The Thin Red Thong.

I was at an off-site conference at a big hotel with my work team. One of the few things that had kept me sane during the long dreary meetings was my colleague Brenda.

She was one of the few women at our meeting, the youngest and certainly the most attractive. Brenda was in her mid-thirties, a few years younger than me, an attractive brunette with neatly styled hair down to her shoulders. During one dreary session after my lustful eyes had explored her well-filled white blouse, her sheer tan nylon clad legs and the outline of her panties through the thin tight cloth of her grey business skirt.

Finally we had a free afternoon. Some guys went to catch up with work, some to sleep, others I guess to enjoy an afternoon of porn and masturbation in the privacy of their rooms. The hotel had a decent sized indoor pool so I decided to go for a swim. When I got there I found I was alone with Brenda in the pool.

She was in a red one-piece swimming costume. The moment I saw her I felt that familiar tightening down below. Somehow the thin taut cloth emphasised Brenda's curves even more sensuously than a bikini. The tapering wedge of red cloth at the front seemed to guide my eyes involuntarily down between her legs. Her costume was high cut at her hips and made her shapely legs look even longer. Its shoulder straps were thin and its low cut cleavage was held closed by a red bow between her big breasts that seemed to be begging to be undone.

But most of all, as she walked along the side of the pool my hungry eyes locked on the thin red thong nestling deep between her smooth round bum cheeks and running under her between her legs. As she strode above me on the pool side with her cheeks quivering with her strides I saw that thong was so thin her bottom looked all but naked. I even managed to catch a penis-straining view straight up between her spread legs from below as she climbed out of the pool above me. As she swam and I watched her long legs spread and close together, I couldn't keep my eyes, or my lustful mind off that thin strip of red cloth.

I was in very brief light blue speedos. As I swam, in my mind Brenda stripped and posed erotically for me like the girls in my porn and she treated me to every straight and kinky sex act I could imagine. My hungry erection strained with lust and felt ready to burst through my speedos. The thin cloth showed the outline of my hard-up penis shaft and its head in perfect detail, especially when the wet cloth clung to my shaft. My penis head all but poked out at the top. Where my erection pushed my speedos out from my body, my rampant pubic hair peeped out at the sides. Trying not to make it obvious I made very sure Brenda noticed I was up for her.

Then it happened. I was in the water holding onto the side rail with my eyes following Brenda's swinging thighs and her gently bobbing breasts as she strolled along the pool side toward me. When she was right above me she squatted on her haunches, then slowly spread her legs wide. That thin red thong between the tops of her spread thigh was barely more than a foot in front of my face. My eyes locked onto it instantly. The dimpled cameltoe line of her vagina slit was clearly visible where her costume bulged over her mound and a few strands of her own dark pubic hair were showing on either side.

"You can't keep your eyes off me can you?" Brenda began.

She knew! I felt my face go red with embarrassment. But then she slid her hand down her front and between her spread thighs to the thin red thong. She stroked her bulge and the line of her slit for a moment then pulled her swimsuit aside to display her pussy. Her vagina was ringed by dark cunt fur, and squatting like that had pulled her vagina wide open so her pink inner labia showed.

"This is what you want to see, isn't it?" she continued, speaking softly but with excitement in her voice.

Still holding that red thong aside, with a thrust of her hips she nudged her pussy toward my face close enough for me to kiss.

"Shall we go back to my room? Do you want to give me what my husband's giving that slut he doesn't think I know he's fucking?" There was an edge of anger as well as excitement in her voice.

I'd heard rumours about Brenda's marriage. Mine was a bit shaky too. I'd hesitate to call her the office whore but I'd also heard rumours about Brenda and other guys at work, like hand-jobs in empty offices at work. With the opportunity the hotel offered us I should have realised it would be my turn.

Boy did I want! As she held her swimsuit aside I hauled myself up, shoved my face between her spread legs and kissed her right on her pussy. Her soft wet pubic hair against my tongue tasted of chlorine from the pool. She took that as a yes. As we walked to where we'd hung up the white towelling robes that came with our rooms I fondled her naked bum cheeks the whole way, letting my exploring fingers enjoy that thin red thong between her cheeks. Her room was in a less central wing of the building than mine with less likelihood of us being seen together. As soon as the door was closed behind us Brenda said:

"You like my bottom don't you? Don't think I didn't notice in that meeting. Was my skirt tight enough for you? I could all but feel you pulling my knickers down."

With that, she bent over a chair with her bottom toward me. She wiggled her bottom at me and looked at me over her shoulder.

