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Creampie Conference
-------------------

I was at a conference in Washington DC this week.  As
an industry luminary, I felt I had to attend the
"Transit Caucus" reception and mixer.  I find transit
to be dreadfully boring, but I went because I would be
missed.  The reception was as dreadfully boring as I
thought it would be.  People who find transit issues
exciting are dull people themselves, most usually near
retirement, and even more usually quite ugly.

There was one attractive lady though.  She had a quite
tailored look, which I like, and was probably my own
age. She was wearing a nice deep red suit dress, with
a red jacket over a white button-up blouse.  For
amusement, I promised myself that if I were ever near
her I would make up some lie and flirt a little.  I am
a pretty good talker, but I hate mixers, so this was a
stretch for me.

After eating a few greasy finger-sized eggrolls and
chicken fingers, I set my plate down on a service
tray.  When I stood up, the tailored woman was right
in front of me, facing mostly away.  Well, those who
read my stories know that I have a "particular
fascination" with bobbed hair, and this woman had a
very nice bob.  She must have had it cut right before
the conference.  So, I drooled internally for a
moment, then remembered my self-promise.

"Excuse me," I said to her, "don't I know you?"  I
knew full well that I didn't, but this is a decent
opening line when at a transit caucus mixer.

She turned to me, her face flushed with pleasure.  "Oh
God, I was afraid you didn't recognize me."

Shit!  We did know each other somehow!  Not only that,
but she remembered our previous encounter with some
happiness.  Just when I should have been thinking as
efficiently as possible, my mind turned to mush.  On
top of her other attractive qualities, she had crystal
blue eyes framed by perfect bangs.  That accounted for
much of the mushmindeness I had, but I was also
confused because it seemed I wasn't lying when I
thought I was.

"You know, I am horrible at names, but I remember
faces," I said, holding out my hand to shake hers. 
"Remind me where we met?"

"C'mon Clem," she teased, "you can remember, can't
you?"

"Was it that conference in Copenhagen?" I postulated. 
She shook her head, no.  "Was it that Detroit
project?"

Seeing I was truly lost, she let me off the hook.  "No
no no.  I'm Sandy, and we used to work together at
VMS."

Huh?  I had worked at VMS, but that was my first job,
ages ago.  There had been few women at the company,
beyond receptionists and secretaries.  Surely she had
been more.  Suddenly, I recalled a Sandy, who was a
beat-nik pedestrian advocate.  She had been
anti-style, not quite ugly and had potential.  She had
been the only person in the office to wear sandals
when not working.

"Sandy Curtis?" I queried, finally remembering her
last name.

"Yep, that's me," she said, smiling very prettily.

"Jesus, you look great," I blurted out.  At that, she
flushed a nice pink color.  "I'm sorry," I said
quickly, "one should not notice such things in a
professional relationship."  I could play the PC card.

"Screw that," she laughed, "I appreciate the
compliment."

Knowing an opportunity when I see one, I suggested we
get out of the reception and go to the hotel bar
instead.  "These drink prices are killers," I said.

"That's a great idea," she answered.  She linked her
arm with me, startling the hell out of me.  She led me
out of the caucus reception, and I know I was the envy
of the 75 boring old guys left behind.  "You know, I
bought a six-pack this afternoon, and left it on the
ledge in my room.  Maybe we should go there and drink
it before it freezes?"

She was inviting me to her room?  "You are a great
thinker," I told her.

We walked, arm in arm until we got to her room. 
Despite the very tailored, boner-creating look she
had, she was still a bit counter-culture deep down. 
When we got to her room, she went to the window and
opened it.  There, on the window ledge, were six
bottles, just as she had said.  Since it was going to
be a record breaking cold in DC, drinking them seemed
prudent rather than letting them explode as a beer
slush.

We spent the first beer just catching up on what we
had been doing since we left VMS.  I learned she had
been briefly married, but that it had been dissolved
without children.

"Ready for another?" she asked, getting two more beers
without waiting for my response.

"Sure," I said, covertly admiring her form as she
leaned out to get the beers.

She turned back to me, and deftly opened the beer,
saying "You know, I had a crush on you way back then,"
and handing me the beer.

"Really?" I said, amazed.  "How come I didn't know
this?" I asked.

"You must have been the only one who didn't," she
said, smiling shyly.  "The other guys teased me behind
your back."

"Really?" I said again.  "I never knew."

"I tried to hide it from you," she said, swigging the
beer.  I remembered something then about her: she was
a lightweight drinker.  We liked her in part because
she got drunk and silly quickly.  "You were engaged
and I wasn't about to come between you and Perra."

"I appreciate that," I lied.  I wished then that she
had broken up my engagement.  Hindsight is 20/20, I
reflected.

"So how are you two now?" she asked, pointedly.  I
hadn't talked about Perra up to then, because I find I
become abusive and somber.  My marriage is not a happy
one; not bad but not happy.  It was probably like most
marriages.  Our marriage had the additional stress of
Perra being a sex-avoiding bitch.  I told Sandy that,
but probably in a kinder, gentler way.

She finished her beer (much quicker than me!) and
remarked that she was sorry to hear I was unhappy.  I
felt like I had to chug mine so that she wouldn't feel
self-conscious, so I did.  Then I offered to get the
last beers.

