7 comments/ 81093 views/ 24 favorites My Night with Sophie By: gapster7 This story is about one incredible night I had five years ago in New York City. It is still hard for me to believe that evening unfolded the way it did, but it remains one of my most prized memories and a constant source of fantasy for me. This story is about Sophie. My name is Steven. I own a commercial furniture company in Hartford, Connecticut and have lived a pretty straight-forward life over the years. I met Sophie for the first time when she came to interview for an interior design position in our sales and design division. She had responded to an ad we'd placed, her resume had been impressive, and I had called to bring her in for a face-to-face. She was employed at the time so we had to meet on a Saturday. I was very pleased when she walked through the door. She was 5'-6" tall, had long, silky, dark blond hair, a sweet and very friendly face and a solid body. She wore glasses that afternoon, which I never saw her wear again. I guess she wore them for effect. She had tailored slacks, slight heels, and wore a fitted jacket that hugged her body. Even the several layers she wore couldn't hide that fact that she had some very nice curves. She was of Baltic descent, but had grown up in Wisconsin and been educated there as well. Upon graduation she and her boyfriend moved east to follow a job offer for him. Sophie worked in a few firms in the area, but was looking for advancement and more money, so she had responded to our classified ad. She had married the same boyfriend, her childhood sweetheart I later found out, and they were looking to settle into the Hartford area and buy a house. I was struck by her friendly nature and warm personality. She had a real "girl next door" quality and seemed like she'd make a great addition to our office. I offered her a position; she accepted and said she'd start in a few weeks after giving notice to her current employer. I was looking forward to her joining our staff. And I was right -- she did fit right in. She had a warm bubbling personality that everyone gravitated toward and her charm and good nature made her an instant success with clients as well. Once she'd been in the office for a few weeks I came to appreciate what a lovely woman she was, particularly physically. She had an open and expressive face and always had a smile. Her shoulders were broad, but tapered down to a very slender waist and a generously round rear end. I loved to watch her hands. Her fingers were slender and she wore several silver rings. I often imagined her fingers wrapped gently around my cock, slowly stroking me. I also noticed how hairless her forearms were. I could only think that her pubis was crowned with downy hair. The thought never failed to make me hard. But there were two physical attributes that stood out above all others: she had beautiful large brown eyes and absolutely incredible breasts. Her eyes were the crowning touch of her beautiful face. "Blow job eyes" a friend of mine had called them, and I had to admit I did find myself fantasizing about watching my cock slide between her sweet pouty lips while she looked up at me with those gorgeous orbs. Her breasts were undeniably magnificent. They were round, full and natural and I guessed them to be 36 D -- maybe even a DD. She always wore tops that accented their fullness, usually tight sweaters or clinging tops. Despite her seeming innocence, she knew she had an amazing asset and she was obviously proud of her tits and seemed very comfortable displaying them. I loved to watch her walk across the office, seeing her breasts bounce tightly within the confines of her bra. I always figured her bras had their work cut out for them. She was good at what she did, and everyone liked working with her, but there was no doubt that her nice round boobs were adored by every male (and female) worker or client that came in contact with her. I noticed every so often that her nipples would suddenly make their presence known, poking out proudly and on the very tips of her breasts. She had to know that her nipples were protruding through her tight sweaters, but she seemed almost oblivious to the fact that her glorious tits took on a whole new dimension when the nipples could be so clearly discerned. I tried not to stare during these fleeting occasions, but it took all my will power to keep from being a drooling fool. Sophie and I began to work on a few accounts together and I always looked forward to our meetings or occasional trips out of the office to visit customers or make a sales call. I noticed over time that she had a very interesting habit, if you can call it such, that I found most intriguing. When talking with her she would often glance down at my crotch and then bring her focus back to my eyes. She did this quite often, especially when she was sitting at her office cubicle and I stood a few feet away talking about some business thing. She'd look me in the eye, then glance down at my crotch, then look me in the eye again. I found this incredibly exciting and I could never put my finger on why that was. I didn't wear tight pants or clothing that would give away my own size, but she seemed to make these glances on a quite regular basis. It turned me on, I must say, and I fantasized and masturbated thinking about what she would be like in bed. One Saturday I came into the office to catch up on some paperwork and Sophie was there working. I had dressed down, of course, and was wearing an old pair of tight jeans that were my typical Saturday apparel. This particular pair had fit to my torso over the years, and when seated my considerable bulge was wedged nicely into the