A few months ago my husband and I had decided that it was time to review our finances. Tom had been recommended to us by a friend. He came over to our house one evening to talk to us about our options; he was polite, informative, and very professional.
At first glance, he seamed like a really ordinary guy, but for some reason I found him far from ordinary. To me he possessed an extraordinary sexual energy, he was just so attractive and I couldn’t put my finger on why.
He must have been around 40, about the same age as me. He had a very average build, not the usual tall, slim, toned build I went for. But he did have the most beautiful face, with brown eyes full of expression and wit. He had perfectly shaped lips, which just begged to be kissed and I found him irresistible; it was lust at first sight.
From time to time by husband would leave the room to get some document that Tom needed to see. While he was out of the room, we just kept glancing at each other in the awkward silence, could I detect a glimmer of lust in those deep brown eyes?
Maybe I did, I still had a pretty face, not many lines at all and I had no need to dye my long brown hair; good genes had taken care of that. I was very curvy and my breasts were still as round and full as ever.
The evening ended and it was time for Tom to leave. He shook hands with my husband and then followed me into the hallway to the front door. I opened the door to let him out, he took one step outside, turned around and handed me a card.
“This has my private e-mail address, contact me, I think we could have something to discuss.”
With that he turned and walked down the street to his car, he glanced back and grinned at me. Stunned, I just stood on my door step and stared down at the card he had just handed me.
After a sleepless night, I took the kids to school and got straight onto my computer.
I sent him a brief and succinct message.
‘So nice to have met you last night, what do you suggest we discuss?’
Within only 3 minutes, my inbox ‘pinged’
‘How we might be of benefit to each other.’ He replied.
‘Mutual benefits sounds like a financial term,’ I replied, ‘perhaps we had better meet to discuss it further.’
It shocked me a little that I was being so forward, but by this point I just knew what I wanted and I wasn’t going to start playing silly games.
The sexually charged messages flowed from that point on; all day was spent effectively in sexual foreplay.
It was decided that we were going to meet that very night at a hotel on the edge of town.
We met, as arranged, at the restaurant at the hotel. I was wearing a dress, very unusual for me, and he was wearing a very well cut black suit, crisp white shirt and pink silk tie. We sat down, ordered a glass of wine and noted that the service was particularly slow and since neither of us had much of an appetite; we just ordered a few starters and shared them like Tapas.
The sexual foreplay continued there and then. We sat at a corner table; sitting next to each other on a bench seat that curved around the one side looking out into the restaurant. The table was covered by a large white table cloth which hung down, so the other diners could not see what was going on under the table.
We began by just pressing our knees against each other, a secret signal under the table. I kicked off my shoes and started to run my foot up his leg and his hand began to play under the skirt of my dress. I wore hold up stockings and he soon gained access to my soaking wet panties and he slipped a finger inside.
I reciprocated by slyly rubbing my hand along his thigh. Then after a while I worked my way up and released his very hard manhood. I stroked and played with his cock, all the while, sat in a crowded restaurant looking to everyone else like a normal couple, just chatting and enjoying our meal.
Just as we were finished with the food the waitress came over to see if we were ok.
"Can I get you anything else?" She enquired.
With my hand squeezing his engorged penis, I must have looked like a deer caught in head lights, I could feel myself blushing beetroot red! I let go of him like his rod was burning hot. Tom just very calmly took hold of my hand and placed it back around his even harder cock.
Then without missing a beat, he looked up at the waitress and smiled, "Everything is fine thank you, but...." Then he looked straight at me, wiggled the finder that was inside my quivering pussy and said “Should we have a look at the desert menu?"
"I'm fine, totally full.” I stammered in a hoarse whisper.
After my heart had started beating again, we got up and left the restaurant, nothing more needed to be said, we just got straight into the lift, and headed for the room I had already checked us into.