Florida Was Great

Well, the day’s session had been pretty informative. You know, when you go to week long seminars some days are good and some days are bad. As I walked out of the room and into the hall, intending to head upstairs to my hotel room, I heard a voice call my name….I wasn’t aware that anyone really knew my name, I mean I live in Chicago and this was Miami Beach, Florida. I turned around and there was this perky little red headed woman who I had noticed sitting a couple of seats down at the same long hotel meeting room type table that I was sitting in. “Hi, just wanted to talk to you a minute. My name is Ann Mc Allister.” I smiled at her and said, like an idiot “Hi Ann, you are really good. How’d you know my name?” She got this devilish look on her face and put her left index finger on my name tag which was firmly pinned to my shirt. As I just said I felt like a total idiot.
“Hey” she said “I thought you might want to hang out tonight, I’m tired of eating alone.”
I was quite taken back by this, I mean why me. “Well, sure, we could have dinner together, where do you want to go?”
“Well, actually, I’m staying at this little art deco hotel down in South Beach and there are a couple of good places down there we could think about.”
“Ok, Ann, that sounds good. I’m going to go up and take a quick shower, do you want to wait and I’ll drive us down or do you just want to meet down there?”
The seminar was at the Fontainebleau Hotel about 3 or 4 miles from South Beach.
“As a matter of fact, I have to run over to the Walgreen’s that’s about a mile from here so why don’t we meet at the Three Fountains Restaurant in about an hour?”
“OK, you’ve got yourself a deal.”
We parted. I went to the elevators and she went out the front door of the hotel to retrieve her car.
I drove down Collins Avenue south trying to remember just where I should park. I found the garage I had parked at a couple of years before when I was at this same meeting. I parked and walked the two blocks over to the main drag along the ocean. I think it’s like Atlantic Boulevard or Ocean Drive or something expected like that. What was unexpected was Ann Mc Allister. My God, I couldn’t believe my eyes. She was standing at the bottom of the three steps that led up to the outside patio of the Fountains Restaurant. She was beautiful. Her red hair and tanned, freckled face was accentuated by the bright green dress she was wearing. It’s hard to explain, but it’s that color of green that makes someone with red hair…a woman with red hair, simply stunning. And, I must admit, I hadn’t noticed her ample female attributes when I had seen her at the seminar. Not to be crass, but she was probably a 36 C….the dress was low cut and there was a lot of cleavage showing. Not amazingly, her nipples were stiff and plainly visible through the fabric of the dress…I was wondering whether or not she had a bra on. But, by far the most beautiful thing was her dazzling smile. Her face was beautiful to begin, but that smile….wow!
“Mike, Hi, did you have any trouble finding this?
“No, as a matter of fact, Ann, I’ve been down this way before, though not at this particular establishment.”
“Well, I haven’t been here either, but my hotel is just a block south of here. I thought maybe, after we ate dinner, we could walk down there so I could show you the place. It’s really quaint, not at all like the place where the seminar is being held.”
We decided to sit at one of the tables outside. The weather was beautiful and there was a balmy breeze blowing in off the ocean, which was no more than a few hundred feet east of where we were sitting. Ann, for some reason decided to sit next to me, rather than on the other side of the table. I was still mystified, but I didn’t complain.
We ordered our dinner. I decided on a grouper special and Ann had a yellow fin tuna. We ordered a bottle of wine. I wish I could remember the exact name, but I do know it was a Pinot Gris and it was from Oregon.
“Ann, I have to ask you. Why me? I mean there must be a couple of thousand men and as many women at this seminar. Why did you ask me to go to dinner with you?”
“Well, Mike, I don’t want to sound too bold, but I’ve been watching you during the programs and, well, you just looked like somebody I wanted to talk to and enjoy the evening with.”
“Oh, well, I’m not complaining, but, well, I’m just surprised.”
We continued chatting about our jobs, our lives, the meeting, and before we knew it, we were ordering a second bottle of wine. Ann had moved closer and had her hand on my arm. I’m not a prude, but I guess I consider myself a little more reserved. I mean, it wouldn’t have been my style to do that to her, but now that I’m talking about it I really enjoyed it. I took her hand and as we were laughing about something that had occurred during the afternoon session, I found myself gently stroking it. Ann just smiled and put her other hand on my leg. I believe I was getting turned on. She knew it too because as we talked she began running her hand up and down the inside of my thigh. I was getting an erection and hoped she wouldn’t move up enough on my inner thigh to discover this for herself. Foolish thought on my part. Everything about this evening was so surprising. About a minute later I could feel her hand touching the tip of my now stiff organ. Of course she knew what it was. There was no way she couldn’t.
“Mike, let’s walk up the street a bit to my hotel, I want to show you the building.”