"Touch me," she said, inviting me with her eyes. As if I needed to be invited.

My hand started on her gleaming smooth bum cheeks and her thighs. Then my fingers were in the valley between her cheeks slowly working their way down that thin red thong. When my exploring fingers reached her thigh tops, she spread her legs wide. My hand brushed her inside thigh tops as it slid between her spread legs with my fingers following the thin red thong across her anus ant taint to play with her vagina slit through the thin taut cloth. I heard her gasp and felt her trembling with sexual

excitement.

Brenda stood and turned to face me. She stood with her legs slightly parted as if she was waiting for me to make the first move. I didn't keep her waiting long. My hand cupped over the bulge of her mound. Then she gasped excitedly as my fingers stroked her vagina slit through the thin cloth then reached under her to stroke her between her legs.

That bow between her breasts came next. The moment it was undone the pressure of her bulging breasts forced the low-cut cleavage open far enough for her nipples to poke out. They were already peaking like deep red corks from her brown areoles. I pulled the cleavage fully open, cupped my hands over her naked breasts. She grunted with pleasure as I teased her peaking nipples with my thumbs.

Then the shoulder straps. In a single smooth movement I pulled her swimming costume down her body till it was stretched round her legs below her pussy as far as her spread thighs would allow.

Brenda's naked body was everything I'd dreamed of during those meetings and in my bedtime masturbation fantasies the nights before. An hourglass figure, big firm breasts, deliciously rounded bum cheeks and a thick, unkempt bush of dark cunt fur between her legs. She brought her legs together to let her costume drop then she kicked it aside and spread her legs even wider. My one hand was round her slim waist pulling her against me and my other hand was down ruffling her soft pubic hair with my fingers, exploring her juice-moistened love slit.

I released her for a moment to slip off my speedos. Freed from constraint, my erection bounced out and swung with its big round purple-grey head pointing straight up. I thrust my hips toward her and poked my cock head against her front between her navel and her cunt bush.

A moment later Brenda was squatting wide-legged in front of me, kissing and licking my penis shaft. She took my cock head between her lips and massaged it with her lips and tongue. She squeezed my shaft between her lips and slid her mouth rhythmically up and down along its length. I almost involuntarily tried to ram my cock as far as I could between her lips. I could have taken any amount of that. But her lips slid off my cock. It quivered stiffly and felt stiff enough to snap with its arousal-swollen head almost glowing and with a droplet of pre-cum on its tip. Still squatting in front of me, she looked up at me with her big brown eyes.

"Did you like that? My husband did, before he started getting it from his other woman."

A moment later she'd pulled me onto the room's big double bed with her. For frantic minutes we wrestled naked together. Our legs entwined, Brenda's long legs wrapped over me, her cunt bush stroked my thighs, cock and lips, we kissed, we explored each other's naked body with our hands, lips and tongues, I buried my face between Brenda's spread legs and ruffled her cunt fur with my tongue, she licked and sucked my cock, I finger-pleasured her pussy, she squeezed her thigh tops and her soft breasts together for me to run my straining hard shaft between them, and lots more. Brenda was wild.

After our long meaty romp, she almost forcibly rolled me onto my back and climbed on top of me with her soft warm thighs astride me. Her cunt hair brushed my cock head and her breasts swung pendulously above me.

"Me on top," she said. "He always just gets on top of me for his five minutes of fun. Now its my turn to do it my way. Pleasure me hot."

With that last phrase she jerked her hips up my body toward me.

"Let's get a condom," I suggested in a moment of caution. I'd already discovered that as well as the usual toiletries, the hotel supplied each room with two condoms.

"I want your raw cock in me!" Brenda almost grunted. "Don't worry. I won't get pregnant." I must have looked unsure. "I won't get pregnant. Not after my last pregnancy."

I didn't want to go into that but took her at her word. I prefer my naked cock to a sheathed cock in a woman anytime.

I like my women hot for my cock pleasure. Years of marriage had taught me what a woman wants. I played with Brenda's breasts as they hung above me, catching her peeking nipples with my thumbs. Brenda liked that. She leaned forward over me so I could kiss her breasts and flick her nipples with my tongue. My hand fondled her pussy as my lips and tongue teased her breasts.

Holding her thigh with one hand my other hand slid through her bush. Her cunt fur was already soaking with her juice. My fingertips found her vagina lips and began to stroke rhythmically. I could tell Brenda knew what was coming. She'd been finger-fucked before. As I worked her hot she moaned and squirmed with the sexual pleasure and nuzzled her hairy pussy against my hand. I sensed her excitement rising and slipped my fingers into her vagina. I found the hard peak of her clit and began to circle and criss-cross it.