To lighten the mood, I said, "Did I mention that you
look terrific?"

"Hmmmm, yes you did," she smiled.

"I'm sure you have plenty of boyfriends," I said,
twisting off the top of her beer and handing it to
her.

"No one special," she said, drinking half the beer in
a gulp.  "I work too much, and I don't want to shit in
my own backyard."

I guffawed at the quaint phrase.  "Nice potty mouth,"
I laughed.

"I'm sorry, you fucking prude," she laughed.  It
seemed that Sandy got a bit ribald when she got tipsy.
 She was well on her way to tipsy, I could tell.

"No, I mean it," I said.  "That's a great expression."

"Jesus, you are such a fuckin' brown-noser," she
giggled.  "I really liked you," she sighed, giving
every sign that she was wistful.

"Well, I am sorry I didn't know about it when I could
do something about it," I stated flatly.  I looked at
her and somehow our eyes locked.  It was one of those
heavy moments you see in foreign films, when you just
know something could happen.  In my old age, though, I
know the difference between could and would, and
waited for the moment to pass.  Thing is, the moment
just didn't pass.  I could hear my heart beating in my
ears, and I got that strange rush of adrenaline and
male hormones familiar to adolescent men.  I hadn't
felt it in a long long time.

"You know," she said suddenly, "I am about done with
my beer.  Wanna go down the street and get some more? 
I think the market closes soon-ish."  Happy for the
return of some sanity, I told her that sounded like a
good idea.  Very fiscally responsible, and all that. 
"Cool.  Let me change out of these awful shoes and
lets go."

This remarkable woman then did a remarkable thing.  I
expected her feet were hurting and she wanted to get
out her heels into flats.  Instead, she pulled out a
pair of even higher pumps, with ankle buckles.  "Would
you buckle these for me?" she asked, "I'm feeling a
little too unstable to bend over and buckle them."

Puzzled, I agreed and knelt to one knee to buckle her
shoes.  "These are pretty great shoes," I remarked. 
 From my vantage point, I could see she had really nice
legs too.

"Yeah they are," she said.  "I love to wear them on
the street and watch men turn to look at me."

"Really?" I asked.  It was unusual (for me) to hear a
woman admit it.

"Yeah, and I am feeling kinda naughty right now," she
smiled.  I stood.

"Really?" I muttered, trying to ignore the return of
my heart pounding in my ears.  Sandy seemed to be
outrageously flirtatious.

"C'mon,": she said, ignoring my look.  She picked up
her coat, a beautiful crimson color pea jacket, and I
put on my jacket.  Then, she linked arms with me again
and led us out of her room.  As we walked, I could
feel her strutting a little next to me.  I found
myself wanting her intensely.

Out on the street, she leaned into me, as if seeking
warmth.  It was very cold, with a nasty north wind
blowing.  With her shoes on, she was just a few inches
shorter than me.  The wind whipped up her bobbed hair,
flying it across my face from time to time.  It seemed
to me like we were a couple, and I really liked the
feeling.

At the store, I bought a six pack of the same beer we
had been drinking.  Sandy took the opportunity to
tease the clerk behind the counter, bending over to
look at stuff on the lower shelves.  She did have a
pair of fine legs.  I caught the clerk ogling her, and
when he saw I noticed, he blushed.

Back on the street, she asked "How come you never
looked at me?"

"What do you mean?" I replied.

"I mean, the other guys flirted with me, but not you. 
How come?"

"I noticed you," I said, "but my first day on the job
we had the 'sensitivity training.'  I was scared to be
too obvious, and by the time I was over that we were
friends.  I didn't want to mess up a working
relationship."

"Well, rats," she pouted.  "You had such a sexy sense
of humor.  We could have had fun!"

"Yeah, probably," I agreed.

"Hey, can I have a beer?" she asked, midway back to
the hotel..

"Geeze, you aren't supposed to drink on the street," I
pointed out.

"Fuckin' sissy," she said, punching my shoulder. 
"Gimme a fuckin' beer."  I did as she asked, opening
it and watching as she chugged the whole damn thing. 
What happened to the light weight girl I knew?  She
seemed like a pro drinker now.  She tipped the empty
bottle up, as if hoping the last drop would drip. 
Then, to my disbelief, she slid the neck of the bottle
into her mouth, as if giving it a BJ.  She pulled it
out and smiled at me.  "We could have had fun:" she
repeated.

Resuming our walk back to the hotel, I stewed about
what to do.  She was sending me outrageous signals,
but the last thing a married guy wants to do is
misread a colleague.  She was my friend too, and I
wanted to keep in touch with her.  A misread signal
could bollix the whole thing.

"Let's go to your room this time," she suggested in
the elevator.  I agreed, and then she turned to face
me.  She put her arms around my waist and looked up at
me.  Her blue eyes were big and earnest under her
bangs.  "So, married man, do you ever kiss other
women?"

Well, I have, and not infrequently.  I have a friend
in Dallas that I kiss quite often.  I have another
friend, a former secretary, that I have done more than
kiss.  But Sandy was different.  I didn't know if she
were just drunk or flirting, or what.  I decided to
play it safe, one last time.

