I was about a day and a half away from officially declaring myself to be in a drought – it had been a solid 2 months since my last shag, and I was feeling it. As you all know, your right hand can only do so much! But on Friday night the sex gods were smiling on me, in fact their gift was right before my eyes during the previous three days.
There was this international conference we were hosting at work that I had to attend last week, which finished up with a "networking" dinner on Friday night. I had met this American woman, Lucy, who pretty much had my exact job but in the U.S., so I'd been mostly speaking with her during the conference. Anyway, Lucy seemed pretty up tight at the meetings and had laid on more than a hint of that infamous American arrogance. So I was surprised when she asked me if I was going to the dinner on Friday.
"Nah, don't think so" I said "I'm kinda worn out after this week"
Lucy seemed genuinely disappointed, "that sure is a shame," she said in a tone I hadn't heard over the previous days.
I started to explain that I was sure no-one was going to miss me and that she'd get on fine alone when she broke in and really began to nail me about. She started offering to pick me up from my place in her cab, buy me drinks and drop me home.
"I'll make it worth your while" is what she said that finally convinced me to go along.
All of a sudden Lucy had changed her boring tone and had turned on quite a charm, even that annoying arrogance had been transformed into a particularly sexy kind of confidence that was really starting to appeal to me.
So we went our separate ways after the meeting on Friday and I headed home to shower and change. I had a slight inkling that I might be getting lucky that night so I made sure I was well groomed, cleanly shaven balls and all. As you can imagine, two months with no loving had made me quite a horny little man and the mere act of rubbing shaving cream around my dick and over my balls had resulted in me sporting a sizeable hard on. Never one to resist my natural urges I paid due attention to my erection, rubbing body-wash thickly over the shaft and around the head of my cock. After I was well lubed I began to pull myself off with smooth, long strokes while imagining Lucy's warm, wet mouth sliding up and down my cock. I was cumming in a couple of minutes and thoroughly enjoyed the short and sharp orgasm that followed.
After drying and carefully disheveling my hair, I dressed in my charcoal suit and stepped outside to the sound of Lucy's cab's horn. Once in the cab I had a quick chance to give Lucy a once over. Somewhat surprised, I noticed she was quite striking, wearing a perfectly tailored skirt and jacket on top of a low cut cherry coloured top that showed off her ample cleavage very nicely indeed. Only a small amount of makeup and a laid back flowing hairstyle completed the picture.
"Evening Lucy" I greeted her, "you've made extremely good use of the hour we had to get ready!"
"Thanks!" she said, playfully nudging me with her elbow as I slid in beside her. Completely different woman! I thought to myself.
The dinner dragged on just as these sorts of things do – there was average food, boring speakers and everyone was talking about work. It was about 10 o'clock and 5 cocktails into the night when Lucy proposed that this was shit and that we should go back to the hotel bar where we can drink to our hearts' content and don't have to talk about work. I readily agreed.
It wasn't long before we had charmed each other enough for me to suggest we head up to her room.
"And I thought you weren't going to ask" was her reply.
