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Sitting there in the conference room, bored by another mid-level manager trying to impress everyone with his thinly veiled, self-aggrandizing remarks, my mind drifted back to this past weekend. Sheila, my 37 year-old girlfriend, had called me from her office early Friday morning suggesting that we make a long weekend of it. She suggested that we cut out from work early and drive down to Biloxi for a long, fun-filled weekend, calling in sick on Monday. Being newly divorced and having an acute case of ?cabin fever,? I had enthusiastically agreed to her offer, knowing full well what my nymph friend had in mind. In the short time that I had lived in West Tennessee, Sheila and I had quickly become more than just friends. Sheila had become an inseparable companion as well as a passionate and totally uninhibited lover. Sheila and I had met at a Chamber of Commerce social shortly after my arriving in my new city. One could not help but notice Sheila. She most definitely stood out in a crowd. At 5-feet 8-inches and 135 pounds, her shoulder-length blonde hair perfectly accentuated her beautifully shaped figure. Hidden beneath her always tasteful attire, Sheila possessed a truly beautiful set of 34 C breasts. With Sheila, one never knew if she had on panties or not as she loved to often go commando when out in public. Sheila loved to tantalize those of us who knew of her dressing habits. My dear friend knew that she had a treasure beneath whatever material she may have hiding her*lovely manicured*pussy. It just depended on how hard she wanted select people to work for it. Sheila?s dazzling, bright blue eyes were captivating in their own right, while her smile was both sensuous and alluring. Sheila radiated sex. It did not matter if she was dressed in a pair of old, tight-fitting jeans or dressed as she was when I first met her, in a sparkling white dress. Sheila always dressed with a purpose. Like the night of the Chamber social, Sheila had carefully selected a dress that would tastefully show off her tight, perfectly shaped ass. Sheila knew how to appeal to her many admirers. The night of the Chamber social, I could not help myself. I just simply had to meet this incredibly beautiful woman. So, mustering my courage, I took my drink in hand and, excusing myself from the ladies about me, I slowly walked over towards Sheila. Politely, yet purposely avoiding other conversations, my eyes and my mind were riveted on Sheila?s radiant beauty. Sheila was surrounded by a handful of ogling men, many of whom, I'm sure, simply wanted to fuck her. I moved so as to place myself a few feet away from Sheila, directly in front of her line bahis siteleri of sight. I stood there, sipping my wine, transfixed by this delightful woman?s elegance. Observing Sheila and admiring her charm and grace, I watched her play the men about her like a concert pianist at a recital. I could feel that tell-tale tickle in my pussy as I began to get moist while watching her tease and tantalize the men*surrounding her. I could readily see that Sheila knew how to play to a male audience. As I watched her, sipping my wine slowly, I caught Sheila's eye. Our eyes latched onto each others, neither of us blinking for an instant. Almost instantly, Sheila smiled at me as I smiled back at her. As I stood there, now very aware of my own presence and feeling a bit insecure, I wondered about my dress. How did my hair look? "Oh," I thought, "I should have taken more time to freshen up after work. Why didn't I go home first and put on another outfit?" A million doubts suddenly began to flood my mind as I stood there, poignantly aware of my many short-comings. Then, what happened next, caught me totally off guard. Excusing herself, leaving the men surrounding her, Sheila walked directly over to me, extending her hand and said, "Hi. I'm Sheila Marshall. You're new here aren't you?" Startled at her directness, my throat suddenly became dry with excited anticipation, Swallowing quickly I somehow managed to stammer, "Ye,Ye, Yes, I am new here. I just moved here from North Carolina,? I said as we shook hands. Seeing my name tag, Sheila responded, "I see you're with the Anderson and Klipstein Company. How nice. I know your CEO very well. You folks bank with us." As we chatted away, I quickly learned that Sheila was a vice-president with one of the large banking corporations in the state and headed up their regional Marketing Department here. While visiting with Sheila, I was amazed and how quickly she made me feel totally at ease and comfortable. It was like talking to an old friend that you had known for many, many years and not someone whom you had just met. She was an excellent communicator and it was evident, just by the manner in which she carried and conducted herself, that Sheila was highly successful at what she did. As the evening progressed, it became readily evident that Sheila was not only very well known within the group, but also very popular. Sheila had invited me to sit with her at her table during our dinner. That night, at that gathering, Sheila and I began what has since become both a very good as well as very sexual relationship. As we drove to Biloxi in Sheila's new, sporty, metallic blue BMW, I could not canlı bahis siteleri help, but again admire Sheila's