I smiled a wide smile and said that it would be awesome if I could take her for drinks that evening. Her eyebrows raised a little and she leaned in towards me and said in a deep low fucking sexy voice.
“Your stories have made me want to know more, meet me in my office after”
She stepped back, turned around and walked away before my fast mouth could say anything. Oh yes, those hips swaying ever so slightly. Delicious. Desert.
The afternoon session went a bit better in my brain anyway because of the slight relief that I had. Naughty Natalie also behaved as her tiny “problem’ had also been abated it seems. Miss Events did invade my brain now and then and I was hard pressed to bring my mind back to all the disconcerting visions I was having. I think that the class would have all slunk out of the room or had a spontaneous orgy if they could see the pictures in my mind. The question and answer session went well and I wound up the paper work. Naughty Natalie winked at me – dropped her business card and said.
“See you on the plane”
Well yes. I felt like a slut, briefly, the moment passed and I reworded it into me being a vamp thank you. The lovely feeling of butterflies and anticipation filled me as I made my way to Miss Events office. I knocked, and stepped in and was nearly knocked out. I think I must have groaned – she was in her chair clad in what I can only say is a Victoria Secret weapon. I had to stop myself from just ripping my clothes off. My eyes locked with hers and should you know me I have eyes that can mesmerise. I licked my lips and approached her, not saying a word. I secretly thanked the instructor if the lap dancing class as she was about to experience arousal like she has never had before. I sank onto her lap, my hand behind her head grasping her locks on a grip just short of hurting her. My mouth descended onto hers and gave her the French kiss of her life all the while slowly gyrating on her lap.
“Fuck me” she breathed.
Oh no not yet, I stepped away and slowly undressed down to my weapons of seduction. I bent over in front of her and slid my fingers in just past my g-string. Slowly in and out, I knew she was probably ready to just slide off her chair. I turned around and sucked my fingers. Then the Miss surprised me – she got up and went round to her desk drawer and – produced a strap on! Still packaged. I felt like a moron my mouth was hanging open.
“I bought this – no one has ever done this to me and I want you to fuck my brains out”
I was happy to oblige but first things first. I strapped madam on – by now we were both naked. The floor of her office looking like a brothel. Our mouths met again and I started to edge her towards her desk and whispered to her to lie down – my mouth making my way down to her glorious breasts but this woman needed to be had quick – my mouth found her and the room erupted with the wonderful sounds of a woman unable to hold back. Her hands gripping my hair as she rode my mouth and fingers – just before she slipped into that no where place - I pulled her towards me and thrust into her – I could have howled with pleasure too – the look on this beautiful hot womans face burnt into my synapses. I briefly wondered if the place had cameras cus this had to look hot. She erupted – Miss Events was volcano. She shuddered against me and slowly came down from where she had left to. The sweat beading her brow. I was in such a state by now that I un strapped madam and had to make myself come right then and there – Miss Events however had other plans. Her fingers replaced mine – my eyes closed as she found me, I gripped her wrist and rode her hand and came in a flood of juices, my knees buckling.
We both just lay like rag dolls on the carpet, gaining our breath. A big grin on my face. Did I just not love training? There is always a surprise waiting for me and this time round double delight. I could feel my limbs aching all the way to the airport that evening. A woman well had… new numbers – should Miss Events need more when I returned.
My plane trip back home was equally satisfying and as I flew over Table Mountain I could not wait to write my chronicles down and share them…
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