High Rise

Sarah drove to the high rise where Jim lived. She pulled up to the keypad that gave her access to the underground parking and took the lift up. It wasn't the penthouse but it was still pretty high up. Taking a moment to orient herself she headed down the well appointed corridor leading to Jim's apartment. As she was about to knock on the door it opened and a tall young man nearly walked into her. "I'm terribly sorry madam" he said as she stepped aside to let him out. He was wearing a black waistcoat white shirt and bow-tie and was carrying an insulated bag "Not at all" she said as she had a moment of confusion as to whether she was in the right place. Then she heard Jim's voice call "Sarah, is that you? Come in, your timing is perfect."

She walked through the door into the living description of a wealthy bachelors applotment. There was no hint of femininity to the place with its stark furniture and liberal use of black and grey. It was immaculately clean and sparsely furnished. It wasn't at all what she would consider a home but it fit Jim well.

He swept up to her and put his hand on her waist and gave her a welcoming kiss on the cheek. Sarah thought it was an overly formal greeting considering what they had been doing last time they were together. A part of her wanted him to just grab her her and get down to it. She enjoyed that thought as Jim showed her around. He was clearly out to impress and she allowed herself to go with it. She had to admit that despite the stark decor it was an amazing place with lots of glass windows showing an incredible view of the city and a lovely balcony with outside seating and a hot tub. "We should have a dip later" he suggested.

"I don't have my swim suit" she said with a smirk.

"I'm sure you'll cope" he replied with a smirk of his own.

He led her to a dining table that had been laid like a professional restaurant and pulled out her seat for her. "I'm afraid I am the worlds worst cook and to be honest I'm usually out so I would love to take credit for this but it's actually from a favourite restaurant of mine." He produced two beautifully laid pout plates of food that had clearly been delivered and plated by the young man she had seen leave.

Dinner was delicious and Jim regaled her with funny stores from his work. This guy is probably the worst boss she thought as all of the stories he was kind of victimising people but he had a good way of persuading you that he was the hero in these tales and Sarah found herself laughing despite herself. The wine slowed as freely the conversation through desert, a simple but incredible tasting chocolate moose.

"So what did you tell your husband you were doing?" Jim asked

He likes to bring up Tom and he always looks so smug when he does. I wonder how much of his traction to me is my marriage? She mused as she told him about the girls night out.

"So you are supposed to be out on the town looking that good? It's like he wants to lose you. You'd have been swamped with men after you."

"The reason I look this good is because I was coming to see you and Tom's very trusting. To be fair until recently he had good reason to be?"

"And what changed?"

"I was seduced by an attractive man."

"Were you now? I must meet him and shake his hand." Sarah rolled her eyes at his awful joke and he chuckled before saying "I never did ask you if you enjoyed last time?" He was smiling like he already knew the answer.

"It was alright" said Sarah dismissively and for a moment he looked like he believed her. "The party was pretty dull to be honest but afterwards," she leaned forwards and said conspiratorially "afterwards was incredible. I've never had a night like it. Ten out of ten." She sat back smiling at him her teeth bright behind her deep red lipstick.

"Never had a night like it eh?" he looked pleased with himself. Sarah shook her head holding his gaze. "Tot even when you were fist married?" She shook her head still smiling. Jim pushed his chair back "Come here" he said with a playful authority.

Sarah dabbed her mouth with the napkin and pushed her own chair back. She stood and walked slowly around the table to him. He gestured for her to sit on his lap and she daintily placed herself on his knee and draped her arms around his neck. "Hi" she said her face close to his.

His eyes wandered down to her breasts. He reached up a hand and firmly cupped one. "I couldn't help but notice you weren't wearing a bra tonight. Those beautiful tits of yours have been driving me crazy all through dinner." They kissed as he roughly groped her chest before moving down to kiss her neck and her bare shoulder.

"I wanted you to touch them" she said through the pleasure of his touch. _I wonder... _she mused before saying "I didn't let my husband touch me once I knew I was seeing you again. I didn't even let him see them. He was so frustrated. I thought his eyes were going to pop out when he realised I was going out braless. He didn't say anything though."

Her words seemed to be having the desired effect as Jim's touch and kisses became more forceful and urgent. His hand was roaming her back and pulling at the top "How do you take this thing off?" he said with hungry frustration.

Sarah was struck by a wicked idea "Tom bought it for me... Tear it."

A wicked grin shot across Jim's face. It looked almost ugly on his handsome features. Perhaps that is his true face, It's vicious and mean and just frightening enough to be sexy she thought as he pulled down hard on the neckline of her top. It hurt a little as the fabric initially resisted tearing before it gave way and her breasts sprang free. Sarah's pussy spasmed at the brutality of the action and the sudden exposure of her flesh. Jim roughly grabbed her tit and put it in his mouth and sucked hungrily on the herd nipple causing Sarah to gasp and grab his head as he hungrily devoured her breast.

