2 comments/ 14080 views/ 0 favorites Central Park By: maddie01 He stepped out of the front door of his hotel and ran across the street and through the gate leading to the park entry. It was a cool morning, but there was a promise of sunshine later, and the crisp morning air was invigorating. He ran down alongside the cool shadows of the trees and along the grassy landscape following the running path as it wound down into the park even further. He picked up his rhythm and ran for several kilometers eventually slowing to stop for a drink of water. It was then that he noticed her coming from the opposite direction. She was running quickly -- but slowed as she saw him on the path -- her eyes meeting his briefly, and smiling as she passed by. She was small -- looked fit and healthy -- and obviously enjoyed the mornings in the Park. He turned then, and ran back the way he had come, following her -- noticing her long legs, and enjoying the roll of her hips, the movement of her ass as she ran snaking her way up the path, into an area of densely wooded shrubbery and trees. When she stopped, she turned to watch him run toward her -- and she smiled as she did so. He stopped just as he reached her, and reached out and brought her closer to him. Her head slightly to one side, she reached up and kissed him lightly on the mouth, relishing the taste of him -- the sweat and warmth from the run -- mingling with the wetness of her kiss. He leaned further down to her, and put one hand behind her head, and kissed her deeply. She immediately responded to him, returning the kiss passionately, with her hands around his neck and her fingers reaching up and into his hair. He pulled her closer so their bodies were touching, and while they were both slightly breathless -- they kissed again, deeply. His hands ran down her back and across her hips, while hers ran across his back and chest -- liking the feel of him, and the smell of him. He was firm and tight, and she liked the way he was put together -- nice mouth, generous smile, cool eyes with a hint of laughter in them. Long lean legs, beautiful thighs, narrow hips, nice ass, and slightly muscular across the chest and shoulders, just as he should be! His T shirt was wet, and his shorts were clinging to him. Hers were much the same, with her T shirt clinging to her, outlining her breasts and stomach, and the shorts were damp from perspiration. The sun came out from behind the clouds, and was surprisingly warm for the early time of day, and he picked her up in his arms, and carried her further into the secluded area, where he placed her on the grass. He reached down and slipped her T shirt over her head -- kissing her neck and shoulders when it was gone, with his mouth brushing the tops of her breasts. She reached behind her, and unhooked her bra and brought his head down so he could kiss her breasts properly. He kneeled across her then, and licked and kissed her stomach as he moved further towards her shorts -- with his hand reaching under the waistband and feeling the soft flat stomach. He pulled her shorts down and off completely -- and settled to seriously kissing her along her thighs and the inside of her legs before sliding her panties off, and moving to her soft mound. His tongue tasted her, and then probed deeply into her wetness -- using his fingers to further excite her. She writhed with pleasure and moaned softly at his delightful loving of her. Her hands wanted to feel him, and touch him everywhere -- but he was making sure that he took his pleasure of her firstly. His tongue and fingers brought her quickly to a climax -- and she luxuriated in the sensation -- he was a skilful lover, and she knew she would climax again when he was deeply inside her. She sat up just a little, and reached up to him, sliding his shorts down and off his legs, feeling the length of him, and the hardness of him -- and pulling the shirt over his head. His chest and shoulders were very sexy -- and she ran her hands over them -- before her hands found him. She pushed him down on the grass, and took him into her mouth, with her tongue tasting every part of him, and with her teeth nibbling gently along the full length of him and then licking him more as she reached his ass. He took back his control of her, entered her, and she took him deeply -- moving together and loving each sensation it brought, his hands on her breasts, and her hands around him, feeling him move in and out, and opening her legs even further for him. He pulled her closer so he was able to get more deeply into her, and she had her fingers under his balls and along his ass -- he felt so much pleasure he was sure he would not be able to hold on for much longer. She held him tight and her muscles grasped him -- and she moved her legs around his waist so he had full access to her, and she was holding nothing back from him. Within minutes, they both climaxed -- and the shuddering waves of pleasure washed over them both as they again kissed passionately. They both lay back completely naked on the grass -- fully exhausted, but having enjoyed each other so very totally and without any inhibitions -- knowing they would want each other again soon, but for the moment satisfied and delighted with each other. They gathered their clothes and got dressed after a few minutes -- running back along the path as it led back to the entry gate, and up onto Fifth Avenue, where they then ran across the pavement and through the front door of the Hotel, where they took the elevator to their room... Central Park With Sophie CHAPTER 1 It had been many years since I had visited New York. So long that on my last visit the Twin Towers were still standing. So the prospect of a week there on business, with all expenses paid, was too good to turn down. I handed all the details to my P.A. Janet and left her to make the arrangements knowing that she knew perfectly what would and what would not suit me. She had been my P.A. for over 15 years now and we had formed a close relationship – both in work and also socially where our families often got together for meals etc. "One thing I forgot to mention" I said, as Janet started to check out flight times and hotels for the trip. "I need to take an assistant with me. How do you fancy a few days in a smart hotel, in the city that never sleeps?" Janet's face lit up at the prospect. In all the years she had worked with me the height of her opportunities to accompany me had been a couple of overnight stays in Harrogate and the Midlands. "You mean it?" Janet gasped. "Certainly" I replied, "I think you've earned it". The reality started to sink in and then came the familiar female response "But what will I wear?" I smiled and made my excuses to go back to my office to let Janet bask in the glow of my news. Let me explain a little more about Janet and our relationship before I carry on. She is a lovely lady, at 45 about 10 years younger than me. She is a joy to work with and I cannot remember us ever having a cross word. But, and it is a big but, there is no sexual chemistry between us at all. In a way I think that is why our relationship works so well. There is no hidden agenda and Janet and I see one another as work colleagues and friends, but nothing more. I have to admit that there have been times in the past when my imaginary repertoire of females reserved for masturbation purposes has got a little low or over-used and Janet has ( in my imagination ) helped me reach a climax as I thought of what it might be like to bend her over my desk, lift her skirt and take her in a way that we might both enjoy. Little did I know of her own thoughts on the matter. Common sense has, however, always prevailed when we are alone together and the fear of spoiling the wonderful relationship we have, by risking finding out whether my advances would be welcome or not, has always cooled my emotions. A couple of days later Janet announced that everything was booked, direct flights to JFK, two rooms on the same floor in a smart Manhattan hotel and even a taxi awaiting us at the airport. She had even resolved our visa waiver requirements without the need