I'll Drop My Panties for U Ch. 02

“Good thoughts I hope.”

“You’re the only person I remember from that night, and you were good, very good. Are we
going to see each other again?”

“That’s why I’m calling. Friday is a teacher in training day at my son’s school, and my mother
has agreed to take the kids for the afternoon. Are you free then?”

“Where can I meet you?” He asks with a cheery note in his voice.

“Can you pick me up at Richland Mall at 1:30. I’ll park on the roof as close to the down ramp
as possible?”

“I’ll be driving a black Lexus,” he says.

I decide to wear a conservative flowered sundress without under garments, because no one will see me in public. I’ll carry a pair of purple panties in my purse. I smile at the joke between us.

He picks me up within a minute of my parking. I jump into his car smiling as though it’s
Christmas, and give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Wow! I like the dress without a bra. Are you wearing panties?”

“You’ll have to wait to find out? I place my hand on his bulge. “I hope it’s not far. I can’t
wait.”

He drives from the garage onto Belt Line, turns left on Forest Drive, and proceeds to Marion
where he turns left. In the second block he turns into the Cornell Arm’s parking lot. The entire
time I fondle his erection, and kiss him on the cheek and neck. He parks near the side of the red
brick building, and leads me to a private elevator. As the door closes his lips cover mine and his hands grope my bare ass.

”You’re my kind of woman” He runs his hand under my dress rubbing them up and down the
crack of my ass. The door opens into his condo. I giggle trying to get away, but I don’t succeed.

We fall to the floor in a tangle

His hands are all over me.

My mouth finds his, and my tongue invades his in the kind of passion missing from my marriage.

We wrestle and our tongue do the same.

I’ve never been this excited making love. I moan, “Oooh,” as his finger plunges into me and his
thumb touches my clit.

“You like it a little rough?” He holds me down with his body as his finger finds my G-spot, and
circles it with increasing pressure.

I moan. “Oh yes, right there.”

His thumb rubs up and down over my clit, and then from side to side, “Oooh.”

All my sex organs are contracting. “I don’t resist the spreading thrills. I stretch my legs further apart wanting him to add more force and go faster. I groan. “Don’t stop, don’t stop.” I
climax. “Yes, yes, yes, fuck me!”

The pressure releases as the sound of a zipper fills my ears, and his cock fills my excited void. I hold him tight as he plows my pussy. His cock embedded in my furrow is driving me closer and closer to another orgasm. He rolls me on to my shoulders, and drives his plow into me with the force of a farmer doing pushups. I feel his staff stiffen and expand as I harvest his seed.

We come together in the roar of a John Deere tractor.

My need to be desired, to be tilled, and to have my fantasy met is achieved. I lay panting under
the weight of his body, feeling his cum oozing out of my cunt, and milking his wonderful tool
with the muscles of my vagina walls. I want to hold him inside me as long as I can. “Tom, that
was wonderful. I have another hour. Can we do it again?”

He tweaks his cock in my twat and says, “Give me a tit.”