His hand slid from her knee up between her thighs. She parted them eagerly to welcome the invasion of his fingers which quickly found her sodden cunt. Jim pulled away from her tit, the essence of that grin still visible on his face "No panties, You're an eager little slut aren't you?" He kissed her.

Sarah held onto his head and moaned from the sensation of his fingers seeking out her clit before dipping deep into her honey pot. "Only for you" she panted between kisses.

"That's right you are a wife for him slut for me? You got that?"

"Uh huh." she nodded as pleasure from his fingers washed through her. He was fingering her quite vigorously now but she was so soaked down there there was no friction just pleasure from his attentions and excitement from his attitude.

"Say it."

"I'm your slut baby. I'm a slut for you not him."

"That's damn right. Tell me slut what do you want to do you want my cock? In your mouth or your pussy?"

This was it. The practise had gone so much better than she could have hoped for. She couldn't understand why most women found taking a cock in the throat hard. She's managed it with an hour or so's practice and she was a novice. "My mouth, please let me suck you. I really want to."

Jim was slightly surprised by not only the choice but the enthusiasm and for a beat he wasn't sure what to say but he quickly caught himself. "Get on your knees and take out that cock you love so much."

Sarah looked ecstatic at the idea and got of his lap and and leaning over him, locking her eyes to his she deftly unfastened his belt and the button of his trousers. She told him to stand up for a moment and she pulled down first his trousers and then took moment to stroke his cock lovingly through his underwear. She was crouched down in front of him as she pulled down his briefs and his beautiful, thick cock sprung free. She looked delighted to see it and looked up at Jim with an excited hungry expression. Not letting go of it she nudged him to sit. He settled in the chair and Sarah got into position between his open legs.

She started with her hands. Jim was looking at her breasts. She wondered how she looked with the torn top draped around the hem of the skirt. She settled onto her knees so her face was close to his dick. She touched it to her face enjoying its heat and the softness of the skin over the heft of the erect shaft. She could smell him. It was mostly the smell of soap but some of his natural smell permeated through and it was intoxicating and masculine. Keeping them soft she fan her lips over the length of it her hands cradling it like a delicate flower. She rested his cock on her face and smiled up at him and was pleased to see he was lost in what she was doing.

She stuck out her tongue and slid it up from his balls to the tip of his head slowing down to glide the top of her tongue over the tip and consuming the little bead of pre-cum that had formed there. She smiled at the taste of it "Delicious" she said before opening her mouth and slipping the head of his dick over the length of her tongue and right to the back of her throat before closing her lips around it, careful of her teeth and luxuriously withdrew it making sure her lips tucked every inch of it as it left and finished with a little kiss on the tip.

Jim sighed and relaxed at the cessation of the stimulation his bravado was gone and Sarah felt wonderfully powerful, feeling like she had tamed the beast but now she wanted the beast back. She took a firm grip near the base and plunged it into her mouth. She felt the tip tickle the back of her throat and she started to salivate but there was no hint of gagging. Every bob of her head was matched with resistance from her tongue which she would release only to have the tip of his cock be tickled by her soft throat and every withdrawal was cradled by her full lips.

Jim was squirming in his seat and exclamations of pleasure were uttering forth at regular intervals. She took him close to the edge of orgasm only to remove her mouth and worship his balls and perineum. Instead of letting him calm down it held him at a heightened state of stimulation. "Suck it again" he said. It was supposed to be an order but there was a hint of desperation in his voice.

She licked the length of his cock and said "Fuck my mouth."

Jim almost roared as he stood up, took a hold of his cock with one hand and her hair with the other. He pushed his cock into her eager mouth. He bumped up against the back of her throat but he wasn't pushing it any further. Sarah was eager to show off her skills Come on I practised for this she though as, on one of his forward thrusts she pushed herself against the incoming penetration and the thick member slipped down her throat.

After a couple of thrusts Jim realised it wasn't a mistake and he shouted "Fuck yea" and began to thrust with abandon.

Sarah was struggling to breath but she was confident in the fact that Jim was close that she wouldn't pass out before he finished. How hot would it be if I did pass out ion his cock? she thought her arousal addled mind overriding her common sense. Before that dark fantasy could be fulfilled Jim embedded his dick deep in her and began to shoot his cum right into her stomach. Sarah's heart was beating hard as she struggled for air but soon he withdrew leaving a trail of his cum over her tongue. His cum tastes better that Tom's, I wonder why that is?

She barely stopped to catch her breath before the was licking at his cock to make sure it was clean until Jim pulled her away. He slumped into the chair and passed a serviette down to Sarah. "Holy fucking shit that was insane"

Sarah knelt on the floor at his feet catching her breath. "Thanks I've never done that before."

Jim just chucked. He clearly didn't believe her but she decided it wasn't worth correcting him. Sarah swung her leg over his and sat in his lap again this time enjoying the feeling of heat from his still firm but no longer rigid cock against her pussy. She really wanted him inside her but she could give him a minuet to gather himself before that.

They kissed for a while before Jim said. "Fancy a go in the hot tub?"