crotch of my jeans. If Sophie paid a visit today, she would indeed get an eyeful. It excited me to think that she might actually get some indication of my own size and girth. An hour after arriving I heard her clear her throat behind me. I swiveled in my chair and looked into her eyes. She asked a few questions about an account we were working on together, but after less than a minute talking I saw her glance down at my groin. I swore I saw her do a little double-take as she refocused her gaze looking directly at my face. We began a casual conversation as she perched on the conference table in my office. I would occasionally look away as we spoke and I could feel her gaze turn to my bulge. I'd look back and she'd quickly return her eyes to mine. I felt like I was playing a little game with her and the appearance of her stiff nipples through the very thin sweater she wore was a testament to the fact that I was right. I loved the fact that she was looking at me and probably wondering how big I really was. I stared at her beautiful round breasts and she stared at my considerable package and we each seemed content to let the other admire our wares. But Sophie was recently married and I had been a faithful husband for 22 years so the game we were playing was just a form of flirting. But it turned me on, nevertheless, and I had a feeling that Sophie harbored a secret fascination and interest in my own endowments. One day Sophie came to me to express an interest in attending Neocon in New York -- a furniture show that was the east coast showcase for commercial interiors. It's been discontinued since 9/11, but that year it was still going strong and was a huge show. I was planning on attending for a few days as I usually do and the fact that Sophie was interested was intriguing. She was very busy and really couldn't afford too many days out of the office, but she offered to attend just one day and, perhaps, we could cruise the aisles of the exposition together. Sophie made plans to come down to New York a night early and stay with friends in the city. She'd meet me at the Javits Center and then take a train home at the end of the day. I was planning to stay another day for a few seminars. We confirmed out plans and I looked forward to spending some time with her outside the office. I enjoyed my first day in New York, but I have to admit that I was really looking forward to having Sophie in the city. I arrived at the Javits the second morning and stood by the Hudson Newsstand at 10am as we had prearranged. I saw her striding across the sunlit lobby -- boobs bouncing, hair flouncing, she was a vision with a smile. We greeted one another with an innocent hug, got our badges and headed into the show. We spent the morning weaving down the aisles, stopping to see vendors that we work with and checking out any interesting exhibits. Sophie was a shining light and garnered attention wherever she went. I especially enjoyed watching the faces of other conventioneers as we walked the aisles. Men and women alike looked at her as she walked by -- usually focusing on her breasts and then glancing quickly at her face. I loved the fact that she was with me. Toward late morning we decided to catch an early lunch. We talked about innocent topics, but I did find out that her husband, Alan, was on a business trip in Texas and she was returning to an empty house on her return home. I filed that nugget away and thought about the possibilities. We churned through the show in the early afternoon hours, but were only partially done as we hit a wall about 3:30. Sophie looked at her watch and frowned as she realized that she was going to have to think about heading to Grand Central to catch a train. "Listen, Sophie, I have an idea. What's the rush in heading back? Why don't you stay tonight and you can catch a ride back with me tomorrow afternoon. I'm sure my hotel has rooms, this has been a very productive day, and it makes sense to see the rest of the show tomorrow after a good night's sleep." I hesitated. "And I'm your boss and I say it's okay." She smiled and I could see her brain ticking. "Well...I guess. I have a meeting tomorrow that I'd have to reschedule." She looked at me quizzically. "Then call the office and reschedule. This is a great show and it's great having you here to share it with. But I'm exhausted and I think we ought to head over to the hotel, get you settled and then go out and have a nice dinner. What do you say?" Her smile said it all. She called the office, dispensed with her morning responsibilities and we headed out of the convention center to catch a cab. I was staying at the Intercontinental on the east side. I usually like to avoid the convention hotels in Times Square and make it a point to find a nice hotel off the convention trail. Our cab dropped us off on 48th Street and we headed into the lobby. I had called ahead and confirmed that a nice room would be waiting for Sophie. She checked in and we went our separate ways with plans to meet down in the bar around 5pm. I was beside myself with excitement. I went upstairs, shaved, showered, changed clothes and got ready for an evening of who knew what? The unknown quality of what lay ahead was what really got my blood flowing. I headed down to the bar, ordered a Grey Goose with lime on the rocks, and waited for Sophie to arrive. She slinked in a few minutes later. She had changed her clothes and looked stunning. She had on a fitted pair of black slacks, molded to her round rear end, a pair of nice black heels and a baby blue cashmere sweater that hugged and accentuated her killer curves. A little make-up, a hint of perfume, and a big smile -- I ordered her a