Any Other Way

Category: Female-Male (FM)
Submitted by: Anne-Marie Age: 39 Gender: Female

I've been loving this site for a while now. A colleague of mine (a junior associate at my law firm) mentioned it in the pub one night and as I'm privately very interested in all things sexual, and I do love to masturbate, I clicked on to it out of curiosity and I've been coming (pun intended) back to it over the past few months with more and more frequency. I find a lot of these stories incredibly arousing and I don't know if it has made me more bold or even more aware of myself sexually but, an extraordinary thing happened last week and I have been wanting to tell it on this site.

I am a senior partner in a law firm in Dublin and I am a busy, active professional. I'm currently single although I have an ongoing sexual "arrangement" with my neighbour downstairs. He's a good bit younger than I am (he's 28 and I'm 39) and even though he is a lovely man, attractive and good crack, I'm not interested in it going any further. We see each other most weekends, always his place as I don't like to spend the night and I feel terrible asking him to leave. I'm a highly sexed woman and it doesn't do for me to go long periods with no sex. He is happy with the arrangement and it's understood that if he or I meet someone else then we'll move on. It couldn't be better for now and the sex is great.

I'm not a promiscuous type and I choose my partners carefully, rarely sleeping with men on the first date. I get a lot of interest from men as I'm blonde, have a good body which is slim and toned (I work out regularly) but I still have curves and as one old boyfriend described "magnificent breasts" (they're fairly big in relation to my body) but, I haven't had all that many serious boyfriends. I'm not attracted to a lot of men for some reason. Friends and family say I'm too fussy but I just like what I like.

I was due to meet with a lawyer from a Spanish firm that we are dealing with in a case last week. He was coming over to Dublin to meet with our mutual client and wanted to meet with me too, separately. We'd exchanged e-mails and the odd phone call and had hit it off quite naturally on the phone as he has a very good sense of humour and a terribly sexy voice. I'd seen a photograph of him in a newsletter that his company publishes and he was the archetypal Spaniard all dark curls and flashing eyes and very attractive. I was really looking forward to meeting him in person and when I dressed that morning my hands instinctively chose my black silk underwear and camisole to wear underneath my dark, fitted trouser suit. I put my hair up and rubbed a little ylang ylang oil into my neck and breasts to soften and scent my skin.

I found it hard to concentrate all day at work, knowing I was going to meet this man. I don't know why but I felt slightly fascinated by him. The black silk of my camisole brushing against my breasts, teasing and hardening my nipples was really turning me on and several times I thought I would have to go to the ladies room and masturbate but I managed to cool down.

It was late afternoon when he arrived straight from the airport. I'd booked an internal meeting room at our offices and reception called up to say he was here. I asked my assistant to go down and bring him up to the room. When she brought him in I could feel my heart beating quite fast and when he saw me he did this thing that I notice a lot of men do when they first meet a woman they find attractive... his eyebrows shot up. I find men do this (do other women agree?); their eyebrows go up and they get a look of mild shock or surprise and are a little speechless for a moment. I think my assistant immediately noticed something was up and looked at me and I smiled at her and thanked her and shut the door.

I motioned to my guest, who I'll call Julio, to sit down. He'd somewhat recovered by now and we made some small talk before turning to business. I think it was easier for me to be in control as I had been prepared to be attracted to him but not necessarily vice versa. There was an issue of "power" with our mutual client that we were discussing and I was explaining my difficulties with him and some of the problems I had had with him over the case and he said "Well, people like that just really want to eat your pussy?".

I internally caught my breath and swallowed. Did I just hear that correctly? I am fortunately blessed with a poker face and it is easy for me not to betray my inner emotions with even a flicker of an eyelid and I continued the discussion as if I had not heard that remark. However, the words "eat" and "pussy" (my pussy at that) were out there, hanging in the air, cloud-like over our heads. Sure enough, within two minutes he used the same expression again.. EAT YOUR PUSSY.. with a lot more gusto this time and a definite smile appearing around the corners of his mouth.

I wasn't sure if this little act had the women in Spain falling at his zipper but it was going to need a different approach with me. He then leant back in his chair, staring me right in the eye, and opened his legs. I looked right back at him and finished the point I was making all the while calmly holding eye contact despite his splayed legs and prominent bulge, and when I finished, I reached over to his laptop on the table and turned it towards him with the implicit gesture of "Can you please look more at your laptop and less at me!".

He smiled and then closed his legs and we resumed the discussion. He didn't try anything on after that and after about forty-five minutes of talking I started to feel a little disappointed and could feel myself (my body) wanting to flirt. He was incredibly charming and bright and funny. And sexy.

My eye then noticed the gold wedding band on his finger and he saw me looking at it. We had wrapped up the business we needed to take care of and he said "Perhaps we could go across the street and have a drink and finish talking there??". I paused. I suddenly had a vision of him sitting across from me with his legs open like before except this time he was holding his hard cock in his hand and was stroking it slowly and deliberately looking at me all the while, deep into my eyes. I was seated in my chair stripped down to my black silk lingerie with my fingers spreading my warm, wet pink vulva with one hand and rubbing and squeezing my nipples together with the other, biting my lip and looking at him.

His soft voice brought me back to the present..."I'm very lucky. My wife lets me be free, she knows I can't be any other way??..

To be continued...

[lb][i]This story was originally submitted to Solo Touch and not published because it violates the rules.[/i][rb]