The Unconventional Mistress

“Mother of…” Now she was the one to pull back and study me. It was almost as if I could see into her head, read her thoughts. There was a lot going on behind those eyes.

She was thinking, maybe she’d give me a chance to take her to bed. As if she had any say in the matter. But that was her challenging nature I guess. She’d probably want to join me on my yearly hike to Everest.

Where the hell did that thought come from? I eased back after one last quick taste of her lips and took her hand in mine to lead her off of the elevator. Her hand fit perfectly in mine, almost as if it were made….

Was that champagne expired? What the hell kind of thoughts are these? I would’ve shaken it off if the move wouldn’t have been too obvious. Instead, I walked her into my home with her hand held firmly in mine. “Good evening Ralph, you’re dismissed for the evening.”

“Sir?” He looked dumbfounded as he’s well aware of how these things usually go. Normally I’d have him stick around to serve and be on hand just in case the lady needed something other than what had been prepared.

But normally most of the evening was spent with me clinically gearing myself up for the grand finale. I didn’t have that problem tonight. Tonight I wasn’t looking forward to a well prepared meal and dinner conversation I just wanted her in my bed, under me. Now!

I locked up behind Ralph and turned to find her standing just where I’d left her. “Restroom?” Her throat worked as though she was swallowing marbles and I pointed down the hall to the guest bath.

“Down the hall and to your left.” I took the time that she was gone to change out of my suit for something more relaxing. She was coming out of the washroom as I headed to the preset table in the dining room.

“Have a seat.” I held her chair out and pushed it back in after she was seated before taking the chair at the head of the table, directly to her right.

I liked her look of appreciation when I lifted the warming covers to reveal the pheasant with a black currant glaze on a bed of summer vegetables.

“I told him to forego the appetizer and dessert. We’ll have that later. Eat!” I lifted my knife and fork and cut into the well roasted bird, while she did the same.

It was a pleasure watching her eat. She didn’t just eat, she enjoyed. The way she slid the food off the fork onto her tongue, the way she closed her eyes in pleasure when the tangy taste of the glaze reached her taste buds.

And when she hummed in her throat I felt that shit in my cock. Her sensuality, that same sensuality I’d seen on the stage earlier was back. Her skin still held a slight flush from our little escapade in the elevator and I reached over to wipe a little dribble of sauce from the corner of her lips.

This time, instead of licking it off my thumb, I pulled her towards me with a hand behind her head and consumed her lips. What was meant to be a slight foray, ended with me pulling her from her seat and onto my lap.

My hands didn’t know where to go first, they wanted to be everywhere. I started at the warmth of her thick thigh and worked my way up under the hem of her dress.

I moved slow, not to give her a chance to call a halt, that door was long closed. But so I could enjoy the feel of her tight warm skin. She opened her legs slightly, telling me without words just where she wanted to feel me.

I teased my fingers along her inner thigh and she pushed my tongue from her mouth and gave me her own to suck.

Dinner was forgotten as I pushed away from the table to give myself better access to her. I felt the heat of her pussy against the back of my fingers as I got closer and closer to where I really wanted to be.

My cock jumped under her ass when I finally came in contact with her fat pussy. My mind went wild with the thoughts that ran through my head just from that one feel. I bet she was pink and soft.

Her head rested back in the crook of my arm as the fingers of my other hand played along her cunt slit through the silk of her underwear. We played around in each other’s mouths with our tongues and I doubt she noticed exactly when it was that I slipped my fingers beneath the elastic leg of her panties.

She damn near bit my tongue in half when my fingers found her bare clit. Her plump long clit. I wanted it in my mouth, could almost taste her, and that scent. My body actually shook this time as I saw our lovemaking play out in my mind.