Politely say, 'no'

She dropped the top of her dress, revealing her luscious tits in a half-cup strapless bra. I was shocked by her coming on to me. Not that I didn't think she was imminently fuckable, but I'd known her since before I was a teenager. "Mrs. Heisner, I really don't think this is the time t-mmpph." My sentence was cut off by her passionate kiss. Her lips were hot and moist, and her tongue thrust through my lips like a spoon through warm pudding. She sucked at my tongue and swirled hers all over the inside of my mouth. She knew all the places to probe -- the roof of my mouth, under my tongue, my soft palate. Her hand was on my pants, fondling my balls in the tux pants.

She broke the kiss and whispered in my ear, "Please call me Nicole." Her breath was warm and sensual, and her voice was low and sexy. She squeezed my package and started caressing it. Her arm was around my neck and her mouth sucked on my earlobe. She rubbed her leg and body up and down me like I was a pole in a strip joint. Again her breath on my ear made me melt, as she said huskily, "What's it take to get you going? What do I have to do to make you lose control of yourself?" Her polished fingertips teased at my nipples through the fancy shirt.

I moaned, unable to move from her onslaught. She returned to my pants, unzipping them, and fished my bulging cock out of my boxers. Her hands tingled on my skin, sending intense pleasure up and down my spine.