Rush hour is ridiculous. My office is only 20 miles from my house and it should only take 30 minutes to get from the parking garage to my driveway. But rush hour means when I walk out of the office at 5:00 pm, it will take 2 hours of sitting in bumper to bumper traffic to get home. So, some of us have figured out that we can spend an hour and a half at a downtown bar, drinking and laughing and meeting guys, then get home in 30 minutes. What sounds like more fun? Sitting in traffic for two hours? Or sitting at a bar for an hour and a half and then driving home in 30 minutes? I get home the same time either way, unless I meet a hot guy at the bar, and then I might not get home until very late that night. Or the next morning.

Like last night, I was at the bar with Vivien and we were having some laughs. A couple of guys came in, khaki pants and white button down Tommy shirts, boat shoes. They looked like law students and they ended up next to us at the bar. An hour later, we had sucked down four mixed drinks. Maybe five drinks? Oh, hell – it could have been six drinks. who is counting? The guy talking with me said lets go to my place and have a pizza delivered. So the four of us walked two blocks to his condo and he called Dominoes. The place was not too messy, typical bachelor place. Vivien and her guy were sitting on the couch and started some heavy kissing and rubbing. I looked at my guy and he nodded his head toward the bedroom. Oh, why not?

No point in turning on the light – the window brought enough neon into the room to see the full size bed. It didn’t take long to drop our clothes on the floor and fall onto the bed together. He had a decent bod and was rock hard by the time I sat on him, straddling his hips and guiding his dick into my pussy.

Sometimes I like being on top – I get to control how fast the thrusting goes and I know the guy likes to look at my huge breasts. They can lay there on their back, grab my tits and watch as I do most of the work. Most of them like that a lot. I rocked back and forth, impaled on his hard cock and enjoying the squeezing and rubbing on my tits. It was feeling good and I sped up the thrusting, building up the intensity and knowing that he was cumming soon. I was right about that – he came in me with a deep moan, and then lay there gasping. His eyes closed, he smiled and lay still, limp and sweaty.

The doorbell rang – pizza!