for me to do anything for myself. It showed the efficiency that was Janet's trademark and so I just settled back to wait for the time for our trip to arrive and concentrated my own efforts on preparing the figures and paperwork that I needed to take with us. It was almost time for our departure when I got into work early one morning to find Janet's desk surprisingly empty. Within a few minutes my private line rang. "Hi John, it's Janet". I could tell from her voice that there was something wrong. "I'm over in Yorkshire. My mother had a stroke last night and I had to dash over here. She's still unconscious at the minute and I am just off back to the hospital in a few minutes." "I'm so, so sorry" I stumbled, trying to find the right thing to say. "I'm going to have to stay over here for a while." Janet continued, " I've spoken with the H.R. department and arranged some compassionate leave. But I'm afraid the New York Trip is off – for me at least" . The disappointment was clear in Janet's voice. "Don't worry about that" I said with authority "Your mother's health is much more important. You take as long as it needs. And give her my love. When she gets better perhaps we can find another way to make up for this. " With that Janet made her apologies and left for the hospital, leaving me to think of the best way forward. All the documentation was clearly marked in her desk drawer, air-line tickets, copies of hotel reservations etc. Now it was my turn to resolve things in Janet's absence. I wasn't sure whether to make the trip alone but my colleagues assured me that it would be much easier with someone to take notes and make sure that everything was just right and also there were one or two functions to attend which would be easier with a companion. They suggested replacements for Janet but in every case they were married ladies with commitments to school runs, childcare etc. Given more notice I am sure that several of them would have jumped at the opportunity but it was now Thursday and the flights were booked for early the following Tuesday. The only prospect seemed a younger, unmarried lady but our company was renowned for keeping its employees happy and very few vacancies had ever arisen. I scratched my head and then the perfect solution came to me. Sophie. Why had I not thought of her before. She was much younger than Janet, only in her early twenties and not long out of college. She had been filling in helping other colleagues and had not formed any one-to-one working relationship as yet and so no-one would be disadvantaged by her absence from the office for a week or so. Sophie and I had not had too much contact before. She always smiled if we met in the corridor and there was something quite attractive about her. She wore the usual business type attire but her skirts always seemed a little bit shorter than the norm and her blouses a little tighter too – or was that just the imaginings of a much older man. There was something about her that caused a quickening of the pulse as she walked down the corridor with her cute ass swaying a little but at my age it did not take much to quicken the pulse. There was only one way to find out if she would be able to stand in for Janet and so I rang the main receptionist and asked her if she could ask Sophie to nip up to my office as soon as she was available. CHAPTER 2 About 10 minutes later there was a knock on the door and before I had chance to respond the door opened and Sophie leant through it. "You wanted to see me" she said in a voice that gave a hint that she thought she might be in line for some kind of reprimand. "Come in and take a seat" I replied trying to indicate to her that she was not in any sort of trouble. Sophie took a seat across from me, crossed her legs and smiled awaiting what I had to say. Firstly let me have a re-cap on something I said earlier. I mentioned that she was quite attractive. As she sat there making eye contact with me I had to re-assess my previous comments. As I looked at her more closely than I ever had before I realised that she was more than quite attractive, in fact she was quite stunning. Her hair was brown and shoulder length, her eyes hinted at a naughtiness that was re-enforced by the sexy smile she wore. As she sat there her crossed legs made her skirt ride up to mid-thigh. Her suit jacket was open and the white blouse she wore seemed translucent in my office lighting. I could see the outline of a soft lacy bra beneath which seemed to be struggling to control her firm, pert breasts. All in all Sophie was quite a dish and I so hoped that she was available to join me in New York. Something about her told me this could be a trip I would never forget. I quickly outlined the matter at hand and as I did so Sophie's spirits clearly rose. She had knocked on my door expecting some kind of rebuke and within minutes found herself in line for her first business trip. Sophie told me she was single and still lived at home. She had a boyfriend but he would not be a problem as he often travelled overseas himself, on business, and was in fact away at present. It was agreed she would stand in for Janet until she returned and I dismissed her telling her to get the names altered on the flight tickets and hotel reservations and to make sure her visa waiver position was resolved. She smiled as she left the office and I watched that cute ass disappear back into the corridor with an even more pronounced wiggle. We worked together on the Friday and I could sense a good working relationship beginning and also something I had never felt with Janet – there was clearly some sexual chemistry and there was something in the way that Sophie looked at me that said she was looking forward to this trip as much as I was. Perhaps it was just my imagination but I sensed her look at me in a way I was not used to being looked at during working hours. Over the weekend I found Sophie dropping into my mind more than was good for me. I could not believe I had failed to notice how good-looking she was. I must really be getting old!! – and yet when I did think of her there was a reaction in my trousers that made me feel much, much younger. A throbbing that twice over the weekend led to me having to masturbate to relieve the lusting. And on both occasions the object of my desires was a lady, younger than my daughters, who would soon be joining me on the other side of the Atlantic. Afterwards I felt a little stupid. This girl was more than 30 years younger than me, with a boyfriend who would be much more virile and attractive than me. What could Sophie possibly see in me? Monday came and we spent a lot of time together making sure everything was ready for an early start on Tuesday. The perfume she wore, which at first I found a little over-powering, had now become my favourite. She radiated a warmth of spirit and her youthfulness was infectious. And to cap it all she had the ability to arouse longings that seemed so foreign, longings that, on one hand seemed ridiculous, but which .on the other hand, felt so real. "I hope I packed everything I need" Sophie asked enquiringly " What will we be doing in the evenings?" Visions of romantic meals together sprung to my mind but I did not want to frighten her away before we had even got on the plane. "Oh I am sure we will find something to do" I, at last replied " There is plenty to see in New York. And if there is anything you forget there are lots of places to shop in Manhattan." I ended by adding a little suggestive comment "As long as you packed enough clean panties then we can sort out the rest" In all the years I had worked with Janet I had never spoken to her in a suggestive way but there was something about Sophie that seemed to welcome this kind off banter and flirting. And her response left me, for once, dumbfounded. "Oh yes, I've packed plenty of frillies" she laughed "And any way it's not a problem. I quite often don't bother to wear any, especially when I go out for the evening." She turned and gave me a knowing smile that made me wonder if she was in fact wearing any at that moment!! Sophie was having an amazing effect