Pickup after Bar Drinking

I had a night out drinking with my Brother-in-law one night and left to drive home. When I stopped at an intersection red signal on the busy major double laned highway. I saw a pretty Black girl standing at the Bus Stop. She was thin build, about 19 or 20 years old. The area of the city I was at was more of a White Jewish Row House area, which got my interest going. As it was late outside and a nice evening, my passenger window was open some so I asked if she was waiting long? She smiled and said No. I asked where she was headed to? And she said she was going to meet a person to party with but they did not show. As I was feeling daring, I asked her "Do you want to party with me?" She smiled more and said sure, as I then opened her door to get in. The light changed and away we drove.

We shook hands and I asked her "If you had met your friend, what was your plan?" She laughed and said "We would be Fooling around some." I smiled and said "Well will you be willing to Fool Around with me here in the back of my van?" Still smiling she said "Sure". Then she asked "Can I get $5"?
I was laughing inside myself as I knew all I had was a $20 bill in my pocket after the Bar. I told her that I could give her 20 bucks and she was over joyed.

I quickly found an area where the city had a wooded park area right on a side street. We parked where the street lights were dim and we bot climbed into the rear of my van. I had her take off her top and bra to start. She was very pretty, tits were a very FIRM B Cup with pointy nipples. We started kissing deeply as I handled her tits. After a time, I shifted to sucking her nipples and she undid her pants and took off her underwear. I laid her back, spread her legs and got my face in her crotch, Her pubic hair was short and a tight curl. I ate her out as I also twisted her nipples, till she was cumming hard in my mouth.

She then sat up, got her face in my lap and went right to deep sucking my hard dick. It was not long till I blew my load in her mouth and to my surprise, she swallowed ALL. When I finished, she climbed on top of me, taking my still hard cock in her pussy. She sank down onto it taking it full. The cock head hit that special nerve and the blood was filling to a full erection once again. She was super tight and I could feel her cumming as she rode me. It was not long till my second load filled her.

She wiped her pussy off and got her clothes back on. I handed her the $20 and I wished that I really had more to give her. She then told me that she wanted to see me again in a couple of days and that she did not have any boyfriend to fuck around with. She said that she really liked me and wanted to see me ALLOT. She wanted my phone number and she gave me hers. I was 30 at the time and married, so getting a younger Fuck Buddy was not in my current plan. BUT I was SO wishing that I WAS Single as she was 100% the best lay I had ever had.

When I talked to my brother-in-law the next day, he siad "I called your house and your wife said that you cam home later than I said it should have taken you. What happened?" I told him EVERYTHING and he was then pissed that I did not come back to get him some action too. He then asked "what did you tell your wife?" I said that I had to stop to find a toilet to use and not many placing were open. Again he Laughed. He was reminding me how 'Lucky I always was finding ass!'

Confession time….

God I need this so bad. My wife has fantasized about thins and asked me if I would take a piss load in my ass. I am eager to fulfill her fantasy and show her what a faggot she’s turned me into. I want mouth, ass, body pissed on and in, two or three guys would be perfect. Maybe I’ll do other things too because I love drinking a nice smooth hole. 