"You keep flirting," I warned, "and you'll get in
trouble."

"Who's flirting?" she asked, reaching up to pull my
head down to hers.  Her lips were soft and inviting,
pressing against mine.  They parted, and her tongue
flicked into my mouth, teasing mine to come out and
play.  I felt my face flush with pleasure and
excitement, for Sandy was a good kisser.

Too soon, we reached my floor and the door opened.  I
broke the kiss, wanting to retain some decorum in case
other colleagues were present.  That was a good
decision, because Dr. Malek, an old professor of mine
from university days was there.  Sandy and I came out
of the elevator, feigning nonchalance.  Dr. Malek
seemed to recognize right away what was happening, so
he kept the chit-chat short and didn't wait for me to
introduce Sandy.  We made a date for the next day to
have lunch, where we would catch up fully, then he got
on the elevator.  I linked Sandy's arm this time, and
led her to my room.

Sandy and I both resumed the kissing, each seeking to
devour the other.  Moments of passion like these were
too few in my life, and Sandy seemed equally eager. 
Somehow we made it to the couch and fell onto it,
Sandy on top of me.  This was good ol' necking, in the
position I liked best.  Sandy pressed her face onto
mine, "forcing" me to kiss her.  I like aggressive
women, and Sandy was certainly that!

Eventually, she rolled off me onto the floor, then sat
up.  "God, I need a beer," she huffed.  She ran her
hand over her bangs, getting the hair out of her eyes,
then tucked her hair behind her ears.  She looked
irresistibly cute.

"You look so damn cute," I fawned.  I knew I sounded
like a teen, but what could I do?  She was all I
wanted in a woman right then.

"Am I?" she smiled.  "Want a beer?"  She was perfect!

"Yeah, but let me get it," I said.  I wanted the
chance for her to forget my compliment, because I
suddenly felt awkward.  It is one thing to have sex
for the sake of sex, or to satisfy my lusts.  I was
feeling very attracted to her, though, and that made
me uncomfortable.  Attraction led to romance, and
romance to problems.  I didn't need more problems than
I already had: I did have a wife after all, and that
was a big enough problem on its own.

I opened two beers, and set the other three on the
outside window ledge.  I brought Sandy her beer, and
she took it from me and took a big swig.

"So you think I'm cute, huh?" she smiled.  It was
clear that she liked that I found her cute.

"Hell yeah," I said, sliding down onto the floor next
to her.  I put my arm around her neck, and pulled her
into another kiss.

"I hope you think I'm cute when you see me naked," she
said presently while I drank a gulp of beer.

"Mmmmmm, and when would that be?" I leered at her.

She rolled around again, sitting on my lap facing me. 
I was aware my bulge was between her legs, and it
seemed she was too.  "Whenever you say so," she said,
leaning into me again and giving me a very wet kiss. 
Then she looked expectantly at me with those pretty
blue eyes of hers from under those bangs.

"Yer so fuckin' cute," I said, realizing how drunk I
must have sounded.

"You are too," she smiled.

"I mean it," I said, thinking she couldn't be telling
the truth.  My wife had spent a long time making me
feel undesirable.

"I do too," she said, quietly.  Her eyes were very
intense, and I knew we were at a point where not
having sex would be harder than having it.

I chugged the last of my beer, and set the bottle
down.  I looked back up at her, and used my fingers to
hook her hair behind her ears.  Locking eyes with her,
I pulled her into another kiss, and this one was slow
but exceedingly deep.  We both yielded then to the
moment, and it was very, very nice kiss as a result.

"You are a great kisser," she sighed.

"You are too," I sighed.

There was a significant pause, as we understood it was
time to fish or cut bait.  Rather than say anything, I
helped her off my lap, stood, and helped her stand. 
Then I slowly began to undress her.  She was still
wearing her fashionable red suitdress with a white
blouse, and I took my time removing her jacket, skirt,
and blouse, so that she was standing in bra, panties,
and hose.  She was luscious, and I could have spent a
long time just staring at her, but she wanted to get
on with it.  She began to remove my clothes, which was
a new and marvelous experience for me.

Soon, I was down to only my underpants, and she knelt
and began to mouth my hard on through my shorts. Sandy
soon had me moaning.  It wasn't just the sensation of
it, but it was the realization that she was so sexual,
and the possibilities that entailed.

"Careful," I good naturedly warned, "you'll make me
cream my undies."

She looked up at me, with a big grin on her face.  "We
can't have that, can we?" she giggled.  I thought she
would back off, but she just pulled down my shorts and
swallowed my cock.  I gasped at the heat and wetness
of her mouth.  Getting a blowjob was rare for me,
since my wife abhorred the idea of doing it.  I had no
idea if Sandy was the world's best or what, but I rose
quickly towards orgasm.  Nearly involuntarily, I
reached down and stroked her wonderful bobbed hair,
shuddering at the straight silky feeling of it.  I
felt my balls tighten, and let go, knowing I was just
getting myself to orgasm even quicker.

"Keep stroking my hair," Sandy said, looking up at me
with a spit strand between her lips and my cock, "it
feels really good."

