Pat, Fred & Me

Throughout every man's life, there comes a time when he is required to attend one or more professional conventions.  It is equally inevitable that while attending one of those conventions that he'll be tempted with a sexual liaison with an attractive specimen of the female gender.  It was while attending one of those conventions, that Pat crossed the line from contractor representative to femme fatale.

I was attending a relatively boring financial administrators' convention at a well-known Florida beach resort.  The first days' addenda started with business meetings but concluded with hors d'oeuvres and a Hawaiian Luau hosted by several commercial vendors.  Scheduled as a casual pool side affair, for which we were to dress in Hawaiian attire.  Most of the convention attendees wore either casual or swimwear with only the vendor personnel dressing Hawaiian.

Previously I had met Pat (a bank representative) only once in my boss's office. My impression of her at that time was that of a professional conservative banker.  However, on this evening Pat certainly was not projecting a conservative banker image.  Her costume consisted of a small flowered bra top that hardly contained her overflowing breasts and a wrap around sarong skirt positioned well below her navel.  The full length slit on the side of the skirt revealed so much leg, that it proved she wasn't wearing panties.  The skirt, hung on her hip bones adequately covering her buns.  The front dipped low under a slightly protruding belly, to just above where her pelvic hair might start.

Pat's booth attracted the most attention from the male conventioneers.   A steady line of men formed, inquiring about the services of her bank.  Representing the satisfied customers' viewpoint, she asked me to stay and help field questions.  Indicating that if I assisted her, she would make it up to me later. 

After happy hour, the vendors displays closed, Pat enlisted another satisfied client and me to help her carry the display equipment back to her room.  After we stacked the equipment, brochures and handouts in her room, she stated that she wanted to go out for dinner and dancing instead of attending the luau.  Pat offered if we would go with her clubbing instead of to the luau, that she would pick up the check as compensation for carrying her displays back to her room.  For her it had been a long and stressful travel day.   She just wanted to get out and boogie down.  Both Fred and I agreed to escort her for the evening.  She asked us to stay while she changed.  I suggested she looked good enough to me in what she had on.  Her response was that it wasn't exactly disco attire.  Just have a seat and wait for her while she showered and slipped into something more comfortable.  She selected a dark green dress from the closet and adjourned to the bathroom.

While she showered, Fred and I discussed how hot Pat appeared.  He announced that he felt tonight was going to be full of surprises and that at least one of us could end up having her before the evening was over.

Pat emerged wearing a halter mini dress cut in a deep vee to the waist in front and backless to below the waist revealing just a hint of the top of her round firm buttocks.  Throughout dinner, my eyes focused in on, what appeared to be a fine healthy set of 36C delicious boobies.  I lusted to  see if one of her tatas would accidentally pop out of the flimsy material that barely restrained them.  After dinner we went to two other clubs.  At all three locations, she consumed the required two drink minimum.  Depending on the music, she danced equally with both of us. Fred generally danced the more athletic dances with Pat, while I danced the slower body contact dances with her.  My choice of dances provided opportunities for my hands to caress her bare back and down over her tush, confirming she was not wearing underpants.  While dancing close, I let one hand slip discreetly between us to massage her full globes and extended nipples.  Pat responded by pressing her bosom even tighter into my chest and her pelvis into my bulging manhood.  Without the benefit of undershorts, my enlarged cock and balls were graphically outlined through the tight thin material of my leisure suit trousers.   Alcohol consumption liberated Pat's inhibitions and she ended each dance with a kiss and a quick feel of my private parts.

