1. The Joy of Anal Sex


    Date: 2/25/2017, Categories: Anal, Author: Jonathans_Fantasies, Rating: 0, Source: LushStories

    mid-thigh, with a plunging neckline that offered me a peek at her ample breasts and a scoop back that reached almost to the swell of her tight ass. The dress fit her like a glove and she looked incredible in it. She looked fucking sexy but not slutty. I loved it. I got out of the car, and after we had said hello, I opened the car door for her. “Oh, what a gentleman you are!” Joy said, smiling at me. I offered her my hand to help her get seated, and as she sat down in the passenger seat, I couldn’t help but notice her cleavage. Fuck, her tits were perfect, and there was a lot of perfection there! The table at Jardiniére was perfect too. A bit secluded, with a nice white, lace-edged tablecloth, tall white candles on the table and a smooth sophisticated atmosphere. Joy and I had plenty of things to talk about. I wanted to get to know this woman not only as my secretary, but also as a person. During the meal, Joy kept smiling at me, and I knew she was having a nice time. I ordered us a nice Merlot to go with our dinner. After the meal, we started to talk again, and after our first bottle of wine, things went even smoother. We were already down to some rather intimate topics, and sooner or later, we began talking about sex. "Can I confess something? When I was in college three or four years ago, I was kind of wild and now I like things a little extreme when it comes to sex," she said, blushing a little. I didn’t know exactly what she meant by ‘extreme’, but I knew anything ...
    she’d do sexually would be heaven. “So, what exactly do you mean by extreme?” I asked innocently. “Well, that’s nothing to discuss in a place like this. I think we should move on!” Joy said. So she wanted to move on. Okay, I was fine with that. After I had paid the check, we went to the car. As we pulled out of the restaurant parking lot, I asked “So, where do you wanna go?” She thought for a while. “Well, I hope this doesn’t sound too forward, but would you like to go to my place? I’ve got a few bottles of wine, and we could talk better there,” she said, looking at me and waiting for a decision. I agreed, and we drove back to her place. As we drove, I began tentatively "testing the waters" and seeing just how receptive my date was to the idea of something more sensual and intimate. I let my hand casually wander over and "accidently" brush her thigh. When I didn't get any resistance, I tried again, a bit more confidently. This time as she felt my fingers trailing up her leg, she parted her legs as much as she could given the tightness of her dress. "Mmm... I can't wait to get out of this dress!" she said softly. I was all in favor of that, myself! With her parted thighs as license to explore her more, I let my fingers trace the length of her stocking-clad leg, inching slowly higher until I reached the hem of her dress. I paused there, still uncertain just how much liberty I had been given. Joy must have sensed my hesitation because she raised up a bit in her seat and pulled her ...
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