Finally it was time to leave work. She pulled out of the access road and turned
right instead of the usual left. In a few minutes she was at their special
place, a secluded motel with a detached restaurant and bar. Most patrons walked
from their rooms, so the restaurant parking lot was always virtually empty, and
people coming out could be seen far in advance.

His car was already there per their normal procedure, so that she wouldn't be in
the bar by herself. He was waiting in the bar with a pleasant smile and her
drink waiting for her. They talked about the boring meeting, the thoughts that
had been going through their minds while they were exchanging signs, and the
memorable experiences they had shared in the motel.

It wasn't too long before the liquor and conversation had thoroughly warmed her
up, and she picked up her swizzle stick and held it in her left hand, just has
she had held the pen several hours earlier. He smiled and slowly and tenderly
stroked his right ear. He left a generous tip for the waitress, and they walked
out to the cars. They went to hers, since it had a wide front seat. She got down
on the floor between his legs, and said "I just want you to know how much I love
doing this for you. I think about it a lot. I love you very much and want to
give you all the pleasure I can."

He smiled and told her how wonderful she was and how lucky he was to have her.
She smiled again, then pulled down his zipper and pulled out his stiff cock. Her
mouth was already juicy from the thought of sucking it. She took it into her
warm mouth, feeling its silky smoothness on her lips and tongue. She worked her
lips down the shaft, then focused on the head, working it tightly with her lips.
He laid back in relaxed pleasure, his breathing slow and steady, his hips moving
involuntarily in concert with her movements.

She started stroking the shaft with her left hand, and cupped his juicy balls
with her right. She loved every second of this, the feeling of giving herself
with no limits, but with no concerns that her gift would be abused. She also
felt the power she had, knowing that what she was doing was his total focus. She
was not submitting to him; she was taking him, leading him, a position of power,
not subservience.

She also knew that he liked being in her hands, and this knowledge made her all
the more determined to give him a perfect experience. He started to move with
more energy as he worked toward his orgasm, his body moving surely and fluidly
in an artistic dance of pleasure. He worked his hands softly through her hair
and over her face. From experience she knew it was going to happen several
minutes before. It was almost like she could sense the aura of his pleasure
radiating from his body and from the fleshy rod in her mouth.

She felt his cock reach maximum stiffness, arching backwards, he let out a
wonderful moan of pleasure, and she felt his familiar taste in her mouth - warm
and salty. She let him finish spurting into her mouth, then gulped it down in
several swallows. She only did this for him, and not even for her own husband.
She didn't know why, but she also knew that she could never callously discard
the result of that which she loved so much to make happen.

She looked up at him and smiled. She loved that expression - appreciation,
happiness, satisfaction, affection - and he leaned down and kissed her. "I love
you," he said. She smiled anew but said nothing. No further words were
necessary.