By the 2 a.m. bar closing time, Pat felt no pain and was acting very uninhibited.  Since I didn't drink, I became the designated driver and put Pat in the front seat between us.  This arrangement provided Fred and I the opportunity to feel up the inside of her legs while we drove back to the hotel.  Because she was wearing pantyhose, we couldn’t actually invade her poontang.  She mildly protested our wandering fingers but she didn’t actually stop us.  While she verbally objected to our roaming hands, her moans of pleasure, in response to the intimate touching really, signaled to us a green light to continue 

Arriving back at the motel, we both walked her to her beach front cabana and unlocked her room.  While I closed the door, Fred wrapped Pat in his arms and began French kissing her.  Pat glued her body to his and hung on him in a passionate embrace lifting her feet inches off the floor.  I took this as either my cue to leave, letting Fred have Pat all to himself or to react to her evening's advances and participate in a threesome   Kneeling on the floor, I reached up under her skirt and pulled down her pantyhose.  Her response was a loud moan as she felt the pantyhose being removed, protesting that she shouldn't be doing this.  Pat spread her legs and wrapped them tightly around Fred’s waist, providing my hand easy access to her moist hot pussy. While Fred and Pat explored each other's mouths, my fingers probed her hairy bush slipping easily into her snapper to explore the inner reaches.  Not being rebuffed, I stood up, unfastening the one button that held her halter top in place.  Fred took the cue breaking their embrace as the flimsy material fell from her chest.  Pat stood motionless in the middle of the floor with her bare breasts fully exposed.  I reached around from behind her and cupped both boobs in my  hands.  Squeezing them gently I tossed them up and down like a juggler with ripe melons. While Fred was disrobing, I slipped between them and sucked on one of her tits.  I knelt down and pulled the remainder of Pat's dress down to her ankles.  Now both Pat and Fred were naked. Fred picked Pat up in his arms and laid her on the bed mounting her in the missionary position. Pat spread her legs yelling for me to get naked and get my cock over to the side of the bed so she could suck me while she got screwed.  Pat grabbed my pecker,  pulling me onto the bed beside her head and inserted half its length into her lusting mouth.

Fred and Pat engaged in sexual gymnastics utilizing various positions I didn't know existed. Throughout it all my universal joint was held in her hand in a vice like grip as she orally administered the best head my eight inches had ever received.

During one of many position changes Fred asked if I’d like to have a Pat sandwich.  I stated I didn't know what a Pat sandwich was.  He changed positions, putting himself on the bottom with her laying flat on top of him, he stated that Pat would like it even better if we both had her at once.  With two cocks in her at the same time, Pat would become a two meat sandwich.  I rushed to my wallet, got a condom, tore open the foil, rolled the latex over my salami and hurriedly mounted Pat from behind starting to insert my meat.  Pat suggested I lubricate my rod with KY Jelly to make it easier for her.  I greased my pole and mounted her from behind, spreading her bun cheeks to expose a tight brown rosebud.  I placed my large gland's head against her arsehole pushing forward in time with their sexual rhythms.  Pat let out a cry, yelling, “Push it all the way in so I can feel two cocks fucking me at the same time.”  I must admit it is a pleasurable sensation to feel through the thin wall separating a woman's vaginal canal from her chocolate canal, another man's cock while both are simultaneously fucking the same woman.  It wasn’t long before Fred experienced his second and final orgasm, while Pat experienced several.

Fred dressed preparing to leave, Pat asked me to stay the night and continue satisfying her horny desires.  Although the offer was appealing, I declined, offering the excuse that I was limp after our threesome orgasm and couldn't produce another female satisfying erection.

In the morning, I awoke at sunup, dressed and went to Pat's room to take her to breakfast. Reaching her room, I found the door unlocked.  I entered, finding the room unoccupied.   Her clothes and personal items were still there.  At least I knew she hadn't checked out.  I waited.   Shortly she returned, bouncing into the room fresh from a cool dip in the ocean.  Dripping wet she flew across the room and pressed her wet miniscule bikini clad flesh into my torso.  I felt the wetness silhouetting her physical outline against the front of my turtleneck and thin trousers. Embracing her, my fingers untied the strings of her suit.  Without breaking our French kiss, she arched her torso allowing the scraps of material to fall free of her naked wet anatomy. 

