Brad Harris


Part-time wife

CHAPTER ONE

The girl smiled warmly at the tall figure beside her. Her tits thrust invitingly against the soft black jersey of her dress. Her lips spread sensuously, the dim lighting at the bar picking up the tiny beads of moisture. She lifted the drink before her and took it to her mouth slowly. He watched the thrust of the luscious tits. Her eyes dropped to the firm thighs as the soft skirt draped over them. Carl waited for the young woman to turn back to him and make the offer he had been patiently awaiting all evening.

"Well," she said. "I have to be at work in the morning. If you want to fuck we'd better get on upstairs."

He smiled into the moist and seductive eyes and slid from the bar stool. She leaned back against him for a minute, then spun so that the skirt whirled about her legs and gave a provocative flash of nylon-clad thigh. She stepped against him and let her tits mash against his chest for just a moment. Then she took his arm and let him lead her through the cocktail lounge, out into the lobby of the hotel.

Carl Zweig inhaled the exotic perfume which drifted up from her. He shook her arm off and reached around her waist, pulling her against him as they walked to the elevators. His cock was pulsing slowly. He let her tit rub against his side as they walked past the small crowd of guests who wandered through the lobby. Several men he was acquainted with smiled and nodded their approval of his pick-up. They were salesmen, like Carl, who knew the importance of a good fuck at night before an important presentation the next morning.

They stepped into the elevator as the door opened. The tall salesman pressed button for his floor, then waited for the doors to slide silently closed. She was expecting his kiss as he turned to her. Her face tilted upward. Her lips parted. Her tits thrust outward, rising luxuriously in her anticipation. He felt her melt into his arms as he drew her tightly against him. She sucked his probing tongue into her mouth as their lips met. Her body quivered against him, the surging heat of his cock throbbing through pants and dress.



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