I recently attended a “preferred clients” party in Miami. There were lots of beautiful women, but one in particular caught my eye.

Her body was small and tight and she had a golden tan as though she spent hours on the beach. Her light-brown hair was long and wild. Her short dress looked as if someone had poured it over her. An exquisite string of pearls ringed her swanlike neck. She couldn’t have been more than 25.

As she was chatting with someone, she noticed me giving her the once-over. Abandoning the conversation, she came toward me. Watching her walk across the room was a treat in itself.

“I’m not sure I’m comfortable with you staring at me,” she said.

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” I said. “I was just admiring your pearls. They must be expensive.”

“I wouldn’t know. They’re a gift from my father. Are you a jeweler or something?”

“No, I’m in the security business. I protect things like your necklace.” She seemed satisfied with that answer. We began flirting. Half an hour later, she reached into my pocket.

“Can I help you find something?” I asked.

“Yes — your car keys,” she said. “What are you driving?”

“I’m borrowing a friend’s car and apartment while I’m in Miami.”

“I think I’d like to see them both,” she whispered in my ear, raising the hairs on my neck. That was enough for me. I told her to grab her wrap and I would meet her outside, where the parking valet held out his hand, dangling my keys. She breezed past me and grabbed the keys from him. “Cool car. Looks fast.”

“Yes, it is, and as I said before, it’s not my car.” She giddily hopped into the driver’s seat. I’d barely taken the passenger’s seat when we were on our way, speeding down the highway. For someone who made a living ensuring safety, I didn’t feel very safe.

“Would you slow down a bit?” I asked.

She giggled and said, “You must be about, what, 35? What’s the matter? Age catching up with you?”

I wasn’t about to let her get away with that. I slid my hand up her leg and under her dress. She said nothing and her eyes remained fixed on the road, but her legs opened a bit. The air between her thighs felt like a sauna, and I wished that I could see what I was reaching for. As I suspected, she wasn’t wearing panties. Her creamy box was velvety to the touch. Her breathing got heavier as I pushed my finger inside her. The engine revved higher but I didn’t dare look at the speedometer. As I diddled her clit, her chest heaved and her expression softened. I pulled my hand away so she could regain her composure, and was relieved when she eased up on the gas. She glanced at me in time to see me pop my finger in my mouth to taste her.

We made it to her place, and I followed her inside. Her high heels made it easy for me to kiss her mouth, and I hoped that the flavor of her sweet cunt still lingered on my lips for her to share.

She pulled away and peeled off her dress, but didn’t bother to take off her shoes or the pearl necklace. She strutted across the living room and through the open bedroom door. I tore off my own clothes and walked in to find her lying on the bed, propped up on her elbows, heels planted, knees up in the air, and legs spread open.

“So are you gonna fuck me now, old man, or what?” She had the wickedest smile on her face. “I’m so hot from the car. I need you inside me now.” I grabbed her and dragged her to the end of the bed. I rubbed her pussy until her crotch was coated with her juice. Her musky scent filled the room. I plunged my cock into her to the hilt, then paused as her head fell back and she let out a howl. Slowly I pumped in and out of her cunt. She kneaded her breasts as I pushed her thighs wider and drove my tool into her tight crevice. Her belly gleamed with our sweat.

We fucked for what seemed like forever. I told her I was close to coming, and she said she wanted me to come in her mouth. Then she took off her necklace, handed it to me, and said, “Put these pearls in my ass. I want you to pull them out while I suck your dick.”

I couldn’t believe it. I raised her sweet ass in the air and spread her cheeks. I greased her up with her own juice and pushed each pearl into her asshole until they were all in. We got into a sixty-nine and she took my cock into her mouth. I held the end of the necklace in one hand and spread her asshole with the other. Her mouth felt amazing. I raised my head to lick her juicy box. When she squealed and rocked her pelvis to meet my tongue, I knew she was almost there, so I began to pluck the pearls from her hole one by one, resisting the urge to yank them all out like a ripcord. It drove her wild, and she jerked and sucked on my prick like a lunatic. Her squeals turned to cries and my face was mashed into her crotch. I came so hard, my eyes watered. She sucked and swallowed my come as I pulled the last pearl from her ass.

After a few seconds she rolled off me, and we remained motionless except for our heaving chests. I dozed off. When I woke up half an hour later, she was in the shower. She came out of the bathroom twirling the pearls around her fingers, sprinkling me with water. She smiled mischievously and asked, “Ready for another ride?”