drink. We settled in to relax and talk a bit over a pre-dinner cocktail, forgetting shop and concentrating on more personal matters. I began to ask about her background and upbringing. We sat across from one another on a settee and I knew that the pair of slacks I had worn was hugging my crotch very tightly. As we talked I saw her glance down at my cock several times -- just doing what she did naturally. A stiff drink fueled our conversation and before long I was asking about her marriage and relationship with Alan. Apparently they had been junior high and high school sweethearts, and while they had gone to different colleges, their relationship had continued through their college years and beyond. "So is Alan pretty much the only guy you've ever been with?" I asked, suddenly regretting such a personal question. "Well, yeah, I guess. I mean, I went on dates with other guys, but...well, Alan is the only guy I've...you know." She seemed embarrassed at this announcement and I made some lame comment about how great it was and tried to change the subject. But she had other things in mind. "Well, what about you? When did you meet your wife?" I gave the sixty second version of my married life, how we met and so on, but she continued this line of questioning. "So did you have a lot of girlfriends before you met your wife?" she asked. "Well, I guess so. I mean, I'm married and faithful now, but before that it was a bit crazy. Especially in college." Her eyes widened and she pressed on. "What about college?" "Well it wasn't all of college -- mostly my junior year actually. That was a pretty incredible year." "How so?" She wasn't letting go of the topic, she seemed quite curious, in fact, so I decided to elaborate. "Well two things happened my junior year. First I joined a band. I was the lead singer and guitar player in the big band on campus. We played several nights a week at parties and clubs and wherever we could. And even though Ann Arbor is a pretty small town in the scheme of things, if you're a happening band, then there are going to be plenty of girls around. And there were." "And what was the second thing?" I hesitated and then plowed ahead. "Well early in the year I went out on a couple dates with this sorority chick, Bethany. She was very social and very well-connected. We hooked up, but it wasn't going anywhere. Anyway, she had a big mouth and she began to circulate a rumor about me." "Which was?" "Well, it's a little embarrassing to talk about, but, well, she began to tell all her girlfriends that I was...well, that I was really well-hung. I can't tell you the number of girls I met that year who had heard that from Bethany or a friend of Bethany's. Anyway, it was a rumor that took on a life of its own." "And was it true?" I blushed a little, but I could see Sophie eyeing my cock again. "Well, yes, if you want me to be truthful. Or so I've been told, anyway." I looked at Sophie closely and could see her face flush with excitement. I could also detect her nipples gently prodding the soft this material of her sweater. I decided to push ahead. "You know, it was a weird year. I decided early on that I wasn't going to get involved with anyone seriously that year. I was going to enjoy the variety and sheer number of women that came my way and I was going to...well, I was just going to enjoy it. I figured it was a once in a lifetime kind of thing." Sophie smiled and I could tell she was very interested in learning more. "So how many girls did you sleep with that year?" "I really don't know. I didn't count exactly. But it had to be north of fifty." Sophie blanched. "My God. You're kidding me? What was that like?" "Oh man, I'm so embarrassed..." I shook my head in mock shame. "Oh don't be embarrassed. I think it's amazing. I just want to know what it was like being with so many different women." "You know, it's weird, but at times I got the feeling like I was a sex object. I know that sounds weird or conceited or something. But there were a few women that came onto me and only wanted to see my cock. I mean, they were like curiosity hounds or something, and they...I mean all they wanted to do was look at it. It was totally bizarre" I wasn't sure where I was going with this and I didn't want to turn Sophie off. I waited to hear her press the conversation. "What did they want?" "Well some of them just wanted to look at me and touch me. And some wanted to, you know, suck me. I was clearly too big for a few of them. But some of them really got off on my size and, well, that's what made the whole thing worthwhile." I looked at Sophie and smiled. She kept doing her gaze thing -- she'd look down at my crotch and then look back in my eyes. The drink was loosening her inhibitions a bit, and she was slowly becoming animated. "So you were too big for some of them -- what about the others?" she asked with a wicked grin. "Well there were actually quite a few that really got off on my size. And I like to think that, you know, I had more than size going for me. Like I said, it was an incredible year and I learned a lot about pleasing women. It was worth the price of tuition, you might say." Sophie had a glazed look in her eye. She continued. "Well, I'm embarrassed to say that the only penis I've ever seen is Alan's. I really don't have anything to compare it to." She glanced down at my crotch again. I had hardened slightly with all this talk about sex, and I knew she was getting an eyeful, even though I was fully clothed. The alcohol had fueled this conversation so far and I felt like it was time to make a bold move. "Sophie, I have to say something. I feel like we are being given this special night and we have an opportunity