Baggy Shorts

I melted and he had me with no more than that. This was exactly what I was shopping for. I found myself rising off the barstool and gliding toward him. He had himself unzipped by the time I got to him, and he pulled me roughly to him, my legs encasing his. He made quick work of the buttons on my dress shirt with one hand and the zipper on my suit trousers with the other and pulled me down into his lap. He pulled the tail of my shirt out of my trousers but left me in my suit coat and tie. But when he brought me down into his lap, we could not have been more intimately linked, the half naked construction worker and the suited office manager.

He pulled my pelvis right into his and my engorging dick entered the opening of the fly to shorts and both of our penises were there together in the tented area between where his denim and my silk met at the zippers.

He got a beefy hand in there as well and was stroking our cocks together—mine long and slender and his a regular super-sized sausage—while his thick lips went to worrying my nipples. I arched my torso back and gazed around the room, watching others in various forms of fuck, knowing that soon, very soon, that sausage of his was going to fully possess me. I sighed and trembled as he stroked us together and worked his lips and teeth on my nipples.