Dating a birthday girl, screwing her in the office later
Here was handsome P, whom I had been dating for 2 months. At 30, he was a highly regarded manager of the IT consulting house I was employed with. I had just turned 21, and we returned to the company that night after a dinner date celebrating my birthday, to close a proposal for a Middle East client. We had not copulated, although there were numerous kissing and heavy petting while dating the last few times. P had an outmost love and respect for me and we wanted to wait for an appropriate time. Or so we thought.
The proposal wasnít going anywhere on my part and I was feeling frustrated, hot and flustered. I was ovulating! Without deliberating, I stormed into Pís office, locked the door behind me, and dimmed the lights. P looked up and before he could utter a word, I strode over and started French kissing my Mister Nice Guy. Gosh, his thick lips still tasted of black cherry wine. Tongues intertwined, left hand inside his shirt pinching his nipples and the other hand stroking his growing hard on. That did it for P. His self control shattered.
He yanked me roughly to the side of his table and bunched my skirt up and bent me over. In a sudden vanity panic, I tried to recall what I had worn underneath that morning. Then I smiled in relief when I heard P swearing under his rapid and shallow breath. I felt my Lycra thong tearing away and slipping down to my ankles. HahÖ talk about honoring me. But that night, I was loving every plundering second! His own slacks and underwear knocked down, P drove his engorged organ into my tight but moist chamber, before pulling out, but not completely, then back in. It was a cloudless night and thousands of stars littered the sky and I could see them from Pís Twin Tower room. More stars filled my vision as P pumped me with long deep strokes and I thrust my fanny up high to meet his powerful, lust-filled rhythm. Clutching the base of the computer monitor with one hand, I suppressed the raw orgasmic scream with the other. P shuddered, came deep inside me, and collapsed onto my back, hands still gripping my waist. He remained rock hard inside me for another 5 minutes! Later, I dozed off on Pís couch with semen running down my inner thighs and tush while he wrapped up the proposal. A happy ovulating woman. Thanks P, for making my 21st birthday sexual union such a remarkable one.
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