on me and as we left together that evening I wondered what the next few days together would bring. CHAPTER 3 The taxi picked me up from home at 5am and in 45 minutes I was deposited in the international departure lounge and looking round for Sophie. Within a few minutes she appeared from nowhere. Even at that early hour she looked good enough to eat. We checked our bags in for the flight and went to share a coffee and some breakfast. The chatter between us was light and personal, much more like two people ready to set off on a holiday than on a business trip. Sophie wanted to know all about my family, my background and my career path to reaching my present position whilst I wanted to know about her boyfriend and her own career ambitions. She seemed surprised to know that I was a grandfather already and I wondered if it might have been too early to disclose such information that would make me seem even older in her eyes, but there was something about her that made me feel comfortable and made me happy to tell her anything she might want to know about me. Soon we were boarding and, being ever the gentleman, I let Sophie take the window seat whilst I sat in the aisle. Fortunately the aircraft was a 2-4-2 layout and so there was no-one sitting to my left to distract our conversation as we continued to get to know one another better. I thought about trying to do a little work and letting Sophie get stuck into the magazines she had bought at the airport but there was something about her that made me feel younger and, at my time of life, I wanted to hang on to the elixir of youth that her words and smiles gave me for as long as I could. And, in any event, each time I tried to focus on the papers before me my eyes were dragged to my right where the sight of Sophie's lovely, toned legs made concentrating on work even harder. Sophie was dressed in a smart navy blue business suit but the skirt seemed ever so slightly shorter than usual. From first sitting down it had ridden up above her knee and as the journey passed each movement seemed to make it rise more. Sophie made no attempt to correct the situation and seemed totally happy to be exposing a large amount of her thighs. In fact I think she was fully aware of the effect her legs were having on me as she often caught me glancing in their direction. I was beginning to wonder whether today was a day when she had chosen to abandon her underwear when she leaned across and whispered in my ear, as if able to read my innermost thoughts. "Don't worry, I remembered to put them on today. Didn't want to let the company down" she smiled. My cock began to harden slightly at the intimacy that Sophie felt happy to share with me. At least I now knew she was wearing panties. Now my thoughts turned to the colour and style of those panties. But as she seemed capable of reading my mind I thought it better to try and clear those thoughts from my head and fortunately the stewardess arrived to take our order for food and drink. Now I would be able to lower my meal tray and so, if and when my cock felt the need to stiffen it would be hidden from Sophie's gaze. The meal passed with more chatter and we shared some wine and before we knew it the pilot was announcing that we would soon be descending. I had managed to keep my cock under control and return our conversation to a more normal one but each time I looked across at Sophie's legs I felt a slight throbbing between my legs at the thought of what might lie between Sophie's. Soon we were leaving our seats and Sophie's skirt returned to its normal length and we were off to reclaim our baggage and meet up with our taxi driver. Our business suits and briefcases seemed to speed our way through US immigration much quicker than I remembered when on family holidays to Florida and soon we were passing through a group of taxi drivers holding up name boards. At last I saw the one which carried my name and introduced myself. "Hi, my name's Sam, welcome to the Big Apple" he announced with a smile he had no doubt used hundreds of times before, "Let me take your bags". Sam looked across at Sophie and then across to me and then finally back to Sophie. I could imagine the thoughts going through his head 'What is a stunning babe like this doing with this old guy'. He gave me the smile of a man who wished he could swap places with me. Soon we were in the cab and pulling away from the airport terminal. "Crowne Plaza, Times Square?" Sam asked "at least that's what the lady told me" "Yes, that's right" I responded. "Are you in any hurry to get there?" Sam added " Because if not I could give you the whistle-stop tour on the way, give you some ideas of things you might like to see whilst you're here". It was obviously a quiet day and Sam was mindful of his tip. "That would be fine" I replied "It's years since I was here....and Sophie has never been before and we have nothing special to do until tomorrow." "Ok, leave it to me" said Sam, happy to have been given the freedom to expand his fare, "Are you guys here on business or pleasure" I could note the hint of irony in Sam's voice as he looked through his rear-view mirror at us. As we sat side by side in the back of the taxi Sophie's skirt had returned to the level it had reached on the aircraft and Sam was obviously enjoying the view as much as I had previously. "Mostly business" I said, "But I'm sure we will find the time to have a bit of fun as well". Thoughts of Sophie's legs and what lay even higher sprang to mind but I tried to hide the lust in my voice. I wasn't sure if Sam picked up on the innuendo in my statement but Sophie clearly did. I felt her left hand move gently across my right leg and come to rest on the crotch of my trousers. She gave my cock and balls a gentle squeeze and then her hand was gone. I turned to look at her but she was looking out of the cab window as if nothing had happened. Thoughts were spinning in my head. Despite the fact that the physical side of my marriage had not been great for many years I loved my wife and had never been tempted to be unfaithful and yet here was a young women who seemed able to make me lust for her in a way I had long forgotten. Part of me wished that it was Janet sitting next to me – safe, dependable, unexciting Janet. Instead her place had been taken by someone who seemed sexy, alluring and who was giving me clear indications that she was available too. My mind was telling me to focus on my work, to think of my family at home and not to allow this flirtation to affect my working relationship with Sophie. My cock was telling me differently. In the days ahead it would be a test as to which would be stronger, mind or cock. Deep down I think I already knew who was likely to be the winner if the conflict between the two ever arose. The tour of the city took my mind off more carnal thoughts as Sam displayed his knowledge, and driving abilities, to us. By the time we pulled up outside the Crowne Plaza and he helped us with our bags I was beginning to wonder if it had really happened. If for one second Sophie really had squeezed my cock. I wished I could have been hard at the time and given her more of a thrill and thinking that only served to make it happen for real as I felt those old familiar stirrings down below. Sam helped us to the hotel reception. I paid him and he left us with his card and a "Have a Nice Day". He winked at me and took a last glance over at Sophie. How was it that Americans had the ability to say the most corny things and yet make them sound so genuine. Soon we were checked in and with the porter's help on the way to our rooms on the 17th floor. In a way I was glad that we were not alone in the lift. Part of me wanted to express my thoughts and feelings right there and then but I needed to explore fully what Sophie's take was on the way we seemed to be getting closer and closer. We dropped off Sophie at her room before going to mine, twenty or thirty yards down the corridor. I left her with a smile. "Give me a ring when you are unpacked and freshened up and perhaps we can take a walk to stretch our legs and get our bearings" I said, hoping it would not take her too long. I had spent most of the day with her and already I knew that I wanted to spend as much time with her as was possible before we had to return to the UK and normality. "Ok" replied Sophie, in a way that indicated that she was looking forward to the days ahead too, "Will casual clothes be ok?". "Perfect" I replied "Whatever you feel most comfortable in." CHAPTER 4 My room was a typical US hotel room, large Queen-size bed and all the usual trimmings. I checked out the bathroom which was more of a wet-room with open shower. I altered my watch to Eastern USA time and then got my mobile phone and sent a few texts to my wife and children telling them I had arrived safely. Then I started to unpack my things and put them away in the drawers and wondered if Sophie was doing the same. 