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The Business Trip

By: happy_camper



I thought the boss was going to bust a gut trying to keep a straight face. Because of the recent investigations into our company's supposed overseas sweatshops–charges that were dropped–the project in Bangkok needed more than my operational expertise. He'd decided, he said, to send along someone from human resources to do the contracting and wage structure. Not anyone from human resources. He was sending Mel Zimmerman, the company's VP of Human Resources and resident labor law genius. While he told me this, the boss was having a hell of a time remaining stoic. He'd rather have been on the floor, rolling around on his expensive his fancy Persian rug–laughing his ass off.

My job requires I spend most of my time twelve time zones away from the boss's office. That's fine by me. I'm not a coat and tie type of guy, and I do enjoy travel--but only by myself. Nothing ruins a trip like having to hold a corporate hand through airports, customs and hotels. I have it down to a science and move quickly through the maze. If I'm babysitting someone else, I have to slow down to point to where to get their bags, then wait while customs marvels at all of the excess crap they packed. For that reason, I especially don't like taking a female with me, corporate officer or not.

Mel–Melissa–Zimmerman might have been statuesque had she not stopped growing at five feet. The chest she got honestly–through genes, not surgery. The rest came with hard work in the gym. Flat belly. Shapely legs. An ass that most women would die for–and most men would die happy if they were parked on it. Add the shiny blue eyes and pixie-cut black hair, she is a babe by any man's definition. 

Now you might lick your chops and question why I wasn't looking forward to the trip. Late night meeting preparations drinking a little too much wine or having one to many Beefeaters gin and tonics. That might lead to a roll in the sack. With a woman who looks like that? A potential fringe benefit all men dream about. But that was the other reason my boss had the giggles. Melissa Zimmerman is gay.

***

In the current security environment, the airport experience can be described in one way: hurry up and wait. I long ago learned the value of using my bonus miles to upgrade to first class so I could wait in the lounge. I was sitting in a comfortable chair reading the local newspaper when I heard a familiar voice asking me if our fearless leader knew we were flying first class. "No, but he's not paying for it. I upgraded us with my miles."

"Really? The company manual says you're supposed to turn in the freebies."

"Never got around to it. I give them the balance when I'm in town long enough to deal with the bullshit."

Mel grinned. "So my department is bullshit, is it?"

I took a closer look. She'd come dressed for serious travel. A T-shirt that was too formal to be called that, one of those skirts that were really shorts and comfortable running shoes. Even more important, all she had was a laptop, a briefcase and a small bag. "Already check in your bag?"

"Nope. This is it. I don't like to hang in baggage claim."

I stuffed the vision of that T-shirt–wet–into the recesses of my mind and tried not to look at the way her shorts/skirt stretched around her round ass. My eyes shifted to her tanned legs, but that was a mistake. Feeling a little flush, I went back to my paper.

"Doesn't bother me."

"Huh?"

"I'm used to guys staring at the equipment. If you're worried about some sort of harassment lawsuit... don't. I like it."

"I thought that...."

"I'd rather have a woman staring at my ass? Most don't. Their turn on is the eyes or mouth or parts men never see." She laughed. "Staring is harmless. Besides, if you surprise me coming out of the shower, it's not big deal. ...You've already seen me naked."

"I've what?"

"Undressed me in your beady little male mind. You have, haven't you?"

"Well, ...uh."

"And to fill in the blanks, I have a tat of a rose on my left cheek, I shave clean and they're C-cups. ...Miss anything?"

I was speechless. It was not what I expected. The woman was a magna cum laud grad from some ivy league school, not a hooker. Further, given her sexual persuasion.... "It's more than I needed to know. Coffee? I'm having a little Baily's in mine."

"Coffee, yes. Booze, no It's too early for me." She laughed. "With as much traveling as you do, you still have to fortify yourself to get on an airplane?"

"Not fear of flight. I'm pre-adjusting time zones."

"Oh."

I got her the coffee, then sat down next to her. "How are we going to work this?"

She frowned. "You want to start talking business already? Jeez. We have the next fifteen hours to do that."

"Okay." I went back to my paper.

"I read your personnel jacket. Pretty wife. No kids."

"They have my wife's picture in my personnel file?"

"Christmas party picture. Why no kids?"

I was confused by the personal interest. "She models. A pregnant belly doesn't fit in with that. Kids come later, after she retires."

"Oh." She laughed. "I thought it might be your reputation."

"My reputation?"

"According to the women I spoke with, you're a slut."

"A what?"

"A slut. You'll screw any woman who'll drop her drawers, and you've apparently been quite persuasive in that department." She shook her head. "After seeing your wife, I thought you'd be partial to tall, leggy blonds. Not so. You apparently are into equal opportunity. Any shape, size or hair color.

I tried to sound incensed. "I beg you pardon."

"No begging or pardon required." She laughed. "Did you really screw Cindy in finance? She has to be at least 300 pounds."

"No. ...And if you have more women around the building claiming...."

"Ah. You're a saint and being maligned."

"I'm no saint, but I don't play around close to the flagpole and I definitely have standards."

"Yeah. It would be hard to find something lie you've got at home. ...She know you play around?"

"We have an agreement."

She laughed. "Yeah. The proverbial agreement. I've heard that one before. One of the fiftieth floor guys told that to his secretary and proceeds to knock her up. When she calls the wife, she finds the only agreement involved the marriage vows."

"She called the wife? Why?"

"Because I told her to." Mel grinned and it was purely evil. "If the wifey agreed to his playing around, don't you think she should no there are about to be some fruits born from that activity?"

"Jesus."

"So maybe I should call you wife and check before this goes any further?"

This was beginning to irritate me. "This? What this? If you want to call and ask my wife if she likes girls, I'll save you the trouble. She does."

"No shit!"

I was pleased I'd shocked the corporate troublemaker. "When I'm on the road, she has her special friends."

"Women?"

"And men. She has her needs. I have mine. When I get home, it makes for good pillow talk and some pretty intense sex. ...Now, back to the 'this' you mentioned that was going further. You decided to switch hit?"

She laughed. "After some of the women I talked to, I'll have to admit it crossed my mind. It's one thing being well endowed, but they say you also know how to use the equipment. ...It does make a lady curious."

"Uh huh. You just want me to take you home to my wife."

"It could be fun."

They called our flight.

We were seated in the middle of the first class section, but Mel talked them into switching our seats to the very front. I wasn't happy about it as the tray tables are a pin in the butt, but I went along with it. I even didn't question why we needed pillows and blankets when the plane hadn't even pushed out of the gate. Instead, I drank my orange juice laced with champagne while she nested, spreading a blanket across our laps.

As we were taxiing out, she leaned closer. "I have a confession. I'm scared shitless to fly."

"No problem. Nothing to worry about. This airline has an excellent safety record."

"Hold my hand?"

I slipped my hand over hers. "Sure."

She dragged my hand under the blanket. 

I thought she wanted to be discrete, hiding the fact she needed her hand held. 

Not so. She grabbed it in both her hands and forced it into a fist. Then she pried out my index and middle finger, extending them. "I need something to take my mind off the takeoff."

That's when I became aware of several things. First, she had hiked up her loose skirt/shorts as high as they would go. Second, she wasn't wearing underwear. Third, I discovered she'd told the truth. She did shave her pussy.

"What do you...?" I got the answer to my question before it was ever asked. I felt my fingers being jammed up her cunt. I say jammed because she used both hands to force my fingers as deep inside her as she could get them. Then she started moving them in an out.

I glanced over at her. She had her head back against the pillow, eyes closed, concentrating on the task at hand. (Pun intended.) She was breathing through her mouth and it was the first time I noticed the puffy lips. Thinking of those lips got me started and I found myself working on a raging hard on with my other hand.

When the pilots added power to takeoff, the timing was perfect. My hand was soaked from her juices. Amid the roar, she turned her head, leaned closer to my ear and quietly screamed. Then she released her my hand, through her arm around my neck and kissed me passionately.

Those were the same lips that I were mentally wrapped around my cock. Lesbian or not, I'd just helped her out, so it was her turn. I grabbed her hand, slipped it under the blanket and guided it to my dick.

She smiled. "My. My. What have we here?" She unzipped me and released my dick. "And I thought the girls were exaggerating." 

Now I'll admit I'm a bit longer than average, but what most women comment on is the thickness and the large head. I'm used to compliments, but this one confused me. Hoiw did a nice lesbian girl know whether I was big, small or something else? I was going to ask, but she'd started pumping in earnest and I had more pressing matters on my mind.

Mel leaned closer to whisper in my ear. "I know you want me to suck it, but do you think she'd approve?"

"She" I saw Mel nod forward and realized there was a flight attendant sitting in a jump seat, facing us. Asians are supposed to be inscrutable, but I could see she was fixated on what was going on under the blanket. Between the audience and Mel's masterful stroking, I couldn't take it any more. With a groan, I soaked the blanket.

By the time I recovered, the pilots were climbing and the flight attendants were up moving about the cabin. "Our" flight attendant smiled at us and disappeared into the galley, returning with two hot towels she slipped to use with a smile.

I don't speak Chinese, but Mel apparently did. She and the flight attendant spoke for a full minute. Whatever they said seemed to please the young Chinese girl because when she left, she was giggling. "What was that about."

"She says she loves newlyweds. We talked about how you and I are going to Bangkok for our honeymoon."

"You did what?"

Mel grinned. "Not to worry. She apologized they don't have curtains to give us privacy, but if we ever want to use the bathroom, she'll stand guard."

I laughed. "She'll stand guard? I thought that would be my job."

Mel's hand darted under the blanket and I saw the look of disappointment. The toys had been put away and the toy box zipped. That didn't stop her from some creative stroking. "Boy is my wife going to be pissed. All of that wasted sympathy."

"Wasted sympathy?"

"She picked me up from work yesterday and you were leaving the building. I pointed you out and said you were going with me. She knows I'm an ass man and commented on your fine rear, saying I should have a fun trip. That's when I told her you weren't into guys. She was sad for me, knowing I'd be spending the whole trip dreaming about having you bet over something."

Mel squirmed a little and her other hand disappeared beneath the blanket. "Sounds interesting, as long as you don't get to creative. I don't care to have soething that large jammed up my ass."

By this time she was stroking in earnest and I was responding. I decided to help her out and reached under the blanket to unzip my pants. "We need more hot towels."

Mel grinned. "Not this time, buddy." She raised the arm between out seat. "Slide over closer to the window."

I did as I was told and watched her slide down to rest her head in my lap. When she did, she started working my dick with both hands. I was close. "Whatever you have in mind, you'd better hurry. I'm just about there." I closed my eyes and pictured those full lips sliding up and down my cock.

She raised up, looked around, then lowered her head under the blanket.

That was about all it took. Those lips surround my cock head, then started working their way downward. As my cock started slipping into her throat, I felt one of her hands cupping and gently squeezing my balls. That was that. I started erupting, filling her mouth and throat with cum. Her head started moving up and down, increasing the speed as she milked me dry.

She stayed there, sucking, until I was limp.

"Wow. Where'd you learn to do that?"

She sat up. "That? What are you talking about?" She discretely wiped her mouth, then grinned. "And is there a horse in your lineage? That had to be a least a quart."

I laughed. "Okay. No questions. I probably couldn't get a straight answer anyway." I emphasized the word "straight."

She laughed. "Maybe later, after we've had out trip to the john."

I groaned. I needed a few dozen oysters and a nap before that happened.

I sat on the toilet and watched Mel take off the T-shirt, surpised she wasn't wearing a bra. The shape of the shirt said she was, but her tits were naturally firm and erect. Even with their large size, no support was needed.

That was a fleeting thought. When I saw the small dime sized nipples, I knew I had to suck them. Immediately. I pulled her down to my ap and began tracing them with my tongue, pausing occasionally to suck them into my mouth. I was rewarded as they became erect. I began sucking on one while gently rubbing my thumb over the other.

Mel groaned and squirmed in my lap.

I whispered, "Take off your shorts. I want to suck your clit."

She did and I discovered there was a distinct advantage to being in an airplane bathroom with a small woman. There was very little wedging or gymnastic contortions involved. I leabed forward and began eating her pussy, discovering it already wet. I also found that her tits weren't the only large things attached to her small body. Her clit was already erect and it was sticking out of her pussy, waiting for me. I gently sucked it into my lips.

That didn't last long. Mel needed to be fucked and she needed to be fucked now. She jumped up and turned, giving me a full view of that magnificent ass. Narrow hips. Tight. Muscular. I would have liked to laid her out flat, but that wasn't possible.

She bent forward over the sink. Well, sort of bent. There wasn't that much room and she was more standing than bending. "Is this good enough?"

I stood, dropping my pants, and moved closer, my cock gently caressing her ass. My intent was to rub the head against her pussy and gradually work it into her cunt, giving her a chance to stretch and adjust. ...Right after I put on the rubber.

Mel had different ideas. She reached around to grab my cock in her hand, then positioned it at the mouth of her cunt. Once she had it started inside her, she suddenly shoved that magnificent ass back at me, burying my dick right up to the balls. She screamed.

I groaned.

Then she began pumping. She moved me in and out, twisting her ass this way and that. All the while she did this, she was proving why women should spend a lot of time exercising. She was squeezing down on my dick and milking it with her muscles.

That was more than I could take. With one hand, I grabbed a hip and pulled it into me. I grabbed her hair with the other hand, pulling her back toward me. Then I started to cum. And I came. I think I had four or five orgasms crammed into one massive one. The jizz was dribbling down her leg, mixing with her juices. Her thighs glistened in the weak lighting.

When she felt me thrust deeply into her, Mel screamed. Than she shuddered. She continued to shudder as her orgasms cascaded, each on stronger than the last. After five or six, she lost it, too weak to stand. She folded, slipping down to her knees.

"My God, Mel. If you're that good with a guy, you must be something else with a woman."

"Can you keep a secret?"

"Sure."

"I'm a fraud. My roommate is a lesbian and has a true love."

"And you're not it?"

She smiled. "Nope, but everyone at the office thinks I am. ...It keeps those assholes on the top floor from hitting on me." She frowned. "I want to get to the top on the quality of my work, not because I sucked a bunch of old dicks."

"So you have a secret boyfriend?"

"Nope, but my roomie works for a company that frowns on people who are openly gay. So, she has a boyfriend to make them think she's straight." Mel grinned. "My roomie isn't interested, so someone has to keep her token boyfriend happy."

I kissed her. "Judging from your recent performance, he must be a very happy boy."

"And you're going to be very happy we're together on this trip, but when we get back to the office, that's our secret. ...Okay?"

I nodded.

When we were dressed, we let ourselves out of the bathroom and found that our secret was not a secret, at least to the passengers in first class. 

They'd heard the screaming and clapped when they saw us.

The Business Trip



Once a year I go to our offices around the country. Head office wants me to meet the employees and find out if they are having any problems with their LAN network and workstations. On this trip I didn't book a hotel room but decided that after meeting everyone that I would call around after finding out the best place to stay. After the meeting I ask if anyone knows of a place and everyone laughed at me because of some big event in the city there will be no vacancies. Jim speaks up and says lets go to my office and make a couple of calls.

Jim calls a few friends to call in some favours, but nothing. I am panicking by now as I am in town for 2 nights. Jim smiles at me " let me call my wife and see if it is ok for you to stay. Are you here for one or two nights?"

I clear my throat " two, two nights"

Jim gets off the phone " not a problem she has lots for supper and you can stay in the spare room." He smiles and says, " You will love my wife! Where are your bags?"

"At the front desk"

We get to your place and Jim parks the car in the driveway. As we enter the house it smells wonderful. I was not prepared for how sexy you were. Jim is a little on the heavy side so I naturally thought. Well you know. You stand about 5'7" with heels on, shoulder length brunette hair, slim with the best pair of legs I have ever seen, your ass is to die for and when you turned to greet me I almost went to my knees. Jim say "honey this is Bob, Bob this is honey Ha Ha I mean Elaine." We say Hi 

"I told you that you would love my wife" Jim says with a smile

I stand 5'8" thick blonde hair (not like most 45 year old men) a closely trimmed beard, slim and am physically fit.

I try to hide my cock with my bags as Jim shows me where I will sleep next to the master bedroom.

"Suppers ready." This sexy voice calls

During supper I try not to stare at your beauty. You smell amazing and your movements are so sensual. I am so turned on my cock is still stiff from when I came in the front door.

We finish eating and Jim and I are talking. I think he catches me watch you as you clear the table and load the dishwasher. Your skirt rides up each time you bend over to put something in the washer. Once your were trying to put something in the very back and I could see your skirt go even higher. Jim stops talking and there is silence, and I want to lay my head on the table to look up your skirt. The silence is broken 

" You boys are quite, something must be good"

I blush and look at Jim who starts to laugh.

"Why don't you boys get a movie out while I finish."

