On the surface I appear as a fairly conservative lady but that polished, classy exterior hides a wicked goddess of sensuality I try hard to conceal in everyday life. Most men notice my looks and are attracted, but the ones that compel me to tear off my stylish silk blouse, prim little black skirt, perfect pearls and let down my blonde hair from the hair pinned bun are those with a primitive, brooding kind of innate, passionate sensuality. It’s the intercourse of subtleties between sensuals; musky scent, a knowing look and a careless, deliberate touch, all perfectly timed signals from one who is, to another who knows.

He had it, with those inscrutable brown eyes that never wavered from mine, but their intensity seemed to touch every intimate part of my body until I was flushed and uncomfortable with the sense of being spiritually, passionately ravaged by a man I barely knew, yet seemed to instinctively know so well. It was just a minor theft case and he the detective charged with caring for my loss, so after our initial meeting and a few phone conversations it was time to retrieve my stolen items. I purposely asked to meet him after 5pm when most of the building would be empty. Since my divorce and the dull single life that followed a volcano of need had been compressing inside. I had dared myself to play a seductive game and he would, unknowingly, be my prey.

My heels clicked loudly in the dreary, empty hall as I approached his office where I knew he waited. He would be as before…impeccably dressed in suit and tie, starched white French cuffs and tight slacks that molded to a deliciously curved ass no man should be allowed to show in public. I had originally noticed the muscled arms and broad chest, and this time my pussy throbbed in reminder of the many lonely nights I had fantasized about him, my legs spread wide and fingers probing frantically in a vain attempt to emulate the hot dick I really craved in me…

When I pushed open the door and met his look, it was as if he instantly knew my intentions Being a detective he was trained to read people and my rosy cheeks and full lips must have sent a message no man could ignore!. I nearly chickened out and bolted when his eyes beckoned me into the game. How could he possibly suspect the conservative long black skirt hid black garters and crotchless black lace panties from which my swollen pussy-lips dangled expectantly and moistly kissed my thighs each time I took a halting step closer to him? Did he know what others had told me? – that a woman’s mouth foretold her labia, just as my voluptuously kissable pink lips mirrored their cousins down below.

Our eyes locked in an intimate dance of desire while our mundane words dispensed with the formalities of the case. An awkward, final “goodbye” hung expectantly in the air. He waited…patiently…for me, leaning against his desk, arms crossed over a holstered pistol, smiling gently like a wolf waiting for the scared chicken to fall into his mouth. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and ever-so-softly, slowly, licked my voluptuous lips as if I were tasting my lover’s sweet cum. In an instant he had thrown off the jacket, pulled me to him and was squeezing my tiny waist with strong hands, his thumbs sliding upward to tease my hardened nipples, his mouth settling on mine to deeply probe, lick, suck and kiss me. I quivered and moaned when he unzipped the back of my skirt and cupped his warm hands around my bare ass. His fingers snaked beneath the garter straps and encircled my thighs in teasing, slow caresses, ending in deliciously long strokes between my legs that left his fingers damp with pussy-honey. The dangerous panties had been discovered and his sensuous fingers gently plucked the lace aside and tugged at my labia before swirling in all the sensitive crevices and folds, then teasingly poked an exquisite fraction of a finger-fuck into my pussy before withdrawing again and again to my gasping breaths. He whipped my pussy mercilessly with just a tormenting inch of slick finger over and over and over until I panted with desire and pleaded for cock.