"I'll come faster," I groaned, ashamed of myself for
saying it.  My wife always mocked me when I mentioned
my hair fetish.  Saying anything about it always gave
me a feeling that I was abnormal.

"From touching my hair?" she asked, still looking up
at me.  Her pretty eyes were huge under her bangs.  I
nodded, and her face lit up in a smile.  "Go for it!"
she told me.  Oh shit!  Not only hadn't she mocked me,
she had encouraged me!  She looked up at me as her
mouth sank onto my prick, then she closed her eyes as
if she were tasting the most delicious chocolate
truffle she'd ever had.

I went back and stroked her hair, feeling myself rise
towards the point of no return.  Sandy seemed to feel
it too, because her head bobbed up and down with more
insistent strokes and she gave me strong suction.  She
wanted me to cum, and then I did.

Her lips formed a gasket around my cock head, and her
hands stroked and milked my cock, jacking me off as I
came.  I filled her mouth with a heavy load of my cum,
feeling it begin to surround my cock.  I realized she
was keeping my sperm in her mouth, and would maybe let
me taste some, and that thought kept me spurting.

Sure enough, as soon as the last of my fifty squirts
trickled out, Sandy stood and pressed her lips to
mine.  I gripped her head and pulled her closer to me,
then our mouths opened and we shared my cum.  I felt
her shudder as our tongues swirled around the goo, and
I wondered if she had cum herself.  But that was just
a passing thought, because the game to capture the
most cum was on.  Our tongues practically fenced as we
sought out the treasured pearls, and eventually we
dissolved into laughter.

"Fuck!" she laughed, "that tongue wrassling was too
funny!"

"Why the hell were you fighting me for it?" I laughed,
wrapping my arms around her.  "When you snowball
someone, you're supposed to let that person take it."

"I've never had a man want me to snowball him!" she
sighed, suddenly wistful.  "Most guys I know
practically choke on it."

"Well, I like it," I stated flatly.  I gave her a
quick kiss, then looked into her eyes.  "I'd like to
eat cum from your other hole too."

Her eyes got big.  "You mean you'd like to lick me
out... after?"

"Yeah... it's my favorite thing," I said, watching for
her reaction.

"That'd be a first," she said.  "Would you make me eat
it?"

"Snowball you?" I asked.  I had expected her to be
shocked at the idea, but she had just accepted it and
moved onto more practical matters.

"Yeah."

"I'd prefer to enjoy it all myself," I admitted.

"So, you wouldn't force me to eat it?  Eh?  Eh?" she
said, winking at me.  Clearly, Sandy wanted me to
force her to try the goo that would seep from her
loins.  I might be able to accommodate that.

"Why don't we go into the bedroom," I said.  My room
had a small sitting area that we had been in.  Now I
wanted to get horizontal.  Without waiting for her to
answer, I took her hand and led her into the bedroom. 
I kissed her deeply, then gently guided her to the
bed.  She laid on her back, her knees bent, and her
eyes wide and lusty as she waited for what I would do
next.

I picked up her right foot, and, looking into her
eyes, began to lick her high heel.  I love the
submissive feeling of licking high heels, especially
suck on the heels like a little prick.  Sandy's face
was getting flushed; maybe I was stroking a fantasy
for her too.  I suspected that she was a dominant
woman, given her earlier desire to force me to eat my
cum.

After a minute, I began to kiss up her hose-clad leg,
nibbling a little behind her knee.  Then I kissed
further up to the cotton crotch, pressing my face hard
into her.  I could smell her scent as I ground briefly
on her.  Then, I kissed down her leg to her other
foot.  That too got a lot of licking and sucking on
the heel.

"Take off my shoe and suck my toes," she suddenly
gasped.  I kissed her feet as I unbuckled her damn
sexy shoe, then I slid off the pump and slowly sucked
the heel, looking at her.  She wraggled her feet in my
direction, but I acted the naughty boy, ignoring her
as I made love to her shoe.  It was all a tease, but
she didn't appreciate it much.  Her leg shot out and
she hooked her heel behind my head.  "Kiss my feet!"
she insisted, sounding very hot.

I dropped the shoe and began to kiss at her feet.  I
kissed her toes, then put them into my mouth and
sucked.  I swirled my tongue around as the sweaty
flavor of her toes soothed my tastebuds.  I'm not much
into feet, but Sandy's favorable reaction made me
continue.  I love pleasing my partner, and Sandy was
enjoying it.

I soon began kissing up the back of her leg, pausing
again at the back of her knee.  Then I pressed her leg
up and back so that I could kiss her back thigh and
eventually her rump.  I wanted to send an early signal
that kissing anywhere on her would be my pleasure. 
Soon enough I would be kissing her naked rump, I
hoped.

Again I pressed my face firmly against her crotch, and
this time she stroked my hair and pulled me close and
ground back.  I could feel definite wetness in her
pussy, and the fragrance was delightfully strong.  I
abandoned her crotch, and slowly kissed down her leg
again, to remove her shoe and suck her toes.

After a brief spell, I was ready to move on, and
looked up to see if that would meet her approval.  I
saw that her eyes were locked on me, and her hands
were inside her bra, massaging her breasts.  I smiled
and crawled up the bed, so that I was at a right angle
to her.  I laid on my belly and pressed my mouth to
hers.  We kissed deeply for a long time, our tongues
more in each other's mouths than our own.

