Dirty Mommy (Part 2)

After a spontaneous affair with Craig at a conference in the city, Janice slipped into a trance of ecstasy. It lasted off and on for weeks. She wanted to experience it all over again, stroking her pussy and fingering her ass in the shower, imagining Craig was there, pleasuring her, whispering dirty things in her ear, as he pumped her hard with his erect cock. If only he could magically appear, whisking her away to a secret room, they could indulge fully, indefinitely...

After three months, Janice settled back into the routine mode of professional wife and mother, doting on her children and navigating an amicable but distant relationship with her husband. He was pleasant but didn't show any interest in her needs, especially her growing desire for sexual satisfaction.

Janice's work life grew more intense as her department took on more projects and management tasks. Then, she was promoted to a more senior position, featuring a new office, a significant salary increase, but longer days and more responsibilities. She longed for a break, even a weekend away, but there was always family, in-laws, and neighbours inviting them to parties or visiting with the kids. There was no quick escape, no way to get away from the ordinary life of suburban living, a life that Janice longed for years ago and now ached to get away.

Janice fantasized about returning to the city and finding Craig or another handsome man with a strong sexual appetite. The mundane existence of living in a cookie-cutter house in a boring suburban community was wearing on her. She thought about her new position and the increased demands, which limited her ability to find a sneaky way to have fun. Then again, even if she took a train to the city, where would she find someone for pleasure and excitement?

Then, a conference was announced. It wasn't the usual networking and educational event, but a more relaxed, social affair that was still work-related. Janice had renewed hope of either finding Craig or someone like him for a hot, uninhibited tryst. She booked her flight and made reservations for the event, fantasizing about what she would wear and how to look more appealing. The whole idea was wild, Janice thought, getting all sexy for possibly nothing, but she was determined to find a good time in between corporate cocktail parties and small talk with executives.

Three weeks later, Janice found herself in a cosmopolitan city with fresh fashion and trends following her through bustling streets and crowds of pedestrians. As she reached her hotel, she soon noticed several familiar people - from work and conferences in the past. That renewed hope of finding Craig, her growing obsession, was swelling, causing her to feel warm and aroused at once.

After checking in, dropping off her luggage, and settling into her hotel room, Janice visited a nearby cafe featuring artisan sandwiches and fancy lattes. She simply wanted to indulge in every way possible, from the best coffees and food to fine wine and maybe a fine man to awaken her from this dull life. She wore a revealing summer dress, low enough to reveal some cleavage and snug around the hips to show her attention to fitness and curvy features. Her hair was longer now and brushed to one side, with hints of blond and auburn highlights from her recent salon visit.

Then, she saw him. Craig stood just a few people in front of her, in a line of about seven or eight. She instantly felt wet and hot between her thighs, imagining his fingers stroking her pussy, getting her ready for his tongue, then his hard, throbbing cock. She drifted so quickly into this fantasy, in real-time, that she hadn't immediately noticed Craig's assistant, a petite blond with an enthusiastic laugh, punctuating every sentence by touching his shoulder and flipping her long hair to one side.

Janice felt her heart sink; a gut punch and a sense of embarrassment at the same time. How could she allow herself to get so obsessed with a man she didn't know just because they had a hot encounter once? She sighed, deeply, disappointed at her prospects, until she caught sight of the hot, barista at the cafe. Tall, dark chestnut hair and lively, smiling eyes. He was muscular, talkative, but not too invasive, just friendly enough to entertain and engage with customers, without taking too much of their time. The line kept moving efficiently, and Janice's mind shifted from the sinking feeling of losing Craig to the charming and handsome latte designer.

It was Janice's turn. She was suddenly nervous, twirling her hair as she made small talk with the barista. His touch was gentle but firm, wiping down the espresso machine and the countertop. She kept the conversation going, shifting to the waiting area to ask him about different coffee bean blends, and the delicious, creamy taste and texture of her favourite flavored latte.

"You seem like a woman who really takes her coffee and espresso seriously, huh?" A smirk spread across his face as he cleared off the equipment and handed Janice her drink.

"There's nothing better to wake up to in the morning than a delicious, fresh cup of coffee, right?" Then, he slowed his motion and leaned over the side counter, where there was a break in customers, facing Janice directly, intensely.

"Well, I can think of better things to wake up to in the morning," he teased, almost as if inviting her to approach him and make a move.

Am I seeing and hearing him correctly, Janice thought, or am I still clouded with the disappointment of Craig, and I'm imagining this handsome barista hitting on me? Everything slowed down his movements, tongue licking his lips, his arms flexing as he cleared the counter, showing off his tattooed forearms and biceps. She wanted to touch him all over and feel his firm chest and body against hers, up against a wall, or pinning her down on a bed.

