I was on, yet, another trip to do my 'consulting' thing for my former employer. Hubby and I had moved to Phoenix for his job and my former bosses threw a ton of money at me to help them facilitate a smooth transition of the buy-out of a competitor, as well as train a new staff. It required that I fly back to Denver weekly with all expenses paid by the company.
The money was too good to refuse and, in truth, I'm a bit of a workaholic anyway. Hubby traveled in his job and with no kids at home, why not do the consultant gig?
Exactly, so I did...
The buy-out was three months done and the expected bumps in the road were, for the most part, ironed out. Ironed out to the point that I was able to leave the office early that Wednesday for some 'me' time away from the questions, the phones, etc. A rare event over the life of the merger, believe me!
I took a leisurely lunch and decided to do a bit of shopping. Well, looking mostly, just killing time, just enjoying the fact that twenty people didn't need my attention for a change. I was browsing through the casual section at a very 'tony', upscale, Women's Department Store when I heard Val's voice. Never a doubt about it being Val's voice with that honey-dripping, southern accent.
"Sugar? Is that really you?" Val called from two racks away.
She always called me "Sugar" or "Suge", short for 'Sugar-Britches', she said.
"Val? What a nice surprise."
It was a nice surprise. Val was my first bisexual experience when Hubby and I first entered the lifestyle known as "Swinging". Val's mouth dripped honey when she talked but not as much as when she buried her face in another woman's snatch.
"Suge, honey, I thought ya'll had moved."
I gave Val the short version of my consulting gig and before I knew it, we were down the street, sipping cocktails, at a hotel lounge that was nearby.
We got through the 'catching up' crap and had ordered our second drink when she tossed an idea out on the table for me to consider.
"I can't tell you how glad I am to see you again, Sugar, I've missed that fine twat of yours," Val said, smiling at me afterwards. Still smiling, she asked, "So, why haven't I heard from you?"
That explanation of the tremendous amount of work involved took much longer than I wanted but, in the end, she accepted the fact that I'd been a busy little beaver, no pun intended.
"How's your schedule tomorrow evening?" She asked, her hand slipping over mine, her fingers teasing my skin.
"Um, I don't think I've got anything planned," I managed to say despite the palpatations I was feeling from her touch.
Okay...I was okay until I felt her touch. Val has a wonderful, sensuality about her when she's feeling frisky. And she was my first cruise on Sapphic waters. And she had a 'way' of turning me to mush with a touch, a look...hell, truth be told, I always, later, would compare the taste of another woman's pussy when I was going down on her, to the taste of Val's. Most were great but none compared to Val.
Yes, when it came to Val, I was definitely 'pussy-whipped'.
"Wonderful," she continued, "You'll join Bob and I, and a few friends, for a little get together at our place. I'll pick you up at your hotel at 'six-ish', Okay?"
Bob was her husband...a nice enough guy with a boatload of family money, gentlemenly manners, and a thick dick.
Well, okay!, I thought to myself, finding myself immediately horny at the thought of what may be. Who was I kidding? I knew when I accepted the invite for a drink after running into Val that if the opportunity presented itself to bed Val, I would take it. That I would probably get to ride Bob's 'cockus-gigantis' was a bonus in my view.
The next day flew by for me as I made damned sure that there would be no need for me to stay late at the office. Showering at my hotel, I even managed to have some meaningful 'me' time with a wonderful orgasm under the warm water, my 'mind-movie' being that of my very first taste of Val's sweet pussy.
She pulled up in front of my hotel exactly at six, peeling out into traffic before I was buckled into my seatbelt.
"Turn your legs towards me," she said to me, her eyes never leaving the road.
I did as asked, parting them, slightly, when her hand slipped between my knees, her fingers slowly creeping up my thigh, and my pussy starting to throb in expectation.
"Mmmm, but that feels good, Suge," she slowly said when her finger slipped under my panties and found my 'little man'.