to take advantage of this situation. I know you're recently married and I'm married 22 years, but I have an idea if you don't mind my continuing?" She looked at me with a wistful gaze, a little suspicious, but more curious than anything. "Please do," she stated. "I can't help noticing how you have a habit of looking at my crotch all the time," Sophie blushed with embarrassment and looked away from me. I didn't want to turn her off. "Don't get me wrong. It's quite flattering. But I've noticed many times, not just today. And I, well, it's hard to put into words, but..." I hesitated before going on, but it was now or never. "Well here's what I think we should do. We are going to go upstairs to my room. I have two double beds. You are going to get on one -- I'm going to get on the other. We are not going to touch. I'm going to take my clothes off and you're going to take your clothes off. I'm going to show you my cock. I'm going to make it hard for you. And then I'm going to jack off for you and I'm going to show how much cum I can shoot out of my stiff cock when I'm really excited. It's going to blow you away." I looked at her earnestly and could see that she wasn't quashing the idea. She seemed intrigued. "And you are going to show me your magnificent body. Sophie, I can't tell you how amazing I think your body is. In fact I've jerked off thinking about you so many times, it's not even funny." This seemed to excite her. "You have? Really? I can't believe it?" "Oh, believe it, Sophie. Many times. I've thought about what it would be like to bury my dick deep inside your pussy. I've thought about what your beautiful eyes would look like when you were trying to swallow my penis. I've thought about sliding my cock between your big tits. God, you're lovely." Sophie looked at me incredulously. Maybe I had blown this. Maybe I had totally misread the situation. But I saw her gently rub her nipple and I knew that she was hooking onto the idea. I decided to continue. "So we're not going to touch one another. You'll be on one bed; I'll be on the other. We'll talk and fantasize, but we won't touch. What do you say?" I looked at her with lust and hope. Sophie swigged down the remainder of her drink and placed it squarely on the cocktail table. "I say let's go." She stood up and her breasts bounced ever so slightly with her movement. Her nipples were protruding proudly through the cashmere. I paid the bill and we slowly sauntered out of the bar and back into the hotel lobby. We wandered toward the elevator, already feeling a bit uncomfortable with the "no touching" limit I'd suggested. I felt like I needed to lead the way and I wanted to start this session, wherever it might lead, by playing by the rules. We took the elevator up to my floor and just looked at one another across the elevator cab. I could feel her pull, but I resisted. My Night with Sophie We walked silently down the corridor, I slipped the key card through the slot and the little green light acknowledged our admittance. Sophie veered off toward the bathroom while I scanned the radio for appropriate music. Once a little smooth jazz was wafting through the speakers, I sat down on the edge of one of the beds. Sophie appeared silently and took her place on the bed opposite me. I knew I had to lead the way and I did. I stood up, looked her in the eye and began to talk. I knew that talk would be the key to her heart and mind. I began to unbutton my shirt. "Let me go first, Sophie. I want you to know how much you turn me on. We are time out of mind right now. We are just here. You and me. The world is somewhere else." I took off my shirt. I may be in my forties, but I'm not embarrassed to show my body. Sophie sat with her hands at her side, alternating her gaze between whatever I was taking off and my cock. I continued. I took off my shoes and socks and then stood up straight and looked her in the eye. I began to lightly stroke the bulge that was impossible to ignore in my trousers. "I want to show you this, Sophie. I think it's what you've been wondering about. Tonight it's all for you, baby." I unbuckled my trousers, released my belt, and slowly slid the zipper down. I had on tight bikini underwear that stretched around my cock and made it look enormous. Sophie's eyes bulged as she saw me lower my pants and expose myself in bikini briefs. I saw her excitement and slowly exposed my cock, doing it in a slow and teasing manner. "Oh my God, Steven. It's....huge." She leaned forward to get a good close look and I wiggled it back and forth in front of her face. She had a look of awe on her face. The tip was tumescent and the veins were beginning to stand out, but I was only semi-hard and I shook my dick up and down for her approval. "You make me pretty hard, Sophie. I need to see more of you to bring me to full erection. I need you to show me something. I'm so excited thinking I'm going to see your breasts, your tits, your fucking amazing boobs. Give me something, Sophie." I stroked my cock and my own words added to my girth. I could feel Sophie's eyes upon me as she sat up straight and began to pull her cashmere sweater over her head. As she pulled the garment over her head, her bra-clad breasts bounced into view. The tops of her breasts bulged seductively from the top of her black bra. They were full and large and round. I stroked my cock to full hardness and Sophie watched as she reached behind to unclasp her bra. As it came loose and fell forward I looked agape as her magnificent tits came into view. They jiggled with their release and hung fully on her frame, her stiff nipples protruding forth in a majestic manner. Her tits were incredible -- large, round, full