My alma mater, North Carolina, beat our arch rivals, North Carolina State, although we‘d been the one-point underdog in their stadium.

In high spirits, I left to collect on several bets I had made and to treat myself to a victory dinner at a steakhouse.

After dinner I went with several of my Carolina cronies to a watering hole where there were sure to be plenty of N.C. Staters drowning their sorrows. Although there were plenty of good-looking women at the bar, I occupied most of my time gloating over my team‘s victory and speculating about the remainder of the football season. Before I knew it, it was 2 a.m. and the lights came on to signify closing time. Happily drunk, I was perfectly content to call it a night and chalk it up as a great football weekend. Little did I know that things were about to get even better.

As I closed my tab, a petite thirtysomething brunette approached and introduced herself. “Hi, I‘m Leslie,” she said. We made small talk for a while, and then this beautiful woman asked, “So where are you headed from here?” I tried to keep my wits about me, and said that I knew of a couple of parties that would be gearing up once the bars closed, but that I had no firm plans. “Well, why don‘t you escort me to one of the parties?” she asked.

She took me by the hand and led me out of the bar. The two buddies who‘d come with me looked on in disbelief as I handed them my car keys, stopping just long enough to remove the key to my condo from the chain. There was no exchange of words; they simply shook their heads as she pulled me away and directed me toward her very expensive-looking SUV. As she drove to where I figured the best late-night party might be, Leslie casually mentioned that she was wearing her favorite panties.

“I love the way they feel against my pussy,” she said. “I could have an orgasm just driving.”

At the next red light, Leslie unzipped the back of her skirt. “Give me your hand,” she said, and guided it so that I could feel her butt through the black silk.

It occurred to me that if I played my cards right, I would quite possibly be able to explore the rest of this bombshell‘s tight body. When the light turned green, I reluctantly removed my hand from her ass, and she drove on. As we neared the party, Leslie said that she had to pee. She turned down a side street, pulled over to the curb, and turned out the lights. She stepped out and crouched behind the driver‘s-side door. After a few seconds she reappeared in front of her car. She had removed her skirt and was standing in her black silk panties and blouse with her back to me, shaking her ass in a seductive dance.

“Do you think I have a nice ass?” she called out.

“I believe I‘m going to need a more thorough inspection,” I replied.

With that she skipped back to the car and flipped on the headlights. She went in front again, removed her panties, and bent over at the waist while peering back at me. So here I am, sitting in a stranger‘s car at 2:30 a.m. in a quiet residential neighborhood, watching one of the sexiest women I have ever laid my eyes on strip for me. “Okay, I‘m convinced. You do have a gorgeous ass,” I said as she threw her clothes on and jumped back in the driver‘s seat.

“I‘ve got an idea,” she said. “Why don‘t we skip the party and just have a nightcap at your place?”

I said, “Again, I believe that can be arranged,” and directed her to my condominium. When we got there, I went to the fridge for a couple of beers while she went to the bathroom to “freshen up.” Much to my delight, freshening up meant returning to my living room in black panties and blouse. I put on some music and Leslie came toward me, wrapping her arms around my waist and looking into my eyes with the sexiest “fuck me” look I‘ve ever seen. After several minutes of kissing and my feeling her up, Les-lie pulled away. “Now take me to bed,” she said. She sat on the edge of the bed and beckoned me with her index finger. I started to undress and she reached out to assist me, unbuttoning my shirt, removing my belt, undoing my pants. She had to pull the elastic band of my underwear over my now hard dick. She asked me to lie down on the bed beside her, and gave me a fantastic blowjob. Then she asked if I had any condoms.

“I might have some under the bathroom sink,” I said, knowing full well that I had an unopened economy-size box stashed there. She hopped off the bed, darted to the bathroom, and emerged with a strip of condoms. She tore off one and jumped back in bed. She sucked me again and then opened the condom and rolled it onto my dick.

As she straddled me and guided my cock into her tight pussy, she said, “God, look at your dick sliding into me. That‘s so hot.” Speechless, I placed my hands on her hips and supported her while she eased her pussy farther onto my dick. After riding me for several minutes, she leaned forward to kiss me and whispered in my ear, “I want you to fuck me hard now.” She climbed off and lay back with her head at the foot of the bed and her legs spread wide. I crawled forward to join her, but I couldn‘t resist pausing to eat her beautiful pussy before fucking her again.

“Oh, yes, eat me, that feels nice,” she said as I licked her clit. I was in heaven. I would have been perfectly satisfied to spend the entire night eating her out, but Leslie had other ideas.

“Please fuck me!” she cried. I reluctantly removed my mouth from her delicious pussy and positioned myself to fuck her. “Make me come,” she commanded as I plunged in and out of her with reckless abandon. I started to wonder exactly how thick the walls in my condo were. This lady was making enough noise to wake the dead.

I felt her pussy contracting around my dick, and knew that she was coming. This was particularly satisfying since I was fucking a lady who obviously enjoys sex immensely, and thanks to all the alcohol I had consumed, I was nowhere near coming myself.

“Don‘t stop,” she said. “Make me come again.” After several more minutes my arms were about to give out, but I could tell she was getting close once again.

“Fuck me harder, harder!” she yelled. With my arms completely in agony, I used every last ounce of strength, nailing her hot pussy until she came again. I collapsed on top of her and we just lay there for a couple of minutes while we caught our breath.

“I‘m impressed with your stamina,” she said with a smirk.

“Glad to be of service,” I said.

She rolled off the bed and made her way back to the bathroom. Intrigued, I got up and followed. I entered and found her standing in front of my mirror with her hands on the sink and her gorgeous butt protruding outward. “Come take me from behind,” she said. “I want you to see in my face how good it feels when you‘re inside me.”

I got behind her and tilted her hips forward to provide a good angle. It was easy to slide into her wet pussy, but she was consciously trying to contract her pubic muscles to make it as tight as possible for me.

“Let‘s turn sideways,” she said. “I want to watch you sliding in and out of me.” Using the frame of my bathroom door for support, she bent forward, offering me the most incredibly erotic view I‘ve ever seen.

“Now fuck me hard,” she said. “I want to feel you come.”

Using the frame of my bathroom door for support, she bent forward, offering me the most incredibly erotic view I‘ve ever seen.

I wish that I could say I‘d had a mind-blowing orgasm as I watched myself fuck this beautiful, mature lady in front of my bathroom mirror, while listening to her talk dirtier than any girl I‘ve ever been with. I didn‘t have that orgasm. After ten minutes or so, I was too exhausted to continue. We stumbled back to my bed and just lay there making out until we had recuperated.

Later she smiled at me affectionately and said, “Thank you. I needed to feel like a woman tonight.”

“My pleasure,” I replied, meaning it more sincerely than I could ever have conveyed.

A few minutes later she got dressed and we said our good-byes. It had dawned on me by this point that this lady was married and that this was a one-time deal. We kissed again and I walked her outside, thinking to myself how lucky the son of a bitch was who‘d married her. I was completely flattered that she had chosen me to satiate her wild streak.

As I reentered my condo and closed the door behind me, I stood for several moments with a huge grin, shaking my head, not believing what had just taken place. Completely exhausted — and also euphoric — I turned off the light in the hallway and went to my bedroom. There on the bed, to my amazement, were Leslie‘s black silk panties, a perfect keepsake from one of the most perfect nights of my life.

Needless to say, I plan to hang on to her sexy perfumed panties forever — or at least until I find a woman with the same kind of joie de vivre that Leslie has. Until then, though, at least I won‘t have to dream about wild sexual escapades with gorgeous women I could pick up in bars. Now all I have to do is close my eyes and think about.

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