a bit higher. His touch feels so good, I think to myself.
I take a drag and say “I have a boyfriend, you know.”
“Yeah, I know” he takes a breath. “And I’m still married.”
“What?” I insist.
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“My wife just left me. It’s not official yet, but she moved out and we’re getting a divorce.”
“Oh shit. I’m sorry.” I say as I place my hand on top of his. I can see the sadness in his eyes. I joke, “At least you’re rich and handsome. I’m sure you won’t have any trouble finding someone else.”
He laughs and takes a hit of the joint and we sit in silence for a minute.
“The stars are beautiful tonight.” I say, breaking the quiet.
“Yeah, they are.” He takes his hand off of my thigh and wraps his arm around me, pulling me in close to him. He is warm and smells nice. I swing my legs over his lap and he rests his arm on them.
He looks at me and says, “you have got to be one of the most beautiful women I have ever met.”
I blush and sheepishly reply “thank you.”
He leans over and kisses me on the forehead. I lift my head to meet his gaze and he kisses me on the mouth. Gently at first, then harder. His hand starts stroking my thigh, his fingertips getting higher and higher. My panties are getting wet and I’m yearning for more.
He pulls away for a second and says, “is this okay? Do you want me to stop?”
I pause for a moment, thinking of my boyfriend back home. My brain says no, but my body says yes. “Please don’t stop.” I whisper.
He kisses me deeply and plunges his hand up my dress, feeling my damp panties. He gently caresses my pussy through my underwear with his fingers. I can’t contain my pleasure and I moan, stretching across the couch in his lap.
He slips my panties to the side and slips in two fingers, exploring me. My back arches and I moan loudly, “that feels incredible.” He expertly massages and teases me until I am soaking wet. I reach over and start stroking his rock-hard cock over his trousers. After a few minutes of this, I whisper in his ear, “let’s go inside.”
We hurry inside and before I can put my things down, he grabs me and starts undressing me. I follow his lead and start undressing him too. Once we are both naked, he looks at me and says, “Damn. I am the luckiest man alive tonight.”
He pulls me close and starts kissing me again, his cock throbbing between us. He tenderly caresses and licks my breasts. I kneel down and take his cock into my mouth. I gag a bit since it’s girthier than it seemed, but I still try to take all of it. I start slowly sucking but he puts his hands on my head and picks a faster rhythm, urging his fat cock a little deeper down my throat. He moans and it only turns me on more. I want to please him so badly.
He stops abruptly and pulls me to my feet without saying a word. He spins me around and pushes my torso down while grabbing my hips, so I’m touching my toes. Next thing I know, I feel his thick cock inside of me. He pushes in deep and fucks me until I’m shaking and orgasming.
“Let’s go to the bedroom. I’m not done with you yet.” he declares.
I lead the way, my knees wobbling. He bends me over the bed and shoves his face deep into my pussy. “Mmm you taste so good,” he moans. I briefly think of my boyfriend, who thinks eating pussy is gross. That thought quickly fades as Patrick’s tongue travels up to my ass. Holy shit, nobody has ever done this to me before, I think to myself. He licks me up and down until I cum.
He grabs me again, flips me onto the bed and climbs on top of me – tenderly feeling each detail of my body on the way. “Hi,” he whispers to me as we become face to face in the dark room. “Hi,” I whisper back.
He grabs a handful of my hand and kisses me wildly while thrusting his cock inside of me. It feels amazing and I don’t want to stop, despite how tired I am. He thrusts harder and deeper until I’m about to cum again. He looks at me and we orgasm at the same time, his cum filling me up until it dripped out onto the sheets.
We both collapse, utterly exhausted.
After a moment, he says, “Wow.”
“I’ve never had that many orgasms before.” I say breathily.
“I’m glad I could set that record for you.” He retorts proudly. “Can I see you again some time?”
“This conference lasts a week doesn’t it?” I reply cheekily.