Nancy is a very attractive 37 year old divorced woman with three small children, trying to find a nice house for her children. A friend of mine asked if I could help her. I called her, introducing myself asking her out to dinner. She turned me down saying she could not find a babysitter for her children. I sent a house staff member to her house. Nancy met me at the restaurant, she is 5′ 8″ with a hot slim curvy body, long auburn hair, dark eyes, 34B breasts and beautiful smile. Dinner is fabulous. Candlelight and soft music in the background. Salmon fettuccine for her and a thick steak for me. Nancy looked beautiful in that tight-fitting dress that showed off her hips and waist. The low cut front and the bra added more cleavage to her breasts. I can tell Nancy knew I enjoyed the view as she spent much of the evening leaning over the table to talk to me. To the others in the restaurant, she probably just looked attentive but I can tell she is watching my eyes stare down her dress, trying to steal a glimpse of one of those obviously alert and excited nipples. The bill came with the waiter and it was obvious he was interested in the view as well.

Nancy was such a tease as we got up to leave, “accidentally” dropping her purse so she had to bend over to pick it up. I thought the passing waiter would drop his tray of food when he noticed just a hint of hair and the bottom of two round cheeks showing under the hem of the skirt. Nancy looked over her shoulder at me as she picked up her purse and smiled a subtle smile. The night is cool as we walked back to my penthouse. We are hand-in-hand with her head leaning up against the side of my arm. I feel her slight shiver against the night air and I took off my coat wrapping it around her shoulders. Nancy leaned in closer and I let go of her hand so I can put my arm around her waist. We stopped under a large tree and I turned her to face me. Nancy can see the lust in my eyes and rose up on her toes to kiss me. It is a gentle brushing of our lips that sent a shudder through us both. We knew where this will lead but for now just enjoyed the passion of the moment. One light flick of her tongue to mine signaled it is time to move on.

The ride up the elevator is quick but Nancy found time to slide her body up against me and kiss me deeply as her hand stroked my cock through my slacks. It is obvious to her the affect she had on me this evening, as I’m already hard, but her well trained hands made me harder. As the elevator stopped, she quickly stepped out toward the penthouse door, slightly raising the hem of her dress as she walked away to show me again that panties are not part of the evening’s wardrobe. She threw in just the slightest inviting wiggle as she walked down the hall. I caught up with her at the door, before I got my key out, pressing her against it. While the weight of my body kept her from escaping, my hands slide under the hem of her skirt squeezing her ass. Nancy turned her head and looked at me invitingly as I pressed forward to kiss her lips. My tongue slipping between her lips at the same time as my hands reach around in front of her and used my fingers to spread her pussy lips and tickle her pubic hair. Our tongues playing in time with my fingers as I made small circles around her vaginal entrance. I was not surprised that it is already wet.

I backed up enough so she can turn around and we embraced again. This time Nancy is the aggressor and she reached around my hips pulling me into her, feeling my erection against her stomach as she explored my mouth again. The hem of her dress is still up as I reach down in front of her rubbing her pussy with the palm of my hand. She is wetter than before and the friction of my palm causes a little shudder to run through her. I backed away from her and moved my hand away, licking her juices off my palm and smile at her. We could not get the door open fast enough. What started outdoors as soft, passionate and romantic kisses has evolved into lustful, wanting, needy kisses. My hands have turned more aggressive and we moving into the room as one unit, me steering her toward the bed. A quick push of her hands slows me as she steps away. A wiggle of her index finger told me to stay where I was as she backed up further. Her right hand reaches for one of the thin straps of her dress and she lets it slip off of her shoulder. The other strap soon follows and the top of her dress starts to fold down. As it slowly reveals her, I see the tops of her breasts and just the light brown circles of her aerola as her nipples strain to escape.


While I’m hypnotized by this sight, I step toward her. As I reach her I turn, inviting her to unhook the clasps of her bra. In seconds, her bra is on the floor and my hands are wrapped around her, each holding one of her breasts. A thumb and finger pinching and rolling each nipple as she leaned back into me and moaning softly. Harder squeezes of her breast brought louder moans from her as her hips grind aggressively against my hard cock. Two steps forward and she leans forward so her hands are on the bed, her dress bunched around her small waist. Nancy feels conflicting emotions at being in my bedroom. At first, she feels fear; all she knew is that I’m behind her, a man she has never meant before until tonight. I might mean her harm. When I didn’t she relaxes a little. Secondly, she feels excitement; her musings about finding a man had come true, only I had followed her into the restaurant. As I talked, I lowered my face to place a kiss at the base of Nancy’s neck where it met her collarbone. She shivers involuntarily. Despite the cool evening, my lips feel as though they are on fire, Nancy feels as if a branding iron has touched her skin. She did not want to encourage me too much yet, so she stood still, trying not to react. As I press my face to her skin, I breath in her scent. ” You smell gorgeous,” I whisper in her ear, ” I love Chanel No5.”

Continuing kissing down her neck and along an exposed shoulder provoking gasps and low moans. I stood behind Nancy, my hands roaming freely across her body. Nancy feeling herself beginning to succumb to my touch. Is has been a long time since she has felt a man’s hands on her body. The way I have taken possession of her without her permission astounded her. For a moment, she is unable to speak. She feels my growing bulge pressing against her ass. It has been a long time since she has felt a man getting aroused just from touching her. She needed a man’s company, what better than a man she barely knows. She feels her panties beginning to become damp with her moisture as my hands continue to explore her. Pulling her close to me, I cup her breasts again, testing their weight and firmness. As I did this Nancy’s mouth opens again loud moans escaping, ” ohhh yes, I love having my tits played with, don’t stop!” Her skin tingling and her heart is beating faster as I explore her curves, she feels her panties getting wet as her pussy juices are flowing freely. Her ex- husband never did this, he just fucked her. When Nancy is against me, I feel her body relaxing and quivering with suppressed lust and passion. Differing emotions fight for supremacy within her, the respectable divorced woman who has small children and never gave in to temptation. Alternatively, the divorced woman starved of attention from her ex- husband. Gradually the abandoned woman won out. Nancy begins to give in to my touch.

I continue caressing Nancy’s breasts feeling the soft supple skin under my finger tips. She feels the heat of my hands as they fondle her breasts. ” You’re a naughty girl, this is just the beginning.” I chuckled into Nancy’s ear. Sliding one hand down her belly, I cup her crotch, at the same time I squeeze her breast. ” Your cunt is wet,” I growled, ” I’ll bet it is as beautiful as the rest of you.” ” I want to fuck you right here, right now.”
” No, we can’t…it has been so long. I’m not ready.” Nancy stammered as she vainly tried to pull away from me, while every fiber of her being told her to let me have my way. Her reluctance; she had come to the realization long ago that she would never have a relationship with another man.