Spinning me around he bent me over a desk piled with manila case folders and pressed his body into mine from behind. His hands cupped my face and head from behind as he pressed a swollen dick into my skirt and consumed my neck and ear and lips with a greedy wet tongue. Slowly he inched my skirt up from both sides, each hitch accompanied by a gentle push forward whenever I tried to lean back into his dick. “I’m going to make love to your sweet hoop”, he whispered deep into my ear as his hands arched across my black lace covered ass, then urgently spread my silk blouse to release a spill of rigid nipples and swollen titties. His tongue continued spreading hot kisses across my shivering neck and shoulders, his hands cupped my breasts and fondled them while I could feel him rubbing his crotch against my ass to slide down his unzipped trousers with no hands. A hard rod poked the cheeks of my ass for an instant, then coolness when his heated body moved off mine. I tried to turn to him but he pressed a hand in the small of my back and pinned me to the desk while his other hand peeled down the black lace panties to my knees. Shoving his leg between mine he spread my legs as wide as the traitor panties would allow. In a moment of quivering anticipation I felt him softly stroke my hoop-cheeks and suck in his breath, then the wetly insistent tongue was probing my anus and sending hot, nasty chills up my back. I had never felt anything so intensely erotic and as I squirmed to back further into my tormentor, he impaled my pussy with a fistful of wet fingers at the precise moment his tongue dove further into my ass. I moaned and melted into his tongue and could feel the volcanic pressure intensifying with each demanding thrust inside my pussy and tongue-dick in my ass. My cunt and ass were wet with his saliva and my own juices. My knees were beginning to crumble, but his big arms and strong thighs kept me barely upright. The thrusts and tonguing intensified…then, abruptly stopped as I shook and creamed down my naked thighs. Not daring to even wonder at his next move I slumped over the desk to take a momentary interest in the mini-mart robbery file beneath my nose.

It was short-lived! It began to posses me, the hardness, probing my ass where there had been soft wetness a second before. I closed my eyes and pictured the drive-in fantasy of my youth. Me, a helpless virgin in denim skirt and bobby sox not yet comfortable with a gangly body that bore a woman’s bosom that made men drool, legs forced wide to the cool night air and hot breath, powerless to stop the insistent probing of fingers, tongue and dick as I was pinned to the back seat of a ’52 Chevy with my legs imprisoned by the linebacker, loafers dangling off my toes and polyester blouse forced open to reveal a heaving swell of flesh subjected to frequent sucking. His 250 pounds flipped my 105 and I was on my knees with my plaid skirt over my head and white cotton panties yanked impatiently off. The hardness found me and I was shamefully wet and fearfully eager to feel what terrified me the most. The head pushed against tender flesh and seemed to be attempting an impossible entry, but suddenly a finger plunged into my wet pussy and the slick eased the way.

Stunned, my fantasy and reality merged into the consuming press of a rigid hot piece of flesh filling my ass with increasing pressure. Shafts of pleasure tore at me as the organ arched into the deepest, most intimate crevice of my body. I felt his own panting as unidentifiable sounds of urgency spilled into my ear while his throbbing cock electrified my asshole with each pulsing thrust. The thrusts slapped against my rounded ass-cheeks as he gripped my thighs and pulled me backwards into his cock. Moans of pleasure wailed out of me as each tidal wave of sex-sations pierced my genital nerves. With each plunge his cock got hotter and hotter, and swelled to twice its size. I felt the swelling, building to his explosion, and it began to trigger my own orgasmic swells. When I thought he was so huge I couldn’t take it anymore, he swelled even larger, the excitement of fucking my ass sending him into a mindless frenzy of primal fucking. I took it all up and in, and fantasized even more about having his expert lips tugging at my pussy while his cock drove me to spasms of ecstasy.

The keening cry started low and deep in him and I could feel his orgasm building like angry lava deep inside the bowels of his cock. The heat rose through my ass like a thermometer shooting mercury off the scale as he began to go rigid in all his muscles, clenching his thighs rock hard, tightening his butt beneath my grasping hands. His breathing changed abruptly in that tell-tale way that means an irreversible physiological function is soon to occur in an explosive manner. His gorgeous cock began to throb like a drum and twitch like a snake-bit mouse, beating its message against my asshole. I’m cumming, I’m cumming, it shrieked, and he cried out with it. As frantically as he speared me, so did he finger-whip me until I arched back against him as spasms of liquid pleasure flooded my nerves and my clit danced against his nasty fingers. My cum soaked pussy clenched his fingers and I tightened my ass-cheeks into steel grips that squeezed the last, defiant thrust out of him before he started panting wildly “honey! Honey! HONEY! HO-ONEY! HONEY-Y-Y!”, each louder and louder until I was certain the janitors would come running with broom-handle weapons to save us. His body started violently in Olympic glory at his gold medal performance in the Fuck and Jerk as he emptied load after load of hot cum into my ass that soon poured down my legs, mixed with my own cum, to be stopped at the black panty dam.

Just a few minutes of wild, hot exploding passion was all that it took to get a date with an incredibly sexy, tender, gentle, sensual lover and kind, caring man who has made my lonely, dateless nights hold much more promise than before!