I sit in the recliner and lean back a little. Jim sits on the couch and after we start the movie you sit on his lap with your legs facing me. Out of the corner of my eye I can see Jim's hands caressing your legs. As he continues up your legs you spread them so his hands can caress your inner thigh. I know if I lean back I will be looking right up between your legs. 

"Bob that is a recliner lean back and relax you can still see everything from there." Jim says

As I lean back I look over and see you two are kissing and Jim's and is no longer caressing your leg. It is on your breast. I try to watch the movie but I am intoxicated with you. I try to hide my cock it is so hard it is hurting. I have never been so turned on. The lights are low so I cannot see all the way up your skirt.

"Sorry boys but I need my beauty sleep"

"Me too honey, Bob you can finish watching the movie if you want"

After the two of you leave I turn the sound down so you can sleep. After a few moments I hear moaning. It is getting loader I rub my cock and turn the sound right down so I can hear a little better. The moaning is getting load I hear Jim's voice " fuck Honey you are so horny tonight" You start to moan very load now.

Than quite.

I shut down everything and head to bed. I have a hard time walking with such a heavy hard cock. I get undressed and lay on the bed and grab a t-shirt to clean up as I start to stroke. I close my eyes and I see you in my mind. MMMmmm I cannot believe how hard I am. I forget to close the door, as at home my bedroom door is always open.

You open the door a little more so you can see me with the bedside lamp on. A smile creeps across your face wondering what I am thinking about and you size up my cock. You move closer to me.

With my eyes closed I swear I can even smell your sweet perfume. I open my eyes to check where my clean up t is and I see you. I stop and try to cover up but you stop me 

"shhhhhh shhhhhh its ok"

" Bob, Jim asked me to see if you need any help. He thought you might be a little horny I am not sure why he though that. "

As you are saying this you are taking my hand that was stroking my cock and pulling it towards the bottom of your teddy. You push my hand against your very wet pussy " Do you mind sloppy seconds?"

"Elaine you have made me so horny so very fucking horny. You are so beautiful and sexy. Sloppy seconds or not I don't care." As I slip my fingers into your cum soaked pussy

You lean down and wrap your hand around my cock" How big is it?"

"8"

I moan as you slip the tip into your mouth. I have two fingers working your pussy and my other hand is cupping your breast. I am so turned on and your mouth is so hot I explode in your mouth and you moan as my cock jerks violently. I feel like I am going to pass out.

After you suck up everything you look at me " lets get some sleep and we will continue tomorrow"

I nod my head.

As you get up to leave you turn and say, " I have never made anyone cum that fast before and to have so much cum too MMmmm."

I see your ass peeking out the bottom of your teddy as you close the door behind you. 



The Business Trip



I knew Krista pretty well through work. Her company was often a sub to my company, so we ended up in a lot of meetings together and had to coordinate a lot of our respective work. I found her attractive, but I don’t know that I would have given her a second look passing her on the street if I hadn’t known her. She had a sort of bohemian engineer look going on: lots of long, thick, black hair, long flowing skirts and bulky sweaters or oversized shirts. I could tell she had big breasts and I’d looked closely enough to determine that her ass was nice, if not a little bit wide. I wasn’t sure I could see myself dating her, but I sure wouldn’t have minded hitting the rack with her, if you know what I mean.

With no ulterior intentions, I invited Krista to ride with me and Tom, one of my coworkers, down to Alamosa for a two day project meeting. It was a four hour drive, so I didn’t figure everyone would want to drive down separately. We planned to meet after work on Tuesday and head down after the evening rush hour. As fate would have it, Tom ended up canceling at the last minute and driving himself down Wednesday morning. That left Krista and me with four hours to get to know each other better.

We had a lot of fun on the drive down to Alamosa, talking about the project and ourselves, laughing at each other’s anecdotes. We weren’t falling in love or anything like that, just getting to be better friends. We got to our hotel around 10pm and our meeting started at 8am on Wednesday but I knew after that long drive I’d be too wound up to sleep, so I decided to take a swim in the indoor pool. I changed into my swimsuit and padded barefoot back to the center of the building where the lobby, pool and lounge were all located. Rooms that didn’t have an outside view looked into the pool area.

I was happy to see that the pool was open until 11pm and was currently not being used. I lowered myself into the deep end, which wasn’t very deep, and slipped under the water. I swam slowly beneath the surface for as long as I could hold my breath, feeling the warm water loosening up my limbs and back. I emerged from the water and gulped down some air while paddling lazily around. I heard the gate to the pool area slam shut and turned to see who dared to disturb my relaxation, hoping it wasn’t children. I was pleasantly surprised to see Krista sporting a solid black one piece bathing suit with her hair all pulled up on top of her head.

“I saw you from my window,” she said, pointing toward the second floor, seeing that she had my attention. “It looked very relaxing so I thought I’d join you.”

She set her room key near mine and walked down to the shallow end of the pool, giving me time to appreciate her body. I was right that her ass was just a little big, but her tits looked so fine and her waist was actually quite small. Her neck looked longer with her hair up and I had a sudden urge to kiss it from her collarbone up to her ear. The water was warm enough that she was in up to her neck pretty quickly and making her way through the water toward me.

I was just hanging on the side treading water and she did the same, commenting on how relaxing it was. I told her I was feeling the same and slipped under the water again. I swam around for a bit then came back over by her. As we talked I was getting a good vibe from her; just the way she was looking at me made me feel like she was feeling pretty into me and I noticed she seemed to be moving closer and closer to me.

Finally, at a point when our heads were practically touching and there was a momentary lull in the conversation, we seemed to have the same idea as we each tilted our heads in opposite directions and moved our faces together. I closed my eyes as our lips touched and brought one arm around her while holding the edge of the pool with the other. She also held onto the side of the pool while wrapping her other arm around my neck and pulling me against her with her legs. The passion of the moment was giving me a hard-on, which I knew she’d be able to feel, but I didn’t care. I could tell she was aware of it when she began to ever-so-slightly push herself against it.

It suddenly occurred to me that any of our coworkers might be looking down on us if they had a pool view room, so I opened my eyes and looked over Krista’s shoulder. There was someone spying on us, but luckily it wasn’t anyone I’d ever seen before. I broke our kiss and whispered to Krista that I was going to turn her around to see our audience. She casually glanced up and, seeing him, suggested we adjourn to the privacy of her room.

We crossed to the stairs and climbed out of the pool, grabbing a couple of towels from the pile. We dried off quickly and headed out of the pool enclosure. I followed Krista to her room, keeping constant watch for anyone we might know. She opened her room and I followed her in, stopping at the foot of the bed as she went to turn down the air conditioning. She shook her hair out as she crossed back to me, allowing it to cascade over her shoulders. Our arms went around each other and we began making out again, my hard-on quickly returning.

My hands were on her ass, pulling her against the bulge in my swimsuit, but she backed up just slightly and her hands went to my waistband. She pulled it out slightly and found the knotted drawstring, which she started untying. She pulled a little bit further away and looked down to see what she was doing. Once untied, she pulled on the elastic to loosen it up and, as she slid my swimsuit down, lowered herself down as well so that she was on her knees as she helped me step out of it. I wasn’t completely hard yet, but Krista took care of that by sliding her hot mouth up and down my shaft a few times.

Once she was satisfied that I wasn’t going to get any harder, she released me and suggested that I lay on the bed. I crawled to the head of the bed and lay on my back, my dick like a flagpole, and watched her. Facing me, she began pulling down the straps of her swimsuit one at a time. She managed to pull both arms out without her boobs coming out, then pulled the top down so that both were exposed at the same time.

They were magnificent – big and round with large pink aureoles and hard nipples. The swayed as she continued to push her swimsuit down, exposing her flat, smooth stomach. As it approached her hips, I was expecting at any moment to see her bush. I guess for some reason I had convinced myself that with a head of hair as thick as she had, her bush would be similarly thick. She kept pushing down and I kept waiting until I finally saw her slit and realized that she was completely shaved! I think I said something like “Oh, sweet” and Krista looked up at me, smiling, while the swimsuit slid to the floor. She then crawled toward me up the bed, her big tits swinging, and paused to suck my cock a few more times.

Again certain that I wasn’t going to get any harder, she crawled further up and reached behind her to guide me into her smooth pussy. I immediately went to work on her tits, holding them steady while I licked and sucked her hard nipples. The heat, the tightness and the slickness of her pussy combined for the most incredible feeling on my cock. As she slid slowly up and down, her eyes closed and soft moaning escaping from her lips, I thought I had never felt a pussy so amazing. She started out slowly, her moans long and low, but while I was licking and sucking her nipples, she very gradually picked up the pace.

The friction on my cock was indescribable and I was soon raising my hips to meet her on the way down, our flesh smacking together. I let go of her tits, which were soon swinging wildly above me, and reached down to hold her ass. Her noises and her breathing were coming in short gasps now, building to a crescendo. Finally, she seemed to suddenly go into slow motion as tremors wracked her body and her pussy was flooded with a fresh flow of juices. She continued to slowly ride me as she rode out her orgasm and I just waited her out.

When she finally opened her eyes and smiled down at me, picking up the pace of her fucking again, I pulled her down against me and kissed her gently. Then, in one smooth move, I was on top of her and she was looking up at me, surprised. I started fucking her now, not starting out so slowly as she had. I leaned down and made out with her as my cock slid in and out of her smooth pussy, my own orgasm well on its way.

She was now raising her hips to meet me on the way down, moaning into my mouth as our tongues intertwined. There was no way to, and no reason to, hold out while fucking her amazingly hot, tight pussy so I just enjoyed the feeling of it wrapped around my cock as I pumped in and out until my orgasm came bursting out of me, filling her with my cream. It was so intense, quite possibly the best orgasm I’d ever felt, that once I was drained, I collapsed on top of her. I took me a couple of seconds to recover enough to roll off of her. I wrapped my arm around her and nuzzled my face into her hair.

The next thing I knew, Krista was sitting on the edge of the bed fiddling with the clock radio. I could see that several hours had passed and it was now well past midnight. I apologized for falling asleep on her, feeling like a total schmuck, but she assured me that she never knew I’d fallen asleep because she’d been out, too. She’d only awakened moments before and figured she’d better set the alarm and turn off the lights. Once she had, she crawled back into bed with me and we were soon fast asleep again.

We awoke to the alarm early the next morning and dragged ourselves to the shower. Once inside, our brains and other body parts began to really wake up. By the time we were lathered and rinsed, we were on fire for each other again. We got out of the shower and dried each other off, then I dropped to my knees on my towel before Krista’s smooth pussy. She leaned back against the sink and spread her legs as I leaned in and licked up and down her slit.

She tasted so fine but I suspected I didn’t have that much time to savor her, so I focused on her clit with my tongue and slipped a digit up into her. She moaned happily and I felt one of her hands on the back of my head. Rolling my eyes upward I could see that she was using the other hand to massage her tits and pull on her nipples. I could feel the stubble coming in and began to think how hot it would be if she let me shave her. I continued to work on her pussy as she started forcing her hips at my face, pulling my face against her at the same time. She was very vocal, moaning and whimpering, and her noises were getting shorter and closer together, bordering on panting. Finally, she let out one long, loud cry and suddenly I was slurping up a fresh flow of pungent juice.

Knowing that time was of the essence, as soon as I knew she had finished cumming, I stood and turned her around. She leaned on the countertop as I guided my cock into her pussy from behind. I was glad she had already cum because the feeling of her pussy coupled with me being so aroused from eating her, I knew that I would be cumming pretty quickly. I started out grasping her by the hips and sliding myself in and out of her realizing I could also watch the expression on her face in the mirror. 

As I felt my orgasm quickly building, I leaned forward and cupped her big tits in my hands, feeling her hard nipples against my palms. I humped her ass, sliding the full length of my cock in and out of the tight slipperiness of her pussy. She was moaning softly, her eyes closed and her mouth open. I felt my orgasm bubbling to the surface and my cock began to swell within her. I pumped faster, straightening up and holding her hips again. With a groan, my cock exploded and I filled her with a torrent of cum.

I continued to pump her until I was empty, then pulled out and turned her to face me. I leaned in and kissed her long and hard, feeling up her tits some more. She finally broke the kiss and reminded me that we had a meeting to get to. I wrapped a towel around my waist and grabbed my swimsuit and room key and, with one more kiss, was out the door, agreeing to meet her at the car in 20 minutes. I got back to my room without being spotted and was soon dressed and groomed.

I had the car running by the time Krista got out there and we headed to our meeting location with my hand on her thigh. Krista sat with her coworkers and I with mine as we suffered through a long, dull meeting. A bunch of us went out for lunch together, so Krista and I didn’t get any alone time during the break. After the afternoon session ended, Krista, Tom and I had plans to visit the job site before heading out for dinner. We spent about an hour at the site then found a restaurant on the way back to the hotel.

We sat in a big booth with me on one side and Krista and Tom on the other. Once we’d ordered, Tom excused himself to the men’s room and as soon as he was gone, Krista leaned over and told me she couldn’t wait to fuck my brains out when we got back to the hotel. I could feel her foot brushing up and down my leg all the way through dinner, but we were both careful not to give Tom any indication that anything was up between us.

Back at the hotel, Tom headed to his room with plans to catch up on the sleep he’d missed by getting up early to drive down to Alamosa that morning. Krista and I headed to my room and I didn’t even have the door closed all the way when she grabbed me and jammed her tongue in my mouth. I managed to get the door locked while making out with her, then picked her up and carried to the bed.

I laid her down and lay on top of her, our lips still locked together. She let go of my neck and reached down to pull her long skirt up around her waist before going to work on my pants. She got them unfastened and, as she was pushing them down, I had my cock in hand. I yanked her panties to the side and slipped easily into her. She grasped my ass and pulled me all the way down, burying me to the hilt. I began fucking her slowly with long strokes, relishing the feel of the hot pussy I’d been thinking about all day. After a few blissful minutes, Krista had me stop and reached down between us.

I heard a ripping sound as Krista tore her panties out of the way to give me better access. She pulled me back down again and wrapped her legs around me as I began fucking her more vigorously. We were making out like mad and Krista was pulling me deep into her, moaning with each thrust. It was only a matter of minutes before she broke off our kissing and let out a longer moan as I felt small convulsions in her body. I kept fucking hard as she orgasmed, and she seemed to keep cumming. Her hot, tight pussy was now flooded with slippery juices which worked their magic on my pumping cock. I think Krista was finally on her way down when I let loose a load of cum and collapsed on top of her.

I rolled off to Krista’s side and we gazed at each other as my fingers gently stroked the stubbly outside of her pussy. She told me she wished she’d brought a razor but had never expected anyone else would be aware of her stubble when she’d packed for the trip. I told her I’d like to shave her next time she needed it and she thought that sounded like a hot idea. I decided to get undressed so I kicked my shoes off and pushed my pants and underwear the rest of the way off. Krista watched as I pulled my shirt off, becoming completely naked. I told her it was now her turn, but that I’d do the honors.

Leaving her skirt bunched around her waist, I started with her shirt. I pulled it over her head, exposing a black, lacy bra holding in her big boobs. Kneeling next to her, I fondled her tits for a few minutes before pulling the straps down her arms, slowly peeling the cups down to expose her hard nipples and big, pink aureoles. With the bra down to her waist, I leaned down to suck her nipples and trace circles around her aureoles while sliding the bra clasp around to the front so I could unhook it. Tossing the bra aside, I also kissed the underside of her breasts and down over her stomach, pausing to tongue her belly button.

When I’d kissed my way down to the waist of her skirt, I paused again to untie it but before I slid it down, I tore off the shredded remains of her panties. She lifted her ass off the bed so I could slide the skirt over it and I worked the skirt down her legs, then cast it aside. She was now lying before me naked. Starting at her feet, I began kissing and licking my way up her legs, pushing them apart the higher I got. She had her legs spread wide by the time I got to the tops of her thighs, playing with her tits while she watched my journey. I kissed and licked around her pussy, enough to tease her, but didn’t slip a finger into it or lick her clit.

Instead, I rolled her over onto her stomach and started kissing the backs of her thighs while pushing her knees up under her so she ended up with her ass in the air. With a hand on each cheek, I spread them to expose her asshole, then leaned in to lick around it and poke at it with my tongue. Krista’s moaning seemed to indicate that she was enjoying this and, when I pulled my head back, I noted that one of her hands was rubbing her pussy. I knelt behind her and lined up my rigid cock with her pussy and pushed in. Grasping her hips, I began sliding in and out, feeling her hand exploring not only her pussy, but my balls and shaft as well.

Once I got a good rhythm going and Krista’s moaning was increasing in tempo, I leaned forward and cupped those big titties, toying with her hard nipples. I continued to hump her ass, my cock burying itself deep in her warm, wet pussy, which, along with her fingers, was bringing her to a climax. When she let out a groan of relief, I could feel the tremors in her pussy and kept fucking her. Her fingers came out from between her legs when she finished cumming, so I straightened up and grasped her hips again. My hips smacked against the flesh of her ass as I increased my efforts to have my own orgasm. Krista helped by pushing back against me, my cock going as deep as possible into her. It wasn’t long before I was pumping my seed into her.

