Have you ever...pretended to be someone else, for the intent of initiating a sexual encounter?
I was at a company Christmas party in 1990, standing in a small group of guys, which included a fellow who I'd been schmoozing and trying to get to know well enough that he'd interview and eventually hire me into his data com department.
We five were drinking corporate refreshments and the shindig was into its second hour when a DJ started playing tunes. My future boss had left the little group to run to the liquor bar for some drinks for himself and a few of the rest of us, when this stunning brunette Lebanese woman walked up beside me, rubbed her huge, firm tits into my left arm and flashed a gorgeous and wicked grin into my surprised yet delighted face and she mouthed something I couldn't quite hear, because of the MC Hammer tune.
She wasn't but about 5' tall so I had to lean down closer and asked, "Pardon me, would you repeat that?"
The first Iraq War was just about to go ballistic a month later with the air campaign, but there were several hundred thousand troops from many nations, already stationed in the Gulf. So this woman stood out like a sore thumb and had several people wondering what nationality she actually was. I just saw a banging body and gorgeous face. And perhaps I saw an opportunity, as well?
She asked, "Are you Artemis?"
Her dialect was proper British. I couldn't tell from where, but she was not from America. Canada, maybe? She worked as one of the admins in the legal department of our firm.
She had been told that my future boss Art, was in this group of suit clad men, and that he was the tall, tanned one with the olive jacket on. I was wearing a coat of similar shade as he was and being a bit liquored up, I decided to have some fun and agreed that I was indeed Artemis. Merely to play around a bit, mind you.
She reached under my coat and grabbed my ass and then said, "I have heard that you like to fuck all night long." The last four words being bitten from her lips, as if each were a separate statement.
I was tempted to lick her eyeball and grab myself a handful of ass; instead, I clasped her free hand and she and I briskly left the hotel ballroom. I stopped at the front desk and obtained us a room about nine floors up and we indeed, fucked.All.Night.Long.
She insisted for over an hour that I could take her ass and mouth but could not split her legs, as she was still a virgin. After some thought, I wasn't going to beg nor plead, but I would lie (some more) I promised to eat her pussy if she'd let me fuck her, first.
I reneged on cunnilingus, but she was the tightest woman I'd had ever experienced at that point in my life. And she and I definitely enjoyed the rest of that evening and morning. I don't know if I took her cherry that night, because by the point we did go that route, it didn't take very much lying/coaxing to get there.
I awoke around 7am after a few hours napping, with more than a bit of a hangover...and she was gone from the room, but she had printed a phone number on the bathroom mirror, in lipstick.
I saw her four days later, as she stepped upon an elevator with me and Art, as he and I were on our way out of the building to go to lunch.
Art and I were and are, about the same age, same height and same proclivities. I am caucasian, Artemis is high-yellow, as he puts it. We don't look a thing, alike. He's a bit more handsome than I with a natural tan.
She leered at me, while she stood with her fine, tiny ass in the front right corner, as the cab started down the final six flights to the lobby, and was licking her lips seductively again. My dick sprung immediately to attention (Art later mentioned that his schlong did also), as I returned her gaze and grin...my hands jammed into the pockets of my slacks. My left hand's fingers adjusting my stiffened cock, so I wouldn't be tenting for any possible Director or VP, to notice.
Upon reaching the lobby, the doors opened, and she walked out and stopped a few feet into the lobby, just as Art and I were exiting behind her; she turned and purred, "The pleasure was all mine the other night Artemis, I do hope to hear from you soon." Again, with the perfect English.
She licked her lips again, batted her exotic chestnut eyes and then continued to sashay onward in front of us, her sleek, black hair cascading down her back. Other elevators were emptying people into the lobby as Art and I just stood back and watched her saunter off, admiring the view. She owned the perfect little ass. I breathed a slow, "Whoaaaa."
He said, "I must have been really corked up that night, as I don't remember her at all, and you know I would have."
I told him 10 minutes later over lunch, the rest of the story. He got a big kick out of it. A few evenings later I spotted him squiring her around downtown after work on a Friday night. Art had approached her and squared the story up with her.
He spent about a month engaged in increasingly adventurous sex play with Zaina. Turns out she was wanting a job from him, too. No qualifications aside from some excellent kegeled control, a lust for ass play/rim jobs and a surprising ability to make her teeth seemingly disappear while performing orally.
Several months later, he hired me. She was hosing and gold-digging some other vice-president of a different division, by that time.
Constant Gardener
The same GQP demanding we move on from January 6th, 2021 is still doing audits of the November 3rd, 2020 election.
