I was jealous. Tom, the new guy on my team, had picked up an attractive woman within an hour of us showing up at a bar. Tom's new find, Heather, spent a half hour at our table laughing and carrying on with us before getting up and leaving the bar with him. I had no doubt that Tom was going to have an enjoyable evening. I, on the other hand, was going to go home to a night without romance or sex.
Amy, my wife of 11 years, had lost interest in sex. Not completely, but enough where I was always horny and always irritable. On the occasion where I tried talking to her about our lack of sex, she ended up screaming and crying. What was worse, Amy expected and demanded sexual faithfulness from me, but wasn't interested in giving me the sex and intimacy I desired. And she wasn't about to let me get it anywhere else without taking my house and car. I was tired of that deal and Tom's leaving with Heather made me resolve to do the same if the opportunity arose.
We were in a crowded bar celebrating finishing a long, tedious project for an overseas customer. After spending four weeks in a town of a few thousand people, we couldn't wait until we got back to Chicago. I figured that a night on the town with the company picking up the tab would be a good way to let my staff unwind and have some fun.
We arrived at Moss' around 8pm and proceeded to drink and chat. My guys razzed me for looking around like a kid in a candy store. They were right. I hadn't done that much "sight-seeing" in years.
Looking around, I saw plenty of attractive women. I especially liked seeing so many hard-bodied women and so many bare midriffs and short skirts. Even the women in their 30s and early 40s were showing a generous amounts of skin and looking hot.
As I was standing by the bar watching the younger generation make their moves on the women, I noticed a tall brunette woman trying to get the bartender's attention by waving her hand. Actually, what I noticed first was her ass straining against the tight material of her skirt.
She was leaning up against the bar and as she did, her already short skirt hiked up even more exposing her long legs. Being the gentleman, I flagged over the bartender and bought the woman a drink. I struck up a conversation and was flattered that a pretty woman was giving me the time of day. Gabriella was Brazilian and fit the thin, dark haired stereotype that I had imagined I would see on the beaches in Ipanema.
I very much enjoyed chatting with her about our interests in traveling and scuba. She told me it was nice that I was taking my group out and then she switched gears on me and asked me how I was planning on picking up women wearing a Chihuahua-print tie. I told her about my three very cute Chihuahuas at home, and that I was married and wasn't planning on picking up women. She smiled and said that she'd like to take our conversation to a table.
My heart beat noticeably faster when I realized she wanted to continue our chat. I was even happier to see her skirt hike up to mid-thigh when she sat down. She caught me looking down at her legs. Instead of pulling her skirt down, she took my hand firmly in hers and placed it on her thigh. My stomach started to knot as I touched another woman intimately for the first time in twelve years. I gently rubbed her legs and leaned closer to her.
"That feels nice", she said.
In reply, I slid my hand further up her legs. Seeing her smile, I gradually moved my hands towards her crotch to see how far she would let me go. After a few moments of gently stroking the soft skin of her thighs, I knew I just had to go for it. I slid my hands into her panties. I expected to feel a thick mat of hair like my wife's, but what I felt surprised the hell out of me.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Nothing. There's no hair!"
"Ahhh, American women are just learning to wax."
She slouched back and put a leg up on a chair. With such easy access to her cunt, I ran my fingers up and down her smooth lips and found only a small patch of hair above her slit. I rolled her clit between her hairless outer lips and enjoyed watching her close her eyes and savor my touch.
I'd only seen shaved pussies in magazines and wasn't going to miss an opportunity to see and taste the treasure between Gabriella's legs. While I fingered her, she sipped her drink until she could no longer keep her hands steady. I suggested we take what was going on under the table to a more private location. She smiled as she stood up and offered me her hand.
The walk to my building was mercifully brief. On the way up to the 52nd floor, she started kissing me with light kisses, but by the time the elevator door opened, she had her tongue in my mouth and was squeezing my cock through my pants.
Once in my office, I locked the door and pulled the blinds shut. Gabriella took the lead, which was fine with me as I was nervous. She leaned up against my desk and let her skirt drop to the carpet. Only a deep blue g-string was hiding her hairless pussy from my view. As she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, all I could do was stare at her.
"Are you going to pull down my panties?" she asked.
I didn't need to be told twice. I got down on my knees in front of Gabriella and nuzzled my face into her panties while rubbing her ass. Her panties were damp and I needed to get them off so I could give her pussy a kiss. I slid her g-string down to the floor while looking up into her face.
Uncovered, I planted a kiss on her mons. The first thing I noticed was that without hair, her inner lips were very visible. I sucked them into my mouth and then kissed my way up to her face.
While I undressed, she leaned back on my desk and spread her legs wide.
"It's a nice pussy, don't you think?" she asked as her fingers massaged her clit.