I pulled out and collapsed onto the bed, Krista collapsing beside me. We crawled under the covers, dimmed the lights and watched some TV before falling asleep in each other’s arms. The next morning, the alarm woke us and we dragged ourselves from our sanctuary to face another day long meeting. We showered together again, getting ourselves all worked up in the process. Much like the previous morning, we dried each other off, but this time I sat on the toilet and Krista straddled me, putting her big boobs right in my face. I licked and sucked her nipples as she rode me, sliding her hot pussy up and down my shaft. Pressed for time again, as we had been the previous morning, Krista rode me hard and fast, cumming in a matter of minutes. I followed suit and blew my load just seconds after she did.

She threw her clothes back on, except for her shredded panties, and headed back to her room to get herself ready. I dressed and got myself ready as well, packed up all of my stuff, and met her at the front desk so we could both check out. The meeting was long and boring, same as the previous day, and we had lunch with a bunch of people again but when the meeting ended around 4:00pm, we jumped in the car and hauled ass out of there. We were barely out of town before Krista pulled her skirt up around her waist and started rubbing the front of her panties. I tried to mostly watch the road while stealing glances over at her lap. She pulled her panties to the side and started running her finger up and down her slit.

I asked her if there was anything I could do to help that wouldn’t cause me to crash into a ditch. She slid her panties off, adjusted herself in her seat and took my hand. While I was driving, I was pumping two fingers in and out of her slippery snatch while she stroked her clit. She closed her eyes and humped her hips up and down to meet my thrusting fingers. With the hand that wasn’t on her clit, she pulled her shirt up above her tits and started rubbing them through her bra. My cock was rock hard in my pants, but there was nothing I could do about it. I had no intention of removing my fingers from the depths of Krista’s pussy and I figured I’d probably better keep my other hand on the steering wheel. I just had to tough it out.




The Business Trip



I smiled as I glanced over at her. Her eyes were tightly closed but her mouth was hanging open as she neared her orgasm. Her hips were moving up and down faster and her fingers were flying over her clit. I was doing the best I could just to keep pumping my fingers in and out. Finally, she tensed up before jerking a few times, then settled back down onto the seat. I left my fingers where they were until she opened her eyes and smiled at me, then I slid them out of her pussy and into my mouth, sucking her juices off.

Krista glanced down at the bulge in my pants and, reaching over to caress it, said, “Poor baby.” Adjusting herself in her seat, she started undoing my pants and soon had my cock out and was pumping it in her hand. She lowered her head into my lap and I groaned as I felt her warm mouth engulf my tool. There is no better way to pass the time while driving than by getting a blowjob. I ran my fingers through her thick hair as her head bobbed up and down in my lap, keeping my eyes on the road. One of her hands grasped the base of my shaft and pumped it up and down while her lips slid up and down.

Because the car had bucket seats, Krista was actually kneeling on her seat while leaning over mine, supporting herself on the arm that wasn’t currently stroking my tool. My free hand went from her hair down to rub her back. Feeling her bra, I reached under her shirt and unfastened it then slid my hand under her to fondle her left breast. I couldn’t do much else for her, my arm being to short to reach her ass, so I played with her tit while enjoying the fantastic blowjob she was giving me. Knowing that we still had a long drive ahead of us, I was in no hurry to blow my load so I was able to relax and enjoy the feeling of Krista’s mouth on my cock.

The road was very straight with hardly any traffic in either direction, so I set the cruise control and leaned back. I continued to caress Krista’s tit, sometimes lightly brushing her nipple and sometimes gently pulling or pinching it. Her expert oral skills soon had the sap rising from my nuts as I coaxed her on, complimenting her abilities. Finally, I had to grip the wheel with both hands while raising my ass off the seat. She knew what this was indicating, so she worked even harder to bring me off. Suddenly, I was shooting my load deep into her mouth and she was swallowing it all down.

Once I’d relaxed back onto the seat, Krista held the wheel while I got myself tucked away and closed up my pants. With both of us spent, we enjoyed the scenery as we approached the mountains and just talked for a while. We passed quite a bit of time this way before we found ourselves getting horny again. I had my hand sliding up and down Krista’s thigh, before just letting it come to rest over her pussy and gently stroking her. She looked over at me with a wicked smile and was suddenly pulling her shirt over her head.

After tossing it into the back seat, she untied her long skirt and worked it over her hips and down her legs. I was having trouble keeping my eyes on the road as she sat beside me in just bra and panties. I could see her nipples pushing out against the cups of her bra even before she took them between her fingers and began to gently tug on them. Reaching behind her, she unfastened her bra and pulled it down her arms, exposing her beautiful breasts and their pink nipples. With the seatbelt between them, she caressed her now bared breasts before raising her ass and sliding her panties down. She was now naked beside me in the car, her nipples hard and her puffy slit surrounded by dark speckles of stubble.

My cock was so hard that I knew I had to fuck her very soon, but I was concerned that if I just pulled off the side of the road someone might think we were in trouble and stop to try to help. Between glances at her bare body, I noticed bright lights in the distance. As we got closer, I saw that it was a service station. I pulled into the lot but drove around behind the building. Krista knew exactly what I had in mind and, by the time I parked the car, had her seat fully reclined and her seatbelt off. I was pulling my cock out even as I moved over on top of her, pushing into her slick, hot pussy as I lay on top of her. We both groaned as I buried myself fully in her depths.

We lay there for just a moment before I started stroking in and out of her, my lips pressed against hers and her tongue exploring my mouth. She was moaning as I fucked her, raising her hips to meet my incoming thrusts. I should have opened the car windows before I jumped on her because pretty quickly we were coated in sweat. Krista’s moaning was getting louder and more insistent as she approached another orgasm. I pumped her pussy hard, trying to stay with her, but she ended up beating me to the punch. With a long cry, she came, tremors convulsing through her pussy and bringing me closer to my own. I kept pumping and she kept cumming until I finally blew my load in her steamy depths.

We lay there recovering for only a minute before I realized how damn hot it was in that car. I climbed off of Krista and opened the windows to let in some fresh, cool mountain air. Krista brought her seat back up, then turned to reach into the back to find her clothes. With her ass essentially right in my face, I couldn’t resist. I leaned in, noticing my cum running out of her pussy, and ran my tongue around her asshole, pushing against it slightly. She jerked in surprise, almost knocking her head against the dome light, but didn’t try to move away from me. After a minute or so, I relented and turned to start the car. Having retrieved her clothes, Krista turned back in her seat then leaned over and gave me a very passionate kiss.

She didn’t get dressed right away, seeming to mull something over, but as we got closer to the more populated areas, she slowly, almost reluctantly began pulling her clothes on. She had a content, almost glazed, look on her face. As much as I didn’t enjoy seeing her body disappearing under her clothes, I couldn’t feel bad seeing that look on her face. As we got closer to where she lived, she was giving me directions since I had never been there before. At a red light not far from her home, she said she knew I needed to get home because we both still had to work in the morning, but would I be able to come up to her place for a short while…long enough to fuck her in the ass?

I turned to her with a surprised look on my face as I felt my cock getting stiff in the confines of my pants. I asked her if she was serious. She smiled and nodded, telling me how even the little bit of stimulation I’d given her ass over the past two days had made her feel so good that she just knew she needed to have me fuck her there. I was rock hard by then and there was no way she would be able to keep me from going with her up to her place.

We pulled into the complex and parked. She grabbed her work stuff out of the car while I grabbed her bag from the trunk. We were both grinning stupidly as we climbed the stairs and entered her apartment. Her roommate looked up from the couch as we came in and Krista introduced us. Katy was cute and petite with shoulder-length strawberry blonde hair and freckles, but I don’t remember much more than that because I was somewhat distracted. Krista asked Katy if she’d excuse us for just a little bit then led me to her room.

Inside, she locked the door and was starting to pull her shirt off when I asked if she had some baby oil or something. She thought that was a good idea and pulled her shirt back down before exiting the room. By the time she came back, I had my shirt and shoes off and was about to step out of my pants and underwear. She set the baby oil down and resumed pulling her shirt off. I ditched my socks and grabbed the baby oil as she shimmied out of her skirt. I was rock hard looking at her in her bra and panties for the brief moment before she had those off, too.

I was greasing my cock with baby oil and she reached over to assist. After a few strokes, she climbed up on her bed, put her face against the bedspread and smeared some of the oil from her hand between her cheeks. I climbed up behind her and dribbled a little bit more oil so that it ran down her crack. She spread it around a bit, inside as well as out, using her fingers, before indicating that she was ready. I lined up my lubed cock with her lubed ass and pushed.

It was a very tight squeeze but it felt incredible. Krista couldn’t suppress a moan, which sounded like a combination of pleasure and pain. I eased my way all the way in and slowly pulled back out, loving the tight squeeze of her slick asshole. Sliding in and out, I gradually picked up the pace as her moaning clearly transformed into shear pleasure. She wasn’t even trying to restrain herself for the sake of her roommate. I leaned forward to grasp her swinging tits and stimulate her nipples, noting that one of her hands had slipped down between her legs. We were like two rutting animals, humping against each other, grunting and sweating. I got to feeling like I was about to cum when she let out a long, low moan and arched her back. I continued to fuck her ass, crying out in pleasure myself as I filled her with my seed.

We both collapsed on the bed, breathing hard. Krista turned to face me and kissed me tenderly, thanking me for taking “cherry.” She assured me that it wouldn’t be the last time we’d be experiencing that. After a few more minutes, she insisted that I needed to get home since we both still had work in the morning. I dragged myself from her bed and began to pull my clothes back on. She took a robe from her closet and slipped into it.

Passing back through the apartment, I shook Katy’s hand, telling her it was a pleasure to meet her. I kissed Krista as I left and, once inside the car, realized there was a damp spot on my hand from shaking hands with Katy. I held it up to my nose and smiled – pussy! That explained the high color in her cheeks. Hearing us must have turned her on so much that she took care of herself while we took care of ourselves. I could picture her sitting on the couch with her hand buried in her shorts, but couldn’t even get hard as a result of it. I was too exhausted.

I headed home, caught up on a few things I’d missed over the past two days and found myself in bed and asleep pretty early.



The Business Trip



I had a dream last night that seemed so realistic. I would have sworn I was there if it wasn't for the fact that I awoke in my bed with a raging hard on. 

I was on a trip for work. We were traveling down to Florida for a presentation and after a long morning of meetings, my boss Ann Marie suggested we all meet up at the pool for the rest of the afternoon. Now keep in mind I work in an all female office and this lady in particular has been a fantasy of mine ever since my first interview. She is a petite woman in her 40's, with a confidence that only enhances her femininity. I quickly agreed, thinking this was a great shot at seeing Ann in something more revealing than the fitted business suits she's accustomed to wearing. 

Traveling with us was a cadre of support personnel, our own marketing lead Sammie, a thick curvy redhead I've always had a connection with. She's always seemed to have a wild side that intrigued me. 

Virginia, who ran our QC division, is a tall willowy woman with large firm breasts. 

Finally, reserved little Kim, at 4'-10" and no more than 90 pounds soaking wet, the smallest of the group. 

After a quick shower and shave I arrived at the pool wearing my new swimsuit. I bought it in New York on a previous trip, it was one of those tight short things like sport briefs but striped and made of Lycra or some similar material. Not a "nut hugger" or "banana hammock" more like what James Bond wore in those 60's movies. At least that's how they sold me at Saks'. 

I first saw our crowd from across the pool, and my goodness what a sight. They had chosen a spot away from the shadow of the hotel in the direct sun. All four wore bikinis, I thought at least Kim would have opted for the dreaded one piece, but no, she was clad in a skimpy triangle top with flowered boy shorts and looking fabulous. 

As I quickly became aroused, I regretted my own choice for tight fitting attire. I couldn't deter my mind from filling with erotic thoughts. I tried to cover the distance between us quickly and nonchalantly while casually covering myself with a towel. I pulled up a chaise and settled down between Ann Marie and Sammie. Let me say this, Ann certainly did not disappoint, she had a hard little body that made my heart quicken. Her slight features set off by the most amazing smile. I did my best to not appear flustered, keeping my eyes up, and trying not to be caught gawking. That was of no use with Sammie around, She noticed my predicament and relished it. 

"Ever been surrounded by so many beautiful women Jase?" She asked teasingly.

"Only everyday at the office." I answered, proud of my clever retort. 

"Oh you're too smooth." Ann Marie said with a chuckle as she adjusted her straps, trying to avoid a tan line. 
Sammie wasn't going to let me off that easy, "It's not everyday you see us half naked though." She quipped. 

"True." Is all I could muster. 

I pulled my dark sunglasses down, hoping to take in this visual paradise without getting caught. With my eyes shaded I could finally savor the scene before me. I leaned back in my chair half propped up to improve my view. Virginia was quietly applying lotion, her large tits barely contained in a blue over the shoulder number. Each sweeping motion of her hand made her chest sway back and forth. Sammie, true to her nature had the skimpiest of string bikinis. The thin white fabric did little to hide her pronounced nipples. She made it easy to imagine her nude, and I'm sure she knew it. Kim was laid out on her back, flattening her belly and making her unusually pert breasts stand apart from her chest like two mounds of ice cream. 

My favorite of course was Ann Marie. This is what I've always wanted to see. She is about 5'-2", dark brunette hair to her shoulders, and her eyes are a deep green. She has a way of looking into me that seems to touch my soul. I've caught myself day dreaming more than once just talking to her in the office, lost in those beautiful eyes. Her suit was stunning as well, a small white string top with green polka dots, that she filled well with what appeared to be a small B cup. Her tanned, muscled frame narrowed at the waist and flared generously at the hips covered only in low rise black bottoms. To me, this woman has the body of a goddess and has always been a living fantasy for me. 

It wasn't long before Ann Marie spoke up, something about our business plan or whatever. I wasn't paying attention and Sammie noticed then piped up. 

"There's no way he's paying attention, Ann." She said. Then, "He's probably checking us out under those glasses." 

"Huh?" I said not knowing what was up. 

They all burst out laughing and I chimed in so as not to appear too guilty. 

"See?" She told the rest of the group. 

I just laid back in my chair and feigned indifference. 

"I'm burning up, I'll be right back." Sammie said as she strolled over to the pool. 

I was relieved to have the heat off me for a moment. I could finally relax, we all made small talk. Our presentation had gone well and there was definitely hope the job was ours. I became more comfortable and let my towel fall beside me. My cock was finally calm and the new suit showed no signs of arousal. Then Sammie came back. 

She had cooled off in the pool alright, but what I failed to realize at first was that the sexy white suit of hers was now as transparent as wet tissue. Her closely shaved mound was clearly exposed, as were here nipples which stood out as if made of rubber. She made a point to take her time toweling off in front of me. Thank goodness I still had my glasses on. Her light skin glistened in the bright hot sun. As she finally sat down, she adjusted her chair to face mine, saying something about the sun being too bright. I noticed a slight wry grin on her full lips as she laid back down. She was doing this on purpose! That little hussy. 

I took the opportunity to jab back at her for her past remarks, "You might as well go nude Sam.'" I said. 

"Oh, so you are checking us out?" She replied. 

I was a bit cornered now but countered, "It's hard not to notice when a girl walks by naked." 

"I can see... it's very hard." She chuckled. playing with her words. 

The group picked up on her allusion and turned to me, their eyes locked on my crotch. I had forgotten the towel was now beside my chair. With all her teasing, my cock had become rigid as a tent pole. I looked down to see my new suit accenting the situation to the utmost. My erection was straining against the thin fabric, even the veins on the shaft were clearly visible. I tried to adjust myself but the friction only made matters worse. Now the head was peeking out and a drop of precum was shining in the crisp Florida sun. As a last and obvious resort, I reached for my towel, and tried to sit up. I made some lame excuse about a headache and began to gather up my things to head back to the room. 

Sammie said, "Oh come now Jase! Don't run off! Here, take this. It'll help your head." And she handed me a pill. 

I took it quickly without thinking. She giggled as I chased it down with the cool glass of iced tea she offered. Sammie leaned over to Virginia and said something quietly to her. Virginia gasped and looked toward me. Then I heard them all begin to whisper to each other and taking quick glances in my direction. I thought it was just the erection I was sporting. I apologized for my condition and told them I guess I need a new swimsuit. The situation had embarrassed me to the point that the pressure in my cock had started to subside. I closed my eyes and laid back trying to forget what just happened and think of baseball. 

Just when I thought my trials were over, the situation worsened. My cock suddenly went from half mast to a full raging hard on. All was still well though. I still had my trusty towel to camouflage me. This went on for what seemed like an hour, my ever stiffening shaft beginning to show even through my cover. 

Then Sammie asked, "Feeling better?" 