'Had she brought a nightdress or did she sleep naked?' 'Would I get the chance to find out or was this just a big game to her?' These and many more thoughts filled my head and then the phone rang. Central Park With Sophie "I'm just going to take a shower and perhaps we could meet in reception in 45 minutes" Sophie announced. Something told me that she had called me with that news deliberately. Why hadn't she waited till after the shower to ring? I figured that was because she was enjoying the thought of letting me know that in the next minute or two she would be taking off that business suit and whatever she had underneath it and getting naked in the shower. She wanted me to imagine soapy fingers massaging her tits and rubbing against her pussy and wishing they were my soapy fingers. If so her plan had worked as my cock started to grow again in my trousers. "Ok. I think I'll do the same" I replied " There is a coffee shop in the foyer. We can meet there and decide where to go. See you soon after I get out of these clothes." I figured two could play at that game. If I was going to have to spend the next half an hour imagining what she was up to then she could do the same. Wondering if I was going to wank in the shower at the thought of what she had done in the taxi. If that was what had crossed Sophie's mind then she was correct as I took off my clothes and headed for the shower, hard cock in hand. I imagined her there with me as the hot water fell all over me and it did not take long to bring myself to a satisfying orgasm that for a moment would release my pent-up lustings for this young lady. I wondered how much better it might have been if her hands and her mouth had taken me to that orgasm but only time would tell. I dried myself and picked out some more casual clothes before setting off to meet Sophie again. I was there before her and had ordered my coffee before she appeared in front of me in a light sweatshirt, blue jeans and trainers. Her hair was still semi-wet from the shower. I ordered her a coffee and checked her out. It was the first time I had seen her in casual clothes. Without her heels she seemed even smaller and there was nothing about her attire that was in any way daring. Perhaps all this was happening in my head and perhaps Sophie loved the way she was able to manipulate men, particularly older men. Whatever Sophie had in mind I knew that I was very much enjoying her company and that what would be would be. She seemed like an excited schoolgirl at the thought of exploring the city. In reality I suppose it was not that long since she had been a schoolgirl. I took a step back in my mind and thought that perhaps it would be wrong to take advantage of the situation. I should try to act my age and treat Sophie with the respect she deserved and try to think of her as my third daughter. I would try to behave towards her in a gentlemanly way and just be a friend and someone she could look up to. With hindsight I was already kidding myself. It was already late afternoon and so there was not too much we could manage to fit in but we decided to head down to Battery Park. Sophie wanted a glimpse of the Statue of Liberty. On Sunday we would have some free time and I suggested that, if the weather was ok, we might take a trip over on the ferry. Her eyes lit up at the prospect. After Battery Park perhaps we would have time to take in the Empire State Building. Sophie was even more excited at that thought as images of "Sleepless in Seattle" filled her head and she giggled at the prospect of visiting the top deck and who might be there. The next few hours flew as we went here and there in an excited haze, enjoying each new experience and most of all one another's company. On a couple of occasions Sophie took my hand as we walked but then had second thoughts as she clearly realised it was not her boyfriend who was accompanying her. We grabbed a bite to eat in a typical New York deli and then I announced that we ought to be making our way back to the hotel as we had a busy schedule tomorrow and because of the time difference it was much later in our heads than in fact it was. Sophie seemed disappointed but realised the wisdom in my comments. "I'm sure we will get lots more chances to explore the city before it's time to leave" I added, which brought a smile to Sophie's pretty face, "And I think we've earned a couple of drinks before we head upstairs. It will help us sleep" Soon we were sitting across from one another in the cosy bar of the hotel. In a way it felt wrong that in a short while we would be heading off to two separate rooms but I was trying to be strong and get my head into business mode rather than pleasure. There was a hint in Sophie's chatter that she was starting to regard me as more than just a business colleague but I tried to dismiss the signals she appeared to be giving out and keep that barrier between us as strong as it could be. There was something so delicious and so inviting about Sophie but, for the moment, I was managing to keep those images to myself. Soon our drinks were over and we were in the lift with a couple of Japanese tourists and arriving at the 17th floor. I walked Sophie to her door and helped her open it. A part of me hoped she might invite me. I felt sure it would have been hard to refuse but Sophie simply turned and said " Thank you for a lovely time" and kissed me very gently on the lips. "My pleasure" I replied, amazed at the softness of her lips and how good just a simple peck from her could make me feel. My cock was hardening and now wishing that she had invited me inside but I turned away before my growing erection became noticeable to Sophie. "I'll give you a ring in the morning, make sure you are awake" I said as I headed for the haven of my own room where my swollen cock could eventually get the relief it needed. Sophie blew me a kiss as I walked away. Soon I was in my large empty bed and imagining that Sophie was there with me. My hands slid up and down the hard shaft of my cock and visions of Sophie sat astride me with that cock deep inside her filled my mind. I could visualise her firm young body rising and falling, taking my cock deeper and deeper inside her as her pert breasts bounced up and down with her movements. Soon my orgasm arrived and I imagined myself pumping copious amounts of my hot sperm deep inside her cunt as she came at just the same moment. The orgasm relaxed me and soon I succumbed to the jet-lag and fell fast asleep. CHAPTER 5 The alarm raised me at 7a.m. and I dived into the shower to shrug off the sleepiness in my body. Soon I was wide awake, dressed shaved and ready for breakfast. I rang Sophie's room. The phone rang for several seconds before a flustered Sophie finally answered. "Trust you to ring while I was in the shower" she spluttered. Good job there is a telephone in the bathroom or I wouldn't have made it. Here I am standing naked without even a towel in reach" "Sorry" I apologised, my breathing deepening at the thought that not too far from me stood a completely naked Sophie. What a wonderful thought to start the day with. I thought about telling her so but my conscience got the better of me as I just mumbled "I'll see you at breakfast as soon as you are decent" "Ok, see you in the restaurant – and I'll try to be decent" she