Geisha For A Night

I was getting ready for the Halloween party that evening. It was to be my first officially single after a divorce. I had lost some weight and had decided to dress up a little slutty. Well for me. I had found this great pink and white geisha outfit that was short, just covering my ass, with a deep v that was also covered a bit while it revealed the top of my breasts. It had a belt that cinched my waist showing my hourglass figure. It was a perfect combo of classy but revealing a little bit to be suggestive.

Two of my girlfriends were going to join me for the Halloween party. It was being thrown by my married lover. His wife would not be there as she was not social. He had a son that was in the family business and would be there. It was a party with his business associates, friends, and artist friends along with his son's friends. We did this sometimes. I would go to parties or events he was at. We would be friendly and dance or talk. Sometimes we would duck out to tease and play and other times we would find a place to fuck each other. This night was not going to be one of those nights I knew, since there were so many people around and he was the host. But I was planning on having fun with my friends and teasing him a bit.

He owns a gallery so he has this great space that could handle a dance floor. He also played in a band so they were going to play their music as well as some recorded stuff. There would be alcohol, of course. Some light food and it promised to be something different than a standard Halloween night with my kids trick or treating. Tonight I got to be the treat.

My one friend knew about my married lover. I had gone back to work when I realized I was going to be asking for a divorce. I knew I would need to stand on my own. I got a great job with my first enclosed office -- I was feeling pretty good about myself. He was retiring from his "day" job to work fully on his passion project of this gallery. It had been starting to make money and he was a savvy businessman who had worked the day job until it was time to move on. I got to help him retire as I was the office manager. I was in my mid-thirties and he was seventeen years older than me. We became fast friends that flirted. I don't remember who hit on who first but let's just go with him making the first move.

So the night of the party my friends and I decided that we could always leave the party if we were not having fun. We were dressed for a variety of scenarios -- this party and some of the local bars or dance clubs. We arrived a little after the party was to start. It was an older crowd so we wanted to give it some time to loosen up. There were quite a few people there and we started to mingle. Since my lover's son was there, and about seven years younger than me, he had some friends that attended. There was a group of three guys that matched my group of three girls. They talked to us and danced with us. Then tried to urge us to some other clubs or such. We didn't want to go just yet so they decided to stick around. One of them, Blake, was talking me up. I wasn't thinking much about it as we continued to chat and dance as a group.

At one point our host, my lover, wanted to do a costume parade to see everyone's outfits and pick a favorite. So we all took turns walking through the dance floor one by one showing off our costumes. I wanted to make sure that I used my high heels and short skirt to the full advantage and tease my love a bit. He was appreciative. I knew. He liked that he knew what I looked like naked and that I would tease him. What I did not count on was actually teasing another man... Blake.

After the parade, Blake made sure to come up really close to me to dance one-on-one. He was putting out his hand to touch me. Put a hand on my hip and sway with me. Pull me a little closer when it was a slow song. He wanted to get out of there and take me with him. I didn't realize he was actually into me, I just thought he wanted my group of girlfriends to go with his friends to a local club. It wasn't until he leaned into my ear to whisper that he wanted to kiss me that I figured it out.

My lover and I had an arrangement. I could date anyone I wanted to but I could not fuck another guy. He wanted to make sure that we could go without condoms and not transmit anything to him or him to his wife. I actually found it exciting to think about my lover watching me with this younger man. And I was flattered that he was interested in me. A mom. A divorcee. An older woman, yes, but one that was not used to the attention from an attractive younger man.

I continued to dance with him. Let him hold me a little closer and rub on my arms. We were in a public area and no small corners to go kiss in. So we continued to touch each other and rub up against each other as we danced. His friends wanted to leave the lame party but he decided to stay around with me. I had driven to the party so I had my car with me. My girlfriends also wanted to go to another club so they went with his friends and Blake stayed with me.

Of course, we did not stay at the gallery party. We walked out slowly to my car. He had his arm around my waist guiding me out the door and once we passed through the door he pulled me around to him and kissed me deeply. He darted his tongue into my mouth as he squeezed me tighter to his body. Then his hand moved up from my waist to travel up my side brushing the sides of my breasts as he moved his hand into my hair. Once his hand found the back of my head he pushed my head even deeper into his kiss to get just a little better taste of my mouth. I was starting to feel a tingling in my pussy. This guy was hot and man did he kiss amazing! He broke the kiss and took me to my car, opening my passenger door to let me in. As he guided me down to the seat he brushed his hand across my thigh sending another tingle in my body. Then he went to the driver's side and slid in.

Well, I wasn't sure what would come next. I had my own place but I didn't think I wanted to take him back there. I didn't know him and I wasn't supposed to have sex with him. Turns out he did not have a place. So we decided on a park close to my apartment and not too far from the gallery.