Janice drifted slowly, almost reluctantly, towards one of the empty cafe tables, keeping her eyes on him. The sexy espresso maker. She wanted him then and there. Be ruthless with me, and take me, she whispered hoarsely to herself, observing him from a distance. Would he take a chance on her and see what it's like to have a mature woman to devour and enjoy, even for one night, one afternoon?

The washrooms were hidden down a long, darkened corridor. A single row of lighting kept the hallway lit, but towards the end, several bulbs had dimmed or burned out, leaving a dark space with a single-stall washroom on one side and an unlocked storage space on the other. For a brief moment, Janice conjured up the image of Craig pushing that petite blond up against a wall in that bathroom stall wall, shoving up her skirt and ripping down her panties as she begged him to fuck her. She visualized him pressing against her breasts, his cock bulging, grabbing her wrists and holding them tight above her head while he stared into her eyes and finger fucked her pussy, making her juicy wet for his cock...

Janice caught a glimpse of the barista as she lingered in the darkened corridor. From a hidden vantage point, she could see him calmly but angrily debate with someone who appeared to be a manager about handling a situation. She couldn't make out their words, but the barista's fists were clenched, his body tensed, while he tried, carefully, to explain himself and remain patient. The coffee line had died down, with only a few customers lingering at tables. Janice took advantage of her position, watching his body language. Then, with a shift in motion, he held up his hand as if to stop the conversation, whipping off his apron, stepping out of the service area, and heading towards the dim hallway.

Janice ducked into the washroom, quickly closing the door almost all the way, leaving a sliver open to observe him. He stopped just in front of the door, unaware of her, pacing, cursing, about his pending eruption with the manager.

"Fuck this place. I need a new job. A real job, where I can make actual money..." Then, he sighed and paused. Janice slowly opened the door, startling him.

"Hey, sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt," she apologized.

"Oh, don't worry about me. I'm just about to leave this shitty place. Do you want to come along? Maybe we can head out to a pub and get a drink. Is it too early for that?"

Janice visibly lit up, not expecting an invitation for an early drink. The conference wasn't starting until tomorrow, so she had time to unwind.

"It's early, but I'll keep you company," Janice joked, but she was dead serious.

"Derrick, by the way," he held his hand, switching to a formal greeting.

"Janice. Good to meet you, even under these circumstances." They kept talking as he led her through a rear exit in the cafe, where they took a laneway through a hidden spot with an eclectic section of older buildings and ongoing construction for a new condo or commercial structure.

Derrick turned quickly to Janice as they approached a tiny bar with an old-school "open" sign and a sandwich board featuring cocktails, local craft beers, and happy hour specials. He grabbed her hand and pulled her to him. She caught her breath. They both laughed at his unexpected, aggressive move.

"Did I startle you?"

"A bit, yes." Janice bit her lip and giggled. He made her feel younger and freer.

"How do you feel about pretending to be my girlfriend or lover, just for the day? I feel like plunging into an alternate universe where my life is just...different. Things have been so stressful for me lately, and I just want to escape for a bit...but if you have something else to do, I completely understand..."

"I have a conference tomorrow, but I'm down to play pretend for the day...just not too late..." Janice wanted to slap herself for putting limits on what appeared to be a hot date with a sexy young man. She was ready for fun, and so was he. Why stop now?

Derrick grinned widely, excited at the prospect of having a fling with a corporate businesswoman. Janice felt a sense of warmth and arousal at the sight of his excitement. He didn't seem put off by her restrictions, but instead, was ready to accept the challenge. She felt his eyes all over her, inspecting her well-toned body. It was clear that she took good care of her physique, and craved the touch of a man, or at least that was the signal he felt she gave him.

Tucked into a dim corner of the pub, in a booth, Derrick summoned Janice to share the cushy, curvy bench with her, where they got very cozy, quickly and eagerly. She felt his muscular arms brush against her as they settled into a space where they could stare into each other's eyes. They giggled and brushed up closer, as the bartender took their order for two beers.

"How do you feel about getting a little...naughty?" Janice hinted, her eyes darting below the table. Her well-manicured hands were ready to explore, as Derrick quietly, sneakily, unbuckled his belt and unzipped his stylish jeans, exposing his semi-hard cock. Janice stroked him then, carefully, not to move above the table, as the pints were served. As the server nodded, when advised that a menu wouldn't be necessary, Janice began slowly stroking Derrick's cock, which quickly stiffened outside of his jeans. With her other hand, she nonchalantly sipped her beer, smiling mischievously to him as he bit his lip and quivered slightly.