said with a hint of naughtiness in her voice. I sensed she knew the reaction that her revelation of being naked had had and was enjoying the effect she was having. Breakfast passed without much comment, I am not one for being too chatty early in the morning and soon we were taking our briefcases and laptops and heading for a taxi to take us to the first of our appointments. I recalled the last time we had sat next to one another in the back of a taxi and wondered if there might be a repeat. Sophie clearly thought better of it as she kept me totally at arms distance today. The day went well. Sophie reverted into her professional mode and gave no hint of the way we had behaved with one another since our arrival. I was not sure if this was a final realisation that this was only a business trip or if it was just another side to her, a side which hid away the sultry temptress until she chose when and to whom to expose it to. Part of our itinerary involved a semi-formal dinner that evening and as we headed back to our hotel in the taxi Sophie was bemoaning the fact that she only had a little over half an hour before we had to be back in a taxi and on our way to the hotel where the dinner would be held. "I hope I can manage to get everything done" she said, as we headed in the hi-speed lift to our rooms, "I don't want to let you down" "Don't be silly, I'm sure you will look fantastic" I responded in the hope of encouraging her as the lift reached our floor and she sped off to her room. "I'll see you in reception at 7" I said to the back of Sophie as it disappeared into her room. I quickly showered and put on some clothes more accustomed to the evening. I wore a colourful tie that I thought might impress Sophie and make me seem a bit less of a fuddy-duddy and sat waiting for her in the foyer. The lift opened and my mouth opened with it. There stood Sophie looking ravishing in a little black dress that fitted in all the right places. Previously I had always seen her with bare, tanned legs but her legs were now covered in sheer black nylons and a pair of 5 inch heels completed the outfit. She wore just the slightest trace of make-up but her face was perfect nonetheless. "Will I do?", Sophie asked, seeking for reassurance, "I haven't had enough time really" I did not want to seem over the top and said nothing at first. Sophie seemed to take this as a sign of disapproval and her smile faded a little. "You look fantastic" I assured her "amazing in fact" then I lowered my voice to add "It's a good job you can't read my thoughts right now" The last part had not been meant for Sophie's ears but my voice had obviously been louder than I had intended. "So what thoughts are those?" she asked in a provocative manner. "I'll tell you in the taxi" I said trying to change the subject and retain my cool. Soon we were in the taxi and on our way the few blocks to the other hotel. Sophie was determined not to let me off the hook. "So what were those thoughts?" she asked naughtily. I felt unable to tell her the true extent of my lust that the vision of her had created. I had imagined myself lying between those legs, still nylon-clad, slamming my rock hard cock into her tight, young pussy until she begged me to stop, but I did not feel bold enough to share those thoughts right now and so I hit on a much less lurid response. "I was just wondering if those were tights or stockings" I asked. Sophie looked at me with a glint in her eye and replied " Stockings of course. I never wear tights. I just hate the feeling of being so restricted" And as her words finished she looked across at me and lifted her dress to prove her point. I got a brief glimpse of her stocking tops and bare upper thigh which set my pulse racing. I didn't know how to respond but fortunately the taxi was now at our destination and we were alighting. Soon we were being split up by people wanting to talk to us separately and as the seating at the meal was to plan I found myself next to a rather well-endowed, talkative American lady rather than Sophie. Normally I would have quite enjoyed this but there was only one lady in the room who kept filling my thoughts. To make it worse she was seated next to a good-looking American who was only in his early 30's and they seemed to be getting on like a house on fire. It felt wrong to feel the way I did but I have to admit at being jealous at the thought of someone else sharing time with Sophie and clearly bringing out the best in her. Eventually the speeches and meal were over and we made our excuses of another long day ahead tomorrow before we grabbed a cab and were on our way back to our hotel. "Fancy a drink before I go upstairs and send a few e-mails" I said with hesitation. I wondered if my company would suffice now that Sophie had spent time with a younger, better-looking man. "That would be great" Sophie replied without any hesitation, "It will be so good to talk to someone real after this evening" "I thought you were having a great time" I said, surprised by her statement, "whenever I looked across at you it looked like you were having fun" "I just kept laughing and smiling to keep Mark happy" Sophie added, "I thought it best for the company if I kept him sweet." "But you looked very good together, the perfect couple" I joked. "No chance", Sophie shuddered, "And anyway I prefer older men." My mouth went dry as we made eye contact at the end of her last remark. " They are much more interesting to talk to, more considerate, more charming, more attentive. There is something about some older men that makes me go weak at the knees". With that last remark she looked across at me in a way that left me wondering if those remarks related to me or older men in general. I considered asking whether I might be in that category but the thought was laughable and I quickly decided it may be a question that would prove embarrassing for us both. I would hate to put Sophie in a position where she had to spare my feelings by being polite. As she was by now sitting it was difficult to gauge if her knees were weak or not, but I could not imagine myself capable of making any woman go weak at the knees, and certainly not one as delightful and delicious as Sophie. I went to collect our drinks and we sat and chatted. I tried to maintain eye contact with Sophie but that little black dress kept riding up to the point where I could swear I could see the slightest hint of those stocking tops. My pulse was racing and my cock was throbbing with desire for this young woman. "Perhaps you would allow this older man to take you out to dinner on Friday evening" I said with fingers and everything else crossed. "That would be wonderful" Sophie responded without even having to think about it, "Why Friday??" "Well it's Wednesday now and Janet has booked tickets for a Broadway show tomorrow night. It might not be your cup of tea but it would be silly to waste the tickets." "Your right" said Sophie "and being anywhere with you will be great" Sophie was giving all the right signs but I wanted to be sure that this was not some part of a game and that if she had developed feelings for me they were feelings we both could handle. I downed my drink and made my excuses to go to my room to deal with my e-mails. I left Sophie to relax a little and come up alone. I was sitting on the bed with my lap-top when the phone rang. "Hi it's Sophie, thanks for another lovely day. Hope I didn't say anything I shouldn't have." "Not at all" I replied "in fact just the opposite. It feels good to know we older men still have something to offer but I think the jet-lag is catching up on me. A good sleep will do me good once I send the last of those e-mails. Thanks for ringing. See you in the morning" "Night, night" Sophie said and blew a kiss down the phone. Part of me longed to move the 30 yards down the corridor and take her there and then. My mind was in turmoil, half of me needing her more badly than I had ever needed a woman before and the other half reminding me that she was little more than a child and I should know better. Soon I was in bed with a cock that needed Sophie even more