Flirting with the wrong Guy – Part 1

Charlotte was away on business for a week in London, attending a conference at a swanky hotel.

She had arrived early and had gone straight to her room to shower. It was a hot sweaty journey and it was nice to step out of the shower and let the cool air dry her skin. She stood before the full length mirror. She was tanned and latin looking. With long curly brown hair and even longer legs. She wasn’t skinny but she was by no means fat either. Just curvy in the right places. Since she had given birth, a year ago, men paid particular attention to her breasts as they had gone from a 36c to a 40dd and were often swollen with Milk. Her husband, Michael, considered himself a lucky man (and so did his friends). She dressed in her black skirt heels with a white blouse and went to meet the others.

It turned out that all the others were from different businesses. No-one knew each other and conversation was a little stilted. There were 30 or so men and women gathered for the week and they sat listening but bored as speaker after after speaker came and went. Eventually the business concluded and the guests went to the bar for a champagne reception.

As usual Charlotte wasn’t short of male attention. Cold champagne glasses were passed to her by a stream of horny young business men looking for some easy pussy. The way she dressed often gave out the wrong signals but she knew how to deal with men. She was an expert flirt and always knew how far to take it, casually dropping the fact she was a married mother into conversation if things got out of hand.

However as people began to leave to change for dinner a young Black man dressed in a sharp black suit approached her. He chatted with her and she responded with her usual flattery and smiles. But he seemed different somehow. He was a lot more confident than the others and he made her laugh. He was also very attractive. Jet black skin and strong features. He was tall, around 6’4” and powerfully built. Maybe the champagne and the heat had got to her but she decided to enjoy the moment and not mention the fact she was a faithfull wife just yet. The mans name was Devon. He ran his own company and he was obviously successfull. He asked

“Look it’s all over for the day how about you and me go out tonight?”

Charlotte was slightly shocked that things had progressed so quickly, so she declined politely and left for her room. She sat on the bed and Kicked of her shiny black heels. Her toes had been hot and cramped so she tenderley massaged her feet with cooling moisuriser. As she did so her mind wandered back to the confident Black man and his obvious attraction to her. What would her husband say. Flirting with a Black Stud as soon as she’s away form home. She found herself wondering if Devon had got an erection over her and without noticing it she had lain back on the bed, her hand roaming to beneath her skirt to the sweaty gusset of her panties.

She stopped herself abruptly, disgusted with herself for fantasising about the idea of being unfaithful.

“Iv’e still got it though” she giggled to herself as she rose from the bed to order room service.

As she replaced the receiver there was a knock at the door. She answered to find devon standing there with a bottle of champagne and two glasses.

“I don’t take no for an answer…come one just one drink and I’ll be off” he said smiling.