I tried to reach under her and unclasp her bra, and
she rolled slightly to give me better access.  I
wanted to remove her bra, but the effort was pretty
comical.  In the end, she did it herself, then looked
at me in apprehension as I viewed her breasts.  Sandy
had always been smallish on top, and she still was. 
She didn't have much fullness, but she had nicely
large nipples.  I knew she was nervous that I wouldn't
like her breasts, but frankly large breasts never
appealed to me as much as hard nipples did.  And hers
were very hard!

"You are so gorgeous," I murmured, before going down
to taste her nipples.  I raked my teeth across them,
and then licked and suckled.  I like to treat a nipple
like little clitoris, and Sandy was soon squirming.  I
gently bit a nipple, shaking my head a little, which
made her groan in pleasure.  Then I tenderly soothed
it, and she moaned a little.

I went back up to kiss her some more, because I wasn't
in a hurry.  I was hard again, but sex isn't all about
fucking.  Penetration is just one part of sex, and a
small part at that.  I enjoy all phases of sex,
feeling arousal rise and plateau, and I wanted Sandy
very aroused.  I wanted her literally dripping wet by
when I went down to taste her, and I wanted her ready
to cum hard when I fucked her.  It all took time, and
enjoying the time is a part of sexual maturity.

I moved down to her feet, then reached up and pulled
off her hose.  I was about to drop them on the floor
when I had an idea.  "Roll over," I told her.

"Why?" she asked, a bit apprehensively I might add.

"Just roll over and put your hands behind your back." 
Still a bit apprehensive, she did as I asked.  Then I
looped the pantyhose just once around her wrists. 
"You are now my prisoner," I said, "and you will be
forced to enjoy what I am doing."  It was a bit of a
gamble, because restraints always require some trust
that I wasn't sure we shared yet.

"Oh really?" she laughed, relieved.  "I must enjoy
it?"

"Yes, you must," I stated.

"Well, if I must," she giggled.

I paused.  "Just so you know, you can get free just by
pulling your hands apart.  You aren't tied at all."

"I know," she said.  "Now, do your worst."

The thing is, that I am a 'switch'.  I love being
submissive, but I can be equally dominant.  I enjoy
the change from time to time, and I figured that if
Sandy were usually dominant, she might enjoy being
forced to be submissive.  To take being pleasured
according to my designs.  It wasn't really planned,
but I hoped she would now enjoy the experience.  Plus,
I could force her to satisfy my fetish.  Ha!

First thing I did was go back to her head and tuck her
hair behind her ear, then I frenched her ear for a
minute while she squirmed.  I kissed her neck next,
which made her sigh in contentment.  I licked her
spine (and her hands, tied behind her back), then when
I got to her panties, I kissed her buns for a minute.

Down her leg to her foot I went.  Her now-nude toes
begged to be sucked, and I did.  Like I said, I'm not
much into feet, but Sandy loved it.  She gave soft
moans as I sucked each toe individually and then all
together.  It was much easier like this, because her
knee let her foot bend up for easy access.  On a whim,
I moved her foot and my crotch together, rubbing my
cock on her foot.  She let out a groan of frustrated
pleasure, which made me smile.

Releasing her foot, I kissed back up, pausing again to
hit the hot spot behind her knee.  Then I move up, and
gripped the leghole of her panties.  I pulled it up
and exposed her bottom, making it into a kind of
half-thong.  I kissed and licked her bottom, nipping
it once or twice with my teeth.  She squirmed and
moaned a lot.

Releasing the panty back, I pressed my face between
her cheeks.  I think she was caught by surprise,
because she gasped once, then thrust her butt back up
to butt-hump my face.  I pressed down where I thought
her anus was, and she groaned again.  Sliding my face
down, I found the entire crotch of her panties soaked.
 I mean, it was like she had just got them out of the
washing machine, except it had that delightful slick
feeling that women's juices do.  I sucked as well as I
could at her crotch, but it was me who was frustrated
now: access to her pussy was not easy with her on her
belly.

Of course, I went down to her feet and back up several
more times.  I straddled her back, and let her hands
grip my cock and balls as best they could.  I kissed
her neck and ears and back and bottom and pussy as
best I could. 

Eventually, I moved back down and practically ripped
her panties off.  She gasped in pleasure and alarm,
now that she was nude to my view.  I spent a minute
just studying her form, from her firm legs to the nice
bottom.  Between her legs, I saw she was completely
natural, with a heavy blonde-ish bush that obscured
her pussy.  I knew she would be just plain soaked and
matted and pungent.  I loved the idea of eating her,
and almost couldn't wait.

Leaving her there, I went back to my window and
retrieved a beer.  It was now ice-cold, almost
literally.  I put the remaining beers inside, lest
they freeze, then opened the beer and went back to
Sandy.

"Thirsty?" she joked, although I knew she was more
than aroused.

"For you babe," I confirmed.  "Need a drink?" I asked,
and when she nodded her head 'no', I told her to get
up on her knees with her face still on the mattress. 
Leaving her to do that, I retrieved one of the plush
towels from the bathroom, and put it between her
knees.