than the previous evening and I savoured the prospect of seeing her again in the morning as I wanked slowly and deliberately, wanting to make the extraordinary feeling that Sophie was creating last as long as possible. CHAPTER 6 Sophie was up earlier than me the next day and she was the one down at breakfast first. We exchanged pleasantries and chatted more about the previous evening and were then off again on a day of meetings etc. By 5 we were back at the hotel and grabbing a late afternoon meal before disappearing upstairs to get ready for the show. Broadway is only a short walk from our hotel in Times Square and so there was no need for any rush as the previous evening had been. As expected Sophie took longer than me to get ready but I suppose that's a woman's prerogative but I was, again, far from disappointed by her efforts. This time she wore a smart jacket, long floaty trousers and shoes with a smaller heel. It seemed a shame to have covered up those stunning legs but she looked delicious all the same. Her hair was up on top of her head which made her look older but her eyes and her smile were as sexy and welcoming as ever. Soon we had walked the short distance to the August Wilson Theatre where Janet had booked seats for the "Jersey Boys". I sensed it was a musical that Janet would have got more out of than Sophie as the Four Seasons were much more from our era but Sophie seemed happy to be on the town and was clearly out to enjoy herself. I flattered myself that part of the appeal of the evening might have been the chance to spend time with me. We took a quick drink in the noisy bar before taking our seats. "I meant what I said last night" Sophie said with her eyes towards the floor. "What was that" I replied. "About being interested in older men" she said looking me straight in the eye, " Some older men only have to look at me in a certain way and I get wet just at the thought........ And you are one of them." I was dumbstruck but before I could reply the announcement came over the tannoy telling us to take our seats. I felt a little sorry for Sophie who seemed to be trying to bare her sole without much help from me and so I took her by the hand and led her to our seats. It seemed to go part of the way to helping her as she held my hand tightly, even as we sat together. In fact she was still holding my hand well into the first half of the performance until I had to break our contact to get my handkerchief from my pocket. I expected Sophie's hand to return to her seat but without my hand for support it dropped down to my lap and started to gently massage the crotch of my trousers. My thoughts sped back to the trip in Sam's taxi. Sophie's hand was so soft and gentle but the effect it had was like a heavy weight having dropped from above as my cock sprang to defend itself and started to push against it. This time Sophie clearly had no intention of moving her hand away quickly and as she became more aware of the effect she was causing her massaging became more thorough and more sensual. Soon my cock was fully erect and as my trousers were quite loose Sophie was able to start to squeeze the tip and take a grip of the top of the shaft. I looked around at Sophie. Our eyes met and she could see from my eyes the pleasure she was creating and the only way I knew how to respond was to move my own hand towards her. The programme for the show was in her lap. I moved my right hand towards it. Sophie clearly saw my intentions and took the programme with her right hand and held it firmly above her lap allowing my right hand to slide underneath it. Soon I was rubbing against the crotch of her silky trousers and could feel the outline of her pussy lips through her clothing. She opened her legs a little so that I could run my index finger around the lips and I could even push the soft fabric such that my finger slid slightly inside her cunt. As I carried on I could feel Sophie's clothing getting damper and looking at her I could see she was biting her lip to avoid moaning loudly. Neither of us was now watching the show but then suddenly the lights went up as the interval arrived. Sophie took my hand again and raised it from her crotch clearly not wanting either of us to be discovered. We looked at one another and neither seemed to know what to say. Finally Sophie broke the silence by whispering in my ear "That felt so good. I hope you will carry on when the second half starts" "Anything to please a lovely lady" I said, " and they don't come much more lovely than you" Central Park With Sophie It sounded corny but Sophie gave me a look that told me it was music to her ears. The second half began and my hand started to return to below the programme where I found that Sophie had been busy during the interval, loosening her trousers so that this time my hand could slide inside them rather than on the outside. I could feel the soft laciness of her panties as my fingers began to rub gently on my target. Sophie began to squirm a bit in her seat as my fingers were clearly much more sensitive without her trousers in the way. She had stopped her attack on my cock but that did not matter as I was more interested in pleasuring than being pleasured. She swapped hands holding the programme which gave her the chance to slide her own right hand under the programme next to mine. At first I thought she was about to stop me but then I found she had taken the silky crotch of her panties and pulled them to the right side so that my fingers were at last in contact with her pussy. Sophie gasped as she felt me there and disguised her moan with a little cough. She was soaking wet through and my fingers were driving her wild, especially when I slid my middle finger inside her dripping cunt and started to gently slide it in and out. I felt her start to tense as her first orgasm arrived in record time and I soon felt the warmth of her juices flowing down my fingers and onto her trousers. I longed to be able to bend forward and lick up every last trace but this was neither the time nor the place. Instead I added a second finger to my assault on Sophie and she was soon writhing around again. The lady in the seat to her right must have wondered what was happening as Sophie wriggled uncomfortably in her seat and tried to get the maximum impact of my fingers inside her. My thumb started to rub on her clit as the second orgasm arrived. I looked around and our eyes met. Sophie was clearly in ecstacy but fighting hard not to make everyone around us aware of her pleasure. Her eyes closed as the vibrations coursed throughout her body. Soon the audience was getting so excited from the performance on the stage that many of them were on their feet and this seemed the appropriate time to remove my fingers from Sophie's wetness and let her bask in the afterglow as the sensations subsided. She just looked at me with a look that told me how much she was enjoying herself and that she had no intention of leaving things as they were. It was clear she wanted me just as much as I wanted her and I had the feeling that what Sophie wanted Sophie got. The performance ended and we stood to applaud. "Let's get out of here". Sophie urged. We floated out onto the street amidst the hundreds of theatregoers discussing the merits of the show. The only thing on my mind was getting back to our hotel and being alone with Sophie. We kissed passionately at the end of the block and someone behind us shouted "I think you two need to get a room". Our kiss broke and I responded "We already have one........and we're on our way there right now". Actually we had two rooms but either would do for what we both had in mind as I felt sure that one or other of those rooms would go unused tonight. How wrong I was and had I known what lay ahead I would not have been in such a hurry to return to the Crowne Plaza. The door attendant held the door open for us as we almost ran up the steps to the hotel door. We were lost in the rush to reach the lift and the hope of being alone there together as the lift ascended. I barely noticed the man sitting facing the reception as I passed and then heard him