I can still feel every sequin on this dress brushing against my skin as I relive that night. The silver chainmail fabric was so light yet clingy, the high slits letting cool air kiss my thighs with every step I took through the hotel ballroom. My long wavy hair fell over my bare shoulders, my glasses perched on my nose, and I felt sexy, powerful, and just a little wicked knowing how the deep cowl neckline plunged between my breasts. It was the after-hours party at the business conference — the real networking happened here, under the low lights and pulsing music.I arrived fashionably late, the dress catching every eye as I walked in. “Christine! You look incredible,” a group of marketing execs called out. We dove right into shop talk — potential deals, follow-up campaigns. I handed out my number like candy: “Here, text me those slides tomorrow — . Let’s make this collaboration happen.” They laughed, we clinked glasses, and someone suggested a quick selfie to remember the connection. I held my phone up, smiled big, and snapped one with the whole group. The flash made my dress explode with sparkles. It felt good — professional, flirty, alive.Later I drifted through the crowd and met him. Alex. Tall, broad-shouldered, sharp jawline, dark hair, and that easy, magnetic smile that made my stomach flutter. We clicked instantly — same industry jokes, shared frustrations with conference panels, and then the conversation turned personal. His eyes kept drifting down the shimmering lines of my dress, lingering on the slits that parted with my movements. The chemistry was instant and electric. “You’re dangerous in that dress,” he murmured at one point, and I laughed, feeling heat rise in my cheeks. We took our own selfie together, arms around each other, my head tilted toward his shoulder just a little too close for “just colleagues.” The sequins glittered under the party lights as I held the phone out. God, I looked happy. And a little naughty.As the party thinned out around midnight, Alex offered to walk me back to my room. “Can’t let a woman in a dress like that wander these halls alone,” he teased. My heart was already racing when I said yes. In the elevator the air felt thick. By the time we reached my door I was buzzing. “One glass of wine?” I asked, voice casual but my pulse anything but. He stepped inside.The room was dimly lit by the city skyline glowing through the floor-to-ceiling window — soft gold and white lights from the buildings below, just enough to see each other clearly. I poured two glasses of red from the mini-bar. We stood close, sipping, talking, but the words were fading. His eyes were dark on mine, then on my lips, then lower, tracing the way the silver fabric hugged my breasts and hips. The sexual tension was so thick I could barely breathe. We set our glasses down. He stepped in, our bodies almost touching, my lips parting as his face lowered toward mine…My phone rang. Robert — my husband — lighting up the screen.I held up a finger to Alex, eyes wide with a secret little smile, and mouthed “Shhh.” He nodded, but that mischievous glint in his eyes told me he wasn’t going to behave. I answered, trying to sound perfectly normal. “Hey honey, how’s your night going?”Alex moved behind me while I talked, his big hands settling on my shoulders first. Strong, warm, kneading the tension away. It felt so good I almost sighed into the phone. I didn’t pull away. “Yeah, the panels were great today,” I told you, voice steady even as his palms slid slowly down my back, thumbs tracing my spine through the thin, sparkling dress. The sequins shifted under his touch, cool metal against my heated skin.His hands reached my hips. I kept chatting about the conference, telling you I missed you, all while his fingers gripped the curve of my ass and squeezed — firm, possessive, sending a jolt straight between my legs. I didn’t flinch. I didn’t step away. The thrill of it — talking to my husband while another man’s hands were on me — made my nipples tighten against the sequined fabric.
Then his hands slid around to the front. He cupped my breasts fully, thumbs brushing over my hardening nipples through the dress. A tiny gasp slipped out and I stammered, “Y-yes, everything’s… everything’s fine, the after-party was nice too…” My voice caught for just a second. I could feel how hard he was against my back, how much he wanted me. I walked slowly toward the window, phone still to my ear, the city lights sparkling below like a thousand eyes that couldn’t see what was happening. “I love you, Robert. Goodnight,” I said softly, ending the call and setting the phone down on the windowsill.The second the call disconnected, Alex was on me. His mouth found the side of my neck, hot and open, kissing, sucking, teeth grazing my skin. I tilted my head to give him better access, a soft moan escaping before I could stop it. His fingers hooked the thin chain straps of my dress and pulled them down my shoulders. The shimmering fabric slid down my body like liquid silver — over my breasts, past my waist, over the swell of my hips, and pooled at my ankles in a glittering heap. I stood there in nothing but my heels and a tiny lace thong, the cool air from the window kissing my bare skin, my nipples tight and aching, my body trembling with need.I stepped out of the dress, turned in his arms, and let him pull me against him. The city lights painted us both in soft gold as his hands roamed freely now — no husband on the phone, no pretending. Just raw, hungry desire.