I wanted to finger her surely-juicy pussy, to feel its
depths, but instead I rubbed the ice-cold bottle into
her valley.  She gasped, shook, and cursed as the
bottle touched the flaming heat between her legs. 
But, she took it.

Next, I pulled her cheeks apart to examine her
brown-eye.  I took a long lick at it, which made her
gasp, shake, and curse in a quite different way.  Then
I poured some of the beer down her crack, lapping at
it as it poured over her asshole.  Now this, I could
tell, she definitely enjoyed.  I continued to lick her
asshole long after the beer was gone.  I was working
up the courage to ass fuck her later, and meanwhile I
was getting her ready, at least mentally.

Prying apart her cheeks, I spit onto her asshole,
which made her say a cute "Ohhh!"  Then I pressed the
spit into her opening with my tongue, then a finger. 
Given how quickly she was squirming on my finger deep
in her ass, I suspected she was an old hand at sodomy.

By now, I was dying to eat her. I am experienced
enough to know that you should never mix ass with
pussy, so I disengaged, untied her hands, and asked
her to come into the bathroom with me.  I helped her
up, and we held hands into the bathroom.  I gargled
with the little bottle of mouthwash and washed my
hands.  She looked at herself in the mirror, and
self-consciously picked up my brush to fix her mussed
bob.  I could only stare, since she was again
unwittingly stroking my fetish.

She saw my face in the mirror.  "What?" she asked,
smiling shyly at me.

"I love your hair," I said, knowing I sounded more
breathless than I should.

"You do?" she said, seeming to suddenly understand. 
"Got a bit of a fetish do we?"  Her smile widened.

I just hung my head.  I hadn't really told anyone my
fetish before, and now that I did, my feelings of
shame emerged.  I knew it was an odd fetish, to have
such a sexual attachment to such an everyday thing as
a hairstyle.  I had been horribly rejected by my wife
the last time I hinted around at my feelings, and
those feelings resurfaced.  I felt myself beginning to
wilt, and my cheeks flushed.

"Hey, why the face?" she asked, seeing my reaction. 
"What's wrong?"  I didn't answer, and I think she
understood.  "It's OK," she told me.  "I got this
haircut because I thought it was very sexy, and I am
glad you think it is too."  She put her hands on my
hot cheeks, and forced me to look at her.  "So you got
a fetish, so what?  Why don't you tell me what you
want to do now?  What does your attraction make you
want to do?"

"I want to eat you," I whispered.  "I want to kiss
your neck and then go down and service you," I said,
somehow unable to not tell her.

"Hmmm, well then, I think that can be arranged," she
grinned.  Obviously, being told that I wanted to eat
her pussy was not about to put her off.  "Why don't
you stand over there--" she pointed to a spot near the
towel rack-- "and watch for a minute."

I did as she suggested, wondering what she was going
to do.  Truth is, I felt much better now, having told
her of my desires and having her not only accept them,
but about to encourage them.  My manhood began to
recover some of it's former size and rigidity.

I watched her slowly brush her hair, her eyes glued on
mine in the mirror.  Carefully, she made sure it was
all silky straight, then curled the ends under.  It
was like watching a porn movie for me, and I knew she
was putting on a show.  She delighted in tormenting
me, and she somehow knew where my hot buttons were.

"Do you like my bangs?" she asked.  I nodded, mutely. 
"Don't they make my eyes look big?" she asked, as she
brushed them, and curled them slightly under.

"God yeah," I groaned.  I reached down, unable to not
stroke myself.

"Hmmm, I don't think you should touch yourself.  Do
you?" she asked.  I realized it was a command from
her, and immediately stopped.  She was a dominant
woman, I understood, and I liked it that way.  "That's
a good boy," she told me when she saw me stop.  "I
don't think you should cum yet.  I think you mentioned
cumming in me first?"  I nodded.  "Is that part of
your fetish?" she asked.

"No, that's a whole other interest," I grinned.

"Hmmm, I see.  Well, I guess you'll have to make me
cum first, and then I'll let you fuck me.  OK?"

"OK," I said.  That was exactly what I wanted, anyway.

She tucked her hair behind her ear, watching my
reaction.  "You think this is cute?" she asked.  I
nodded.  "I do too, although it is practical.  I like
how my hair curls around my earlobe."

"Fuck," I blurted, because she had said what I was
thinking.  "I do too."

"But I like untucking it when I give head," she said. 
"I like feeling it sway when I suck cock.  Do you like
that?"

"Yes," I whispered.  She knew me so damn well!

"If I suck you now, can you hold off and not cum?"
Sandy asked.  "I would love to taste that oozing stuff
dripping from your cock, but I don't want you to cum. 
Can you do that?"

"Yes," I whispered again, although I was really unsure
if I could actually hold off.

Sandy untucked the hair from behind her ear, then
brushed it to make it straight, then squatted in front
of me.  Clearly, she liked giving head, and true to
her word, her hair swayed as she bobbed up and down. 
To help me control myself, one hand tightly gripped my
sack at the base.  Even so, not cumming was a chore.