and fleshy. They looked like they'd be so soft to the touch. They were perfectly shaped and swayed with each little movement. I now grew to full erection and she gaped at my cock. "Oh God, Sophie. Your breasts are incredible. Hold them up for me." "I love your cock, Steven. I've never seen anything like it. Now I know what got all the tongues wagging in college. It's magnificent." She cupped her breasts, lifted their fullness up for my view and looked me in the eye. Then she put her hands above her head and shook her breasts from side to side, their fullness swaying with serious gravity. I stroked my cock and groaned. "Would you like to touch these?" she whispered. "What do you think of them?" "Shit, Sophie. You're tits are fucking gorgeous. I'm going to cum all over them in a little while. Show me more. Show me your pussy. Show me your beautiful body." I sat back down on the bed and my cock stood up straight and proud, stiff from the incredible sight before me. Sophie stood up, lowered her tight black slacks and stood up in a thin black thong. She hooked the straps with her thumbs and slowly lowered the last vestige of covering from her gorgeous body. She looked me in the eye and continued with a confident air. I inhaled sharply as I saw the downy crease of her pussy. Her body was outrageous -- a vision of fullness and voluptuous sexuality. I reached full hardness and stroked myself for her. "I like watching you stroke your cock, Steven. It's very sexy. It's making me so wet." Yeah, she was wet and I was hard as a rock. And I couldn't touch her. Shit! Who made up these rules anyway? I needed to see her pussy. "Show me your sex, Sophie. Show me your pussy, baby." Sophie sat back down on the bed, laid down and spread her legs. Her pussy bloomed forth like a delicate flower. Her sexual aroma wafted up to my eager nostrils. She had a look of sheer lust on her face as she fingered herself and spread her lips for my further arousal. I stood back up so she could see my full mast. I cradled my cock in my right hand and stood over her with my huge cock cantilevered over her supple body. Her fingers increased their pace as she rubbed her clit and stared at my full erection. "Do you like what you see, Steven? Does it make you hard? What do you want to do to me, Steven? Hmmm?" This girl, this innocent Midwestern girl-next-door, sweet as a button wife had turned into a horny sex machine. I calculated the time and realized that once our game was over, we'd go out to dinner and by the time we returned, the night would still be young. There was more in store, but for now I needed to play by the rules. I couldn't touch. But I could say anything. "Yeah. Rub your pussy, Sophie. Shake your tits. Show me your sex. Do you know how bad I want to fuck you? Do you know how often I've jerked off thinking about your body?" Sophie continued whipping her hand across her clit. As her hand flew across her cunt her breasts shook and shimmied with her movement. She dug her feet into the carpet and began to rock back and forth. The pillows of her breasts bounced like Jello and her stiff nipples quivered with her rhythm. I could hear wet sticky sounds coming from her pussy as her she rubbed her labia and the insides of her thighs glistened with her sexual excitement. "Stroke your cock, Steven. Beat it for me. I want you to cum all over me. I want to see you cum fly out of your huge cock. You can't know how bad I want to suck you off. Cum for me, Steven. Cum for me! Fucking shoot it all over me," she screamed. I stroked harder and faster and my cock bulged with the impending explosion. "Here I cum, Sophie. Here I cum. Here's what you want! FUCK!" And I exploded. The first rope of cum flew thickly out of my cock and splayed across her body and face in thick white streams. The next rope flew in a similar fashion and flew wildly in every direction, splatting onto her bouncing breasts. I groaned loudly and heard Sophie scream in delight as she spasmed with her own orgasm. The third and fourth round of cum flew wildly across her body, now covered with thick white cum splayed haphazardly across her tender flesh. "Oh fuck, Sophie. Oh fuck. That was incredible." I collapsed on the bed and looked over at her spread-eagled on the bed, her cunt wet with her own juices and her lips open and inviting like they were expecting a cock to join in the fun. Sophie rubbed my cum on her body and licked her fingers while looking in my direction. Then she hopped up and ran to the bathroom while I lay in complete oblivion. She returned a few seconds later with a warm wet towel -- two actually -- and handed me one to wash up. "I'd clean you up myself, but someone made rules about not touching, so I guess you're just going to have to help yourself." She eyed my cock, now limp but still full, laying at an angle across my stomach. I lifted it up and shook it slightly. "We would have loved to have played with you, Sophie. But rules are rules," I stated. "All this visual sparring has made me famished. Let's go get something to ear." I hopped up, my cock bobbing with my movements, and I watched Sophie as she lifted her sweet supple body off the bed. The body I had fantasized about so many times, now naked and exposed to my view. She was incredibly lovely. We got dressed and suddenly felt a little awkward about all that had just gone on. But I knew that would pass. We grabbed our coats and headed out into the New York night for a good meal. We left the hotel, snagged a cab and headed down to Soho. I had called earlier and made a reservation at Balthazar, a nice bistro. It was loud and full, but we enjoyed our meals, animated conversation and a very expensive Bordeaux. We