John Adams: Wild young wife

"Yes, I'll give Mr. Brenner the message. I'm sure he will return your call very soon. Thank you for calling Brenner Products."

Lynn Walker placed the phone receiver back into the cradle. She smiled as she filled in the date and time on the message slip. She had reason to smile, for she had done well in her first month on the job.

"Package for Mr. Thorsen."

Lynn heard the muffled voice through the glass. She reached up and pushed the glass partition aside. A young man was standing in the reception area. He held a small package out to her and grinned smugly. "Well, lady. Do you want it?"

Lynn stared at the long-haired youth for a moment. She saw his eyes drop to admire her big tits. She smiled, and straightened her shoulders. The front of her sweater bulged.

"Who's it for?" she said, reaching for the package.

"I told you, Mr. Thorsen," the young man said. He pushed his hands into the pockets of his jeans and waited for her to sign the receipt. He continued to stare at the pretty receptionist. He admired her long, brown hair, and wondered what her jugs looked like without the blouse over them.

Lynn handed him the receipt. She was enjoying the reaction she was getting from him.

"I'm supposed to pick up a big envelope," he said. "It's for the Quickie Messenger Service."

Lynn turned in her chair to look on the credenza behind her desk. She saw the envelope. She got up from her seat and reached for it, causing her short skirt to ride up.

"I knew it!" the messenger said when she leaned over to pick up the envelope.

"Knew what?" Lynn asked.

"That your legs would look as good as the rest of you," he grinned broadly.

"Thank you," Lynn said. "Now, do you mind if I get back to work?" She smiled at the young man and started to slide the glass back.

"My name is Mike! I'll be back in again to see you!" the aggressive messenger shouted through the glass.

Lynn laughed and sat down at her desk as he left. She squeezed her lush thighs together. The hungry ache in her cunt was still there. Glancing at the clock, she saw the five minutes remained before the day would end. Her stiff clit began to throb as she thought of her plans for after work.

Her husband, Brad, had not been the least suspicious when she phoned that she would be late tonight. She had expected that reaction from him. Stopping for a drink with one of the girls in the office was as good an excuse as any. He had no way of knowing what she really had planned. Lynn smiled to herself while she drummed her pencil on the desk. Brad would croak if he knew the truth.

Too nervous to wait any longer, the pretty brunette jumped up from her seat and grabbed her purse. She didn't even bother to tell anyone she was leaving. She rushed out of the office toward the elevators, her big tits bouncing around under her sweater.

"Hold it, please!" she shouted when she saw the door about to close on the elevator.

"You just made it!" the balding, middle-aged man in the elevator smiled as Lynn slipped through the closing doors. He stared hungrily at the big-titted young woman, and thought about the old fat wife he was going home to.

Lynn smiled at the man as she breathed heavily.

She knew he was gaping at her. The stiff nipples of her braless tits were clearly outlined under her thin sweater.

"Good night!" Lynn smiled as the doors opened at the main floor of the building. She deliberately let her tit press against the man's arm as they left the elevator. She laughed to herself as she thought that it must be the biggest thrill the man had had for a long time.

The early-spring air was refreshing when she left the building from the Thirty-fourth Street exit. New York was a big, crowded place, but the excited wife hardly noticed the people rushing home. She quickly walked the three blocks to the Dorsley Hotel.

The Dorsley Lounge was just off the main lobby of the big, sophisticated hotel. Lynn walked into the lobby. She smiled at the double-take she got from the doorman. Pausing next to the entrance of the bar, she smoothed her sweater down. Her heart pounding with excitement, she walked slowly into the dark, smoky lounge.

Jason was sitting at a small table in the corner. He stood and motioned her over. She almost floated across the floor, aware of the turning heads as she passed.

"I wasn't sure that you would come," the handsome salesman smiled. He took her hand and guided her into the seat next to him. He held her hand tightly as he waved to the waitress.

"I said I would come, didn't I?" Lynn smiled at the attractive man. He looked younger than his thirty-six years. His collar-length blond hair and thick beard made the big difference in his appearance and his actual age.

"What are you drinking?" Jason asked when the young waitress arrived.

Lynn felt his knee against her leg as she spoke. "I'll have a gin and tonic."

"Make that two," Jason smiled to the girl.

Lynn pressed her leg harder against his knee. Her cunt was glowing with heat. She had been instantly attracted to the handsome salesman her first day in the office. He had been the first one at the company to make her feel welcomed. Though they had flirted often, this was the first time they had actually seen each other out of the office.

The girl brought the drinks. "Here's to a good time!" Jason toasted.

Lynn clinked her glass against his. "And to a lot of good fucking!" she boldly toasted. She giggled when Jason almost choked on his drink.

He recovered his composure after a long swallow. "I wasn't expecting you to say that," he smiled, his cock twitching inside his briefs.

"Why play games?" Lynn shrugged. "You did get a room for us?"

"Uh… yeah… I just thought…"

Lynn slipped her hand wider the table and found his crotch. She squeezed the stiffening length of his big cock.

"Listen, Jason. I'm so horny I can't wait for a lot of talk and games. I want to fuck! Now, why don't we finish these drinks and go up to the room?"

Jason had been around. He prided himself on his ability to read women. He realized that he had read Lynn in a different way than she really was. The rather quiet, sweet receptionist around the office was now an aggressive, horny woman. He gulped his drink and watched her empty her glass, her warm hand still on his cock.

"Okay, let's go!" Lynn smiled. "My panties are wet and squishy. I can't wait to get them off!"

Jason needed to hear no more. He tossed a five on the table and led the anxious woman from the bar. He could almost feel the heat flowing from her as they walked across the lobby toward the elevators.

They were alone in the elevator as it carried them to the seventeenth floor. Lynn wrapped her arms around his neck and shoved her hips hard against him. She felt his cock growing harder and longer as she rubbed against his body. His tongue shot into her wet mouth, and she sucked hungrily on it.

"Come on!" Jason gasped when they reached the floor. He held her hand and pulled her down the hall to the room. His hand trembled as he tried to open the door with the key.

Lynn giggled when they were finally in the room and the door was slammed behind them. She had to push him away as he tried to grab her again.

"Get those clothes off, lover! I want to be fucked! I want that hard cock in my cunt! I want it as deep and hard as you can give it to me!"

The man yanked his coat off. He pulled his tie away from his shirt. He fumbled with his shirt-buttons as he watched the smiling woman pull her sweater over her head.

"Damn!" the appreciative man gasped when she tossed the sweater onto the floor. He had never seen a firmer, juicier pair of tits!

Lynn's pussy was on fire! She kicked her shoes away. She wriggled out of the skirt. The front of her panties was soaked by her gushing cunt-juice. She slipped the wet panties over her hips and let them slide down her quivering legs. The man moaned when he saw her wet, glistening cunt-hairs.