announce "John, I've been trying to get hold of you all evening." I turned to see Dan Tomkins rising from his easy chair. He was someone I was supposed to meet the following day. "I'm sorry" I spluttered "We've been to see a show and so my mobile was turned off" "That's ok" replied Dan" but I need to meet with you.......now" "Can't this wait till the morning" I said with a clear hint of frustration in my voice. "'Fraid not" said Dan "I'm booked on a 6am flight to Boston and I'm going straight from here to the airport. I won't be back in New York until after you are back in Britain. So it's now or never" "Then I guess it will have to be now" I said trying to hide my disappointment, "Just give me a minute to show Sophie to her room and I'll be right with you" As the lift doors closed behind us I took Sophie in my arms and held her tightly. The sense of arousal in her was so evident you could almost touch it. "I'm so, so sorry" I at last managed to utter "What a time for this to happen" "Just when I had finally got you to realise how badly I want you" Sophie replied. "Will the feeling last till tomorrow?" I enquired "This meeting might go on for some time. You get an early night whilst I deal with Dan. You might be glad of the rest tomorrow" I added with a smile. "Promises, promises" Sophie replied with a look that told me that it could be me who might need the rest. The lift was at our floor. I led Sophie to her room, opened her door and gave her one more passionate kiss. "I'll see you tomorrow" I said kissing her goodbye on the forehead, "Nothing will get in the way then." I turned back to the lift and got in. As the doors closed Sophie blew me a kiss. I could see the damp patch still so evident on the front of her trousers and wondered if Dan had seen it too. Inside I felt a satisfaction knowing that I had been able to arouse this young woman so much and yet a frustration that I could not satisfy her fully. Back downstairs Dan met me with a "Sorry if I am interrupting anything". I guess he had picked up on the closeness between us and the way we seemed eager to get upstairs together. "No problem" I replied, trying to make light of the matter but inside wishing that I was now upstairs, undressing Sophie and taking her to bed. "Let's get some coffee ordered and some sandwiches and have them sent to your room" suggested Dan, "this might take quite a while. As long as I make my flight to Boston" CHAPTER 7 Dan finally left sometime around 2.30 in the morning and I grabbed a few hours sleep until my 7am alarm call arrived. Before even diving in the shower I picked up the phone and rang Sophie who was already awake. "I'm so sorry about last night" I said, wondering how Sophie would react. "It wasn't your fault" she replied in a way that made me feel so much better. "What time did you get rid of Dan?" "About 2.30" I replied with a yawn. "As I was drifting off to sleep I was wondering if perhaps it might have been divine intervention and that this morning you might be regretting things about last night" Sophie added. "The only thing I regret about last night is that I didn't spend it with you" I spoke with an authority that would make it clear to Sophie that I wanted her desperately, " And tonight I am going to put that right. I need to make some calls and sort a few things out. I'll see you down at breakfast as soon as I can" I grabbed a shower and shave, threw on some clothes and started to make my calls. Sophie was already waiting for me when I, at last, got down for breakfast. "Before I forget, let me tell you the itinerary for today" I announced as I looked into Sophie's eyes and saw that the longing I had seen the previous evening was still there. "We have the couple of meetings as arranged which should leave us free by 4.30 or so. I had planned that we could have an early finish as it's Friday. But Dan has arranged a one-to-one meeting for me with his partner, Dave Jones, at his office as soon as I am free. I have booked a table for us at Puttanesca. It's an Italian restaurant near to Central Park. I said we would be there between 7 and 7.30. You can get back here by about 4.30/5.00 and get yourself ready and then catch a cab down there. I know how rushed you were the other night and thought this way you would get more time to make yourself even more gorgeous. I'll arrange the taxi for you at reception before we leave. I will get a cab direct from my meeting and meet you there. Does that sound ok?" Sophie seemed impressed by my efficiency as she beamed at me. "I want us to share a romantic meal together and then spend the rest of the night getting to know one another better" I added. "That sounds just perfect to me" said Sophie looking around to see if any of the other diners were listening in to our conversation. I took note of her concern and went over to help myself to the breakfast buffet. As we chatted and gazed longingly at one another I remembered something. "Would you do me a favour this evening?" I asked. Sophie looked at me as if she intended to do me lots of favours before we next shared breakfast, "Anything...just ask" "It's just that you looked so stunning in that outfit on Wednesday evening, the little black dress and stockings" I hesitated a moment "Would you wear the same outfit again tonight? "Especially for you" Sophie whispered, "and later you can help me get out of it" I almost choked on my coffee at the prospect of what lay ahead that evening. How would I keep my mind on the work ahead? Soon breakfast was over and I dashed back to my room to change into my suit etc before meeting Sophie back in the foyer and grabbing a cab to our first appointment. The day seemed to drag as I longed for the evening but soon I was arranging a cab for Sophie to take her back to the Crowne Plaza whilst I grabbed one to meet up with Dave Jones. I kissed her gently on the lips as we said our farewells till later. "Don't forget the little black outfit" I joked. "Don't worry", Sophie smiled back " I want to make tonight just perfect for you" "As long as you're there with me it will be perfect" I replied. Sophie gave me a look of both desire and approval of my comments as she climbed into the cab and blew me a kiss as it pulled away. The meeting with Dave was a bit of a blur. All I could think about was Sophie and what the evening and night had in store. Finally I was grabbing a cab and heading for the restaurant. It was almost 7.30 as I arrived and the sun was setting over Central Park. I stepped inside and there was Sophie looking even more radiant than she had on the Wednesday evening. The dress seemed shorter and even sexier than before and her stockinged legs seemed to go on forever. She smiled and seemed relieved to see me. I later found out her appearance had been arousing interest among the Latin waiters and she was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable as the minutes passed and she was still alone. "Sorry I'm late" I announced breathlessly, "but now I'm all yours" Sophie licked her lips seductively and stood up to welcome me with a kiss. CHAPTER 8 The waiter led us to our table. As I had requested it was secluded and had a view across to the park. We ordered drinks and I held Sophie's hand under the table as we waited for them to arrive. She seemed eager to speak. "I hope you still aren't having any second thoughts about this?" she asked, half knowing what my answer would be. "Not a one" I replied, as our drinks arrived and we placed our food order. "In fact I'm only sorry it has taken us so long to get to this point" "Well it hasn't been for the want of trying" Sophie laughed. "I've been trying every trick I know to seduce you since we got here. Even before we left the UK I was trying to give you signs that I wanted this trip to be fun" "I'm sorry to be so slow on the uptake" I replied, trying not to make it look as if Sophie had been doing all the running, " I'm not used to being the subject of female attention. I genuinely never thought that women saw that way. Janet never talks to me or looks at me the way you do". I blushed a little. "Don't be stupid" said Sophie "There are a lot of