were both spent, but the meal was rejuvenating us both and the sexual electricity began to grow as we talked and ate. As the meal drew to a close, I leaned across and spoke to Sophie in a lowered voice as I waited for my credit card. "So, Sophie. I think we have one of two choices. This is our night. I doubt this will happen again. You're married. I'm married. This is just one of those time out of mind nights that comes along very few times in a lifetime. So here's how I see it. We can go back to my hotel room and play another game of "No touch". I waited to see her reaction. She cocked her eyebrow. "Or?" Or, we can go back to my hotel room and..." "And what?" "Or I can slowly remove your clothes, and kiss your neck and ears, and lay you down on the bed and kiss my way down over your incredible breasts -- I may have to spend some extra time there, sucking your nipples -- and then kiss and lick my way down your stomach and...." I was on fire and I could see she was too. She wanted me to tell her what I was going to do and I saw the desire in her eyes as she listened. And I knew this was going to be a very good night. "....and then I'm going to kiss my way down to your thighs, I'm going to spread your legs and lick the insides and then move up to your sweet wet pussy and I'm going to, ever so slowly, lick and kiss and suck your lips and your wetness. Then I'm going to open you up and lick, kiss and gently suck on your sweet little clit." I could not believe I was saying this. It just came out of the semi-alcoholic, semi-sexual state in which I found myself. Sophie's gaze never left me eyes. I could see she was burning. "That all sounds great, Steven. But are you going to fuck me?" I just looked at her. The waitress returned with my credit card. I slipped it into my wallet and we left without saying another word. We found a cab quickly and snuggled into the backseat. I put my arm around her shoulder and she tucked her hand in between my thighs. I guess the "no-touching" rule was now null and void. I kissed the top of her head while her hand began to roam between my legs. "Intercontinental. 48th between Park and Lexington," I barked at the cabbie. He was oblivious. Sophie was on fire. I shifted in the seat and adjusted my semi-engorged cock so it had room to grow. She leaned in and began to kiss my neck as she expertly slid her hand over my rising member. I decided to lay back and enjoy this cab ride. I caressed her gently as she cupped by cock and kneaded me to full erection. I could hear the rhythm of her breath increasing and I let her stiffen me. I leaned down to whisper in her ear. "I'm going to fuck you so good," I said into her left ear". She tightened her grip and lifted her head up to whisper in mine. "You'd better," was all she said. A few minutes later we were bulleting up Park Avenue and I began to disengage myself. I had to calm myself down a little so the walk through the lobby wouldn't be too embarrassing. We pulled up in front of the hotel, I fished out a twenty to give the anonymous cabbie, and hotel attendant opened the cab door for us. We clambered out and practically ran for the front door. We were so horny and ready to fuck. A leisurely and innocent stroll across the lobby, a groping trip up the east elevators and I was fumbling with my card key as Sophie was groping for my cock. The door sprung open, I threw my coat and key on the floor and pinned her to the wall. She wanted it as bad as I did and we both knew that we were heading into sexual overdrive. I reached down, cupped her soft, supple butt in my hands and ground my cock into her. She spread her legs, cupped my hard, muscular butt in her hands and ground her pussy into my growing shaft. Too many clothes, too much sexual excitement. We began to disrobe, helping each other, but also quickly shedding our own. Shoes, socks, pants, sweaters -- clothes were flying everywhere. In between the housekeeping of shedding our clothing we each reached down to check the other's sex: she'd cup my balls and I'd palm her round wet pussy. She was down to her bra and thong. My cock had completely escaped my underwear and only my balls were still encased in fabric. I reached behind and unclasped the largest, roundest bra I had ever touched. Sophie's tits came into play and her nipples were stiff and puckered. I lowered my mouth to kiss and suck her fully erect nipples as she groaned in appreciation. My hand wandered down between her legs and I squeezed the soft inner thighs and felt her wetness on my forearm. "Oh, Sophie. Fuck, Sophie, you're so fucking hot." Not the most eloquent sentence I had ever uttered, but completely and utterly true. Meanwhile she was reaching down and groping for my erection. She pulled on it and stroked it with no pretension of gentleness. She needed it. "I need you to fuck me, Steven. I need you now -- not fucking tomorrow! Now!!" she screamed. I dropped to my knees, ripped her thong off and buried my tongue in her snatch. I brought my hand up and slid two fingers slickly into her pussy while my tongue danced and wiggled on her clit. No pretenses. No gentle foreplay. We were both in a sexual whirlpool that had only one destination. The aroma of her soaking wet pussy further excited me and drove me absolutely crazy with desire. She quivered and groaned as I fingered her furiously and licked and probed with my tongue with utter abandon. Then I stood up, but left my fingers firmly ensconced in her soaking wet pussy. I guided her to the bed; she turned and lay down, my fingers never leaving their wet home. "Now, Steven!! Please fuck me now!!" she yelled. I hesitated for only a moment as I hovered over her and kissed her