The best non-escort sex I've had recently was a couple of years ago. A slightly older woman (we'll refer to her as Laura - mainly 'cos that's her name
- I'm joking) whom I worked with was scheduled to leave her job at our company and move to Dublin.
Laura had been giving me hints for some time that she fancied me, although I wasn't really interested. She wasn't especially good-looking but she did have nice big tits and she always had a nice tan (which I find a big turn-on). She was a bit emotionally unstable, if you want to put it that way, so I steered clear of her (Ironically I did have a bit of a thing for her good friend Karen, a gorgeous blonde who sadly was equally uninterested in me).
Anyhow in the days leading up to her departure I could feel Laura turning up the heat in her flirting with me. One afternoon me and her were the only people left sitting at a table in our canteen when she proceeded to unpeel and eat a banana. After she put it in her mouth (this actually happened) she looked across the table at me and held eye contact for what seemed like an eternity while gently moving the banana in and out of her mouth. I was so stunned by her forwardness I was too embarrassed to speak and I must have turned bright red. I was also so turned on that I tapped one out in a toilet cubicle an hour later.
On the Friday, the day she was due to leave, again we were sitting side-by-side in the canteen. She dropped a knife or a fork to the ground and bent down to fetch it, her head coming conspicuously close to my lap. On rising she said "oh <banger> I almost said goodbye to you early" before more quietly into my ear
"I need to give you something to remember me by". My heart nearly stopped.
That night we were all due to meet up in Galway city for her going away bash. I was one of the last to arrive and seeing me, Laura (who, admittedly, looked extremely hot in her leather boots and low-cut, cleavage-displaying top) came straight over to give me a hug and a lingering kiss on the cheek. We didn't chat much throughout the night but the continuing eye contact we made across the room spoke volumes. After a drink or two I thought to myself "Fuck it! Life is short".
At the end of the night there was only 4 of us left - me, Laura and a couple of others who worked with us. We stood by the cab rank and tried to decide who was going with who. Laura asked me where I was headed and I just said "Your place". We said goodbye to the others and headed off in the cab. I was already stiff thinking about what lay in store for me.
After we entered her house, Laura barely had time to hang her coat before I pulled her close to kiss her. She was pleasingly submissive in this regard and she didn't mind me giving her tits and ass a good feel while we made out. She pulled away and right there in her front hallway - even though she told me she had a housemate- she dropped to her knees and proceeded to give me that souvenir she promised me earlier in the day
Despite all the incredible sexy experiences I've had with escorts down through the years, nothing was as nasty as that blowjob Laura gave me in her front hall (she later told me her housemate had gone home for the weekend). I can't be sure but I'd be surprised if I lasted longer than a couple of minutes, such was my excitement. Another mystery is what happened to my load after I came (I'd like to think that she swallowed it down but it probably just ended up as a rug stain).
We had sex a couple more times that night before I left her place, sleepless but deeply satisfied, when the sun came up. I've only met Laura a couple of times since that night. I think she may still be living in Dublin but then again, I saw her here in Galway last year pushing a stroller - it looks like she found someone and started a family. All things considered, her fella is a lucky guy.
Whatever she's doing now I'll always be grateful for that night of sexy fun we had, memories of which I'll take to the grave.
(Apologies for this essay of a post. Time flies when you're remembering great sex!
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