Now I knew something was up. I raised my dark sunglasses to see that they had formed a little semi circle around me. Even Ann Marie had adjusted her chair for a closer look. I was startled. 

"What?" I asked. 

"I just asked if you were feeling better." Sam cooed. 

"He looks fine to me." Said Ann. 

Sammie acted worried. "Oh no, I think I gave you the wrong pill. That was my boyfriends Viagra!" 

Sitting up now, I took off my glasses and found all of them looking at my crotch. Ann's full tits were now tipped by small sharp nipples, her hips curved as she sat up in her chair. Virginia was to the right, her mouth half open her eyes darting between Sammie and my flagrant bulge. Kim was behind Virginia, one of her hands resting on V's shoulder, the other covering her mouth unconsciously. I knew I was in trouble. 

"Looks like you've created quite a situation her Sam.'" Said Ann. 

My heart jumped at the sound of her voice. She sounded calm and composed, but very interested. 

"I'm really sorry guys!" I stumbled on my words. "I'll head up to my room, sorry, really." I said.

"No, no that's not necessary." Said Ann Marie. She went on, "We're just fine, if you are."

My mind was racing at this point, I'd always fantasized about being watched, but this was far beyond anything I could have imagined. Knowing now that my exposure was not only okay, but encouraged as well. 

I allowed myself to feel the warm air, the soft scent of cocoanut wafting through the slight breeze. My cock pulsing in my suit, the head again peeking out from beneath the tight waistband. I tried to act cool. 

"I think Sammie owes you an apology." Ann Marie scolded. 

"I'm so sorry Jase." Sam mocked, then said, "But you're just too easy a target. We all know what you do in the bathroom at work." 

The other girls were shocked. Not at the idea that I masturbated at work regularly, but that Sammie called them out for knowing about it. 
Sammie went on, "We always talk about the sounds you make in there. You must know how flimsy those walls are. Heck, I even caught Ann Marie eaves dropping once!" 

Ann Looked sternly at Sammie, "I told you I was just looking for drawings!" She exclaimed. 

"Oh come now Ann, we've all done it." Sammie soothed her. 

I looked around and saw all four women nod their heads in unison. 

"Oh damn!" I thought. "There goes a perfectly good job." 

"OK, that's enough Sammie" Ann chided. Then said, "The question is what do we do now. Poor Jase has a problem that I know he wants to take care of." 

"Why don't you just do what you do at work?" Kim asked shyly. 

They all half nodded. 

I caught Virginia biting her lower lip. Sammie was smiling like a Cheshire cat. 

Ann looked at me with those big green eyes and said, "Go ahead Jase, it's ok." 

That was all I could stand. Sitting right there at the hotel pool, the concrete radiating heat like a hot rock against my feet, I reached for my shorts and slid them down so that my cock could spring free. 

Kim gasped a little, Sammie winked, Virginia reached for her lotion, and Ann looked around to see if anyone was nearby. It was still early afternoon on a Wednesday and the hotel was deserted. 

"Everyone is at work I guess." Ann said as she brought her head back around to look at me. 

Virginia held out the lotion for me. "I know you like this." She said. She gave a sly smile then said, "We run out of hand lotion all the time at work, and besides, we heard a squishing sound last week coming from the bathroom... I just assumed..." 

I stopped her there. "Yes, thanks that'd be great." I said and held out my upturned palm as she squeezed out a generous portion, filling my hand. 

"That's too much!" Said Sammie. "We want to see his cock, not lotion." 

I was lost now. I let my hand fall to my aching dick. Pleasure shot through me like electricity at the mere touch of my hand. I could hear assorted sighs and cooing from the girls as I began to luxuriously stroke myself. I could feel beads of sweat running down my chest both from nerves and the relentless heat. Every few strokes I'd look up to survey them. Kim had one hand down her bottoms and was obviously masturbating along with me. Virginia was casually kneading her right breast with one hand, her other was on her shoulder holding Kim's. Sammie was leaning in to get a closer look and smiling. Ann Marie was squirming in her chair, her hands neatly in her lap. I knew that after all that teasing and attention I couldn't last long. I asked Sammie for a towel, she reached down to pick up the one I came with. 

Ann Marie pushed the towel away saying, "No, I want to see him cum on himself." 

Sammie giggled and returned to her position. I looked back to Ann, she looked deeply into my eyes and smiled. I heard Kim let out a quick "yelp!" before catching herself and restraining her voice as she gripped Virginia's shoulder for support. That sent me over the edge. I arched my back, my hand stopped pumping, my ass clenched and cum shot out of me. The first spurt was small but went the furthest landing on my chest. Then came three long jets covering my stomach. The remaining cum simply oozed out of me, running down my hand to rest in a puddle at the base of my cock. Ann suddenly reached over and expertly milked the last few drops from my softening shaft. I was spent.

Ann asked for the aforementioned towel, and wiped her hand clean. "Well ladies." She said, then, "Looks like its time to clean up. Who wants to help Jase upstairs?" 

Sammie jumped up, "I'll take him!" 

"Oh no you don't, I'm coming too!" Virginia said excitedly. 

"Can I watch?" Kim asked. 

"You know what." Ann Marie announced. "I've got a suite. Lets all meet in my room in 15 minutes." 

Virginia helped me stand and wrapped her towel around my waist. She picked up my swim suit and stuffed it in her bag.

Sammie was grinning almost wickedly as she took my hand and began to lead me back towards the hotel. Already my cock was beginning to throb again as my imagination went into overdrive. I wondered what exactly would be in store for me once they got me inside. I had a feeling that it was going to be one very interesting evening.



The Business Trip



Friday morning and Gemma Davies walked into the airport terminal and looked around the crowded departure area. A P.A. to the sales director of a pharmacy company, she was off to Belgium for the weekend to get the signatures of a new partner on their distribution agreement. Gemma sighed heavily; travelling alone was such a drag, and something she never got used to. The part she loathed the most was walking into hotel restaurants and eating alone. She looked around searching out the check in desk.

Mike Andrews walked into the same airport departure area three minutes later. Also off to Belgium and his current client's office near the airport. Consequently he too was making for the very same check-in desk where he joined the short queue and waited his turn. He barely noticed the attractive woman two places ahead of him. A self employed IT consultant he much preferred working from home and loathed the unfriendliness of most hotels. As he shuffled forward, his mind was full of the problems ahead. He handed over his e-ticket confirmation and passport, muttered "Yes" to the usual security questions and then took back his passport and boarding card and made for the security checks. An hour later he was in the queue for the plane. A vague recollection of the girl in the queue at check-in passed through his head as he scanned the people in front of him.

Gemma boarded the plane and easily found her window seat midway back. This was another part she hated; she always seemed to get the young egotistical up and coming businessman, who thought that she would be interested in his every word – how wrong they were! She gazed out of the window paying little attention to the people loading luggage below her.

Then Gemma became aware of one of the endless stream of people pausing by her row. She resisted the urge to look up but then heard a deep male voice "Good morning."

Gemma glanced up and found she was looking at a man, slightly older than her, with searching eyes and an inquisitive smile. " Good morning" she replied and then smiled; maybe he would be interesting company she thought to herself. He certainly seemed polite and not at all forward.

The man grinned as he sat down "I have to say that's a great relief. I usually find myself stuck with the little old granny, who tell me their life story and show me all their family pictures! Not the most interesting of conversations!"

Gemma smiled back "Well I usually end up with the guy who thinks he's the next Bill Gates! and insists on telling me all the details of every deal he has made in the last year, along with every city he has visited! Then seems to think I would be desperate to have dinner with him!"

"Seems like we have both got lucky then!" He said smiling, " Mike Andrews, by the way", and he held out his hand.

"Gemma Davies", and reaching forward Gemma shook his hand, noting how strong his grip was; maybe she had got lucky after all, it had been so long, too long, since she had been with a man. Something about this guy excited her and she felt stirrings inside her that had not happened in quite a while.

They spent the short flight chatting effortlessly about their daily lives, and respective jobs. It was almost like 2 old friends, relaxed, and each seeming to be genuinely interested in the other. Both did find the other attractive, but neither felt the situation right to broach the subject. Gemma felt that her earlier comments may have put Mike off, but it was too late now, they were about to land, and Gemma had no intention of showing the desperation for company she was feeling.

As they stood to leave the plane, Mike spoke again, " thanks for your company Gemma – I think that was one of the most enjoyable flights I have had for a long time". Gemma went to respond, but before she could speak, he continued, " Hope your trip goes well, Enjoy your weekend!" and with a quick wave of his hand he was gone.

Gemma felt disappointed, he had seemed a great guy, and attractive to boot, still yet again that was the story of her life.

Mike left the aircraft, and wished he had had the courage to ask Gemma to dinner tomorrow, but her comments about pushy go-getters had put him off from asking her, despite the fact that she had seemed to enjoy his conversation. He had to admit to himself she had a certain sexiness about her, he could imagine the feel of her skin, her perfume, his groins stirred at the images in his mind, two bodies, naked, entwined...

Too late now he cursed silently to himself and anyway, he had several meetings to attend. He collected his bags off the carousel and marched quickly out of the airport to the waiting queue of taxis.

Mike quickly arrived at the hotel, and made his way to the reception to book in. Looking at his watch, he realised he just had time to book in, and dump his bags in his room, before his client was scheduled to arrive for their update meeting.

Gemma meanwhile arrived at the offices of their new distributor and delivered the all important papers to the receptionist. Gemma waited while the girl called through to the commercial director. The French was to fast for Gemma to follow but she heard enough to know that they were expecting the papers. The receptionist smiled back "They will eb checked by our lawyers and will be ready for you on Monday morning. Gemma had hoped that they would be ready that night – she did not particularly want to spend the weekend in Brussels but she had been told to expect it and this was now her lot. She grabbed her carry-on bag and hailed a taxi.

Her fall-back plan was to relax today back at the hotel and then perhaps some shopping or sightseeing over the weekend. Alone, unfortunately, but at least in the shops and museums she could lose herself in the crowds – just those dreaded mealtimes and evenings to contend with!

Ten minutes later; her taxi pulled up outside the hotel. Gemma grabbed her bag and went straight to the reception desk.

Mike was awaiting in the lounge area of the same hotel, reviewing his papers when he suddenly saw a familiar figure, for a second he couldn't connect whom and then realised it was Gemma Davies from the aeroplane! She must be staying here too; maybe just maybe this was fate he mused. It looked like he may get a second chance. He was about to make his way across to her when he saw his client approaching across the lobby. "Damm" he cursed inwardly; then smiled and offered his hand in greeting. 

Gemma stood at the desk waiting for the receptionist to complete her booking. Glancing around, the hotel appeared busy, but she was suddenly aware of male voices in the distance as someone walked past her. By habit she turned to look and saw a couple of businessmen arriving for a meeting walking across the lobby towards the bar. As her gaze followed them towards the lounge area she almost gasped aloud as she realised the guy they were meeting was Mike from the flight. He must be staying here! Her mind raced, she had been given a second chance. She just hoped she would be able to 'accidentally' bump into him over the weekend. Collecting her key, she picked up her bags and went up to her room.

The afternoon seemed to drag by to Gemma. She watched some TV and had a very long bath her mind drifting off to thoughts ok Mike as she slowly soaked and soaped herself in the warm water. Would she meet him tonight, would she get that second chance?

At 7.30, Gemma reached the restaurant entrance. As she had walked through the foyer she had seen the admiring glances of some of the male members of staff. She wore her highest heels, which exaggerated the sway of her hips as she walked, along with a black dress which clung seductively to her body. Thin straps held in place a plunging neckline, and the skirt had one split on the left, high enough just to show the tiniest glimpse of the top of her sheer black hold ups.

"Table for one please" Gemma said as the headwaiter approached her.

"Certainly madam" he replied and began to guide her through the tables. Gemma hoped that the waiter sat her at a table that gave her a view of the restaurant entrance.

"Is this table acceptable madam?" Gemma looked "Yes. Thank you, that will be fine". As she went to sit she made for the chair that gave her best view of people coming in to dine. The waiter handed her the menu, took her drink order and left her alone.

Then she saw Mike coming in, not alone but with same two men. She cursed to herself and pretended to read the menu. As they neared her table, Gemma allowed a single page to drop to the floor.

Mike stopped to pick it up and handing it to Gemma said, "Well this is a surprise – you're staying here too?" A big warm smile spread across his face.

"Oh hi again" replied Gemma tried to act completely calm, despite her rising arousal looking at this man, " Yes I am".

"Well maybe I'll see you later" said Mike, and with that passed behind her to rejoin his two business colleagues.

Gemma felt an arousal that had for a long time had been dormant. She had had a few messy relationships, at her age most of the men were either married or with 'significant others'. Too often this had left her with unsatisfying one-night stands. However from their all too brief conversation on the plane she was sure that this would be true of Mike. He seemed sincere, a fun guy and he had told her he lived alone. She felt a deep longing inside; she wanted this man and was now determined to get him.

She ate her meal; aware that behind her Mike was doing the same. She hoped that they would leave once the meal was over leaving Mike behind - for her!

She took her time and then, finally, she heard chairs moving and the men bid Mike good night. She sat, almost holding her breath, not knowing whether to turn or wait. Suddenly the decision was made for her as she became aware of Mike standing to her left. "Well, now the work stuff is over, would you like to join me for a drink?"

Mike looked deep into her eyes, Gemma could feel her moistness rising already, and this was her chance. "That would be great" she replied, aware of the catch in her breath, not caring if he noticed, she wanted him to, she wanted him to know that she was his if he wanted her, and she hoped he did.

"Actually have a rather nice bottle in my room" Mike said "and the views over the city are wonderful, if that's ok..." Gemma managed to say "Fine", although her brain was screaming 'Yes Yes!' Her legs almost shook as she stood and together they left the restaurant to go to the lift. No words were spoken as they made their way to Mike's room; they both knew what was about to happen. Mike felt that his woman was in his control, she was so sexy, and yet, he felt, so eager to please. 

As they entered the room, Mike turned on the low level lighting. "Look at the city lights whilst I get the wine" he said.

Gemma crossed over to the large window, and stood looking out. After a few moments she felt a warm breath on her neck, and Mike's hand reached around her, handing her the wine.

"It's a beautiful view," Gemma murmured.

"Yes," said Mike, "and I don't mean the city lights either!" Gemma sensed him putting his glass down, and as he did, his mouth fell onto her bare shoulders and began to nuzzle at her neck. His hands caressed her shoulders, his fingers running lightly up and down her arms.

Gemma put down her glass and made to turn, but Mike held her gently, keeping her back to him. She waited, her arousal growing more intense. It had been a while since a man had touched her and Gemma knew she was ready to explode at the slightest touch. Then she heard the long low rasping sound of the zip of her dress being undone and felt the warm air on her skin as the fabric parted. Her bare back was now visible to Mike whose fingers now moved over the smooth, soft, silky texture. Mike's hand moved upwards and his fingers hooked the thin straps in the certain knowledge that as the dress dropped away, her naked breasts would be revealed. Not only to him, but also to the city outside the window.

Gemma seemed unaware of this, no longer caring who would see her. The dress dropped to the floor, revealing her naked torso, and a tiny black lace thong, along with her lace top hold ups. Mike's hands moved over her soft skin; his fingers seeking out her nipples; teasing them, pinching them as they hardened. Gemma moaned softly, grinding her hips backwards towards Mike's groin, able to feel his increasing hardness. Her hands reaching around to caress him though the fabric of his trousers.

Mike's hands traced down over her flat stomach until one hand dipped inside the thong and his fingers stretched downwards towards her sex. She thrust herself forward and upwards, opening to his touch. So wet already, so wanting to feel his fingers, his tongue, and his cock. In that one simple movement Mike knew he had this beautiful woman in his control. As much as he wanted this woman, he believed she wanted him more. The power felt good and he was now determined to make her work for her reward.

Gemma's soft voice murmured again, for the most part just moans, but then Mike heard her say, "Fuck me". This was the final sign of assurance thathe had been waiting for, a sign, potentially, of submission.

"Soon" He replied softly " but first I want you to make love to me with your lovely mouth". As he said these words Mike pulled back and quickly discarded his clothes In moments he stood naked, like her the window.

Gently he turned Gemma around, and for a moment their eyes met as he leaned in and kissed her hard on the mouth. Their tongue instantly beginning to entwine, but Mike broke free, and as he did so, he placed his hands on Gemma's shoulders, pushing her downwards to the floor, until she was kneeling before him.

With her head upturned maintaining total eye contact Gemma began to lick his erect cock from the base right the way up to the tip. Mike shuddered, he had a feeling this girl would be good, not all women were, some refused completely, but to him this was a feeling like no other. At times better than the sex itself.

At the tip her tongue began to poke and probe...darting gently.... whilst her left hand gently massaged his balls. Meanwhile her right pumped away on his cock..........up... down.... up... down...Mike bit his lip, trying to hold back -he wanted more, and knew she would give more. Her tongue continued to kiss and lick taking him more and more into her mouth. Deeper, Mike felt his tip touch the back of her throat; he looked down at the image before him. 