I was in a stupor and it wasn’t from the wine. It was slightly uncomfortable standing as I was still quite stiff and I was afraid it would show as we walked. Ann just smiled and we began walking up the street, which was quite crowded. It was about 9 o’clock and the evening on South Beach was really just beginning. About a block away from the restaurant we felt the first few drops of rain. I looked up and I could tell the sky was now quite cloudy. Rain clouds. We were just outside Ann’s hotel when the rain began to fall harder. I didn’t really think I was going to go up to her room, I thought just the outside, maybe the terrace or something. We got in the elevator and went up to the fifth floor. Ann had a small suit which had a bay window that overlooked the street below and the ocean to the immediate east of that. She lit a table lamp and asked me if I would like a glass of this really good sauterne.
“It’s sweet” she said, but I think you will like it.
She put on a Dianna Krall CD before pouring the wine. When she had poured it for both of us she came over to me and we toasted ourselves. She took my glass away and set both glasses on the counter between the kitchenette and the sitting room. She took my hand and suggested we dance. I don’t dance much but I can handle slow ones. She put both arms up and clasped her hands behind my neck, giving me no option but putting my hands gently around her. The dress was, for the most part, bare in the back and I could feel the softness of her skin. She pushed closer and whispered that she was really enjoying the evening, giving no hint that it was to end anytime soon. I found myself running my fingers up and down the bare of her back. We were swaying softly, sort of to the music that was playing when Ann stopped for a moment. I looked to see what was the matter and she moved her lips to mine. I had no doubt what she wanted, she had been in command of this entire evening thus far. I kissed her and felt her mouth open against mine. I could feel her tongue running itself on the outside of my lips. I opened my mouth slightly and Ann pushed her tongue into my mouth. It was at this point that she moved herself against me and raised herself slightly so that if she had been naked her pussy would have been against my penis. She moved in further and rotated her hips a little against me.
“Mike, you feel so hard. I like that and I like it when you move your hands up and down the bare part of my back.”
I did this some more and then moved my hands over her ass, pulling her into me even more than she was. She pulled back a little, not in protest, but to unbutton my shirt. She began rubbing her hands over my chest, making little circles around my nipples with her fingers. I was in heaven and didn’t know why I had been taken there by this beautiful woman that I had never seen before in my life.
“Am I allowed to do that to you?” I asked her.
“Do what?”
“Unbutton you.”
She moved away from me a little, making the front of her dress accessible to me. I noticed that there were three buttons, the same color as the green material of the dress. I unbuttoned each of them and eased the dress off Ann’s shoulders. She let it slip to the floor. She had on a seamless bra, very sheer and thin and I could practically see her erect nipples beneath it. I saw that the clasp was in the front and I moved my fingers down and lifted up to release it. The two cups parted and her breasts were free. They were truly the most beautiful tits I had ever seen. I finished taking the bra off and pulled her into me so that those mounds were against my chest. We kissed for what seemed like a long time when I felt her hands slide down my chest and begin to unbuckle my pants.
“If this is going to go anywhere, we need to expose the equipment” Ann said, with a sexy grin on her face. I just let her do what she was doing. When my pants dropped to the floor my erect penis was peeking out the opening of my shorts. Ann took it in her hand and moved her fingers up and down the shaft as though she were masturbating me. She was wearing only very sheer bikini panties that allowed me to see that she truly was a red head. She took my hand and pulled to what I knew was the bed room. There was a big mirror on the closet door. I turned her to face the mirror and I put my hands around her waist, sliding my fingers over the panties and running them up and down where her slit was. I could see the moisture on the outside of the panties so I knew my new friend was quite aroused. I slid my hands inside the panties and eased them over her hips, revealing vaginal lips that were beautifully swollen and pink. I brushed my fingers through her neatly trimmed pubic hair and felt the slippery lubricant that her pussy was oozing out. I parted those swollen lips and ran a finger between them, realizing how wet and lubricated Ann really was. She protested not. I could feel at the very top of the lips, right between them and right above her vaginal opening, her swollen clit. It was pretty big for a clit and I heard her gasp and I gently teased the very tip of it with my probing finger. She responded by turning toward me and slipping her hands inside the waist band of my boxers. She eased them over my swollen penis and then took it in her hands. Her fingers on the head felt warm and …well, really good. She raised herself up a bit so that she could rub me right in between her vaginal lips. The tip of my penis was wet with her lubricant and I could feel her put the very tip inside of her for only a second.
She turned and led me over to the bed which was already for us to get into. I began kissing her as we laid down. I kissed her lips, her ears, her neck. I purposely avoided kissing her breasts as I went down her arms and belly. I turned her on her stomach and did the same thing down her back. She didn’t make much noise but I did realize she was breathing much more heavily. I eased her over and lowered my mouth to her right breast. I kissed it and then took the erect nipple into my mouth sucking gently and then running my tongue around it. It seemed as though it got harder as I teased it. I did the same thing to the left breast and nipple and then under each breast. As I was kissing her breasts I was running my hand down her flat belly to her soft, red down. Once again I felt my fingers go between those lips and I felt even more wetness than I did before. I moved my tongue down her belly and through her red pubic hair, now partially dampened by her secretions. I moved down further, separating the lips with my fingers and running my tongue between them. The pungent female odor and taste is a taste and smell like no other. I pushed the end of my tongue into her vagina and then ran it below the opening as I stroked the inside of her thighs.