long, lovely legs. Sitting there in the driver's seat, wearing a rather short, dark blue skirt, I was sure that Sheila was purposely exposing a generous amount of thigh for my benefit. As I admired her lovely thighs, I wondered if she was wearing panties today. Knowing she either had on a skimpy thong or no panties at all and seeing her full breasts pressed against the thin fabric of her blouse, I could only think of how good her pussy had tasted before. Like me, on an earlier occasion I had found out that Sheila also shared my own passion for sucking titty. Sheila?s fetish for other women?s breasts was at least equal to my own and mine is very keen. As we drove south on the interstate, I couldn't help but run my fingers over Sheila?s lovely right leg, lightly tracing her inner thigh with my fingers. "You'd better stop that,? Sheila said with an approving smile on her face. "Or, I'm going to pull off this road and eat that hot cunt of yours, Chrissy,? Sheila exclaimed lovingly. With that, I shifted in my seat and with my right hand, smiled and slipped my fingers up inside her short skirt, feeling the outer edge of her thong as I did so. Lightly tracing the outline of her slit with my fingernail, I purposely teased Sheila?s pussy and clit. Smiling at me, Sheila responded, "You love my pussy don't you, bitch?" To which I simply nodded. As I gazed down, I saw Sheila purposely*spreading her legs a bit wider as we sped down the interstate, allowing me full access to her sweet treasure. ?You know I love the taste of your pussy, Sheila,? I said as I slipped a finger under the elastic of her thong and felt her already moist pussy dampening the thin material. ?And, I want to suck on those beautiful breasts of yours too, my love.? I said, unashamedly. ?Oh fuck, Chrissy!? Sheila happily exclaimed as I slipped a finger up inside her wet pussy, feeling her pussy juices coating my finger. ?Ever since we met at that Chamber dinner, I can?t ever seem to get enough of you. But, you already know that too, don?t you Shiela,? I said. Smiling over at me, Sheila responded saying, ?Yes, my love, and you know I feel the same about you too. It?s like it was a spark, a flame that all of a sudden ignited when we first laid eyes on each other. I knew right away that you were the woman I?d always been looking for.? Smiling at Sheila, I started to lightly circle her pouting clit, my finger now being generously coated by her ever-moistening kitty. ?I know you love this, Sheila. Just keep your hands on the wheel and the car canlı bahis between the lines and I?m going to get you nice and wet,? I said. ?You can be such a fucking cunt, Chrissy,? Sheila said laughingly. ?You get me so damn wet when you tease me like this.? ?You?re just lucky I don?t reach over and grab hold of your tits and pull them out and suck them while I finger you, Sheila,? I said. ?You know how much I love to suck on those sweet titties of yours.? ?You?d love for me to let you do that too, wouldn't you, you sweet slut? Sheila said, laughingly. ?Want me to unbutton your blouse and unsnap your bra for you now then?? I coyly asked. ?Holy fuck, Chrissy. You?re are completely incorrigible!? Sheila exclaimed. ?You know you love it when I suck your tits, Sheila. You?re as much of a slut for titty as I am,? I said as I gently reached over and massaged Sheila?s right breast thru the fabric of her blouse. With that Sheila suddenly swerved the BMW to the right, barely catching the off ramp in time. Down-shifting rapidly, Sheila applied the brakes hard as we hurtled toward a stop sign. Glancing quickly to the left and right, Sheila spun out onto the road, sharply veering to the right as we raced down the highway. ?What the hell are you doing?? I exclaimed. ?I?m going to fuck you, Chrissy. Fuck Biloxi, we?re getting a motel room right now,? exclaimed Sheila. With that Sheila spotted a Motel 6 about a half mile down the road and said, ?It ain?t the Ritz, but I want that hot cunt of yours, bitch. I?m going to make you beg for this wet pussy of mine.? With that we pulled into the motel entrance. Slamming on the brakes, nearly throwing me into the windshield, Sheila got out of the car and hurried into the motel lobby to get us a room. Sitting there, anxiously waiting for Sheila to come back, I saw it was only two-o?clock in the afternoon and that we had gone no more than 50 miles from home. Biloxi was still a long ways away. With my pussy now nice and moist, I had mixed emotions about stopping as I sorely wanted to escape the cold wintry air of Tennessee and lay on the beach. But, my pussy told me this was going to be a much needed respite from a week of sexual celibacy, an affliction I intently disliked. Especially when I was around Sheila. As I laid there on the bed, dressed in just my pink, full-cut bikini panties, I waited anxiously, lusting for Sheila?s lovely essence to emerge from the bathroom. Standing there in the doorway, attired in a matching white lace bra, white garter, white panties, white thigh hi?s and white heels, Sheila looked like a Goddess. Sheila?s full breasts, overflowing inside her lovely bra, seemingly begged for the attention of my hungry lips and tongue. Her perfectly formed hips and ass, stretched her expensive panties. As I laid there admiring Sheila?s breath-taking beauty, I felt my own pussy beginning to rapidly moisten.