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Happy HourMen and women both have said they were intimidated by me. Actually, they were concerned, anxious with what I consider to be a very striking appearance, and, the clothes I wear to spotlight that look. Men always take a second glance. In heels, I?m nearly 5-10, with long brown hair which d****s to my bosom, an ample chest which is accentuated by a slender waist and long legs. I favor tight dresses which expose cleavage and thigh and focus on my hourglass silhouette. I don?t need a Wonder bra to capture attention. I first met Rick within a week of his joining the company. We politely introduced ourselves following a marketing presentation in the company?s main conference room. Later that afternoon in the cafeteria, we met again over soft drinks. ?Is there a popular after-work watering hole nearby,? he asked me, embarrassingly glancing obviously at my breasts. ?You may know I?m new to town.? Not one to flush, I answered, ?Flanigan?s, a sports bar, is a favorite, about a block away, but I prefer a smaller, quieter pub. It?s a little further away, but near my apartment.? We found ourselves making arrangements to meet there at the end of the work day.. ?I?m between relationships,? I offered, not long after we were seated and served our cocktails, ice-cold fashionable gin martinis with a hint of cognac. ?You seem get a lot of attention at work,? Rick said. ?I don?t mean to speak out of school or cause offense, but you?re very attractive.? ?No offense taken. Thank you. Although I?ve found that the men there shrink away from me somewhat. I like to think I?ve got the professional smarts and the looks. Many men retreat from women like myself.? ?And, women, I sense are frightened of you,? he said. ?Your looks. The way you dress.? ?I am offended when people think I?m some sort of tease. I work hard to stay fit. I?m proud of the results,? I said, and my breasts slightly uplifted with each breath. ?Others, even yourself, dress to complement their appearance.? ?Look,? I continued. ?You could wear traditional fitting suits and loose shirts, antakya rus escort but you choose European tailoring and contemporary fabrics which highlight your broad shoulders and narrow waist. Is that vanity or confidence?? Rick squirmed, perhaps finding my comment somewhat arousing. Below his belt, he stirred, quickly sitting up straight and re-crossing his legs. His movements didn?t escape my look. I smiled. He blushed. By now we were both feeling a chemistry, or it was the gin. I broke the sensually tense silence. ?We both have to eat,? I offered. ?Why don?t we pick up some groceries and put something together at my place? It?s not far.? The next hour was incredibly fun, and stimulating. Shopping, cooking, dining. We adjourned from my kitchenette to a sitting area in the living room. ?Don?t you think it?s time you at least loosen your tie,? I said before I sat down. As his hand moved to his neck, my hands moved to his belt buckle. The stirring I?d noticed earlier compounded. ?Barbara,? he gasped, and paused. We reached to each other and groped. I palmed his groin and rubbed north to south and he fingered my breasts through the top of the two piece black dress. As he worked my buttons, I un-hitched his belt. In moments he had my top and bra off and I heard him take a large breath. My firm mounds are spotted with silver dollar sized pink areola, and, at the centers my nipples grew hard in his fingertips. I knew I?d soon ache from the tautness. Rick?s pants were at his feet and his briefs at his knees, as his erection whipped against his naval. I had to laugh quietly as I glanced at his over-the calf business socks. ?You should get comfortable,? I directed. He discarded his tie, shirt and socks and pushed the remaining uniform away from us. I removed the bottom of my dress, revealing only a black silk thong bikini, which separated my pearly white cheeks. I pushed Rick gently but firmly to the sofa and kneeled between his spread legs. With one hand I held his hard penis and with the antakya rus escort bayan other I cradled his warm scrotum. Almost clinically, I fondled and examined his genitals. He was clean, circumcised and rigid. ?I just like to know what I?m getting in for,? I k**ded. ?Or, what?s getting into me,? I laughed. I moved my lips and kissed the underside of his cockhead. His rod stiffened further and jerked against his stomach. I grasped the base with both hands and took it fully in my mouth. I slobbered it with saliva and moved my head from side to side and around and around. My breasts glanced against Rick?s waist and the movement and touch hardened my nipples. After minutes of pistonlike cocksucking, I could feel his legs tense. ?Relax,? I told him. ?We have all night. Come if you have to.? ?I believe I will,? he replied. I continued the blow job and Rick d****d his legs easily over the sofa cushions, sighing. Removing my mouth from his cock, I kept one hand at the base and wrapped the other around the shaft. With that hand I twisted and turned his slick member up and down and over and around, masturbating him until the pleasure was released and the come spent to his belly, dripping to his hips. I held his penis like a hose, a frozen hose. Rick wasn?t too surprised to find wetness on my silk thong when he reached between my legs. I grabbed a handful of tissues from an end table and passed them to him. He wiped the jism off himself with one hand while keeping the other kneading my pussy. I joined him on the sofa without breaking the union of his hand and my honeypot. He slipped off my thong. My trim brown bush was slick with a hot wetness which never seemed to end As I reclined, Rick jostled for a better position and his mouth traded places with his hand. His tongue found my swollen clitoris with little trouble and pressed it against his upper lip. Once in that grasp, he moved to and fro, with his blue eyes fixed on my face. We developed a rhythm to the cunnilingus which easily resembled rus escort antakya frenetic fucking. So much so, that his lower body bucked as he sucked. His cock, never soft, had renewed hardness and slapped against him as he moved. I bucked as well, meeting Rick?s lips, tongue and chin with my slippery mound and clit. Holding my breasts at their nipples, I groaned and grinded, coming with a subdued force, ultimately cradling Rick?s face at my pussy. We moved to a face to face position on the floor and kissed long and hard on the lips, then with tongues exploring open mouths. Our hands simultaneously and reciprocally each held a nipple and damp genitals. I moved my hand from his nipple, which had stiffened, to his cock, which continued to do the same, now that it had the attention of both of my hands. Bringing my mouth to his chest, I alternately sucked on each of his stiff little tits. Rick motioned and I drew back, proudly offering him my tits to do the same. He buried himself in my breasts and sucked from one to the other until I worried he would lick the nipples raw. Our lust was rising again to a new level as we anticipated intercourse. ?Sit on me,? he said as he placed his hands on each of my legs. With one fluid movement I lifted my haunches and moved forward, our sex meeting and sliding effortlessly together as one. Fluid we were, as we began our face to face rocking. With every other thrust, I?d raise myself slightly higher than our last movement and push with authority against his hard cock.. Rick would meet my thrust with similar force. Twice, in our excitement, his rod slipped from my slick chamber, only to easily enter once again on the next plunge. My globes jiggled on the recoil and I sensed Rick?s excitement as he watched the movement. As the thrusts intensified, instinct prompted the two of us to lean backward, arching our backs and applying more and more pressure and pleasure to my clit and vulva. My vaginal muscles gripped his penis as our contact became deeper and more rapid. We were hot, sweaty and sensed impending satisfaction as we drew each other closer. We grabbed buttocks and grinded cunt to cock until we reached near mutual explosion. His come leaked amidst the wetness of my pussy and we hugged in the throes of release. Neither of us are between relationships now. And, our sex is as comfortable and exciting as the first time.