I'll call this girl... Polly.
Polly was a nerdy looking girl, she wore glasses, was pretty but plain, her hair had slight curls to it. She had an incredibly thin body, and work quite tight skirts, when you looked at her ass you could see her VPL (visible panty line). She wore plain knickers (panties) in a time everyone else wore a thong. But I've always had an affinity for that look through clothes, I like the way women's knickers are cut, the way they accentuate certain parts of an ass. It was this that drew me to Polly... I could look at her ass all day, and just imagine what her underwear looked like... I suspected they were white, cotton knickers.
Polly had a boyfriend, but you know he was not treating her right. I took the opportunity to make a move.
Polly was the same level/position as me at work, and an upcoming conference meant we were being sent away to Glasgow. It became apparent there were not enough rooms in the hotel we were to stay to, in jest I said to our line manager that Polly and I could share a room; magnetically Polly concurred. Nothing was put in this anyway sexually, this was a simple case of the fact that we knew each other, and the alternative was that we would share a room with a stranger, something neither of us wanted. More importantly for me, I wanted to fuck someone else, and what better way to fuck someone than to already have a "shoe in" to spend time with them.
A week prior to the trip, I suggested Polly came over to my office to have a look around... She'd never been there before. During her visit, i made a number of sexual references, then i took her to a more isolated part of the building. Without conversation, as she was about to leave the room I pushed the door close ahead of her. I pushed her against the door, and immediately, and instinctively undid her trousers. She fought against this, but I knew she liked it. I was a little dissapointed, having undone her trousers and slipping my hand down the back of them, I discovered she was wearing a thong... Was this for my benefit?
As the day proceeded, we joked and i told her I would do a variety of things to her after all the staff went, she played along with my game.
As the staff all left, and I was alone with Polly i reacted. I pushed her down to the ground, and slipped her trousers off. I left her in her white cotton thong, on the floor. I pushed her legs apart, and started kissing her around her underwear. Then I simply pushed her underwear aside, and started licking her pussy. I gave her long deep licks, spreading the length of her vagina, from the back to the front. Then I focused on her clitoris, circling it with my tongue, nibbling it very, very gently, sucking it.
I slid a finger into her vagina, moving it inside i rubbed gently at first her G-Spot, then as i licked more furiously, I pounded at her G-spot. She was butter in my hands. She came, and shortly after came again, before finally coming a third time. As I rose from her vagina, i stuck my tongue in her mouth for the first time, she could taste herself in my mouth... She liked this, it really turned her on.
I seldom take a woman, or provide myself any personal pleasure from a first encounter. The reason I do this is I need her to see I'm a caring man, all I wanted was to make her come. When you do this to a woman, it's 99.9% likely she will come back for more. Women love to have their pussies licked, but they like it more if you know what your doing down there, if you can make them come. If I had simply fucked her, there is a possibility they might not come back for more.
Come the day of the conference, and we made the journey to Glasgow by train. She had sweat pants on, this allowed easy access to her goods, and while on the train I took the opportunity to stick my hands down her trousers. To my excitement, she was back in knickers again, these has a large element of lycra in them, and the sides were quite large. This really turned me on, they were silky to the touch. She was not up for a little transportation finger action, so sadly I waited till we reached Glasgow.
I remember the scene fairly clearly, although it occurred almost a decade ago.
We walked in the room, I shut the door, took her bag from her hand and through her on the bed. No time to look around, no time to survey the scene. I pulled her trousers off in a flash, a few seconds later I pulled her knickers off. She was a lot hairier than I expected, but this did not turn me off. Again without kissing her I went down on her, I liked her pussy long and hard. Mid-way through this she tipped me onto the bed, took my trousers off, then lowered by Calvin Klein boxer briefs. She started off wanking me off, really quite hard.... a little rougher than I would have preferred, yanking my foreskin back hard making my whole penis a bit sore. Then she leaned forward and just tickled the tip of my penis with her tongue... It felt really good. I could have come, there and then in a flash. But I never, this would not have been good. I'm not one to come quickly, but the combination of pleasure and pain almost tipped me over the edge.
I stuck my penis in her pussy, and you could see by the look on her face I was a bit bigger (even though I think i'm quite small) than she was used too, maybe it was the sensation of pleasure and pain. Either way, it never went in as easily as either of us expected. Rather irresponsibly I know, I never used protection.. I was so against it back then, and I knew by the way she was that Polly had not had much experience. I fucked her hard, to the point of orgasm for her, and almost to the point for me. I pulled out at the final moment (never once thinking about all the sperm that was already loose) and she finished me off by hand.
Over the course of the next 3 days, we fucked at least two dozen times, each and every time I went down on her. This really impressed her, she loved that I always ate before I fucked, and there was never not enough time. We hardly slept and returned home on the Tuesday morning looking like zombies. I had enjoyed the break, but I was done with her... I knew she would be needy... And I was not wrong.
Having returned to work, she kept telling me she loved me, and that she feared she was pregnant (she was'nt)... I needed shot of her, so made it very clear we would never fuck again.
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