Chance Meeting 2

After the Wash DC conference we each returned to our own homes. Karen, a divorced mother of 2 college aged daughters, lived in a bedroom community near a large mid-west city where she worked in a university. I returned to my job and home in a NW city which was about 1500 miles from her home. So, the dilemma was that neither one of us was in a position to pull up stakes and move to the others area in the short term. If this new relationship was to develop further, we would have to devise something.
For my part I travelled often enough to Wash DC and the East Coast so it was feasible for me to reroute through her city either coming or going to my destinations. These visits are best described as torrid conjugal events. But, let me stop here and give you a little more background.
Karen grew up in a small mid-west town in a very conservative and strict household. For the most part she did as she was told. She excelled in school, graduated with honors in both undergraduate and graduate school. She married while in college to a rising corporate star and had 2 daughters who were within 2 years of each other. From all appearances this was a model family. 15 years into the marriage, her husband came home from work one day and announced that he received a promotion and would transfer to another city in the South. Karen and the daughters were not invited to join him and he began divorce proceedings. She devoted herself to her daughters, her career and her friends.
I met Karen after she had been divorced for about 8 years. With her daughters away in college she began to date. When I met her I would describe her as reserved, a bit guarded, but at the same time friendly and interesting. She had bright blue eyes, amazingly white teeth, very fair skinned, trim but not skinny. She was about 5’3”, looked to weigh about 115-120 lbs and had C cupped breasts about the size of navel oranges. She was attractive by all accounts.
We talked on the phone about every 2 or 3 days and these calls became sexier as time went by. Clearly, she was getting more comfortable with me and more willing to express her sexuality or even try things she had never done before…I was privileged.
On one occasion I announced that I would be stopping by her place on my way home from another trip to Wash DC. I told her when I arrived I wanted to find her with nothing on but the music. She suggested that it might cause a spectacle when she met me at the airport. I was on pins and needles in anticipation during the entire flight. As I came through the arrival gate there she was with a new sexy Kelly McGillis hairstyle (Top Gun) wearing a very full skirt with Native American designs and a matching off the shoulders peasant blouse. She looked fantastic and my head was already buzzing. As we walked to her car I could see her breasts moving under the fabric of her blouse. Oh my! When we pulled out of the parking area, she told me that she was so turned on during her drive to the airport that she was sure she had flowed through her dress. We had about an hour’s drive to her house. I told her that we might have to stop by a motel on the way home. She said she had a better idea. As we pulled onto the free way, she turned sideways facing me from the front passenger seat and put her back against the door. Then, she slowly pulled up the hem of her skirt up to her waist and spread her legs as wide as the seat would allow. There was her beautiful pussy staring at me in all her glory…wet and engorged with a very thin layer of blonde pubic hair! It made my mouth water! Then, she pulled the front of her blouse down to expose her left breast and then the other one. “Is this what you had in mind?” she asked.
It was all I could do to stay in my lane. But, when she put the two middle fingers of her right hand into her pussy, all I could do was groan. I was so turned on I almost came in my pants. She slipped her two fingers into her vagina and then moved them to her clit which was standing out…her fingers straddled her clit and she rubbed them up and down again. She was watching me watch her as I alternated between glancing at the traffic and watching the show. At one point she wet the fingers of her left hand and proceeded to circle the areola of her right breast where the nipple stood out making a perfect cone. Her breaths were getting deeper and longer. A few seconds later she dipped her fingers back into her vagina, pulled them out and reached for my mouth. “Try this”, she said. I took her fingers into my mouth and sucked her essence…delicious! My cock was straining against my clothes to the point of discomfort…I adjusted myself and Karen watched and smiled.
She pushed two fingers deep into her vagina again and pulled them out…they glistened in the late afternoon sun and she said “look how wet I am”, then, she put them into her own mouth and sucked on them with intention. “Can you do something for me?” I asked. “Sure” she said. “Make yourself come for me” I responded. She smiled and said “that won’t take long”. She began to make circles around her clit with the fingers of her right hand while using the flat palm of her left hand to rub her right breast. Her breathing quickened and her eyes narrowed and got a far-away look. Then she gasped and said “I am almost there”. A few seconds later she moaned loudly as she rubbed herself briskly and moved her pelvis up and down. Her orgasm seemed to last about 15 seconds as she continued to gasp and moan…I could see her juices running out of her vagina and disappear into her butt.
Needless to say, the rest of the trip was a blur. When we arrived at her home, she opened her garage door with a remote and I drove directly in. She closed the door and we hurried into the house leaving a string of clothes to her bedroom where we spent most of the next two days. Karen was an uninhibited lover. But, I suppose I will have to describe this on the WL website some day.