Gemma, naked, her eyes locked into his, his cock in her mouth, her hands caressing his balls. He felt her take him in further, deeper, deepest, until she held him in her throat. He could feel the tightness as he slowly began to thrust, sliding back and forth, each time in deeply. His hands were in her hair now, pulling her into him, wanting to go as deep as he could, wanting her to drink all his cum.

His breathing quickened, he knew he could last much longer, and he started to thrust more forcefully into her. Nearly ...nearly...then suddenly his juices erupted into her mouth. He could feel the warmth of his juice around his cock; slow spasms continued to gently thrust him forward, his hands still in her hair, her eyes still locked into his. He spasmed again, unloading more of his warm fluids into her throat and mouth. A third time his cock spat into her mouth.

Sure he had finished, slowly she released his cock from her grip and let it slid out. Mike saw his cum oozing from the corners of her lips. Gemma held his spent cock in her hand and continued to lick him so, so gently. very gently on the sensitive skin, licking him clean.... licking her lips ...swallowing and tasting every last drop.

After a moment Mike took Gemma's hands in his and pulled her gently to her feet before leading her back into the main part of the room. He was aware that all that had just happened had been totally visible to anyone who happened to be watching. He wondered if they had enjoyed as much as he had.

As they reached the bed, he turned her around and gently lowered her down backwards on the bed. Gemma moaned with anticipation, this was surely her time now, having pleased Mike she felt certain he was about to repay the compliment. Mike moved back to the window and removed from their hooks the smooth cords normally used to retain the curtains, then hee climbed onto the bed and knelt astride Gemma's hips........... Sensing that she seeked reassurance that all was well, he bent forward to plant one gentle kiss on her lips.

Then he took her hands in turn and stretched them upwards and outwards before fastening each to the headboard. As soon as both were tied, Mike began to lightly kiss.... and lick his way down her right arm.... on to her shoulder..........and nuzzle into her neck...soft moans emanated from her slightly parted lips...her tongue moistened her lips as Gemma felt her arousal growing in anticipation and trepidation of what was to come.

Still kneeling astride of her, Mike slowly lowered his head to her breast, whilst his right hand squeezed and teased one nipple ..........his tongue and mouth licked and sucked at the other. Already he nipples were hard...her breathing shallow...her pussy increasingly moist and she began to writhe ...frustrated at the restraints on her hands...which both prevented her from touching Mike and also from directing his mouth to her pussy.

"Lick me" Gemma panted.

"Not yet." Did he sense a hint of begging in her voice...he certainly hoped so.... and beg she would before he had finished teasing her.

Mike climbed from the bed and stood at the base. Stretching up he hooked his fingers into the lace thin sides of her thong pulled; as he did the fabric gave way and ripped. He pulled it from under her bottom and discarded it. Glancing up at her he sensed that may have enjoyed the slightly harsh treatment.

Reaching down, he now grabbed Gemma's ankles and spread-eagled her legs, using the remaining cords to restrain each ankle in turn...one to each corner. Now Mike stood back and stared, this sexy woman who lay there at his mercy They both sensed that they could trust the other, and they both also recognised what the other sought. For Gemma knew she was safe and yet she felt waves of powerlessness wash over her...so open.........so unable to resist.... so aroused ...........so wanting to be fucked............knowing she had to wait until Mike was ready.

Mike suddenly leant down and beginning at her ankles, used both his hands and his tongue; slowly working up the inside up each leg, gentle darting flicks of his tongue on her inner thighs. Making Gemma moan again, making her hips thrust upwards...so, so wanting...so, so moist............"please..........." she begged..." please..."

Mike heard the wanting in her voice, he knew he had to slowly, but definitely slowly, give her what she wanted. Gemma squirmed on the bed, this was torture, she had waited so long...she knew she would explode at his first touch if he prolonged things much more and yet this powerlessness was a new erotic sensation and Mike was playing it to the limits.

Slowly Mike began with one finger to explore the outer lips of her pussy; a soft sigh escaped from her lip as his finger probed further. Mike felt her pussy so warm...so moist ...so inviting............opening up; willingly to take whatever he wanted to give. Deeper he went ............circling round inside, before he slowly dipped his head to allow his tongue to seek out her clitoris.

He sucked at it firmly whilst his fingers continued to stretch and probe inside her. Gemma raised her hips, knowing she could not hold out much longer and yet he was so good, she wanted this sensation to go on and on. She knew that within moments her juices would gush from her and flood Mike's face. She thrust her hips upwards...gyrating them on his fingers.........wanting more.........needing more as Mike continued to suck and lick her clit. Now he inserted two...........then three fingers; probing harder...deeper...........feeling her arousal grow...........her breathing increased.




The Business Trip



Gemma desperately wanted to cum; needed to cum and allow Mike to taste her juices. She ground her hips into his mouth.... as the finger fucking he was giving her increased in speed and force. Her arousal peaked so, so quickly that it felt like a dam bursting inside her pussy as spasms rocked her body.

Mike heard her whimper...almost cry; her hips still gently grinding upwards against his face, her movements out of her control. Mike drank her warm juices as they burst like a torrent from within her until he could not take more. Slowly he raised his head his lips glistening as he moved upwards to kiss Gemma full and hard on the mouth. She could taste herself; warm, sweet on his lips. Already she had been taken to heights she had not visited in such a long time, and still they had not fucked!

Gemma lay on the bed, still tied as Mike knelt between her legs. He was enjoying the vision before him. The control element was gone and he now wanted them to be joined on equal terms. Reaching down he untied her wrists and ankles before settling abck to watch Gemma stretch upwards in her new found freedom. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him downwards, enabling her to kiss him; now open mouthed their tongues entwined.

Having had time to recover from the delicious blowjob he had received, Mike felt his ever-hardening cock springing back into action. But now it was Gemma who wanted control!

With her arms around his neck she swiftly rolled him over onto his back and knelt astride his hips. She leaned forward to kiss him once again, her hands caressing his shoulders, his chest, teasing his nipples. Mike raised his hands and sought out the fullness of Gemma's breasts; her nipples were hard as he squeezed and moulded her soft flesh

Gemma sat upright slightly and repositioned herself, then slowly – so very slowly, she lowered herself down onto Mike's erect hard cock. She looked down as the purple head eased its way into the warm wetness of her pussy. She looked up and locked eyes once more, watching for a reaction, for signs of arousal, for signs of lust. 

Then, slowly at first, Gemma began to gently ride his cock. As she did so, her hands went to her own breasts and began to stroke and tease them. Mike lay watching, slowly being fucked by this sexy woman, who had been in his control just a few moments ago. Now it was she who was in control and taking just what she wanted. She was going to ride him to bursting point if she had to!

Gradually, her thrusting was beginning to increase, his cock plunging in deep, deeper inside her. As she rode, her breasts were bouncing on her chest; she had now taken her hands away. The fingers of one hand were encircling his lips, slipping into his mouth, and then tracing the outline. Her other hand was rubbing her clit as she rode him, bringing it from its hood, her eyes closing as she got closer and closer to cumming.

Mike continued to watch as she licked her lips so sensuously, he reached up and pushed his index finger into her mouth, allowing her to suck on it before he pulled it out and traced a line down her neck to her right nipple. His fingers tweaked the hard nub and moulded the flesh around. They both knew that it would not be long, in spite of trying to hold back, their bodies were ripe again and ready to erupt.

Gemma increased the force of her thrusting, longer, harder, deeper, faster as Mike's hips started to move in rhythm with hers. Soft squeals of pleasure came from her mouth.

Suddenly Mike felt a rush of hot juice around his cock as Gemma seemed to freeze in mid – thrust her back ached outwards, her eyes half closed, her mouth open in a silent moan. In the second it took for this image to register, Mike felt his own seed burst from the head of his cock and rush upwards into Gemma's hot wet cunt. Her eyes opened wide as she too felt the hot juice spraying inside her. Her inner muscles gripped him tight and milking him of every drop he had.

Gemma stayed sitting astride him as her wet pussy slowly released its grip on his exhausted cock. Eventually it slipped away, releasing a flood of their combined juices. Locking her eyes into his Gemma dropped her hand and caught a palm-full of this warm cocktail in her open hand. She raised it to her mouth and drink deeply. Twelve hours ago they were strangers 12 hours ago, now they were intimate lovers. And there was still the weekend!



The Business Trip



Her:  The airplane ride was a long one and I had run out of in-flight magazines to read. The thought of doing work did not appeal to me at that moment, so I took out my novel, which was carefully concealed behind a magazine from the seat pocket in front of me. I was a little embarrassed at the thought of being caught reading a romance story, particularly a steamy one like this. One of my coworkers was beside me in the row of seats. Poor guy, he must have gotten the short straw. My boss brought four others, all men, and me to this conference and I certainly felt out of place. Not that I minded sitting by him, since he was most certainly a handsome companion, but he was clearly uncomfortable with me as his seatmate. I decided to chance discovery and read, in order to spare him the painful efforts of small talk. 

The story was moving along and I was soon lost in the fantasy world painted by the author. Hmmm, this was a good one. The sex scenes made my heart quicken and my breathing deepened. I looked out the window and played the scene again in my mind, imagining myself in it. I must have sighed, because my companion turned and asked if I was all right. I told him I was fine, hoping I was not blushing, and laid my head back and closed my eyes to avoid his gaze. 

What must have been sometime later, I awoke to lunch service. I sat up and gathered myself, preparing for the meal when I noticed my novel, closed and sitting in the bag at my feet. Funny, I did not remember placing it there. Nevertheless, I was relieved to see it safely tucked out of the sight of others. I was a businesswoman, with an image to maintain. If people knew about my fantasy world, they might think less of me. 

Him: I managed to get the seat next to her. I was hoping that on the trip, I might get the opportunity to break the ice. This is something I had been dying to do, but never quite had enough time or privacy at the office. I was not very successful in my attempts this time either. She retreated into a book at her first opportunity and I was left to turn and visit with the other staff members on the trip. I heard something to my right, a soft gasp of pleasure, and turned in time to see the color flood her cheeks. The subconscious rubbing of her hands told me that she was aroused. Oh, how I wanted that to be for me. I knew I had to get a look at that book, and not too long after that I had my opportunity. She slept quietly and I quickly read the pages she was mesmerized by. I should have felt guilty but after reading the contents, knew that I did not have to – she would be pleased in the end. I spent the rest of the trip hatching a plan. 

Her:  I was relieved when we finally arrived at the hotel. My companion checked us all in and then handed out keys. Room 602. It was time for a hot shower and a nap before the formal reception tonight. My room was spacious and well appointed. Business traveling, while exhausting, has its perks. I stretched out on the bed and turned on the TV for some early news. A soft knock on the door drew my attention to an envelope that was sliding beneath it. I looked to see who had placed the envelope there but the hallway was empty by the time I reached the door.

Inside the envelope was a note. 

I know what you need. You need a man who knows how to satisfy your every need. You need to experience erotic sensations. You need to be caressed and taken like you are owned. You need a master who can play you like a fine instrument and not give up until you scream with pleasure. I am that man. 

Tell me you are ready to experience the joy of complete surrender. Wear your hair up tonight and put this pin in it. If I do not see it, you will never know who I am. Wear it and you will never regret it.

I was stunned. Who did this come from? There were 5 possibilities and none of them had given any hint that they were interested. I turned over everything in my mind a hundred times but the author remained a complete mystery. I wanted it to be from him...secretly, and I began to dwell on the possibility. 

Him: It was a calculated risk. I might wind up with a sexual harassment suit. Especially when she figures out that I arranged for adjoining rooms. Somehow, I did not think so, though. I saw the arousal and knew the cause. Now was the time for her to contemplate a liaison, a time to let her curiosity drive her into my bed. I headed off to the store. I had plans for success, not failure. 

Her: I paced the room. How dare he. I paced again. I wonder who it is. Pacing. This is a sexy approach. Pacing. How dare he. Pacing. Who? I have to know. Pacing. All right, I will play the game.... I dressed for the reception. In my mind I practiced telling him off and then I contemplated being seduced by him. This was a crazy game and I was completely enthralled with it. I put my hair up with the delicate filigree clip. At least, whoever it is, has good taste. 

I arrived a few minutes late, so the rest of the group was already seated. They rose to greet me and I looked around the table to see if anyone took note of the pin. Nothing. HMMM. Dinner was an ordeal. I sat there feeling vulnerable and exposed to someone, but I could not figure out to whom. I kicked myself a dozen times, imagining myself the butt of a horrible joke. Pretending that I was not in turmoil was nearly impossible, so I lapsed into silence. I made the decision to retreat to my room as soon as possible, however, the band was playing, and the speakers were yet to come, so I had to wait.

Him: I knew she would be unable to resist the message. I had a positively delicious time watching her squirm. She was not usually off guard and I almost started to feel sorry for her. I needed her to feel vulnerable, however, so in the end, I just enjoyed it. I would have to make a move before she chickened out, though. After the speakers, the band began to play dance music once again. I could tell she was preparing to leave as she was bidding goodnight to our boss, so I swept in behind her and guided her to the dance floor before she had time to protest.

"I am pleased to see you wear that pin," I said as I pulled her close to me. Her eyes flickered with surprise.

"You" was all she could manage. She did not show either pleasure or disappointment with the revelation.

"Yes, me. Are you disappointed?" She shook her head and smiled slightly.

"I..." I put my finger to her lips. 

"Let's talk upstairs. We have adjoining rooms. Go to yours and unlock the door, okay?" 

She paused, taking in the new revelation, then nodded.

Her: He went the entire night without the slightest hint that it was he. I thought I would die of embarrassment. Everyone must have known I was being made a fool of. Were they having a joke at my expense? I was determined to not show a hint of emotion, but I am not sure I succeeded. At the last minute, he revealed himself and I had a curious mix of emotions...anger that he was so forward and made me wait so long to find out who it was....relief that it was him. I wanted it to be him and I was intrigued by his approach and wanted to know more.

I gracefully exited and returned to my room where I waited. The butterflies floated in my stomach as I undid the latch to the room next door. I took the pin out of my hair and put it in the center of the table like a gauntlet. My shoes were off and my hair down. I was ready to give him an earful.

Him: I did not wait long because I wanted to keep her off balance. She was one of those people who could dig her heels in, and if that happened, I would loose. I stood at the door and worked up the nerve. I had a bottle of wine and two glasses in my left hand. The right pulled my door open... Now hers. It was unlocked, a good sign. I entered her room and immediately caught sight of her standing with her hair down around her face, her eyes glinting with anger and excitement. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of her in a bedroom and I caught myself before my imagination took off on all the things I wanted to do to her. She started to speak but once again but I cut her off.

"Shhh, don't say anything" I walked over to her with purpose and determination and she stood silent as I set down my offering.

"Give me your hand." I said reaching out to her. She looked at it for a moment and then slid hers into mine. 

"Did you know that when you become aroused, you rub your palms?" I looked at her, drawing her gaze to my eyes. 

"What makes you think..." she started. "That I can come in here and just take you to bed?" I finished. She nodded.

"I don't think that. I think you are a more complex woman than that. What I do know is that you hide the passionate woman that you are, and I am the man to bring it out. Let me show you." I pulled her close to me and kissed her. I gave it everything I had and, thankfully, she responded by leaning into me. I was trying to arouse her, but it was me who had to struggle to regain composure. We were both breathless when I finally relented my assault on her soft lips.

"By the end of the night you will want me to take you. Come, sit down and share this wine with me." I whispered in her ear as I caressed it with my breath. She was unwilling or unable to move, so I guided her to the loveseat.

For a brief moment, I thought perhaps I had overplayed my hand. The range of emotions that crossed her face was fascinating and told me a great deal about the map of her heart.

Her: As I sat down and tried to regain my composure, I noticed that my palms were itching and I began to rub them.... and then caught myself. What had he said? I rub them when I am aroused? How did he know? I was still reeling from his kiss, it had sent electricity straight through me, and I was left without ant reasoning ability. 

We talked for a while, light talk about our past, our goals and our passions.... We had so much in common, a love of books and water and a love of dining, among other things. My initial caution was erased and he could see my relaxed mood. The conversation deepened to more personal topics and it was not too much later that he brought up my reading material (I blushed at the thought) confessing that he read it. He asked me if I would like to act upon the scene, the one that had sent me into dreamland on the plane. The truth was, I was dying to and, to my surprise, I admitted it... and much more. The wine had lowered my inhibitions and I found myself discussing things I had never shared before. 

When he rose to leave, I was sure that I did not want him to go.....but I could not ask him to stay. I stood up and nervously put my hands together. I was doing it again....wasn't I? I quickly hid them behind my back, but it was too late. He had seen the motion and responded with a deep penetrating gaze that made me feel as if I was standing there naked. "Say it"....he whispered as he stepped forward and gathered me into his arms. I could not protest, only surrender. My desire surged like a tidal wave "please stay" I managed just before his mouth moved down to claim mine.