"Mmmmm, that was nice," she told me, standing back up.
 My cock felt a sudden coolness as her saliva dried in
the air.  "Now, I think it is about time for you to
tell me what you want to do."

"I want to kiss your nape," I told her.  She faced the
mirror, and then smiled alluringly at me.  I moved
behind her, and slowly began to kiss her neck.  My
tongue swirled over the hairs at the base of her bob,
and I thrilled to feel her silky hair brushing my
cheek.

"That feels nice," she sighed.  I ran my fingers up
her neck, into her hair and gripped it to force her
head down so that I could kiss her nape harder. 
"Yes," she whispered.  "I love your fingers in my
hair."  She tucked her hair behind her ear, then said,
"kiss my ears again.  I liked that."  I used my grip
to turn her head, then ravished her ears, neck, and
nape.  "I am so hot," she breathed.  "Let me have your
hand," she said.

I let go, and she covered my hand with hers.  She
pushed back a little to form a space between the
bathroom vanity and her body (I had been pressing
pretty hard).  She guided my hand down her body, first
to her nipples, which were hard, then to her pussy. 
She gave me a little tour, but it only took one touch
to realize she was flowing pussy juice like crazy.

"You're so wet," I whispered.  Her hand guided me to a
particular spot, and I touched her clit.  "And your
clit is hard."

"You're driving me crazy," she told me.  "I love
having my neck kissed."  So, I kissed her neck more, a
lot more.

Finally, I suggested we go back to the bed.  She
agreed, and we held hands back to the bed.  She was
about to lay down, but I stopped her, having her stand
next to the bed instead.  I stood directly behind her,
my cock nestled between her cheeks, then kissed her
neck while rolling her nipples between my fingers. 
She shivered a little, then I began to slowly sink to
my knees, kissing down her spine like I had dreamt of
doing a million times before... whenever I saw a bob.

I kissed her buttocks while pressing on her lower
back.  She took the hint, and leaned over the bed. 
Without delay, I buried my tongue in her hairy pussy. 
My mouth muscle stroked up and down between her lips,
feeling the liquid heat of her juices.  They were
bathing my tongue, pungent and hot and tasty. 
Pressing my face in further, I sucked at her cunt,
listening to her gasp but mostly loving the sudden
rush of juices coming into my mouth.

"Ohhhhh gawd," she groaned, "I could cum any minute."

"Go ahead," I told her.

"I want to watch your eyes," she said.  "Let me lay on
my back so I can watch you."

I agreed, and we climbed onto the bed.  I propped her
up somewhat with a pillow, then went back to enjoying
the fruits of her loins.  Her pussy was fully flushed
now, her lips open like petals on a rose, spreading
out from the hairy patch.  Between her lips was her
fuckhole, hot and pink and oozing juices.  Just above
was her clit, pushed out from the protective sheath
and begging to be sucked.  When I shoved my tongue
deep into her pussy, then slid it rapidly up and
flicked her clit, she gave me a nice clench.

"You just love eating pussy, don't you?" she said
hotly.

"I adore your pussy," I said diplomatically.  "You
have the hottest, wettest, prettiest pussy I have ever
seen."

"I am so close," she said by way of reply.  "Make me
cum.  Please?  Please make me cum?"

Fact is, with a new lover it is hard to know precisely
what would make them cum.  I took a chance and sucked
gently on her clit.  In response, she grabbed my head
and shoved it hard into her crotch.  It was a wild
ride then, as she came on my face, grinding hard while
I tried to continue sucking her clit.  Her feet
planted and she arched her back, thrusting her hips
now into my face.  It was crazy!

But when she relaxed a little, I realized just how
crazy it was.  She had soaked the pillow underneath
her.  While I had concentrated on her clit, she must
have squirted her juices.  She saw the look on my
face, and commented, "I hope you like a wet pussy."

"I love a wet pussy, especially yours," I told her.  I
spent a minute avoiding her clit while licking as much
of her juices as I could.  I pushed a finger into her,
feeling how wet she still was, then reached up to put
it on her lips.  Her mouth opened and she licked my
finger clean.

Taking that positive cue, I put my mouth on her pussy
and sucked out some juices.  I moved up and placed my
mouth on hers.  I gave her a pussy juice snowball, and
I must say we were both eager to get the juices.  We
were both juice sluts, I realized.

After a few minutes, we relaxed to cuddle.  Idly her,
her hand stroked my hard-on.  At this point, I had
been hard for so long that I knew my orgasm was a long
time off.  Sensation in my prick was quite dulled, as
happens when I am overly erect for a while.  I was
looking forward to being the fuck stud for once.

Casually, I pulled her leg over me, so that she was on
top.  A little maneuvering, and I slid into her hot
wetness.  Both of us gasped, then kissed each other
passionately.  Slowly, I rocked in deeper until I was
fully seated in her, then I started to pull out just
as slowly.  Deliberate strokes soon had her flowing
wetly again.  For a woman our age, she was a wet one.

After a few minutes, Sandy sat straight up and began
to massage her clit with me deep inside her.  "Oh
gawd. This is so sexy," she told me.  I agreed
reaching up to play with her titties and nipples.  She
lowered her torso to let my lips reach her nipples,
and I sucked her until she began to hump me too
vigorously.