After a few minutes of finger-pleasuring her I felt Brenda's body tense against me. Her back arched and her breasts swung up as she shoved her hips forward in her rising orgasm. She cried out and her breasts bounced above me as her whole body shook in the pulses of her orgasm. I held my hand cupped over her hairy mound as an obviously explosive climax rippled through her body, going on for ages. Finally she slumped over me panting with her eyes closed and her breasts squeezed against my chest. Every woman's orgasm is different. Brenda wasn't as noisy and frantic as my wife but her climax lasted longer.

After a minute or so Brenda's eyes opened and she rose up above me again so her furry pussy was pressing against my shaft.

"Now I'm going to ride your rod," Brenda said purposefully.

She took my cock in her hand and guided its head between her spread legs. She teased me by rubbing its head back and forth through her cunt fur and along her juice-lubed taint. Then she poked it against her vagina slit and a moment later with a deep sigh of satisfaction she lowered herself onto me and my cock slid full length into her till our pubic hair met. Her vagina was as warm and as smooth as any man could dream of. I took hold of her thighs as she stayed still astride me for a moment with my cock full in her letting me enjoy her tightness. I've got quite a decent girth and her vagina squeezed my hard shaft deliciously.

Brenda began the smooth rhythmic bobbing up and down stroking my cock shaft methodically with her vagina. She sighed, gasped and grunted as she rose and fell above me. My hands enjoyed her smooth thighs and soft warm bum cheeks and watched her breasts swing and bounce above me. She'd been fucking me like that for a few minutes when she abruptly stopped and cried out. Her back arched, swinging her breasts up as she thrust her crotch hard against mine. Her body shook and I felt her vagina pulse around my penis. She'd climaxed again, less explosively this time.

"Come in me!" Brenda gasped, trembling as she spoke.

My own cum was getting close. Holding her hips to pull her against me I thrust rhythmically up and down in her warm, smooth tightness. The long sweet burst of orgasm pleasure swelled up my shaft. My hips involuntarily rammed upward in my orgasm thrust and my fingers dug into her buttocks to pull her hard against me. My straining penis jerked powerfully and exquisitely inside her as I filled her.

Brenda stayed astride me as my erection subsided and my penis withdrew from her and flopped still half erect arching over my belly. Semen was oozing from its tip onto me and my semen was trickling out of Brenda's vagina to catch in her pubic hair and run down the insides of her thigh. She reached down, took hold of my juice- and semen-covered penis between her hand and forefinger and wanked a last spurt of semen and pulse of orgasm pleasure from my penis before she climbed off me and lay snuggled against me.

We showered together to wash my semen and the smell of chlorine off our bodies. I could tell she wanted more. But we had to leave it there for the afternoon. It was getting toward time to get ready for the evening dinner and drinks at the bar. As I dressed in my by now almost dry Speedos and put on the white towelling to go back to my room Brenda pulled on the panties she'd be wearing for the evening. They were red with a pattern of black flower petals, very brief, and with a thin red thong nestling deep between her smooth, round bum cheeks.

"You like red, don't you?" I said.

"It's my favourite colour," Brenda said. "I think it's such a sexy colour." Then, giving me a mischievous smile. "And I'll be wearing stockings for you."

I certainly agreed. Then with a last kiss and my fingers running for one last time along that thin red thong and reaching down inside to ruffle her cunt fur, I left her.

That evening in the bar there was Brenda. Her hair was neat again after our frantic romp and she looked red hot in a spectacular deep red bare-shouldered, thin halter-strapped low back dress clinging to her curves as sensuously as that swimsuit, with sheer black nylons and black high heels. Her breasts were almost oozing out of its low-cut cleavage and a necklace with a red jewel hanging in a deep V guided every man's hungry eyes down between them. Though our eyes frequently met, Brenda and I carefully ignored each other so no one might guess. But I didn't care. I knew she was mine for that night.

I was there among the men in grey business suits ogling her breasts, her sheer black nylon-clad legs, her dress tightening over the cheeks of her bottom as she rocked smoothly on her high heels, and mentally undressing her. Over our beers we quietly discussed what she'd be like in bed, how big her breasts were and whether her pussy was hairy or smooth. I gave away nothing and when the subject of what underwear she might be wearing, if any, came up I smiled to myself. I was already seeing that thin red thong in my lustful mind's eye and I knew I'd soon be seeing it again for real.