I know he must have enjoyed the victory, but I was too overwhelmed to care. I relaxed as his tongue traced my lips and plunged into my waiting mouth. I moaned softly as his hands combed upward through my hair and gently pulled to reveal the soft part of my neck to his soft caresses. I tensed up momentarily when I felt the zipper on the back of my dress move downward. Then abruptly he stepped away. "Undress for me," he commanded softly in a voice that melted my resistance so quickly that I half wondered if I was really a tramp at heart.

My hands moved as if they had a mind of their own, wrapping around each shoulder of my dress. I released the material and it fell at a pool around my feet. His eyebrows arched with surprise when it became obvious that I wore nothing else. The side of his mouth pulled up in a half-grin and a wondered what he was thinking. "Turn around" he spoke almost to abruptly. I obeyed with trepidation. Taking the hair pin from the table he swept up a lock of my hair fastening it securely, then placed his hands on my shoulders and leaned down to speak in my ear "you needn't be completely naked...this will suffice." I was defeated and we both knew it.

Him: I had imagined it for months, but seeing her naked for real was better than I imagined. She looked so vulnerable and she had made herself that way for me. I ran my thumbs down the back of her neck, curving my fingers around to massage her throat. She stood there moving with my touch in a position of complete surrender. I could barely contain the grin, which, thankfully, she could not see. My hands drifted down across her breasts and as my fingers found her nipples she leaned back against me allowing a soft moan to escape, one like I had heard on the plane. I instantly began to harden and I pressed my cock against her buttocks. She wiggled against me and laid her head back on my shoulder. I massaged her breasts, alternating between firm and light. Her nipples pressed into my hands and I grabbed them and pinched. She gasped. Moving my other hand down, I slid between her folds to discover her wetness.

I turned her around...I had waited so long to do this...she would not soon forget that she had been had by me. My mouth came down over hers in a punishing kiss. I pressed against her lips, forcing her mouth open and my tongue into every recess.

 

 

Her: It was a secret thrill to be naked and pressed against a fully clothed man. I loved being the object of desire and I was prepared to meet him in his passion. I turned my head a little and kissed back, hard and long...my tongue dancing with his. He pulled away first and dropped his head to my breast. Catching my erect nipple between his teeth, he tugged. I arched my back exposing myself to his mouth and my hips pressed in against his cock, which I needed to feel in my hands. I began to undress him and he paused long enough to slip out of his shirt while I undid his belt. He stepped out of his pants to reveal his full erection and I took in the sight, reaching to feel him.

Moments later, I found myself across the bed, with him suspended above me. "Lay back and enjoy," he whispered.

 

Him: I returned to kissing her breasts, which hardened further under my tongue. I licked and kissed and nibbled my way down to her naval into which I shoved my tongue. She jumped and giggled as I explored this ticklish spot.  Slowly, I worked my way down to her waiting pussy. Once there, I spread her apart and lowered my mouth to her nub. I could smell her arousal and wanted to feel her pussy grip my tongue, my fingers, and my cock as I claimed her. She arched with pleasure, moaning softly, her breathing shallow and quick. I pressed two fingers into her and began to move them in and out while my tongue encircled her clit. I could feel the orgasm beginning to mount as she tightened around my fingers. Her hips bucked against me as she released a deep sigh of pleasure. Her juices flowed between my fingers as I slowly removed them to rub the outside all the way down to her ass. She jumped as I pressed against the opening and shook her head. "Just relax," I whispered. "I won't violate you there. Just enjoy the touch." She nodded and closed her eyes, her face glowing from the arousal as he touched her everywhere.   Her: He took his time bringing me to orgasm again and then again, each one becoming stronger, as he continued unrelenting in his assault on my pussy. My moans became louder and deeper with each one. Finally, I could take no more, I needed him inside of me, I needed to be filled with his manhood. I lifted myself up and told him to let me taste him. He positioned himself above me so that his cock was directly above my mouth.I reached up and pulled his shaft into my mouth, taking as much of it as I could. His sharp intake of breath conveyed his pleasure, and I so I wanted to please him. I cupped his balls gently in one hand while my other reached around and fondled his butt and the opening found there. I flicked my tongue along the ridge of his cock and traced hi pulse with my tongue. I was enjoying the taste and responsiveness of him when, suddenly, he grabbed my hands and pulled away. "I don't want to come yet," he said. Moments later he relaxed and allowed me to continue. I was gentler this time, not wanting to loose this aspect of our encounter.

He pulled away soon enough and sat back, reaching for my legs, which he positioned on either side of him. He pulled me down the bed to him and I could see his shaft, engorged. His fingers pressed inside of me, checking to see if I was ready. He leaned forward and entered me with a single stroke. I gasped as he filled me, finally completing that need, that hunger that had been building inside of me. It that moment, I felt complete. His motion was exquisite and I ran my hands over his taunt muscles as he rode in and out of me. I pulled my legs up to get as much of him into me as possible, and met his motion with my own. I could feel the tension mounting again and I closed my eyes as I rode the wave of pleasure coursing through me. We climaxed together as he slammed into me with a force matched by my own. He held me against him as he emptied and then finally he moved slightly holding me on his shaft as he came down beside me. We lay in each other's arms, unwilling and unable to separate, our breath slowing together. He kissed me, and whispered "I have imagined that for a long time and it was everything I thought it would be."

"I guess we will have to talk about how to keep this relationship secret," he said. I was overwhelmed with insecurity at that moment. Was this a one- night stand for him? "Because I intend to have many more nights like this one, and days, too" he added after seeing my stricken expression. I responded by kissing him and then snuggling into his arms for sleep. "Let's talk tomorrow," I murmured, already on my way to dream world...completely satisfied. 



The Business Trip



Clutching a small case to herself protectively lest it get knocked from her by all of the people who were rushing past her, bumping and jostling her, Stephanie Lucas looked around the huge airport uncertainly.

The corporation Stephanie worked for was hoping to do business with a firm that was based here in England and the matter was seen as being so important that Selma Carrington, her boss and one of the most powerful executives in the company, had come out herself to conduct the meeting with the owners. At the last minute, Selma had called to say that she would be needing some more documents and that she wanted them as soon as possible. 

As she was Selma's executive assistant, Stephanie had been ordered to gather up all the information that was needed and immediately fly off to London to hand deliver it. She had suggested that it would be quicker and more economical to simply fax the documents to Selma, but her corporate masters were paranoid that the competition might somehow manage to get hold of the papers and find some way to ruin the deal. Her husband Jack had been less than understanding when she called home to let him know that she had to suddenly jet across the Atlantic with no warning at all and so on top of everything else she'd ended up getting into an argument with him.

Stephanie had never been overly fond of flying and , while the ride from the States had been as smooth and uneventful as anyone could have hoped for, the idea of spending six and a half hours sealed into a plane just so she could deliver some paperwork and then spend six and a half hours flying back home was torturous to say the least.

She'd had high hopes that the in-flight movie might distract her and help her pass the time, but they had screened that film about a plane crashing in the mountains and the survivors resorting to cannibalism. Somebody out there, she judged, had a very sick sense of humor to show them something like that She had also brought along a book to read, but the paperback romance novel only ended up depressing her as she couldn't help but compare the dashing hero to the boring husband she was currently so very angry with. 

There had been one bright spot to the trip journey however, but even that had been somewhat disconcerting to her.

She had gotten up at one point to stretch her legs and somehow found herself having a conversation with one of the flight attendants, a sweet little blonde who was probably about her age.. Both women had been surprised to learn how much they had in common and had ended up spending most of the flight talking about everything and nothing. During the course of this conversation, Stephanie was surprised but not entirely displeased to realize that the woman was flirting with her.

Though she'd never had the nerve to actually try it, Stephanie had always been intensely curious about what it might be like to have sex with another woman. Considering how depressed and upset she was over everything else, she found the idea of having a little fling with this girl extraordinarily appealing. After all, it would give her the chance to finally see what it was like to be with another woman, she would very probably never see this young lady again and so it wasn't really like it was going to evolve into a long-term and marriage-threatening affair, and there wasn't the slightest risk that her husband or anyone else she knew would ever find out considering they were on the far side of an ocean.

Stephanie had been flirting right back at that flight attendant and thoroughly enjoying it when the girl suggested exactly what the business woman had been thinking. Running a bold hand through Stephanie's hair, she'd bluntly suggested that they find a hotel as soon as they landed and spend a few hours in bed together. 

Well, as much fun as the fantasy had been, the idea of actually doing it was more than Stephanie could handle. After completely humiliating herself by stammering out some lame, implausible excuse, she had almost run back to her seat and spent the rest of the flight avoiding even looking at that young woman.

She'd been driving herself crazy arguing with herself ever since. On the one hand she was kicking herself for passing up the opportunity to live out a dream she'd had for as long as she could remember without any risk of getting caught. On the other hand though, she kept reminding herself that cheating on her husband was the most brutally intimate and personal sort of betrayal possible and that she would have to spend the rest of her life living with the knowledge that she had done that to someone she honestly did love with all her heart.

Now, glad to be off that airplane at long last and even more glad that she had escaped the woman who had raised such conflicted feelings inside her, Stephanie found herself standing in Heathrow airport and trying to find her bearings. She had understood that Selma was coming to meet her and collect the documents she had brought, but lost in this sea of humanity she couldn't begin to guess how she was supposed to find her.

She need not have been concerned however as she turned just in time to see Ms. Carrington sweeping towards her, easily carving a path through the mob of people who seemed to be in a great hurry to get out of her way. Stephanie could not help but take a moment just to soak in the sight of this woman. 

She had always admired, respected, and been impressed by Selma Carrington, but had never before had the opportunity to see her outside the office and she took full advantage of this situation.

Selma was a middle-aged woman with an air of absolute and unshakable self-confidence. She wore little make-up, did not spend hours working to get her shoulder-length hair styled just right and yet she could only be described as a very beautiful woman. Her figure did not have anything like the silicon enhanced curves of a porn star and yet she stared in the sexual fantasies of a great many people. Her success in her career had made her a very wealthy woman and yet she never went to those expensive boutiques to buy her clothes and what little jewelry she wore was small, inconspicuous and tasteful.

The executive did seem to have a taste for powerful and very fast cars though. When she had first seen the beast Ms. Carrington drove in the office buildings underground parking lot, Stephanie had assumed it probably belonged to an older, balding man who was trying to compensate for something until she saw whose parking spot it was.

"Stephanie! Thank God, you're here at last!" Selma said as she reached her assistant and took the case from her. "Did you have any trouble finding all the documents I asked for?"

The younger woman shook her head. "Not at all, ma'am. That secretary of your's is an absolute model of efficiency. She knew exactly where everything was and we had it all gathered and ready to go within a half-hour."

Selma smiled. "Yeah, Tammy's a real treasure all right. I'm sorry you had to rush all the way over here like this at the last minute though. I've had to rush all over the world plenty of times on short notice so I know just how inconvenient that can be." There was real sympathy in her voice and the other woman's heart lightened just a little to know that someone like this really appreciated all the trouble she had been put to. 

"Thanks, but it's all right," Stephanie answered even though it was a little white lie. "These things just happen sometimes."

"It's still not right," Selma told her, reaching out to put a sympathetic arm around the other woman. "But don't worry, I'll make it up to you. Come on now - let's go get your luggage."

Stephanie had been more than a little pleased when that arm went around her shoulders and she could not have stopped herself from leaning into her boss if she tried. She felt like she could just melt into her as she felt the warmth of the other woman's body and took in a lungful of her exquisite scent. She might even have sighed contentedly if she hadn't suddenly noticed what Selma had just said.

"Luggage? I don't have any. I understood that I'd be leaving on the very next flight for home so I just went straight from the office to the airport."

Selma seemed surprised to hear this. "Is that what those bastard's told you?" Selma roared, not giving a damn about the stares of the startled people around them. "They told you to fly all the way over here and then turn around and fly all the way back home!" This news seemed to both surprise and infuriate her. "Don't worry, I'll have a few words with them just as soon as we get back."

Stephanie didn't know what to say to that, hardly able to believe that someone like Selma Carrington would care enough about a simple subordinate like her to stand up to their bosses on her behalf. She felt her face warm with a blush and didn't even realize that she was snuggling a little deeper into the woman's comforting and protective embrace.

"Just think of this as a sort of working vacation," Selma continued, giving the girl a squeeze and thoroughly enjoying the way she was melting into her. "You'll stay over for a couple of days and help me with these meetings, but you should have plenty of time to play tourist and do some sight-seeing. What do you think about that?" She didn't wait for an answer though and, without breaking their embrace for an instant, turned them and started them slowly walking towards the exit.

"I'd love that!" the younger woman gushed, tempted to return the hug she was getting by slipping an arm around Selma's waist. "I don't know how I can, though. I don't have anything to wear, I don't have any of my toiletries, and to top it off I don't have any place to stay."

"Don't worry about a thing, Stephanie. I have a whole suite so you can stay with me. As for the rest, I think a shopping trip is in order."

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Weighed down with several shopping bags, which she had adamantly refused to even consider letting Selma help carry, Stephanie followed her boss into the luxurious hotel suite they would be sharing for the next couple of days.

Considering how angry and frustrated she had been when she set foot in Great Britain just a few hours ago, she was in a remarkably good mood now and knew that she would treasure the memory of this day for the rest of her life. As her executive assistant, she knew better than most that Selma had many important things to take care of and so she was just overwhelmed that she would take the time to help her out.

When they left the airport, Stephanie had not been completely surprised to find that her boss had chosen to rent a car to give herself complete freedom of movement rather than force herself to rely on the London's public transportation system. It surprised her even less to see that she had gotten herself a racy little sports car! For a girl born and raised in the United States, it had seemed so odd to be sitting on the left hand side of the car's front seat and not be the one who was driving . . .

The two women had hit a number of cute little clothing boutiques first to find Stephanie some things to wear and Selma had taken complete control of everything right from the start. The young assistant was deeply flattered when her boss picked out some outfits for her and even paid for them out of her own pocket.

Selma may not have chosen to wear expensive designer clothes, but she seemed to have an innate understanding of what would look the best on her young companion. She also proved to be an expert at judging sizes and there was no question in Stephanie's mind that each article of clothing would fit her perfectly.

They next went to a fashionable little store to collect what toiletries Stephanie would be needing. Once more, Selma went for some pretty expensive merchandise and her assistant was appalled to realize how much she would be spending on her. She begged and pleaded to be allowed to pay for at least some of this herself and her heart fluttered when Selma absolutely refused to even consider the notion. 

When they finally reached the hotel, Stephanie's eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open when she realized that she would be staying at the Excelsior, one of the ritziest and most expensive places in all of Europe. In her wildest dreams she never imagined that she would ever be able to stay at such a fabulous place for even one night!

Selma couldn't help but smile at her assistant's almost child-like excitement at being able to experience some of the finer things in life like this.

Now, safely ensconced in their plush suite at long last, Selma took the small case of documents and sat down at a table. "I'm going to need to go over these and make sure I have all my facts and figures straight." She motioned towards the open door at the far side of the room and added, "The bedroom's through there. Why don't you go and get all of your new things unpacked?"

"All right."

Selma's eyes dropped to her assistant's firm little ass as the younger woman headed for the door with her armload of bags. "You should probably call home as well," Selma called after her. "If your husband was expecting you to fly straight back home he'll probably get worried when you don't show up."

Stephanie stumbled slightly at this, the thought of her husband back home bringing her mood crashing down to earth. She really did need to call Jack and let him know what was going on, but just the thought of having to deal with him right now was making her feel ill.

At the table, Selma allowed herself a little smirk as she opened the case and started unpacking the documents. 

With everything else that had happened to her today, the girl had not noticed that she'd said "bedroom" and not the plural "bedrooms." This suite only came with one bedroom and she couldn't wait to see what happened when her innocent young assistant suddenly realized that they would have to share a bed.

This was promising to get very interesting and Selma was now delighted that the company had forced Stephanie to fly all the way out here and into her clutches.

Sitting on the edge of the bed meanwhile, Stephanie made sure to keep the telephone conversation with her husband as brief as possible. She assured him that this was because the transatlantic phone rates were so outrageous, but really it was because Jack Lucas suddenly seemed so rude and stupid compared to the urbane and breathtakingly intelligent Ms. Carrington.

Whereas before she had been just as upset over having to fly off to London as him though, she now seemed perfectly content to be there and kept talking about how badly Selma needed her help. Jack was unsympathetic to the needs of Stephanie's boss however and so they ended up squabbling and arguing yet again. The young woman was only too happy to be able to hang up that phone and hurry back into the next room where Selma still sat at the table with her paperwork.

The two women spent the next few hours studying the documents and deciding on the best way to handle the owners of the British company at the meeting tomorrow. Even the adrenaline rush this day had turned into for her couldn't last forever though and soon Stephanie started to feel the combined effects of jet lag and exhaustion take their toll on her.

