“Halfway,” I replied with a smile, “Let’s just say our near discovery was a deflating experience.”
“I bet it was! I’ve never done anything like that.”
“Do you want to?” I asked, wanting to gauge her level of interest.
“I’d be too worried about getting caught,” She chuckled.
“Fair enough,” I said before finishing my drink.
Roxanne excused herself and forced her way to the bathroom. I wondered about the state of her panties after we discussed each other’s sexual exploits. Looking around the bar, many more office workers had filed in, and the ambient noise had increased. There was no chance that anyone close by could hear our spicy conversation. Even the bar staff fliting by desperately seeking to fill eager drink orders could not catch a snippet of what passed between us.
When she returned to the bar, Roxanne squeezed onto the barstool with some difficulty given the jostling patronage yelling to be heard or waving to be noticed. I asked her if she fancied another drink, and she nodded in the affirmative. I placed $50 on my empty glass as a signal to the bar staff when they got around to me.
“That was a challenge,” Roxanne said.
“What was?”
“The bathroom,” She said playfully, “I almost slid off the seat.”
“Ah,” I responded, knowingly, “Bit wet, are you?”
“Flooding!”
“Well,” I said smiling, “Our spicy chat got a rise out of me.”
“Better get that under control before you need the bathroom,” Laughed Roxanne, “You might miss the bowl!”
“That would be unfortunate,” I agreed.
“I’m assuming that you’re into anal sex?”
“Giving or receiving?” I half-joked.
“Oh,” Roxanne’s eyes widened at my unexpected reply, “Both.”
“I love eating and fucking a beautiful female butt,” I said, “I get off when a woman rims my hole.”
“What about a woman finger you or uses toys?” Roxanne asked.
“Haven’t experienced that in a few years, but I remember enjoying it,” I answered honestly.
Roxanne’s eyes sparkled at my revelation.
“I love pleasuring a man’s bottom with my fingers and tongue,” Roxanne shivered, “But not too many men are willing.”
“Their loss,” I said dismissively, “But what specifically do you like about anal sex?”
“Everything!” She answered immediately, “Every nerve in my body tingles and, when I orgasm, which is always, my brain goes off like a fireworks display.”
“I’ve heard a lot of women speak in similar terms.”
“Sounds like you’ve arse fucked a lot of women,” Roxanne gently chided.
“Not everyone woman was into anal sex,” I observed.
“Then they’re missed out,” Roxanne said derisively, “But, you’re going to get it tonight.”
Hers was one of the most direct invitations I have received ever, a testament to how horny she was.
“Your place or mine?”
We settled on Roxanne’s as she lived alone despite being further away on the train. Before leaving, I grabbed my money just as I was about to be served and vacated the seats, which were taken up immediately.
Roxanne rented a modest two-bedroom unit in a small block off the main road that was tastefully furnished and tidy.
“I’m going to freshen up,” She said, “There is wine in the fridge if you fancy any.”
Both suggestions had merit, so I took the opportunity to wash my genitals as they were no doubt funky from a full day at the office. That done, I helped myself to the offered win and sat down on the couch.
After a time, I heard the bedroom door open and the bathroom door close. No doubt, Roxanne was preparing her body for what was likely to be a heavy anal session.
When she flitted into the lounge room, my jaw dropped to the floor. Roxanne had dressed in a white-bordered pink string bikini, frilly ankle socks, and black high-heeled shoes. Some thought had been put into tonight’s activities.
“Wow,” I stammered as Roxanne twirled around for my delight.
My cock was instantly hard.
Roxanne’s body was amazing. Not muscular but toned from working out three times a week and a careful diet.
I was on her the moment she sat next to me, kissing furiously and running my hands over her incredible body.
“So, I’m going to fuck your arsehole tonight?” I asked when our lips broke.
Roxanne leaned back and spread her legs.
“Look,” She said, pulling back her G-string and parting her swollen pink pussy lips, “My pussy is so wet.
With a dainty finger inserted for a second, she showed it to me with a thick fluid dripping from the end.
“That is not lube; it’s all-natural,” Roxanne observed before licking the finger clean, “And tasty too.”
“Stand up and let me see your arse.”
Roxanne stood up, stood in front of me and turned around. The G-string rode high up between her wobbly cheeks. She placed both hands on her cheeks and jiggled the flesh.
“That’s a big arse,” I marvelled.
“Round arse.”
I reached up, placed my hand between those fleshy globes and lightly brushed a fingernail across Roxanne’s pucker. She immediately shuddered and let out a moan.
“You okay?” I asked, pulling my hand away.
“Definitely okay,” Said Roxanne, who cocked her head to me with a big smile, “You want to see my arsehole?”
“Yeah, let me see it.”
Roxanne pulled down and discarded the G-string before bending over. She pulled her cheeks apart to reveal a slightly discoloured disc of skin and an almost triangular rosette.
“You can lick it if you want, play with it, do anything with it?” She said, “I love it all.”
“I will but first, do you like to suck cock?”
“I love to suck dick,” Roxanne replied as she made a blowjob motion with her hand and mouth.
“Will you suck mine?”
“Yeah,” She teased with a lascivious grin, “Why not?”
“Oh, you’re nice.”
Roxanne knelt between my legs and helped me out of my clothes. My cock stood rigid like a tentpole and, without comment about it, grabbed the base and immediately and vigorously began throating my shaft, staring intensely into my eyes.
“Oh, yeah, that’s so good,” I groaned, enjoying her technique of synchronising her mouth and hand to jerk my cock hard.
Roxanne blew me to heaven for several minutes while I pawed her incredibly augmented tits, their nipples standing to full attention.
Without prompting, Roxanne took my cock from her mouth, spat on some fingers and began ticking my pucker as she resumed sucking on my pole.
“That feels good, baby!” I encouraged, “You can go further if you want.”
I felt oddly relaxed from the alcohol and Roxanne’s superbly slimy oral skills that I was ready to accept her digits in my sensitive hole. When she penetrated, Roxanne threw her head back and let out a long and satisfying hiss. Was that an orgasmic expression?
Placing a hand on her head, I forced Roxanne to take more meat down her throat. Her stimulating fingers appeared to make me harder than I already was.
“Fuck, that’s amazing,” I moaned as my bell end tickled her tonsils and her fingers danced across my prostate, “You’re one sexy bitch!”
She continued this almost unbearable assault on my pleasure zones for several minutes before I begged her to stop because I was in danger of orgasming too soon. Roxanne spat my shaft out with a smack of the lips and a deep exhale.
“Let’s get you bent over on this couch!”
With Roxanne prostrate, her bubble cheeks parted naturally, and I buried my face in that newly formed canyon and eagerly began lapping at her bung. Initially, she tasted soapy, indicating that she had taken the time to douche before activities commenced, enabling me to coin the title anal queen.