You've always found something about a tryst in a coat room pretty sexy.

You look around and see there's nobody nearby, so you step lightly across the hall and into the coat room, pulling the door shut behind you softly. Isaac is looking in a cabinet across the narrow room, but doesn't notice you. There's a high stool for the attendant to sit on that gives you an idea. You unzip your dress and let it slip down your body and puddle on the floor, then perch atop the stool with knees together and perfect posture. You know you must look incredibly sexy with your stockings and heels still on, and your makeup and dark brown hair still nearly perfect. You look like some ideal of sexual desire, like a succubus that appeared from nowhere on this stool to seduce this hot young man.

Oblivious to your presence, Isaac says, 'Aha!' from the cabinet and turns around holding a little bag. He sees you sitting proudly in your lingerie and his mouth drops open for a second and he drops the little bag he's holding. He only hesitates for a split second, glancing at the mostly closed shutters, then takes two steps across the room to you. You let you knees fall apart as he approaches and he steps between them, placing a hand on the side of your neck and pulling you in for a deep kiss. You feel his body between your thighs and reach up to start unbuttoning his shirt, working your way downward one button at a time.

You reach the bottom and he starts pulling off his shirt while your hands go to the hem of his undershirt. You need to see this sculpted body that's already got you wet in anticipation. You lift his undershirt and the masculine contours of his core are revealed; they do not disappoint. Rippling abs and obliques are exposed, and then nicely chiseled pecs. His biceps are impressive, with sculpted facets all around, and you see a hot tattoo of geometric patterns on his arm. You can't wait to feel those arms wrapped around you. Once his shirts are off your hands travel down over his skin, fingertips brushing a nipple and feeling each swell and dip of his abs and you smile up at him. Your hands reach his waistband and you don't break eye contact as you undo his belt and zipper, feeling something bulging and eager beneath.

As soon as his pants are undone his cock springs out into view and bobs gently in the air. Using your best point of comparison, it's about the same size as your husband's. Maybe just a little thicker in the shaft, maybe just a touch longer, but it's got a pronounced upward curve to it that you've never experienced before. You're curious how that would feel inside you, and you realize you're almost trembling with excitement now. It's also uncircumsized and the head is covered with a thick foreskin, something you've missed since your long-time college boyfriend. You grasp it with one and and stroke back, pulling the foreskin down and exposing a perfectly shaped cock head that's surprisingly much wider than the shaft. You stroke it a few more times before he grunts and lifts you easily off the stool. His spins you around and bends you over it, then slides your thong down, leaving it around your ankles as he brings his face to your exposed pussy.

He licks it deeply, then does it again, and again, probing as far as he can into you with his tongue. There's no tickling like you feel with your husband, this is just powerful and pleasurable in your lustful state. After a few more licks he stands behind you and positions himself at your entrance, rubbing his engorged head around to make sure it will fit smoothly. He then slides slowly in and it's a wonderful snug fit, the head gives a lovely pressure inside and the curve feels very different. You though it might hurt, but right now it actually just feels different from what you're used to, and you find that thought quite arousing.

Suddenly you have another thought. You know it's a safe day, but should you ask him to use a condom?