women in the office who have the hots for you. And not least of all Janet. I've heard some of the things she says when some of the women get together for a few drinks" "Like what?" I said with genuine surprise. "Janet has wanted you for years but always been too much of a lady to do anything about it. She told me a few months ago that she fantasised about you asking her to work late and then when the offices were empty you would go into her office, unbutton her blouse and play with her tits as you kissed her passionately. Then she hoped you might bend her over her desk and just take her from behind" I blushed at the image of Janet bent over her desk, panties around her ankles and my cock buried deep in her pussy. "But I'm not as backward in coming forward" smiled Sophie. "Janet had her chance, but tonight I'm going to have you for real!!!" Our food arrived and Sophie carried on sharing her innermost thoughts with me. "Every night since we got here I have been hoping that you would think of an excuse to come along to my room. And come in and take me in the same way that Janet wanted you to. Every night I have lain awake in bed wishing you were with me, wanting to feel your body next to mine, holding me, kissing me, touching me, needing to feel your hard cock buried inside me. It's a good job I packed my little toy in my suitcase. It's the only thing that has kept me sane. I'm going to need new batteries before we leave at this rate" I was taken aback and unable to speak at that time as I could not believe the things that Sophie was saying. If she had been so desperate why had she not walked along to my room. But I guess she realised how uncomfortable it could have made things between us if her actions had been rejected. I thought it was my turn to unburden myself as Sophie clearly needed reassurance that this was not all one-sided. "You will never know how much I have been wanting that too" I said " almost every waking moment. But I just could not imagine someone as young and as beautiful and as special as you wanting that. It took all my courage just to ask you to wear that dress tonight. Thank you, by the way. You look amazing, absolutely amazing" "It's my pleasure" Sophie grinned "but I had to make a couple of adjustments. You asked me to dress just as I had done on Wednesday evening. But that would have meant wearing underwear I had already worn. And we wouldn't want that, would we? So I decided on wearing no underwear at all!!!" I gulped my drink and looked down at Sophie's breasts and wondered why I had not realised sooner. Her nipples were so hard and so erect and it was obvious that she wore no bra beneath the dress. " I told you that I often like to go out in the evening without panties" Sophie was clearly enjoying the way she was getting me hot under the collar "And tonight is one of those night!!!" She moved her chair nearer to me and took my left hand before guiding it under the table, under her dress and leaving it between her thighs. "There, how does that feel?" I stroked Sophie's pussy and felt how aroused she was. Even more aroused than in the theatre the previous evening and this time there were no trousers in the way. Her pussy lips were swollen and drips of moisture already made them feel so damp. I ran my index finger around her lips and she wriggled in her seat and pushed against my finger which was soon dipping slowly into her wetness as Sophie started to gently moan as she had the previous evening. "That feels lovely" she gasped in between her moans, "but I've had my fill of your fingers for the moment. Right now I want your cock. I want you to fuck me John, like no one has ever fucked me!! "Then I guess you won't be wanting dessert" I said trying to lighten the electricity between us until we could be alone together. "We can have dessert later" said Sophie licking her lips. I've got some whipped cream in the fridge in my room. I got it from the coffee shop earlier. I'm going to cover your cock in it and then eat every little drop. Unless you want me to save some for my pussy and you can have dessert too? " If I thought my cock had been hard already it grew an extra inch as I hung on Sophie's every word. "Then I had better get the bill and we can get out of here" I said with my finger still inside Sophie's cunt and close to bringing her to her first orgasm of the evening. "Just let me cum for you before we go" Sophie sighed as the waves of pleasure reached her and she started to tighten her thighs around my hand as she started to wriggle even more. I leant across and kissed her passionately to prevent her crying out loud and announcing to the rest of the diners what was going on. Our tongues danced as Sophie shuddered and pulsed against my body before she gradually subsided and her breathing returned to normal. She put her hand on the crotch of my trousers and smiled to find I was already fully erect. "This is what I want now" she moaned. We broke our kiss and I summoned the waiter. Sophie made her excuses to visit the bathroom to compose herself and tidy herself up a little. By the time she returned I had paid the bill and we were soon on our way towards the door. "Shall I get us a cab to get us back to the hotel?" I asked. "No", replied Sophie " we don't want another repeat of last night. and besides I can't wait that long. I need you NOW!!" "Ok" I said, lets take a walk in Central Park on our way back to the hotel." "Perfect" said Sophie. CHAPTER 9 It was dark now as we made our way into the park hand in hand. Sophie's heels clicked as she struggled to keep up with me. "You seem keen" she said with a naughty grin on her face. "I am" I said, "I want it just as badly as you, even more badly probably. It's some time since I've had it and the thought of filling your delicious cunt with my hot sperm is so exciting. My balls are aching for you. I don't think any woman has ever excited me the way you have over the last few days." Sophie seemed excited to hear me talk so graphically and so openly and we hurried on. "I guess I had better tell you that I had a vasectomy many years ago so there is no need to worry about precautions" "I need you to fuck me so badly it wouldn't matter" Sophie replied with a desire in her voice borne from sheer lust. We found a wooded area just a little off the path and headed into it. The overhanging trees made it even darker and Sophie held tighter to my hand as she struggled with her high heels in the undergrowth. Her footwear had not been designed for this kind of thing but they had highlighted her stunning legs perfectly in the restaurant. I was looking for somewhere to lay her down but Sophie's need was too intense. She sensed what I was trying to find but needed me badly. "Just put me up against a tree... and fuck my brains out. Pleeease" she pleaded. That was all I needed to hear and I turned and pushed her backwards against a maple tree. She groaned as she felt the sturdy trunk behind her. We kissed passionately and desperately and I fondled her ample breasts and large, erect nipples through the soft fabric of her dress. I longed to suck them but that could wait for later and as I played with her tits Sophie was busy unfastening my belt and zip until finally my trousers fell to my ankles with the weight of the coins in the pockets. She tore at my boxer shorts like a hungry animal with a little help from me they were soon around my thighs. We broke our kiss to allow me to lower my boxers even more and as I resumed my standing position Sophie growled " Fuck me John, Fuck me!!! I need you so fucking badly. Just fuck me...... Please" I lifted her short dress and cupped the cheeks of her lovely ass and lifted her. Sophie slid her legs around me and up to my waist so that my throbbing cock was teasing the engorged lips of her cunt. She locked her legs behind me as if she had done this before and then she took my cock in her right hand and fed it hungrily to her hot, wet cunt. Sophie was so wet that I slid inside to the hilt in one thrust. She gasped to feel me there and as I started to slide my shaft in and out of her she became even more animated and expressive.