"Turn around and 69 me," I gasped.  "Clean my cock
while I suck you."  She slid up, and reversed
directions so that she could bury my cock in her mouth
while I licked her wide open hole.  She was oozing
juices heavily, especially when I stuffed two fingers
in her and pried her open.  Sliding my tongue around
her hole caused her to moan loudly and call me a dirty
name that made me grin.

She flipped over onto her back and told me to fuck her
again.  I did, burying myself balls-deep on the first
thrust.  She reached up and gripped my nipples,
twisting and pulling on them hard, telling me to fuck
her harder or I'd pay for my laziness.  When I fucked
her so that the bed shook, she took a little pity on
me and leaned up to suck my sore nipples.  That felt
damn good, to tell the truth.

When my back got sore, I went back down on her.  Now
her hole was flaming red, and her clit was seeking
attention.  A little licking and sucking brought her
to orgasm, which was fun to watch.  Her eyes were
locked on mine, then just rolled back in her head.

"Whew!" she exclaimed when she could breathe again,
"That was nice, but I know I have another one in me. 
You need to cum in me first though."

"I don't know if I can," I admitted.  "My cock is
practically numb."

"Really?  I didn't know that could happen?"

I explained that it was a particular quirk of mine. 
She nodded, and suggested we relax for a little bit,
to see if the swelling would go down.  I thought that
was a good idea, and she got up and got us a couple
beers.  Frankly, I was glad for the break.  Fucking is
hard work!

The beers didn't last long enough, I was still stiff
as if I were on Viagra.  "How about we take a shower?"
Sandy suggested. I told her she always seemed to have
the best ideas.  The shower worked wonders, as we
soaped and pampered each other, kissing tenderly.  My
erection deflated totally, even though showering with
a sexy woman wasn't something I did every day.

Then Sandy did something that made my nuts engage: she
asked me to shampoo her hair.  Massaging her scalp was
incredibly sexy for me, and I used all the Pantene
conditioner the hotel supplied on her.  Knowing the
effect she was having on me, she had me towel her dry,
then brush her hair.  She gave me instructions on how
to blow dry her bob to the best effect, and I
practically squirted before I was done.  She was
amazing.

Holding my hand, she led me back to the bed, and had
me lay flat on my back.  "Now, I am going to enjoy
this," she said, a glimmer in her eyes.

"What are you going to do?" I gasped, even though I
knew what she was going to say.  I love knowing in
advance that she wanted it.

"I am going to sit on your cock until you cum, and
then I am gonna sit on your face," she said.  She
climbed on me as she said this, sinking quickly onto
my fresh erection.  She leaned over to kiss me while
we fucked, then sat up again to give full strokes. 
Suddenly, she slid up and sat on my face, grinding her
sopping pussy on my mouth to give me a good taste of
what was to cum.

When she went back to fuck me, she turned around so
that she was reverse cowgirl.  I'd never done it in
this position, but I found I liked it.  She leaned
back so that I could stroke hard and deep into her
pussy, and her bobbed hair hung down.  I couldn't
resist the urge to lunge up and try to kiss her neck. 
We both groaned at the sensations.  It was hard, fast,
hot, wet, and delicious.

I was very close, but it was too much work.  With a
grunt, I gripped her and rolled her over onto her
hands and knees.  We doggy fucked, my balls making a
smacking sound as they swung into her on each stroke. 
I could feel her fingers pressing her clit against my
shaft, and she was making as many moans as I was.

Suddenly, I knew I was about to cum.  "I'm gonna cum,"
I warned, and she begged me to go ahead.

"Fill me up," she moaned.  "Cum in me.  Now.  Do it!"

I gripped her hair and shoved myself as far into her
hot depths as I could.  I saw stars as I shot another
big load.  I just seemed to cum forever.  In fact, I
think I must have swooned, because my next memory was
of her steaming pussy right above my face.

"Open up," she said.  I did, and she lowered her gooey
cunt onto my mouth.  In a delirious daze, I felt
pearls of cum oozing into my mouth.  I remembered that
I wanted to give her a creamy snowball (a creamball?)
so I tried not to swallow.

When she had ridden my face for a minute, I had enough
strength to push her off so that she tumbled onto the
bed.  I lunged up and over her, seeing her eyes wide
with amazement.  I guess she didn't expect to actually
happen, but I clamped my mouth over hers, and waited
for hers to open.   Slowly, it did, and I took the
opportunity to shove my tongue into her mouth,
ejecting the creamball.  I felt and heard her moan as
the gooey concoction we made hit her tastebuds.

"Like it?" I asked when we paused for breath.

"Loved it!" she enthused.

"Good, now clean my prick," I said, rolling into a 69
with her.

"You are so nasty," she said, but gripped my dirty
cock and nursed at it hungrily.  We stayed in that
position for quite a while, then we rolled over so
that she could sit on my face and let the cum drain
out.  It was like heaven.

I had to moderate a session at the conference the
first thing in the morning.  We couldn't suck and fuck
all night like I might have wanted to.  Instead, she
lay with her head on my chest and I smelled her hair
and fell asleep.  The night ended with us
inter-twined, sleeping deeply.  Who could have asked
for more?

THE END

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