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‘Are you ready beautiful’ you whisper in my ear, while lightly kissing your way down to the base of my neck.  I never get tired of you calling me beautiful.  You have an entrancing voice that easily turns me to putty.  I catch my breath; your kisses always take me by surprise.  I steady my hand, placing the remaining pearl in my naked ear.  I turn to find your hot wet mouth pressing against mine.  

The clock is ticking and our car is waiting patiently in the drive.  I dab a drop of Chanel N°5 on my wrists and behind my ears and I am ready. You open the car door and lightly slap my ass as I hop in the car; I know my rump is screaming to be squeezed beneath my ivory silk gown.  I turn to kiss you once again and your smile sends a shiver up my spine.

We are off again on yet another adventure with your law partner and college friend.  I only agree to these escapades because your partner is a beautiful specimen of the male gender.  Of course I would never say this to you, but oftentimes I imagine my mouth wrapped around his swollen cock.  I can tell by the way his pants drape that he would fit perfectly throbbing within my red lips.  

Due to your being such a loyal friend, and my loving to discretely gaze, I find myself sitting aside the constant stream of brainless eligible bachelorettes in Philadelphia.  Your partner and I do not have the same taste in women but occasionally he brings along someone I might find delicious in another setting.
Don’t misunderstand my opinion of their intellect as my opinion of the embodiment of sex they so often hold.

We arrive early as is customary and are escorted to the table of our choice.  Table 25 having a perfect view of the establishment and its occupants.  We spend a few moments whispering into one another’s ears as we await our dinner partners.  You caress my upper thigh and thank me with that sweet voice only you have.  The voice that can always bend my will so effortlessly, I catch my breath yet again.

I look up as your partner saunters towards us and to my disbelief the woman trailing close to his side leaves me stunned momentarily silent.  She’s statuesque with curves that scream to be touched.  Long raven hair and an exotic face that only a god could dream up.  She looks straight in my eyes and I know what that twinkle means.  I have seen it in your eyes many a time…a look of pure and unadulterated craving.

As the two of them are seated, I try to regain my composure.  I grasp your thigh under the table and run my fingers slowly upwards between your legs reminding me where I am and why I am here.  Not surprisingly, I feel a leg of flesh as soft as Egyptian cotton lightly glancing mine under the table.  Her leg lingers a little too long to be a complete accident.  I have played this game of cat and mouse before.

Sweet slick moisture quickly begins to grow between my legs.  I am amused with how wet I am getting from such minimal contact.  I know I must have her tonight and I am oblivious to all else around me as I plan an easy escape.  I am certain she will be a more than willing partner as I stand and invite her to the ladies room for girl talk of a particular sort.  She rises to follow, a lustful scent surrounds her.  I am dizzy with desire.

She follows me to the restroom and to our delight it is empty and ready to be locked and occupied.  I grab her and force her legs apart while she hoists herself up onto the countered.  I waste no time and rip her panties off.  I resist the notion to bring them to my nose and take a deep breath.  I have the real thing right in front of me.  Now it is time to feast between her soft and oh so shapely legs.

She opens to me, her juices already flowing just as the sweetest of Georgia peaches.  I get straight to the task at hand, first kissing her heated lips and alternating between nibbles and licks until I am through torturing her with my teases.  I cannot stop myself from detouring to her inner thighs as I feel her tremble beneath my lips.  She likes it just like I do I marvel to myself.

I reposition myself propping her lovely buttocks in each hand against the counter.  The pink knob pulsating at the top of her pussy is easy to find.  It is hard as a pebble at this point and in need of constant attention.  I will only tease you for a few more minutes I think to myself as I alternate speeds with my swirling tongue until I find just the right pressure and momentum to finish my work of art.

As I find just the right touch her body reacts with urgency.  She pulls my face close into her clit and grind against my mouth.  She is drenched in juices reminiscent to the scent and taste of a honeysuckle.  I could drink her dry and plan to.  As her moans grow more incessant and her body gyrates she screams out ‘Oh Fuck!  Oh Fuck!  Oh Fuck Me!’ and she lets loose in my mouth.  A gusher just as myself.

At first she is silent and relaxes against the vanity glass.  Her hair a muss with a fine layer of perspiration on her forehead.  What a vision.  Then in unison we both burst into giggles while engaging in a long passionate kiss and begin to straighten ourselves up for our men.  As we are exiting the restroom I whisper to her…’What is your name?’  She responds…’You can call me Chloe and I expect you to be calling again soon.’

We reach our table and take our seats both with a sly smile across our lips.  She touches my knee beneath the table and I am washed in a wave of passion yet again.  Next time I get to flood her mouth I think to myself.  I turn to smile at you my lover, mentally preparing for our romp at home as I give you a detailed account of my evening.  I kiss you fully on the lips.  You lick your lips with delight.  ‘Hmmmmmmm, you taste like…. What is that taste darling?  You taste like honeysuckles.’