deep, letting her taste her own juices and feeling her tongue lick my lips and mouth. Both hands reached down to guide me home. She pulled me straight to her gaping opening. I could smell the sweet pungent odor of her sexual arousal. I felt her heat with the tip of my penis, but I resisted shoving it home. I eased in just a couple of inches. She groaned loudly. I leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Do you want me to fuck you with my big cock, Sophie? Do you want me to shove it all the way in? Do you?" "Yes, Goddammit. Fuck me. Fuck me with your big cock! FUCK ME!!" I eased in further, and could feel her desperately pulling for me to enter her. At the same time my size needed to ease it's way in and I wanted to be sure she was ready. She was so fucking wet I could not believe her level of excitement. So I began to pump, each stroke going a little deeper and a little deeper. She began to moan with an arousal bordering on abandon. Slowly, stoke by stroke, I buried my huge erection deep into her pussy. I slid in a few complete strokes, tip to stern, and felt her moan with the appreciation of being so deeply and fully fucked. Once fully ensconced, I began a reverse fuck. Pulling out a bit at a time, slowly leaving her with less and less cock, until the tip of my cock was just barely grazing her fully engorged lips. Then I shoved it home -- and she screamed with pleasure. "Oh God, Steven. Fuck me hard!! Fuck me!!" I complied and began to fuck her in earnest. She moaned with each thrust, the sounds coming from her were one long moan, accentuated with a louder moan with each inward thrust. There would be time later for other positions. But right now I needed to fuck her in missionary and her vocal acceptance of each thrust led me on toward orgasm. She needed to be fully and forcefully fucked, and I needed to feel her need. We built up the pace. I leaned back to watch her breasts bouncing wildly with each thrust forward. Her face was contortioned in a grimace of utter ecstasy. Her moans and cries and words were all leading me onward, faster and faster, harder and harder. I pounded her and she couldn't get enough. I fucked her as hard as I'd ever fucked any woman and she begged for more. Her body was made to be fucked, her tits jiggled uncontrollably, her legs wrapped around me and weren't going to let me go, her beautiful face said it all. Our orgasm, after all this build-up together, was mutual and in total synchronization. I felt her muscles contract, I heard her breathing and vocalizing go silent, and I felt my balls constrict and send spews of cum deep into her body. We spasmed in grunts and spurts, sweat dripping off both of us and the slick juices of our union allowing us to consummate one of the most amazing unions I had ever experienced. We collapsed in a heap; I lay on her heaving breasts and felt my cock continue to contract deep inside the walls of her inner sanctum. The "no touching" rule from earlier in the evening had denigrated into a total frenzy fuck. I couldn't remember a time, and it had been quite awhile since I'd tasted another woman, but I could not recall even in my wildest band days, a fuck as deep and as incredible as this. I was going soft, but even at half mast I had enough to continue sliding in and out of her pussy. Behind her calm and innocent exterior was an amazingly horny woman who wanted to be lured, seduced and fucked. We cuddled and relaxed. For the first time I was able to admire Sophie's body with a calm demeanor. She lay on her back and I on my left side. I stroked her soft skin, but my right hand kept finding its way back to her breasts. They were flattened somewhat from lying on her back, but her young skin kept them round and full. They were squishy and soft, the nipples projecting like snow--capped peaks. I kneaded and fondled them and told Sophie how long I'd thought about what it would be like to touch them. "You like them?" she queried. "Like them? Are you kidding me? They're incredible. Everything about you is incredible. But your breasts....God, they're just wonderful." I cupped them and played with their softness, gently tweaking her sensitive nipples. "You like showing them off to guys, don't you?" I asked. She grinned. "Yeah, I guess I do. I get stared at a lot. I guess I've gotten used to it over the years. But, in fact, you're the only guy other than Alan who has ever actually seen them." "Well then, I'm truly honored. And very lucky, I might add." Her right hand wandered toward my withered cock and began to lightly stroke it back to life. My right hand now reluctantly left her chest and slid down her stomach to cup the silky down of her pubis. Her pussy was still moist and open, perhaps a bit tender, so I touched her with soft caresses. She caught her breath as my fingertip grazed her sensitive clit. "You have a nice touch," she whispered. "Well you have nice things to touch," I replied. "I want to go nice and slow and enjoy the next hour." I smiled and nodded in agreement. Soft and slow was going to be the order of the day. I told her to turn over and I straddled her soft, round ass, nestled my semi-hard cock between her sweet butt cheeks and began to massage her shoulders. Her breasts were compressed below and I could see there succulent flesh oozing out from either side of her torso as she lay on her stomach. She groaned her approval as I gave her a deep massage, grinding my cock into her butt as I increased the pressure. My Night with Sophie After ten minutes of this she sighed and turned over, putting her hands above her head and exposing her breasts to my view. I leaned down and began to lick her nipples. She hissed and lifted her torso off