Follow the Urge

I stand there for another minute before I can compose myself enough to bend down and retrieve my dress from the floor. I slip it back on over my damp skin and take a deep breath to steady myself before I totter down the hallway on unsteady legs. Each click of my heels on the hard floor sends a soft shock up my legs and fuels the still intense throbbing between my folds.

As I reach the end of the hallway, I find the large wooden door slightly ajar, and I can hear soft, muffled moans coming from inside. I take a deep breath and push the door open, revealing a dimly lit room filled with luxurious furniture and plush carpeting.

In the center of the room, I see the mature lady kneeling in front of the man who has dated me for the last six months, taking me out to the finest restaurants and theaters without ever giving me the feeling that he expected anything in return. He is dressed in an expensive-looking pinstripe suit, his eyes looking down at the mature woman who has her dark lips wrapped around his hard shaft.

I take a deep breath and step further into the room, my heart pounding in my chest as I watch the woman's lip slide back and forth over the man's impressive cock. The man's eyes meet mine as he watches me take in the scene before me. He smiles like he has countless times on our dates before putting his hand on the mature woman's head and gently pulling her closer to his crotch. I feel my heart race even faster as inch after inch of his hard shaft slides through her sensual lips until her nose touches his crotch. He gently strokes her silver hair as she gags on the cock in her throat. Once. Twice. Without any signs of flinching back. Only when she lifts his caring hand from her, she swiftly pulls her head back, and lets the cock slip out of her gasping mouth.

It takes the older woman only a moment to recover from the intense experience before she stands up and turns to me.

"Come here!" she says with a husky voice and points at the ground in front of a large, well-cushioned ottoman.

Without even realizing what is going on, I walk towards the the ottoman, feeling my heart pounding wildly in my chest.

"Bend over!"

I hesitate for a moment before complying, bending over the ottoman and placing my hands on the soft cushioning. At the same time, the woman kneels in front of me, her big, gently heaving breasts directly in front of my eyes. Under the scrutinizing looks of the man, she reaches around my head and gently tugs at the fabric of my dress, pulling it up ever so slowly. Inch by inch, she exposes more and more of my legs and my butt until my whole rear is exposed.

With slow steps, the man walks around the ottoman, gently stroking the glistening shaft that protrudes proudly from his crotch. As I hear his footsteps directly behind me, I realize that he has a clear view of my wet pussy lips that are neatly crammed together by my closed thighs. Just one step closer and he could push his hard cock inside me. Just one step to make my recent weeks' dreams come true. One step to pound my pussy. A shiver runs down my spine and a low whimper escapes my lips.

Another step. But in the wrong direction.

"Fuck me! Please fuck me!" I whisper, lowering my head between my arms to look back at where I hear metallic clinks and low rustling of fabric.

With gentle hands, the woman lifts my head, strokes my hair to the sides, and cups my face, slightly distracting me from the begging throbs between my thighs.

"Patience, darling," she whispers and gently brushes her thumb over my glossy lips, "Suck if you feel like."

I open my mouth slightly, allowing the woman's thumb to slip between my lips, and gently suck on it, making it all nice and wet. I close my eyes as the mature woman pushes her finger back and forth, gently wrestling with my eager tongue as I let out a low moan.