When she broke our embrace, my hand slipped between her legs as the other massaged her bust.  Unembarrassed by her nakedness, Pat continued to carry on a very explicit conversation pleading with me to satisfy her womanly, lustful desires while my hands roamed freely over her nude body.  Yielding to her feminine charms, I lifted her naked body in my arms and carried her to the bed.  I stripped off my clothes and assumed the 69 position.   My engorged dick head disappeared into her mouth, like a marble being sucked into a vacuum cleaner hose. The force of her suction was unreal.  I could feel her tongue licking the underside of my shaft and wrapping itself around my tube like a sheath. While she performed oral resuscitation on my hose, I explored the delicate pink flesh of her vaginal zone with my fingers.   Parting her inner lips and stroking her nibblet with my fingers caused Pat such ecstasy.  She disengaged my member and yelled for me to lick her pussy.  Suddenly, much to my complete surprise, she produced a prolonged series of cunt farts in my face.  This unexpected reaction and odor were so repulsive that I immediately dismounted her.

She begged for me to impale her with my dong.  Instead I decided to give her sex tunnel a ramming she would never forget.  Inserting first three, then four, and finally all five fingers into her nookie’s rubber hole, testing just how far it would stretch.  Finding I could insert my whole hand into her snapper, I made a fist and used my arm like a battering ram.   Forcing my arm up her love canal, my fist pounded against the hard neck of her uterus with such intensity that it caused her to have an instant and violent orgasm.  While she squirmed and wiggled in sexual ecstasy, I continued the jack hammer ramming of my hand and arm against the end of her tunnel of love.  Her body reactions were so violent, that it felt like I had a hundred pound fish impaled on my arm.  When she finally relaxed and succumbed to exhaustion she begged me to withdraw my arm.  Slowly I started inching my arm out of her engorged pussy.  I kept the mass of my hand tight so it scraped along the walls of her tube until it reached the vaginal muscle at the entrance to her cunt and finally withdrew from the opening of her tight hole.

While Pat recovered from her animalistic high, I sucked and bit on her nipples in order to prolong her sexual tensions.  Straddling her chest, I  laid my engorged hot dog between her cleavage telling her to tit fuck my iron rod until my prick spewed forth its fresh cum.  In compliance, she pressed the sides of her breast together until they enveloped my shaft.  Then I dry humped her bongos until I erupted, and I smeared my jism all over her face.  Withdrawing  my hot dog from between her jugs, I told her to lick my dripping red knob dry.

Later, sharing a shower, my fingers intruded every orifice of her body.  She got  down on her knees to wash my joy stick, balls and asshole. Pat continued begging me to fuck her pussy.  She began crying, begging me to put out the fire burning deep between her legs.  Leading her to believe, I would reconsider, I instructed her to towel me off.  Completing her duties, I did the same for her.  As soon as I finished, I pulled her to the bed.  I pushed her down and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Instructing her to keep legs up in the air but to spread them as far apart as possible.   I inserted the fingers of both hands in her slit pulling the lips as far apart as they would stretch, opening her huge pink cavern to my gaze.  I repeatedly beat the soft gaping tissues of her spread pussy with the enlarged knob of my limp willy.   Again, as my face approached her cunt and I started to caress the exposed sensitive tissues, she cunt farted.  I told her I’d never lick her pussy or screw her after she’d farted on me for the second time in one day.

Resigned to not having her sexual desires satisfied, Pat reluctantly slipped into the strapless sun dress and crotchless pantyhose I selected for her. We adjourned to my room so I could change into acceptable convention attire.  We never did make it to the morning meetings of the convention  After the afternoon session adjourned, I drove her to the airport.  During the drive, and again at her request, I finger fucked her to an orgasmic climax.  We never repeated the threesome again. Within the following year however, on three different occasions she performed oral pleasures on me in my office while I sat at my desk and she knelt on the floor behind the vanity shield.  In appreciation for her oral services, I would lay her over the edge of my desk, remove her panties and  finger fuck her to orgasm.   To avoid any unexpected gas odors, I’d stand off to one side,