the bed to meet my tongue. I sucked softly on her nipples, then leaned into her ear to whisper what I was going to do next. She pushed my head down and I made my way up over the hills of her breasts, across the tender skin of her belly to settle in between her thighs. They were warm and soft and as she spread her legs, her pussy opened up in all its glory. I gasped at the sight and hunkered down to feast on her sweetness. Her pussy lips were full and curled in folds of puckered flesh. I used my fingers to pull and push her labia so I could expose the wet pink inner folds and open her clit to view. Her fleshy lips were soft and pliant to the touch and I inhaled the wet warm smell of her sex as I gently massaged her mons. I circled her lips with my tongue, kissing the insides of her thighs and blowing on her open flower. Her hips began to pulsate with my caresses and I circled in closer and closer to her clit, eventually licking in ever so slightly with the tip of my tongue. She moaned and bucked her hips to meet my mouth. I began to lick in a steady groove, using the flat of my tongue to maximize the surface area of my oral assault. She was juicy and ready. As my tongue and lips created a rhythm, I slowly inserted two fingers. They slipped into the slippery channel of her cunt and she moaned with appreciation. "Oh Steven. Ohhhhhh. Oh lick me, Steven. Please, lick me." I licked her and sucked her and kissed her and my steady oral play began to push her into a zone. She bucked to meet me and I licked furiously, taking cues from her thrusting torso and her verbal responses. She seemed to be getting off on my finger insertion, so I stopped licking for a minute and concentrated on fingering her. She began to moan in earnest, so I started a furious finger fuck, the palm of my hand slapping into her groin as my middle and ring fingers flew in and out of her soaking wet pussy. I think I could have made her cum with a continued fingering, but I wanted to be inside her, and I could tell she'd get off on having a cock in her right about now. I nestled back on the bed with my head on a pillow and pulled her on top of me. She eagerly followed my movements and climbed on board, straddling me and pulling my dick to her swollen wet opening in one swift move. She guided the head of my cock to her slit and moaned as she eased herself down. She worked an inch in at a time and slowly engulfed me in her warmth. She began to bob up and down, taking in my entire length and pulling up high each time before impaling herself again on my cock. She placed her hands on my chest and used me to balance herself as she began a serious fuck. She was getting off on my size and I was getting off on watching her. This had been my fantasy all these months: to watch her ride me cowgirl while her big soft breasts bounced and jiggled in all their glory. Her eyes were closed, her breath was ragged and rhythmic, and her tits were flying all over the place. I placed my hands underneath so they slapped my palms each time she re-impaled herself on my dick. She began to bounce wildly like she was riding a trampoline, using the bed to propel her up each time, gravity then bringing her back down. She was fucking me like a madwoman, grunting and groaning with a serious look of blatant sexuality on her beautiful face. It was getting to be too much for me; getting so thoroughly fucked and watching her body move with abandon. She too was reaching a crescendo. "Ohhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhhhhh -- FUCK. I'm going to cum. I'm going to..." Verbalizing stopped. Only the sounds of our bodies slapping together could be heard, along with the wet sticky sound of our juices intermingling. She was cuming and I felt my own release follow right behind. I unloaded deep inside her as I felt her cunt close its muscles tightly around my shaft. She let out one long groan as her body spasmed and then she collapsed on my chest, the soft pillows of her breasts compressed against me. I was in heaven. "Holy shit, Steven. What did you just do to me? Oh my God." "I guess the 'no-touching' rule went by the wayside, hey?" She laughed and snuggled her lips into my neck. "Good thing. I just couldn't let that big dick go to waste. So nice. Thank you." "Oh, believe me, Sophie. The pleasure was all mine. Thanks for taking a chance on me and coming up here. This will be a night to remember for the ages." "Yes it will, Steven. Yes it will." She paused. "I hope it's not over yet," she said with a sly grin. It wasn't. We fucked several more times that night, in between short naps. It was sort of unspoken that this would be our only night together. An opportunity like this just doesn't present itself too often. We took advantage of it, but we both knew that our home situations would not allow this to grow into an affair of any sort. It was a one night thing; an amazing night at that, but still, a one night thing. We had one very intense fuck in the morning, Sophie kneeling on all fours at the end of the bed while I doggy fucked her from behind while standing and watching our writhing bodies in the mirror. She loved it. So did I. But we had to make our way home and back to reality. Even as we drove back to Connecticut, our relationship as boss and co-worker slowly reasserted itself. We did agree never to talk about this again and to file it away for our future fantasy lives. Sophie continued to work in our office for another year, then she and her husband moved back to the Midwest. We still occasionally keep in touch, but that will probably end over the coming years. It is a memory that will live long for me, I can assure you. It was my one magical night with Sophie.