"Ah, yes...that's it..," he adjusted himself and spoke quietly. Janice was impressed by his composure, or the appearance of it. She felt his hand fumbling over her panties, dipping his fingers inside, to feel her milky wet pussy. Had it been this long since having her pussy touched and teased like this? Janice quivered with excitement, and feeling hot all over, she fumbled, nervously, to find Derrick's hard, throbbing cock ripe for attention, hidden beneath the table. She stroked, slowly, as they sipped their drinks, smiling, quietly at each other, as if sharing a new secret that no one could see under the plastic-coated tablecloth over a worn, wooden table.

Derrick slipped his thick, strong finger into Janice's pussy, and she let out a gasp, slightly shifting herself into a position where he could penetrate her more, pushing a second finger in, and watching Janice as she bit her lip, then quickly composed herself to keep discreet.

"That's it, let me play, and make you cum...," he whispered, quietly, as if telling her a secret. The bartender visited their table to check on their order, as Janice and Derrick quietly stroked and played under the table, careful not to reveal their naughty behaviour. He leaned in closer to her, kissing her gently, while vigorously stroking her swollen, juicy clit, as she quietly shifted to feel the full effect of his talented moves, including thrusting three fingers inside, while massaging her clit with his thumb.

Janice could feel his warm breath against her neck as he nuzzled close to her ear, parting her hair with his lips as he whispered how he would indulge her desires. She kept her composure, but not without a sly half-grin, as she reached for her pint, sipping the cold, iced glass as the lager slipped through her lips and down her throat. Janice moaned, gently, as he pulled in closer, so she could rub his cock, and cup his balls, massaging them carefully. Derrick's cock throbbed and grew beneath the table, and just as she felt his body tense up, he leaned in for a kiss, and they both sipped their drinks, giggling a little, and enjoying their sneaky behaviour.

As the afternoon slipped by, they ordered a second round, then a third. The giggles grew louder, and Janice let her inhibitions slip further, fully embracing the moment. Derrick nudged towards the door, hinting at taking their naughty adventure to another level. Janice immediately considered her hotel room, but quickly shifted from that thought, as it wouldn't be as discreet.

"I live nearby," Derrick suggested, with a wide grin. Janice was aroused with a longing for sexual adventure, even if it meant following this sexy, younger man to his apartment in a strange, unknown city. The idea of a mystery and a bit of risk felt so daring and naughty. It felt like she was transported back into her early 20s, sneaking into the darkened corridors of the clubs, with friends or a hot guy, just to steal a kiss, or something more. Janice felt younger and carefree. As they climbed a narrow set of wooden steps, at the side of an old brick house, Derrick introduced her to his cozy bachelor pad with a vintage sofa bed, plush cushions, and a breakfast bar with shiny stools.

Just as she opened her mouth to comment, Derrick swiftly pulled her in, with both arms, shoving his tongue inside of her. Janice's eager fingers fumbled for his pants, unzipping him again, just like in the pub, but now ready for so much more. She let go, completely, surrendering her uptight, business etiquette for a loose, unleashed version of herself.

"I want you so much, all of you!" She pulled off his shirt, revealing several well-designed script tattoos and nipple rings. He was so vibrant and energetic, and instantly hard as she guided his hand to touch her smooth, wet pussy. Janice couldn't resist his chiseled, muscular, and well-sculpted body. She melted into his arms as he laid her down, spreading her legs with his strong arms, kissing her hard on the lips, tracing his tongue and lips down her neck, chest, and breasts, lingering on her hard nipples, sucking them as she moaned, arching her back with she duck her polished nails into his bedsheets, pushing against the cushions, coating his mouth and face in her cum. As she gushed, squirming and pulling away, he held her down, legs further apart, as he licked every last drop, flickering her clit even more as she came.

Then, slowly, he climbed on top of her, gripping her shoulders first, cupping her face in his hands for another kiss, slipping his cock deep inside as she squeezed him tightly, humming with pleasure.

"Take me, fuck me! Harder!" Derrick thrust faster, feeling Janice's grip and warmth, as he edged closer to orgasm. Then, just before he came, he pulled out and moved up to Janice's mouth as she opened wide, taking his full load between her lips and down her throat. He held her hair, too, feeling her excitement, like electricity throughout her body. She hadn't felt like that in a long time, easing into his arms, as they giggled and kissed.

It felt like they had known each other, then, two complete strangers, embraced like familiar lovers. The walk back to the hotel, passing through scenic, historic streets, and the pub, felt lighter. Janice smirked, feeling naughty and fantastic. It was a much-needed escape in between corporate and family life, where she could find her inner vixen and satisfy a starving, sexual appetite. For the remainder of the conference, throughout the meetings and social interactions, Janice felt renewed, focused on her life again. A hot encounter with a younger man was all she needed!