This is a true story about my experience with a woman that I never new her name nor she mine. We had never met before and were together for a total of about 15 minutes.
I was at the hotel bar at the Raleigh Marriott for a drink after work. In the adjacent ballroom, there was a political reception for one of the candidates running for the senate or congress or some high level office. From the noise and glass clinking, there seemed to be a lot of champagne sipping going on.
The reception ended just as the happy hour in the bar wound down. I was walking out of the hotel behind these two nicely dressed women, when one of them stumbled on the stairs leading down to the parking lot. Out of reaction, I reached out and grabbed her by the upper arm and kept her from falling down.
Apparently, since I was walking so close with them and I was dressed in a dark business suit, they just assumed that I was with the Republican Party. They were not drunk but were highly stimulated by being close to the "power" represented by the senator or whatever. When the woman who stumbled regained her balance, she kept hold of my hand instead of releasing it. I held her hand as we walked down the rest of the stairs.
Her friend, who was parked close by the stairs, quickly got into her car and drove off without saying goodbye. The woman holding my hand asked if I could walk her to her car. Of course being the chivalrous person that I am, I agreed. She was parked on the backside of the parking lot away from the stairs.
When we got to her car, she fumbled around in her purse looking for her keys. I was standing slightly behind and to her side. She found her keys and triumphantly turned around to show me when all of sudden she was aggressively kissing me, with her body pressed against mine.
I took the keys from her, unlocked the door and crawled across to the passenger's side. She got in behind me into the driver's seat. Without saying a word, we started kissing again. When I reached to touch her breast, she moaned but pushed my hand down to her lap. As you can imagine, I was now fully turned on by the whole spontaneity of the situation.
Still french kissing like crazy, I slipped my hand up her skirt and rubbed her upper thigh. She had on panty hose but she moaned again and slid down in the seat, spreading her legs and bringing my hand in contact with her crotch. I cupped her pussy in my hand and pressed into her cleft. She was wet, having soaked through her panties and panty hose. The smell was awesome and permeated the air in the car, causing me to become even more turned on. My dick was so hard that it felt like it could break off at any moment.
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