Tamara, I miss you (Part 3)

Luckily I had already scoped out a bar not too far from the hotel, not thinking she would be with me of course. We got there and grabbed a table in dark corner, away from the groups of people. We order our drinks, I was really surprised at her order; glass of ice and vodka. She then took out a packet of iced tea mix from her purse and explained, “I mix my own drinks”, and smiled. I I of course ordered an old fashioned. I started talking about work and she cold stopped me; saying,“ I want to know more about you, I don’t want to talk about work”.

So I asked her to ask away. She asked questions about my childhood, and my life with Nikki. The conversation was great; the. drinks made it interesting. Then Tamara asked the question that opened the door; the question that motivated me to take THE chance. Tamara asked me what I meant earlier when I said if I were her husband I would be enjoying her for as long as she would let me. That’s when feeler number three went out. I told Tamara, “If you were mine, I would be fucking you everyday and I would take my sweet fucking time doing so, for hours!” I did not care, I was buzzed and figured I had nothing to lose.

Her response was quick, “Really for hours!?” . Yes Tamara, hours (followed by feeler number four). “I would lick and taste every inch of your body; I would take my time fucking you in as many positions as possible”. Her response was again quick, “Really? Men can go that long!?” . My response was swift and to the point, “I don’t know about other men Tamara, but I can go a long time”. She smiled and muttered under her breath (and I heard every word she said since she was buzzed and loud despite the music blasting in the bar); “Challenge accepted” is what came out of her mouth.

We sat there, staring at each other, smiling, my cock throbbing and the pre-cum oozing out. I noted she was breathing a bit lhard while my heart was pumping hard in my chest.. She then said, “Can I tell you something?”. “Yes Tamara, what is it?” I responded. She then moved over close to me on the booth (semi circular booth, she sat across from me, moved to the right of me). She then motioned for me to move close to her and when I did she whispered in my ear, “I am very wet”. Oh, I was in heaven!. Without saying a word, I took her left hand and placed it on top of my very hard cock. I then whispered in her left ear, “I have been hard for the last hour” and then brushed my lips on her ear lobe and neck, hearing the hard breath she took when I did so, followed by a soft moan.

I then went for it, lightly kissing the left side of her neck and earlobe, I felt her small hand grasping at my cock, stroking my cock head lightly through my pants. I turned her face toward me and gave her a long passionate kiss, parting her lips with my tongue, felling her lips lightly sucking on my tongue. I reached under her sweater, reaching her left breast, feeling a very hard nipple, lightly touching it, feeling her body tense and a moan coming out of her mouth. I then whispered at her, telling her I wanted to taste her, she responded asking, almost in a whimper, what I meant by wanting to taste her. I looked at her and told her, “Tamara, I want to taste your pussy!”. She smiled and closed her eyes, letting out a small moan. I kissed her again, holding her next to me while she vigorously stroked my cock. We left the bar a few minutes alter, holding hands like a couple. She looked at me in a loving-wanting way; I could not wait to get to the hotel!. We were about 15 minutes from the hotel as I backed out of the parking space. I noticed that she had not put on the seat belt and she was on her knees on the passenger seat turned toward me. I asked her if she was going to seatbelt and she said no. So I drove, and thenTamara slowly put her plan into action. As I drove, she pulled my cock out of my pants and held my cock proudly in her small hand. She smiled and said, “I really like this” referring to my cock. She then lowered her head and absolutely surprised me by taking my cock head in her mouth!

Tamar methodically worked my cock head, deliciously and loudly slurping as her lips and tongue slowly worked my very engorged head. I had to pull over, this was torture! She was incredible with her skills! She then looked up, took my cock head out of her mouth and said, “Challenge accepted Carlos; I am going to make you cum before we get to the hotel parking”. I made it a point to drive slow and take my time getting to the hotel. She ALMOST got me, she began to hungrily take more of my cock inside of her mouth, at one point taking most of my cock down her throat. I felt my body tense; she felt it too and picked up the pace on her sucking, focusing her attention on my cock head, I could feel my legs tremble however, I controlled it, I was able to control the orgasm that was creeping up on me; 15 minutes later we pulled in to the parking lot, my cock still in her mouth.

She pushed my cock back inside my pants, smiling and uttering, “I am very impressed Carlos, very impressed”. We walked to our rooms, keeping it professional of course. She told me she needed to say good night to her kids so I figured that’s that. I walked her to her door and she opened the door, reached over and grabbed my cock, once again saying, “Very impressive Carlos, impressive, Nikki is such a lucky girl; she gets to enjoy this big dick”. She then walked in her room and closed the door. I walked inside my room, defeated, thinking about what could have been. I jumped in the shower but still being fully and painfully erect, I decided to prepare myself for a jerk off session.

However, I could hear Tamara singing, almost as if dancing (through our common door). I spied!, I grabbed a cup from the room, placing it on the door. Although muffled, I could hear that she was now showering and happily singing, The water shut off and then I heard her having a self debate on wether she should let me fuck her; of course in my head I yelled, “Yes, fuck him!!”. At one point she yelled out, “Hie tastes so good and his thing is big!” and this of course made me smile; I decided not to jerk off and wait it out. I then heard her speak with her husband (on the phone) she was being nice to him, instructing him on what he needed to do for the kids to get them ready for school.

She also told him that she only took jeans since it made it easier when we walked throughout the factory (we walked the factory on our first visit, we did not do so any other day). And she loudly told him, “Plus, who is going to check me out anyways?”. And I thought to myself, everyone lady, everyone, as I saw quite a few men at the bar very purposefully stare at her ass whenever she went to the bathroom. She then said to her husband words that were music to my ear, “I have to hang up because I need to take care of a really big and hard challenge Carlos gave me”.

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