“Mike, I like that…..I can’t talk very well, but…”
“Shhhh”
Then I eased a finger into her opening…then another and I curled them until I felt that special spot inside…a slight swelling gave it away as I pressed my fingers against the warm, and very wet spot…..I heard a gasp from Ann, no words, just a quick intake of breath….at this point I used my other hand to part the lips so that her clitoris would be exposed to the gentle touch of my tongue. I stroked Ann’s clit with my tongue..it was stiff and very wet….I continued to press gently against the inner swelling and I could tell from her breathing and from the fact that she had elevated her pelvic area…that Ann was beginning to climax….
“OH” she screamed almost…”OH MIKE….’” The rest was not decipherable.
Her orgasm continued for several long moments. I continued to massage her clitoris with my tongue and press against her G spot with my fingers. She finally calmed a bit.
She turned towards me, her leg over mine so that her wet and aroused vaginal lips were wet against my thigh. She kissed me on the lips.
“Mike, I want you inside more than ever…put your penis into me…please don’t wait.”
I rolled onto my back and eased her over me. She took my very hard organ and stroked it gently.
“If you do that too much more, I will never make it inside your warm wet zone.”
She stopped and took my member, easing it into her vagina. I arched my back a bit as I felt my self sliding into her silky channel. When I was fully inside her she sat straight up and reached behind her to touch my testicles. They were wet with the juice that was freely flowing out of her opening. The action sent shivers through me and she must have felt that.
“Mike, I could feel your cock get longer and harder when I did that.”
She did it again and I almost lost it. She proceeded to lean forward and then arched her back, a signal for me move myself against her. I moved up and down and from the way she had positioned herself I could feel that her clit was rubbing against the base of my penis. It wasn’t a minute more and she stiffened and began panting quite loudly. I knew she was having another orgasm. I thrust myself up to meet her movements as I let the waves of pleasure cover her completely. Her eyes looked as though she wasn’t seeing anything around her any more. Without saying anything, she lowered her body and began gyrating her hips driving me deeper inside. All of a sudden I began feeling the muscles inside her vaginal walls contracting on my penis. The sensation was something I don’t think I’d ever experienced before. She continued grinding her hips and it was getting to the point I couldn’t stand it any longer.
“Annie, if you don’t stop that I won’t be able to make you come again.”
“Shhh, Mike, I want you to explode inside me NOW…OH PLEASE”
I couldn’t take it any more and let my orgasm begin. I felt that deep tingling at the tip of my penis and pretty soon my entire organ felt that almost painful feeling and then my penis began throbbing and I could feel the intense pressure as my semen shot from the tip of my penis inside Annie’s vagina…..it just kept happening…kept firing, so to speak. I couldn’t talk, hell, I almost couldn’t breath.
“Oh Ann, my god…oh ann.”
She didn’t say anything, she just lowered herself down on me so that he breasts were against me. She kissed me softly as I continued to feel my penis throb inside her warm, wet refuge. I was totally spent as I had never been before.
We lay there a long time. I was still hard inside her and I didn’t want to slide myself out of her, I wanted to stay there forever. We moved on our sides, me still inside. Something strange then happened. I began getting very very hard again.
“Annie, what’s happening…am I getting another erection inside you?”
“Yes, Mikey, just let it happen…I want it to.”
As we lay there I felt her reach behind her and begin stroking my balls. The sensation almost sent me over the edge of sanity. I felt that orgasmic sensation again and I knew I was coming. I felt myself begin to squirt into Annie….and the feeling, though not as intense as the first time, was indescribably delicious. I was totally spent.
We fell asleep for awhile. I woke up and Ann had my penis in her mouth. She was licking it and it was starting to get hard again.
“Mike, come on, let’s shower. I’ve always wanted to fuck in the shower and now’s a good time.”
I felt like I had a sex hangover, if that’s possible. I mean I felt great, but I felt woozy, to say the least. She was already in the shower and I followed. I wasn’t in there two seconds when I was totally hard again. Annie was up against me and she was rubbing her nipples in a very provocative manner against my chest. She reached down and took my organ and inserted the tip in her vagina which was also very slippery inside, a sign that she was newly turned on. She raised her self up a bit and wrapped a leg around me. As she did this I felt my organ slide deeply into her vagina. She began squeezing it with her internal muscles as she teased my testicles on the outside. I felt myself beginning to come and then I sensed the same thing was happening to her. I put my hands on her ass and pushed myself deeper into her and I could feel her spasms of pleasure as I shot into her for a third time that night.
We finished our shower and dried off. I thought I should go back to the hotel and she said
“Good, I’ll pack a few things and then I’ll be fresh for tomorrow’s session.”
I knew we still had a hot night left. We left her place and headed back to the Fontainebleau in my car. As we drove we laughed about the chance relationship…or I made a comment about it. It was then that Annie said
“What makes you think it was chance?