He put his hand on my thigh as he drove, getting instructions from me. We got to the park and he leaned over again to kiss me deeply. I was so excited and reached over to start touching his chest -- I slipped my hand under his shirt. He was warm and smooth. He moved his hand to my breast to touch me lightly on the outside of my dress. I had a lace bra on that allowed me to fully feel his fingertips softly touch my nipple. Once he found the nipple he moved around it and then pinched it lightly. It was getting steamy so we decided to move to the back seat to better position ourselves to touch and explore.

Once in the back seat he resumed kissing and lightly stroking my breast. It was taking my breath away. I wanted more. He must have realized that because he started to move his other hand across my thigh inching it slowly up to my pussy. I had decided to wear panties that night and for a brief moment, I wished I had not. But when his finger softly touched my pussy through my panties I thought I would die. It sent a shock wave through me. It was gentle and soft. Then another finger joined and started to travel the outline of my pussy lips. He was slow, using a circular motion around my lips. He then moved slightly to the side of my panties and traced the outline of the panties edge next to my lips. Being slow and soft until he, ever so slightly, pushed on the edge to pop it up a bit to get his finger under the panties.

I was so excited and ready for him to touch me. Touch my pussy. Trace my pussy lips and find my clit. I was practically begging him with the arch in my back. Pushing my pussy toward his finger. I wanted him. I wanted to feel him flick my clit. I wanted him to push his fingers inside of me to fuck me.

When his finger did find my clit it was wet, hot, and ready for him. I thought I was going to cum just from the sheer delight I felt with his touch. He moved in a circle around my clit very slowly. He was taking his time kissing me, touching me, and urging me to take off my clothes. I had started to travel from his chest to lower my hand to touch his cock. I was slow as I wanted to take my time to discover him. As I started to move my hand over his cock I felt it push against his pants. I stroked him several times outside of his pants and then started to unbuckle his pants. I wanted to feel it flesh on flesh. Once I was able to open the pants I put my hands inside of his boxers and found his hard, throbbing, thick cock waiting for me.

At this point, we are both very turned on and wanting more. But the back seat is creating an issue. And I am not supposed to have sexual intercourse with this man because I had promised my lover I would not. So I did what any sane horny woman would do. I offered to move it to my apartment which happened to be across the street. But I did tell him I could not have sex with him.

We got back into the front seats and I directed him to my apartment. We parked and as we started to go up to the apartment we kept stopping to kiss and grope each other. I got to the door and pulled out my key. As I went to put in my key he pushed up against me to push me into the door and pressed his hard-on into my ass as he kissed my neck and grabbed my breasts. I thought I would die right there as the sensations rolled over and over my body. This guy was turning me on. I was dripping wet. I wanted him so badly.

We got into the apartment and moved quickly to the bedroom. He started to take my clothes off. I told him I would not have intercourse sex with him. I am pretty sure he did not believe me because I let him continue to get me naked. I don't remember if I or he took off his shirt and then pants. We fell to the bed and he kept kissing me and moving his hands everywhere. He cupped my breasts and squeezed my nipples. He moved down to skim my belly and move toward my pussy. He brushed lightly over my pussy and grazed my thighs then moved back to my pussy. He touched me softly and my back arched. I was ready for him but I would not have sex with him. I told him that again. Then he asked me... what can I do? I told him he could go down on me.

I started to push down on his head to move him toward kissing down my chest and belly to move to my pussy. This was exhilarating and powerful. I had a couple of lovers before my ex-husband but they were young and bumbling. My ex-husband didn't explore enough down there to make it great. My lover did explore and bring me to climax many times eating me out. But this was different. This was me being a powerful woman asking for what I wanted and he did it. Each lick was teasing. Each suck was amazing. I was a pure woman enjoying a man bringing me to climax because I had pushed him down to my pussy. He enjoyed bringing me pleasure and I made sure he knew that he was pleasing me by my moans. He sucked lightly and then harder just at the right moment. I was wild. It was so good to feel that warm sensation build in my pussy and I burst out in a loud scream. It was amazing. The best pussy sucking I ever had to that point.

He gave me a moment and let me come down. He came up to my face to kiss me and allow me to taste myself. I tasted delicious. It made me want to kiss him more deeply.

Then he tried to move on top of me to insert himself inside. I blocked him. I had a lover I had made a promise to and I would not allow this man's cock inside my pussy. He was gentlemanly and got back off me. He then suggested I give him a blowjob but I was not interested. It was late. I was satisfied and I wanted to sleep. I felt my male power as I thought -- nope I got what I wanted and it was wonderful. Honest to god he didn't give me any grief about it and we ended up sleeping for a bit. It was already way after 1am in the morning and we awoke early in the morning. I watched him get dressed, call his friend to pick him up, and walked him to the door.

It was an amazing night... for me. I think about him from time to time. But to thank him for not being a dickhead and pushing more on me. And to thank him for one of the best eating out experiences of my life.