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THE NO TOUCH FUCK

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by JIM48 (carr_3469@hotmail.com) I met Denice through my work. She and I were working on a difficult problem, and it became necessary for us to spend quite a few hours together. Those hours became after work drinking sessions, for several reasons. First, sometimes it was the only time during the day either of us had. Then, we started to enjoy each other's company. Denice was married, mid thirties, blond, nice tits, slightly large ass. I was mid 40's at the time, divorced, but committed to a woman who has since become my wife. I didn't start out liking Denice. She talked too much and listened too little, making our work more difficult than it had to be. But as I spent time with her, I got to like her more and more. I was not particularly attracted to her sexually, but I began to enjoy her company. My wife to be had moved 800 miles away, and I was not going to join her for a year. So, having someone to spend time with, particularly a woman, was a positive thing for me. As I listened to Denice at our once or twice a week encounters, I began to make a few conclusions. She wasn't getting enough attention at home. Her husband was some kind of big executive who travelled a lot. I met him once. He was a big good looking guy, who probably got a lot of pussy elsewhere. Denice was looking for someone to be with and, I figured, someone to fuck. The more we met, the more I got the feeling I could have her if I wanted. As I said, I wasn't all that attracted to her, but I wasn't getting much at the time either. So, I didn't run away. She started hinting about having an affair. I remember the night she asked me if I had ever fucked a woman with a red pussy. I told her no, but I had always wanted to. She told me her pussy hair was red. One night, after quite a few drinks, she just plain told me that she wanted to fuck me. It was then that I began to back away. I told her of my commitment to another woman, and I reminded her of what she could lose if her husband were to find out. For months, I talked her out of it. Finally, one night she got pissed and told me she didn't want to see me any more. I was getting ready to move to join my wife to be, and Denice had had enough of the game. But, as we parted, she promised that it would happen some day. She said that we would somehow meet again, in a hotel, by accident and then she would "fuck your legs off." Well, about 2 months later, and not quite by accident, we did meet in a hotel. Actually, I was invited back by my ex-employer to speak to a group of their managers at an out of town meeting. I readily accepted because those meetings were always more play than work. What I didn't know was that Denice was pulling the strings behind the invitation. Yes, she had talked the big boss into having me as a speaker. Well, what it came down to is a group of us sitting around one evening getting drunk. One by one everyone left, until just denice and I were left. Then she made her pitch. She told me she had a bottle of my favorite scotch in her room and suggested we go there. I turned her down, telling her that I wasn't going to fuck around on my wife. I fucked around like a wild man in my first marriage, and paid the price. I was determined not to do it again. She then began to negotiate with me, offering to suck my cock. Then, she reasoned, I could truthfully tell my wife I had not fucked someone else. The whole discussion got like a Clinton staff meeting. We talked about whether sucking, hand jobs, and mutual masturbation constituted sex. In the end I turned down all of her suggestions. But, I have to admit that the whole thing gave me quite a hard on. Finally, she announced she was leaving. She said she was horny as hell from talking about sex all night and was going to her room to masturbate. She invited me along just to watch. She said if I wanted we could make it a "No touch fuck." What she meant was just masturbate together. She said she had done it before with another guy, and promised me the best sexual experience of my life. I told her I wasn't masturbating with her, but she invited me along to just sit and watch. By now, my cock was as hard as Chinese Algebra and I just couldn't resist. I followed her to her room. She poured me a drink and told me to sit in the chair facing her bed. There I was, drink in hand. She sat on the edge of the bed facing me, then, surprisingly, began asking questions about the presentation I had made that morning. I completely forgot why we were there, as we began to discuss, of all things, work. But, as we talked, she moved her right hans inside her blouse. She had opened two buttons. Now, she was playing with her left nipple. But it was all under the blouse. There was othing for me to see other than the pleasure that was beginning to show on her face. She wore no bra. After a few minutes, she moved her left hand to her right nipple and pleasured it for a while. Finally, she opened the rest of the buttons and slipped the blouse from her shooulders. Her nipples were much smaller thani expected, but very red and very erect. She took turns pinching each one between her first and middle finger, making it harder and even more red. Then she took the blouse off completely, and lay back on the bed. She opened the button and zipper of her jeans and slid her left hand down inside. She had blue panties on, but she kept her hand between the jeans and panties. Her pussy was concealed from me. Then she pushed the jeans down over her hips and moved her hand inside her panties. I could see the outline of her fingers through the thin material of her panties. I could even see some of that red pussy hair peeking over the top of her panties. She kept her fingers straight, just using her palm to put pressure on her clitoral region. As you might imagine, I was crazy by now. My cock was so hard pushing against my pants that it hurt. But I knew if I touched it I'd explode. So I just sat and watched. Now, Denice slipped the panties down. She wiggled completely out of the jeans and let the panties dangle on her right leg. That red pussy was incredible. The hair was bright, but sparse, allowing me to see her vagina quite clearly. Her hand was moving up and down now, putting pressure on her clitoris and with her middle finger slipping very lightly and very shallowly into her opening. She never put her finge rin further than its tip. She seemed to get most of the pleasure from the clitoral area. Then, she began to pinch her pussy lips between her fingers, allowing her clitoris to pop out for me to see. Her hips were moving in rhythm with her hand now and her breathing was very quick I knew she was close. Up to now, she was watching me. Her eyes were staring directly into mine. But now she closed her eyes and her head began to move slowly from side to side. That was it for me. I couldn't take it any longer. I stood up, dropped my own pants and took my rock hard shaft in my hand. I don't have a big cock, but that night it seemed two inches bigger than ever before. I stood next to Denice and came as she did. It felt like a bucketfull of hot cum came shooting out of me. It landed on her breasts. Without opening her eyes, she spread my cum on her stomach and all the way down to that beautiful red pussy. I just sttod there watching, my dick still very hard. She lay there with her eyes closed for a minute or two then asked me to get her a towel. As she wiped my cum off her body. I realized that I had wrapped my hand around my shaft which was still stiff. She looked at it, smiled and asked me to make it come again. Standing there, with her watching, I did, with no problem. Then she told me she had to call her husband and get some sleep. I went back to my room. I only saw her once after that. She was with her husband in an airport. We exchanged knowing looks, but that's it. I have no idea where she is now. I heard they got a divorce. Man, would I like to do that with her again.