She answered the door in a little black dress that left little to the imagination. It showed off her petite frame, making her a cups look larger than ...hey were. Little did she know what I had planned for them in just a few short hours.She invited me in and took the bottle of wine to chill it for dinner. As she put on the finishing touches I set the table, lit the candles, dimmed the lights and turned on her music. While she served up the meal I served up the wine. We settled down to a nice. We ate some pulled pork sandwiches with chips and the ladies had sodas while I just had water. My wife generally spends the evening going over the next day’s route then playing Facebook for the evening. It was a pretty cool night so I changed into my pajamas and tee shirt and snuggled up under a blanket to watch some TV. Danny went in the back and changed into her bed clothes as well. She wore some sweats that looked a size too big and whenever she bent over for anything, I was rewarded with a. We met for a late-night drink. Just one. A martini, cold and harsh in an empty bar. We made small talk and allowed our legs to touch beneath the table. Her bare legs rubbed against the fabric of my pants and I saw spots of colour that had nothing to do with alcohol appear on her cheeks…a tinge of rouge colour on the pale, oval face framed by jet-black hair. She put her fingers on my forearm while we talked, then traced her lips slowly with a fingertip. We finished our drinks and I eyed her. I sucked your cock like a pro and kept my mind focused on giving you pleasure. Then I felt the pressure building up like you were about to blow and I decided I wasn't ready for you too. So I stopped sucking and squeezed the head to prevent you from cumming. You groaned in frustration. I was surprised you were still hard, I expected to wait a bit but I guess your determination was strong. I wanted you to shoot your hot cum inside of me. I stood up and sat in your lap. Then I removed all of my.