1. A Very Hot Confession


    Date: 8/18/2016, Categories: Quickie Sex, Author: HotLittleMoments, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    playing fantasy games with my little lace strings?” It was Ambrose’s turn to wink. “Not at all,” he said. “I put on that really tiny black lace bra and string of yours the night I couldn’t reach you in Milan and had a very hot fantasy.” She looked directly at him. “I’ll tell you about Milan some other time Ambrose. Tonight I want to tell you about Paris.” His cock, which had been temporarily resting half-erect, shot up vertically. “You little minx,” he said with a laugh. “You were only away just over two weeks.” Em looked at him directly, again, this time with a firm expression. “Paris,” she said. Ambrose always knew when to shut up. This was one of those times. “It was nineteen days,” she said. “I had a little fun with a very ardent suitor.” Ambrose thought: Of course you did. “I was very naughty,” she said. Ambrose thought: Of course you were. Em said, “I played cock-tease.” She paused for effect. She was a great story-teller. “He’d made a discreet play the very first day I was there, over lunch with the board. He was present as some kind of co-opted member for the session. A very bright young man, some sort of engineer but also a linguist and as it turned out, a bon-vivant. “He was a lot younger than me. I got a little thrill out of playing the disinterested older woman. I could see it was driving him mad through the rest of the business session that day. Afterwards he asked me if I would go for a drink with him. I said no. “The next day he looked a bit hang-dog and tried ...
    to be distant. I could see it wasn’t working for him, poor chap. He tried me again at lunch, discreetly. I turned him down, nicely but firmly. Of course, I was interested. He was built like a rugby football forward – and actually it turned out he did play rugby. “By break-up time on the second day, which was also the last, he was desperate, poor fellow. He swallowed his pride and cornered me as I was having an aperitif in the boardroom annexe. “He asked me please to do him the honour of having dinner with him that evening. So I relented and said yes, as long as he understood that it was only dinner. He looked very disappointed but of course said yes. “I said I’d meet him at whichever restaurant he nominated. He said he would book at a three-stars-rated place in Place de Vosges in the Fourth Arrondissement and I said I would see him there at seven o’clock. “I could see that he was disappointed with my formality and the obvious – to him – unlikelihood that he would achieve his own desired outcome that evening, but there was anticipation there too. Perhaps he was thinking he might be able to talk me into it over dinner. Or of course, since he knew I would be back in Paris from time to time, hope was springing eternal.” Em paused in her narrative. “It was delicious. I am such a bitch.” Ambrose smiled at his lovely hot wife. “Yes, you are,” he said. Em stuck her sexy tongue out at him. “I’m a cock-sucking bitch,” she said, shifting her gaze to Ambrose’s erect member. It twitched ...
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