Selma thought it was adorable how the girl was fighting desperately to stay awake like a child who had stayed up past her bedtime and now was trying to pretend that they weren't sleepy even though she was yawning widely and studying the inside of her eyelids an awful lot. "My goodness, you must be exhausted! Why don't you go on to bed, Stephanie? I'll be along in just a little while."

Stephanie had risen to her slightly unsteady feet and indulged herself in a nice long stretch before what her boss had just said started to sink in. "What?"

"Oh, didn't I mention that there was only one bed?" Selma asked with studied innocence. "It looks like we're going to have to share . . ."

Stephanie stared, stunned by this revelation. She may have survived the temptation of that stewardess back on the plane, but she wasn't so sure that she could handle being in the same bed with Selma Carrington. Even if her boss wasn't plotting anything romantic, she couldn't be certain that she wouldn't do or say anything awkward or unforgivable herself in her present state of mind. Blind to how ironic it would be to have to sleep on a sofa while staying at one of the most luxurious hotels in existence, that's just what she offered to do.

Selma just laughed though and told her to stop being so silly. "I'm going to need you well rested and in peak condition for that meeting tomorrow," was the reason she insisted that they share the bed, keeping to herself for the moment the other reason.

Still looking a little uncertain, Stephanie withdrew to the bedroom to change into the romantic little nightie her boss had bought her for earlier and slide between the sheets. Though she was uncertain why, she wanted to stay awake and wait for the other woman to join her, but the combination of her weariness and that impossibly soft bed overcame her and she drifted off into a deep sleep.

When Selma walked into the room a couple of hours later, she took in the sight of that young woman sleeping in her bed with a broad smile. Chuckling softly to herself, she started getting undressed.

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Stephanie had apparently been even more exhausted than she'd thought. When she finally began to stir and opened her eyes to see how much sunlight was spilling in through the window, she realized that she must have slept late into the morning.

She knew that she should be getting up and seeing what needed to be done, but she just didn't want to. It felt way too good to be lying in that big soft bed all cuddled up against . . .

Her breath caught as she suddenly realized that she was snuggling with her boss, Selma Carrington!

Stephanie couldn't imagine how it could have possibly happened, but somehow during the night she had ended up lying up against the older woman, her body molding itself to Selma's. As if that wasn't bad enough though, Stephanie found that she had thrown a leg across both of her bosses and had wrapped her arms snugly around her middle. Even worse, was that Stephanie's head had somehow come to rest comfortably on the other woman's chest. Finally just to put the icing on the cake and make this situation just as uncomfortable for her as possible, she was pressed up against Selma's so tightly that there was no question at all in Stephanie's mind that the executive was completely nude.

Stephanie couldn't imagine how she had ended up in this position, but couldn't help but note that she hadn't woken up curled up against her husband like this in years!

Safe in the knowledge that her young assistant could not see it with her head where it was, Selma couldn't help but smile playfully. The change in the girl's breathing told her that she had finally woken up and she could just imagine the thoughts that were going through Stephanie's mind right now.

Slowly, fearful of how her boss would react to this overly familiar behavior from a lowly subordinate, Stephanie raised her head and blue eyes met glittering green eyes. She was deeply relieved to see that the older woman was smiling, but it didn't entirely quell her concerns. "Um, I . . ."

"It's all right, Stephanie. Don't panic." Selma couldn't help but laugh a little at the worried look on the girl's face. "Everything's all right." The smile on her face got a little less playful then, replaced with a look that made her assistant's heart race. "Besides, we could all use a little cuddle once in a while."

Stephanie was unable to resist and her eyes dropped to take a closer look at the naked woman who lay beneath her. Selma may have reached middle-age, but she obviously worked out to keep herself in shape and her full bosom still looked deliciously firm and tempting. Stephanie was a little startled to realize that she wanted to lie back down with the other woman.




The Business Trip



Seeing that her assistant's eyes had dipped, Selma gave her plenty of time to have a nice long look. "Sorry, but I got used to sleeping in the buff back in college," she purred, "and now I can't get to sleep anymore if I have anything at all on." Noticing how the girl's eyes still had not strayed from her tits and how shallow and rapid the girl's breathing was, Selma couldn't stop herself from inquiring in a husky voice, "You don't mind, do you?"

Stephanie jumped at this and hastily dragged her eyes back up with a tiny giggle, her face flushing a very bright red. "No, not at all."

Selma could see that her young assistant was feeling too embarrassed about scoping her out for anything to happen right now and so she was forced to put any lewd and lascivious designs she may have had on the younger woman on hold for a while. She decided Stephanie needed just a little more work before she would be ready to put out for her and so she decided to pamper her a little more.

"I guess it's about time we were getting up this morning," she said decisively, putting an end to the awkward moment at long last. "We've got a busy day ahead of us." 

The girl finally rolled completely off her boss and was only too happy to get out of that bed before she humiliated herself even more. Selma just threw the sheets off meanwhile and sat up on the bed, making sure that her assistant had ample opportunity to have another good look. Stephanie took full advantage of this opportunity as well and a small sigh escaped her. Snapping back to reality with a violent start, Stephanie blushed again and ran for the bathroom to take a cold shower.

Selma just smiled as she watched her assistant disappear, knowing that she would soon own that young woman's heart and body. Reaching across to the telephone resting on the bedside table, she picked up the handset and dialed the front desk.

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If Stephanie had been flattered by all the attention her boss had lavished on her the previous day, what happened today simply overwhelmed her.

She had emerged from her shower to find that Selma had arranged for her to spend most of the day in this exclusive hotel's large and elaborate spa. Just thinking about spending almost the whole day being primped and pampered to within an inch of her life by the professionals down in that spa was thrilling to the young woman and yet she tried to refuse, knowing how expensive it would be and thinking that Selma had already done more than enough for her.

Selma would not take no for an answer however and in the end Stephanie would graciously accept, wondering how she would ever repay the other woman for all the kindness she had shown her since her arrival in London.

They literally had everything here, including an attentive and skilled staff, and Stephanie had felt like a queen as they catered to her every whim. The only thing that could possibly have made it better would have been if Selma had come to spend the day with her, but the executive had begged off saying that she wanted to go over all the documents again to make sure she was ready for the meeting later that day.

As evening started to settle over the city, Stephanie found herself back in Selma's suite helping to get everything set up for the meeting that would take place there. The young woman was deliriously happy and just could not seem to stop smiling. She also couldn't stop thanking Selma for everything she had done and had even impulsively hugged her! She was more than a little startled to find herself wrapped around the other woman again, but Selma had not seemed to mind and had actually hugged her back warmly.

Then the owners of the British company arrived though and everything had to be business-like again.

Mr. Archibald Lincoln was an older man who had not only founded his own company but had skillfully built it up into the international success it was today. The woman who clung to his arm was very attractive and looked young enough to be his grand-daughter but was introduced to the young assistant as Archibald's wife Melinda. 

Assuming that the woman was just some kind of air-headed trophy wife, Stephanie naturally guessed that Archibald would be conducting all of the negotiations with Selma. She was quickly proven wrong though as the doddering old man proved to be practically senile while his sexy young wife had one of the sharpest minds the girl had ever seen. 

Leaving the actual negotiating entirely in Selma's capable hands, Stephanie efficiently bustled about making sure everyone had the documents they needed in front of them and providing everyone with something to drink. The old man simply fell asleep on the couch about halfway through the meeting, Stephanie noticed with a small and carefully hidden smile, but it wasn't as if he had been contributing much more than long and boring stories about how he had started with nothing but a dream in any case.

Stephanie noticed something else as well. Right from the start it was very evident that Melinda Lincoln found Selma extremely attractive. The young wife may have confined herself to significant looks, soft smiles and a few double-entendres as long as her husband was still awake, but it progressed to outright flirting just as soon as they noticed that Archibald had dropped off. The young assistant found herself seething with jealousy over all the attention the woman was paying to her boss. It didn't help the girl's mood either when she saw just how much Selma seemed to be enjoying it and how she was freely flirting back.

Telling herself that she was so upset by all of this only because Melinda was a married woman and because the hussy was practically throwing herself at someone else even as her husband slept soundly and peacefully just a couple of feet away, Stephanie refused to consider that her jealousy might have been sparked by anything else.

However attracted the two women might have been to each other, the meeting was still a long one and the negotiations were difficult and at times quite tense, but in the end everyone was happy with what they were getting out of the deal.

Once all the papers were signed and all the details had been taken care of, the two business women stood up. Leaning in, Melinda kissed the American woman lightly on the cheek and purred in a sultry voice, "It's been such a pleasure to do business with you, my darling." Stephanie clenched her hands tightly into fists but forced herself not to march over there and chase that whore away from her boss. "Why don't we all get together for brunch tomorrow? There's a lot more that I would like to . . . discuss with you."

Selma just greeted that thinly veiled suggestion with a smile. "That sounds like a great idea to me."

This was all too much for poor Stephanie and, as the two women made plans for when and where they would meet, the girl had to turn her back to hide the angry and hurt expression that was on her face. She busied herself with gathering up all of the documents and paperwork in the hope that neither of them would notice how emotional she was becoming. Stephanie was appalled when Melinda invited Selma over to the Lincoln's home and was even more so when her boss readily accepted.

With her still drowsy husband stumbling along beside her, completely unaware that his beautiful young bride had just made a date with someone else for the next day, Melinda was once again the very picture of the loving and attentive wife as she helped her elderly husband out the door.

Selma turned back to her assistant then to find herself faced with the girl's back and allowed herself a small smirk. It was obvious that Stephanie was very upset and there was no question in her mind about why. Selma decided to pretend that she hadn't noticed the girl's jealousy and carefully hid that smirk as she cheerfully told her, "Well, that sure seemed to go well. I think the board of directors back home is going to be delighted with the deal we struck here today."

Stephanie didn't trust herself to reply. She was still fuming over the fact that someone as wonderful as Selma Carrington would have anything to do with a cheap little tramp like that Melinda Lincoln. She felt as if she should be doing something to protect her boss from being soiled by that hussy.

Walking over to the girl, Selma slipped an arm around her waist and was rewarded when Stephanie responded by leaning into her. "You seem a little upset, Stephanie," she ventured, careful that her voice and face projected nothing but absolute innocence. "Is anything wrong? Have I done something to upset you?"

Stephanie's mind was whirling. Melinda was certainly a very beautiful woman and she could certainly see why Selma might be interested in sleeping with her, but the girl had made up her mind that she couldn't let that happen. The question she couldn't find an answer to however was how she could possibly keep it from happening. What was there that she could possibly do that would make her forget about Melinda.

Securely and comfortably held by Selma's arm, Stephanie looked up at her and found herself mesmerized by the older woman's deep and hypnotic green eyes. She had to use all of her willpower to resist the impulse to lean in and just kiss her. 

Stephanie could hardly deny that she was very attracted to the other woman, but then again Selma was her boss and, whether she rejected her or they actually ended up in bed, it would probably make things back at the office very weird for the both of them. Besides, some little voice at the back of her head reminded her, what about her husband back home? If she couldn't cheat on him with that flight attendant, what made her think she could do it with her boss?

"It's nothing," she said at last, tearing her eyes away from Selma's with an effort. "I'm fine. Really."

Selma pretended to accept that, but she knew the girl was lying. It tickled her to know that her young assistant was just green with envy over the thought of her going to bed with Melinda Lincoln. However useful that jealousy might be in getting Stephanie into her bed though, Selma had already decided she would have to take steps to break the girl of that possessive streak. The business woman had more than her fair share of playmates and the last thing she needed was for any one of them to start getting cranky about the others.

Going to the phone, Selma called up room service and had them send up a bottle of their very best champagne. "After all," she told her executive assistant with a big smile, "we have something to celebrate!"

The next couple of hours were spent sprawled comfortably together on the couch as they drank a very fine champagne, congratulating each other for a job well done and just generally patting themselves on the back. It soon became clear which of them wasn't used to drinking this much though and Selma watched in amusement as her tipsy assistant began regaling her with all kinds of intimate, personal stories that she never would have shared otherwise.

The business executive listened as the other woman complained about how difficult it was to keep going sometimes when her husband was more interested in the ball game on TV and in having her make sure she got home in time every day to put his supper on the table on time than he was in whether or not she succeeded or found any fulfillment in her career. Selma really couldn't have cared less about the younger woman's husband of course, but she had to figure that a little trouble at home would help put this young woman into her bed.

A little later, when Stephanie was a bit more thoroughly sloshed, she started talking about the flight over from the States and that stewardess in particular. Her attraction to other women was one of Stephanie's most closely guarded secrets and she had never talked to any of her friends or family about it, but she freely shared the information with Selma. The girl was trying to make a point about how much she loved her husband and would never do anything to hurt him or their relationship, but all her boss heard was that she was even less likely to resist when she finally put the moves on her.

Stephanie tried to segue the point she was making about not betraying one's spouse into an argument that Selma should not go to that meeting with Melinda the next day. She tried to make it sound as if she just didn't approve of the British woman cheating on her husband, but in came out sounding more like jealousy.

"You're right, of course," Selma said with a grin. "Melinda does want to get laid tomorrow. Remember that she invited the both of us though. You can rest assured that her husband won't be there and so it seems to me that she's interested in a threesome."

Stephanie's mouth fell open. This was something she had not thought of. 

"The business world can be a very difficult one for a woman, my dear. There are still plenty of men who think we should be back home barefoot and pregnant," she informed the younger woman. "We have to be three times better than a man just to be considered his equal! If you really want to succeed, you have to be prepared to make use of all of your assets and not hamper yourself with a lot of restrictions. If someone finds you attractive and will give you what you want in exchange for some time in your pants, then why not let them throw a quick fuck into you?"

Stephanie just sat still and listened to the lesson her boss was teaching her. There were all kinds of rules and regulations that said that men and women were equals and that she shouldn't have to put out for anybody to succeed, but the assistant had been working long enough by then to know that there were ways to get around any law and that those who were in power knew all of the loopholes. If someone came on to her, her first instinct would always have been to call it sexual harassment and complain to their superiors, but now Selma was sitting here telling her that it was okay to be used as someone's sex toy so long as she got something out of it too.

"Besides, it's kind of like what almost happened between you and that flight attendant," Selma continued. "It's surprisingly easy to get laid on company time without your husband or anyone else ever knowing about it. Most of the people who will want to fuck you are married too and so you can be sure they won't be gossiping or spreading rumors about you."

Taking the girl's champagne glass from her, Selma put them both down on a conveniently placed table and then slid a little closer to her. "Discretion is the key though. Since he probably has even more to lose than you, it's pretty easy to get away with fucking the boss. On the other hand, if you start putting out for some hunk down in the mail room, he's got a lot less incentive to keep his mouth shut about it. What I'm saying is that no matter how much more appealing that young stud in the mail room might be than those crotchety old geezers up on the company's board of directors, if you truly value your career and your marriage and want to keep them both, you will be very picky about who you fuck."

A heavy silence fell over the room then as the business woman let her executive assistant digest what she had just been told. Stephanie wasn't foolish enough to think that her boss had gotten as far as she had simply because she was willing to open her legs, but she also had to believe that someone who was as successful as her had to know what they were talking about.

With a soft smile on her lips, Selma reached up then to lightly brush the back of her hand across the younger woman's cheek. Stephanie could not resist leaning into the feather-light caress and her eyes rose to find her bosses. "Nobody's going to make you do anything you don't want to, but you're never going to be able to get ahead in this business until you decide to make use of all the tools at your disposal." She slid even closer to her and asked, "Will you come along tomorrow and help me . . . entertain Mrs. Lincoln?"

Stephanie just gazed deeply into the other woman's eyes for a long moment, her heart pounding so loudly that she almost didn't hear the question. All thoughts of her husband back home were now forgotten as she became lost in the other woman's presence. "But I've never been with a woman before," she whimpered breathlessly, "I wouldn't even know what to do."

"Don't you worry about that," Selma told her. "Tonight, I'm going to give you a few lessons." She leaned in close, hesitated very briefly to see if her assistant would shy away, and then kissed her lips lingeringly.

Stephanie was only too eager to return the kiss, leaning forward herself to make it even firmer and her mouth opening to make it even deeper. The women would spend the next half-hour or so just like this, leaning into each other and sharing long, hungry kisses of sweet exploration. Well aware that they had all night and did not need to fear being disturbed by anyone, they took their time and just enjoyed themselves.

The younger woman's body felt as if it had been supercharged. She hadn't felt this good in years - not since she and Jack were still courting and just starting to realize how much they loved each other. That thought ignited an ember of doubt in the girl's mind about whether or not she should be doing this, but for the time being it was being drowned out by all the wondrous sensations that Selma was giving her.

