Antonio is a handsome, well-built individual, and there’s always been a kinetic attraction between us.

Usually when we see each other at work or at our monthly professional meetings, we tend to avoid each other. It’s as if we both sense the attraction, but are afraid where it might lead. He always dresses well, even on casual Fridays, with his well-muscled body obvious in his well-tailored clothes, and his attitude is that of a man who, once he wants something, goes after it with gusto.

At last month’s meeting, we finally talked to each other. I couldn’t get over his deep, sexy baritone and bronze-colored skin. As we were leaving, he said we should plan to spend some time together after the next meeting. All month long, I’ve been thinking of him and looking forward to spending time with him. But I wondered exactly what he’d had in mind.

This morning, he sat next to me at the meeting and stayed with me to chat during the breaks. After the meeting, several of us went for drinks nearby. The club was nice and had a Latin rhythm band, and Antonio and I danced, laughed, and talked for hours. He told me he’d always been attracted to me.

During our next dance, he told me he was dying to make love to me and asked me to remove my panties before the next number. The challenge aroused my curiosity and made me laugh, wondering what we would do on the dance floor. Antonio kept his hands above my waist, though. But after several more dances, my juices were flowing freely and I couldn’t wait to go further.

Finally, Antonio asked me back to his place for a drink. His condo was beautiful, with an excellent view of the city. He got us some wine, turned on some soft music, and led me to the balcony. The night air was cool and the moon was full. He asked me to prove that I’d removed my panties, and when I took them from my small purse and handed them to him, he let them float from the 15th floor to the street below. I giggled when he said he hoped they weren’t my favorites.

He pulled me tight into his arms, caressing and kissing me as he whispered in Spanish that he needed me. I melted in his strong grasp. The lights were low as he led me to the bedroom off the balcony. When we reached the edge of the bed, he let my dress fall to the floor, leaving me on fire in just my lace bra. He removed that and gently pushed me back on the bed. Antonio entered my aching desire slowly, taking his time and drawing out my pleasure. He groaned loudly and reached deep, again and again, over and over. I was lost, absorbed in pleasure. I finally detonated around him, screaming loudly as my orgasm ripped me apart, scorching through me like wildfire, consuming everything.

I finally realized he was talking to me, suggesting we get some air. He handed me a large shirt to put on as we went out on the balcony, the cool night air soothing my searing skin. “Look at the apartments with their lights still on,” he said. “They may be watching us as we watch them.” He pulled me tight, his erect organ strong against my belly. “Show them how satisfied you are.” He turned me around so I was leaning forward on the balcony. Trembling with anticipation, my hands firm on the rail, my breasts hanging down, I instinctively spread my legs for him. He thrust in deeply, forcefully. I came almost instantly, forcefully moving my hips as I built up again and climaxed anew, calling out for anyone to hear. I felt so incredibly powerful and sexy, with him still plunging into me hard and determinedly, grabbing my hips to pull me tight against him as he exploded within me.

He praised my performance as we went back to the bed, where he told me I needed to be an animal for him. Raising me on all fours, he took me from behind again, driving into me wildly and deliciously violently. I began to plunge back against him, filling myself again and again, and realized he was letting me take control. This was what I needed! I felt him hard and full within me and took him at my pace, at my speed, crying out as we both peaked once more.

The rest of the night, Antonio was so slow, so sweet, so tender. Curling my arms around his neck, I twisted my fingers in his hair, his body pressing against me as I passed out with exhaustion. In the morning, as I left, I noticed my lace panties in the bushes — next to another pair. I was surprised by how much that didn’t bother me, instead looking forward to next month’s meeting.

— S.K., Texas

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From the November 2015 issue of Penthouse magazine.

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