I met John online; he was the owner of a small town restaurant, who was also married. I agreed to meet him that night after he closed. When I pulled up to the restaurant the lot was dark. I hustled up to the door in my tight mini and stiletto heels, my heart was racing faster with each step. When I got to the door John was waiting and quickly let me in. We sat in the back and he offered me a drink.
I noticed he couldn’t stop staring at my thighs. After some small talk and a few drinks, he leaned in and kissed me deeply and started to massage my smooth thigh. I was starting to get hard, but I wasn’t the only one. I was massaging his manhood through his pants, and I could feel it throb with each stroke. He pulled down my top and lightly bit my nipple. I was so aroused, I thought I was going to cum right there.
After what seemed like an eternity of foreplay, John led me to the back room where he had a futon set up. He put on some music, and when he sat down I went straight for his pants. I tore the button off, and pulled his pants to his ankles. I took his big, hard, manhood into my mouth and sank down as far as I could. I couldn’t take it all the way; it was too big. I choked but could not get enough. He came right there. I tried to swallow as much as I could, but had to pull out after what seemed like a gallon of cum.
After he came, I started to stroke him while kissing from his belly to his neck until he was hard again. I put my rear in his face and he gave me one of the best tounging I’ve ever had. When I was nice and wet I sank all the way down on John’s big shaft. I felt an enormous amount of pain, which turned to total ecstasy as I rode him. John pulled me in close as I sat on him, and he began to pound my rear over and over; faster and faster. It didn’t take long when he began to stroke me before I came everywhere, and he came all over my rear.
When it was over, I quivered all the way to the ladies room to clean up. I remember as I cleaned up, I could not stop my legs from shaking. I rode all the way home with no panties under my mini, and my shirt was torn. It was one hell of a night at that little restaurant.
Please tell me what you think of my little encounter, so I know whether or not to post another.
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