It was Friday, another long week had finally come to an end. It was also, St. Patrick's Day weekend. My husband and I had plans to meet at a local tavern after work, along with our co-workers, to start the weekend.
We work together, but as attorneys, we don't get the luxury of always being in the same building. Today, had been no diffrent, John got to spend the day in the office, I had been out working with women at a shelter, and than in court. We were okay with that.
We decided to role play that night. I was to arrive a bit before him, and he would walk in trying to get a date, or sex, mainly sex.
I am a cultural mutt, but my main cultures were German, Hungarian, and Irish. I had learned to dance to many Irish songs, and was a good tap dancer. My co-workers knew this about me, and wasted no time getting me on that dance floor. A couple of traditional Irish songs came on, and the music would switch to a more traditional club song.
We had danced at least five dances, and on our second drink by the time John walked in. He came with another group of colleagues, and scanned the room. A good colleague of ours who knew what was going on, Matt, came over and lead me to the dance floor. Matt and I were on the dance floor when John caught up to us. He asked to cut in, and Matt allowed.
We finished our dance, and headed back to the bar for a drink. We sat down and talked over drinks. It was the generic, "What's your name? Where are you from?"
After another drink, and relearning everything to know about the other, we headed to the dance floor. A sexy little number was playing, and we danced and grinded each other while it played.
After a few more songs, and my fourth or fifth drink, I was ready to go. He knew my motto, and asked, "Can I take you home?"
I smiled at him admiring, and I agreed that I would love him to take me home.
We stepped outside into the cold night air, and he showed me to his car. He rubbed my thighs as he drove down the streets. His hands wandered up my skirt, his fingers rubbed my clit through my panties. I removed his hand.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me."
I shook my head. I unzipped his pants, and pulled his cock out. I stroked it a couple times before taking it into my mouth. He stroked my red hair back with his large right hand, keeping the left on the wheel.
We arrived at our apartment within ten minutes, and he quickly found a parking spot in the garage.
I continued sucking on his large cock until he came. I kissed him as he refastened his pants.
"Thank you for the ride home. How about you come upstairs to my place?"
He kissed me back before responding, "I would love to come upstairs."
We walked through the parking garage, walking further up to avoid the front entrance and doorman.
Once in the building, we quickly darted for the elevator. We lived on the twenty-second floor, and had a long elevator ride up. He pushed me against the wall and kissed me. I kissed him back until the elevator came to a stop.
We exited the elevator, and I lead him down the hall to our apartment.
"Well this is is!"
I put the key in, and opened the door.
"Welcome to my place, make yourself comfortable.