Selma's hand had remained to cradle the side of the younger woman's face as she kissed her, but now it started to drift down her throat in a very obvious direction. Stephanie knew where it was going and so she threw back her shoulders and pushed out her firm bosom for her boss to take hold of. Once that wandering hand had cupped a pert breast, the thumb flicking back and forth across the erect and very sensitive nipple, the passion of their kissing seemed to increase tenfold and deep moans of pleasure started to bubble up from the backs of their throats.

That tiny ember of doubt flickered gently, growing just a little stronger as an image of how happy both she and Jack had been at their wedding flashed unbidden through her mind. The years of marriage that followed hadn't all been perfectly happy to be sure, but they had always before somehow managed to work through all of those rough patches. This wasn't the first time she had ever argued with her husband and it almost certainly wouldn't be the last, but did it really justify her cheating on him like this? All of this flashed through her mind, but once again was swamped and buried under all of the more pleasurable sensations that Selma was giving her.

Selma's other hand came to rest on Stephanie's knee and started to slowly glide upwards towards that most intimate of places. The girl gasped and spread her legs apart to let that hand go wherever it liked, astonished to realize that she was already so aroused that she might have an orgasm without even having to take any of her clothes off.

That flickering ember flared a little brighter within the girl as her conscious continued to argue with her. In today's world, surely it was possible for a woman to get ahead without having to prostitute herself for any man or woman. In the long run, wouldn't it be far more satisfying to know that she had earned her success through hard work rather than by fucking her way to the top? 

Real doubts about what she was doing were now starting to filter through at long last, but it wasn't until she felt Selma's hand get a firm grip on her crotch, taking possession of something that rightfully belonged to her husband alone, that she pushed herself free of the older woman with a regretful whimper.

Selma hid her annoyance as the girl retreated, realizing that she had pushed her a little too far a little too soon. "Is something wrong, Stephanie?" she asked innocently but in a voice made deep and throaty with the emotion the other woman had unleashed in her.




The Business Trip



"I'm so sorry," the younger woman whispered hoarsely, tears coming to her eyes. "I just can't do this."

Selma just smiled reassuringly, trying to let Stephanie know that it was all right. "It's like I said, dear. Nobody's going to make you do anything you don't want to do." She reached out to stroke the other woman's hair slowly as she continued to cry. "Don't worry about a thing. This isn't going to change anything between us now or back at the office and you can be sure I won't be saying a word to your husband about this."

Looking utterly miserable, Stephanie could not choke out a reply and so she confined herself to a small nod. When her boss took her into her arms and just held her as the tears continued to flow down her face, she went willingly and snuggled deep into Selma's comforting embrace.

It was some time before the girl stopped sobbing and even longer before she was willing to stir from Selma's embrace, but finally Stephanie sat back up, hugging herself and just staring at the floor. Selma didn't want to let this period of uncomfortable silence drag on for too long and so she suddenly remarked on the lateness of the hour and announced that she was going to bed as she had another big day ahead of her tomorrow.

This didn't help Stephanie's mood at all. Remembering that her boss slept completely nude and considering her own mental state, she didn't think it was a very good idea for her to share a bed with the woman again. She also didn't want to think about tomorrow when someone as wonderful and perfect as Selma Carrington would have to put out for a cheap slut like that Melinda Lincoln.

She said nothing and did not move from the couch when her boss rose to her feet and walked back to the bedroom.

The next morning, Selma was not entirely surprised to find herself all alone in that bed. She held onto the hope that her young assistant had simply chosen to sleep on the couch instead and so she would be able to work on her a little more, but when she went to investigate she found herself all alone in the suite.

The business executive didn't have to be told where the girl had gone, but she read the note Stephanie had left her anyway. Saying she didn't want to humiliate herself any further, her assistant had fled in the night to the airport to catch the first plane she could that was headed back to the States. She hadn't even taken all of the clothes and things Selma had bought her either, saying it just didn't feel right to accept them under the circumstances and that she hoped her boss would be able to get her money back.

Knowing that she could rely on Melinda to arrange everything that was going to happen today, Selma focused on what she would do to salvage this situation when she got home and found herself alone in the office again with Stephanie.

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Once again, Stephanie's flight had been as free of turbulence and any other annoyances as anyone could have hoped, but this plane ride was an even more miserable experience for her than the ride into London had been. In her headlong flight to escape back home, she had neglected to stop and buy herself a book or magazine or any other form of distraction and so she could do nothing but sit in her seat and think about just how incredible it had been to kiss her boss and feel the woman's strong hands explore her body intimately. 

She would kick herself viciously for passing up the chance to live out her secret fantasy of being with another woman not just once with that hot little stewardess, not just twice with her awe-inspiring boss Selma Carrington, but three times as she also hadn't taken part in that threesome with Selma and Melinda Lincoln. This would have been the perfect opportunity to do something she had always wanted to without the slightest risk of Jack or anyone else ever finding out about it and she knew that she could not reasonably expect to have any other such chances just fall into her lap.

Then, Stephanie would start kicking herself viciously for even considering betraying the husband she had sworn before her family, her friends, and her God to love, honor, and cherish for the rest of her life. They had made solemn vows that they would always be faithful to each other and she knew that there were no loopholes in that. Just because the opportunity presented itself did not give her any right to cheat on Jack!

Back home, she found that her husband was still very cranky about losing his wife without any notice for a couple of days, but she endured his comments and criticisms meekly and apologetically. Considering just how close she had come to doing something that could have irreversibly damaged her relationship with this man and completely destroyed their marriage, she could not bring herself to argue back or otherwise defend herself. She just accepted the unnecessarily cruel things he was saying as part of her penance for almost straying.

Over the next few days, Stephanie devoted herself to being the best wife she could possibly be, catching up on all of the housework and laundry, preparing her husband's favorite meals and doing all those other little things that she knew he liked so much, and becoming an absolute slut for him in the bedroom. She found she had plenty of time for all of this as Selma had apparently called the office while her assistant was still in the air and instructed that she be given a couple of days off to help make up for the inconvenience of having to jet across the Atlantic for a couple of days without any warning. Stephanie thought that this suggested that her boss hadn't been kidding when she said that things weren't going to change just because she hadn't been able to sleep with her and she was deeply appreciative.

Whenever she went to bed with Jack though, she invariably found herself fantasizing that Selma was skillfully making love to her. It was always a bit of a let down when she returned to reality and found herself being brutally and clumsily fucked by her husband.

Something Stephanie hadn't really given any thought to however was the fact that she had told her husband that she would be away for a few days and that she had then come rushing home almost immediately without any warning. If something illicit had been going on back home, she could easily have walked in on it or at the very least turned up before all of the evidence could be hidden away or disposed of.

While she certainly hadn't walked in and caught her husband red-handed doing anything, her new obsession with keeping his house perfectly in order turned up something that she knew for a fact did not belong there. Under the living room couch, where it had either been hastily stuffed to hide it or accidentally kicked and forgotten, she discovered a lacy little bra with cups far too big for her modestly sized bosom.

Stephanie just sat on the floor and stared at the undergarment for the longest time as what it signified slowly sank in. She had spent all that time beating herself up and driving herself crazy because she had almost been tempted into cheating on this man and here was irrefutable proof that Jack had been fooling around with another woman while she was on the other side of the Atlantic! She didn't know who his mistress was or for how long he had been cheating on her, but at that moment she was just too furious that he had betrayed her like this at all to care about such details.

Suddenly, she couldn't stand to be in that house anymore and rushed out to her car. She was just driving without any particular destination in mind, but soon she found herself pulling into the parking lot of her office building.

If she was right, Selma should be back from her trip to London by now and, unless she was taking a well deserved day or two off as well, she would probably be in her office.

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Seated in the big leather chair behind the large desk in her corner office, Selma looked up from the paperwork she had been catching up on when her secretary ushered in an obviously upset and frazzled looking Stephanie Lucas.

"Stephanie! It's so good to see you again!" Selma exclaimed as she rose from her seat to embrace the younger woman. "I must admit that I was a little worried about you when you took off in the middle of the night like that. Are you all right?"

Even though she very obviously wasn't all right, Stephanie nodded her head once before letting it come to rest comfortably on the other woman's shoulder. She returned the embrace fiercely and clung to her boss as if she was afraid to let go. Selma may not have known what had happened to put the younger woman into such a state, but she wasn't about to complain.

Gently rubbing the trembling girl's back and caressing her soft hair with her cheek, Selma softly asked her what was wrong. "This isn't about what happened back in London, is it? I'd hate to think I got you this upset. If that's what it is, I swear to you that it will never happen again - we can just pretend like none of it ever happened!" Even as she said it though, Selma was plotting how best to turn this to her advantage so that she could fuck this sweet little girl.

"No, it's not that," the girl whimpered so softly that her boss almost didn't hear her. 

The tears started again and Selma sensed that they would continue for a while, so she maneuvered them over to a couch where they could sit down while still holding onto each other. She kept her mouth shut and just waited, not pressing for more information as she knew it would come just as soon as the girl cried herself out and was able to compose herself.

In a tiny, halting voice, Stephanie eventually started to explain that she had discovered that her husband was cheating on her. Remembering how sorely tempted she had been but how she had always managed to pull herself back from the brink at the last minute before any real damage was done, she was very hurt to know that he had apparently been only too eager to jump into bed with another woman the second her back was turned.

On the outside, Selma was the very image of concern and sympathy, but on the inside the business woman was rejoicing. As she pretended to comfort the distraught woman, she was extra careful not to say anything that might sound like she was suggesting that Stephanie should get even by committing adultery as well though.

She knew that the idea had probably already occurred to the young woman and she also knew that it would be better for her in the long run if it seemed to be all Stephanie's idea.

Eventually, Stephanie was able to pull herself together and she pushed herself free of the older woman's embrace. Wiping her eyes dry, she managed a small smile and asked with studied casualness, "So, how did things go with Melinda?"

"Just fine, thank you," Selma replied with a small smile. "Melinda asked about you. She had really been looking forward to having you . . . at that meeting. We both were."

Stephanie sighed shyly and ducked her head at this. "Now, I wish I had stayed to . . . help you with that meeting."

Silence descended over the office then as the younger woman took a few moments to muster up all of her courage, but then she raised her head again and looked her boss straight in the eye. Smiling, Stephanie leaned in and kissed her firmly full on the mouth, one hand slipping around the back of Selma's neck.

This time, Selma kept her hands to herself and let her executive assistant guide what would happen for the time being. She was rewarded when the kiss swiftly deepened and she found herself being pushed back against the arm of the couch as Stephanie moved to get on top of her. Kissing her back and embracing her tightly, Selma still kept her hands away from any place that might be considered intimate.

Stephanie seemed to recognize that her boss was holding back and she pulled back to give the woman a smoldering look. "Take me," she begged, pulling her top off and tossing it aside without too much concern about where it might land. "Please, I want you to fuck me." Stephanie's bra came off then and she heaved it away with just as much abandon as she had used earlier. "I need you to fuck me."

Selma smiled and took hold of the pert little breasts that had been revealed, raising her head to suck one and then the other of the erect nipples into her mouth. Stephanie gasped as each of those nubs was captured, the older woman's skillful attention sending bolts of electricity coursing through her body. Seeing just how sensitive the girl's nipples were, Selma made sure to do an extra good job on them and she left her assistant panting, moaning, and begging for more.

For the first time in her entire life, Stephanie now took possession of another woman's breasts. Selma was a little more well endowed than her assistant and her breasts were not being contained in a bra, so Stephanie's strong fingers began to knead and work all of that tender flesh right through her bosses blouse. As she had a mouthful of tit herself just then, Selma's moan of pleasure was muffled.

Releasing her assistant's breasts, Selma reached up to pull the girl back down for another kiss. Their tongues dueled for only a moment though before Stephanie sprang off her and stood by the couch. "We have to get naked right now," The young woman declared in a firm voice, the sort that would brook no argument. "I don't want all of these clothes to be in the way anymore."

Stephanie's slacks and then her panties came off and were sent flying wildly across the room, leaving the executive assistant in just a pair of stockings. She looked askance at her boss when she saw that she had not taken her clothes off at the same time, but she had to admit that she was enjoying the way Selma was looking at her - like a dangerous and hungry predator would look at the helpless prey it was about to devour.

Just as Selma started to rise to her feet, there was a sharp buzzing from the intercom mounted on her desk. Cursing herself for not telling her secretary that she did not wish to be disturbed for any reason during her interview with Stephanie and shooting her now all but naked assistant an apologetic look, she went over to the desk.

"What is it, Tammy?"

"I'm sorry to interrupt, ma'am," answered the secretary's voice immediately. It was a little hard to tell since the intercom's small speaker made her voice sound tinny and a little hollow, but Selma could tell by the tone of Tammy's voice that she knew what was going on in that office. "Mr. Gutierrez just sent down some papers that he says you have to sign immediately. He says it's very urgent."

Selma sighed, looking over at her impatiently waiting assistant and wanting to tell her secretary what that idiot Gutierrez could do with his papers, but she knew that it would be quicker and easier for everyone in the long run if she just went ahead and took care of this. "All right then, Tammy. Bring them in here."

Stephanie gasped in surprise at this, not wanting her bosses secretary to walk in and catch her standing naked in the middle of the office. Knowing that she only had seconds before the door opened and Tammy came in, she dashed headlong for the private bathroom that was attached to Selma's office. She skidded to a halt at the door though and went back to gather up the clothes she had just tossed around the room, knowing it would not take a rocket scientist to figure out what was going on in here if she just left them behind. 

She just barely made it into the bathroom with her armload, leaving the door slightly ajar behind her, before Tammy walked in with the papers.

Selma might have told her to calm down, that the secretary almost certainly already knew that they had been fooling around, that it wouldn't be the first time Tammy had walked in on something like this, and that Tammy knew how to keep her mouth shut. She might have told her all that, but she was just too amused by the sight of Stephanie sprinting around the office in a blind panic.

Chuckling and shaking her head, she motioned for Tammy to bring the papers over to the desk and quickly started signing them. She wanted to be done with this chore just as soon as possible so that she could get back to the much more important matter of fucking Stephanie Lucas's brains out.

Tammy looked around the room idly as she waited, looking a little surprised that she did not see Stephanie anywhere. By now, she had expected to find her half-naked at the very least and practically pawing the ground as she waited for Selma to be able to give her her full attention again. 

Selma noticed the questioning expression on her secretary's face when she handed back the papers and just nodded towards the bathroom with a broad smile. Tammy nodded in understanding, returning the smile and heading for the door so that the two women could get back to business. Tammy hesitated just short of the door though as something caught her eye.

Bending down, she scooped up Stephanie's panties from where they lay in a plant stand. This was the one article of clothing that Stephanie had missed in her mad attempt to conceal what she and her boss had been doing and they were soaked through with the young woman's juices. Giving the watching business woman another brilliant smile, Tammy raised the panties to her face and inhaled deeply the heady perfume of Stephanie's arousal.

Selma was only to happy to allow her secretary this. "Tammy, I don't want to be disturbed again until further notice."

"Yes, ma'am." Regretfully, the secretary returned the panties to the plant stand and retreated from the room at last, closing the door firmly behind her.

Going over to the bathroom door, Selma threw it open to find Stephanie panting hard as she leaned heavily against the sink and clutched her clothes to her bosom. "What were you thinking?" the wild-eyed girl demanded immediately. "We don't want anyone to know that we're making love in here!"

Slowly and calmly, Selma explained that her dedicated and super-efficient secretary knew already knew about most of her affairs and had been an invaluable co-conspirator in making several of them happen. Tammy would keep her mouth shut about this just as she had about all of those others, she reassured her assistant. 

Stephanie still clearly did not like the idea that someone out there knew that she was cheating on her husband with her boss, but she somewhat grudgingly accepted what Selma had told her and did not press the issue. Stephanie was once more feeling the pangs of jealousy as she heard again that Selma was sleeping around and now started to suspect that Tammy was yet another of her bosses playmates. She wanted to stop thinking about that as soon as possible and get back to what they had been doing before.

"Do you suppose there will be any more interruptions?" she asked, glancing at the closed but not looked office door.

"There won't be any more," Selma reassured her confidently. "Tammy won't let anyone in and I'll bet you anything that right now she's canceling all of my appointments for today so that we can spend as much time as we like together."

Taking the clothes from the younger woman and dropping them onto the floor right there, Selma pulled Stephanie back into her arms and bent her body back slightly as she kissed her long and hard. Stephanie did not resist and kissed her back passionately, her arms going around the other woman's neck.

Leaving the younger woman to lean back against the sink with her legs spread wide apart, Selma went down on her knees on the linoleum floor in front of her. When she then leaned in and started devouring the girl's swampy pussy, Stephanie's squeal of ecstasy echoed endlessly off all of the ceramic tile around them.

This had to be one of the tastiest twats the business woman had found in a long time and she happily ate Stephanie to a pair of mind-blowing, earth-shaking orgasms. Selma just grinned, not concerned in the least about what people might think if they heard her young lover screaming in pure pleasure through the walls.




The Business Trip



It started out as a simple business trip, nothing unusual for me even if it meant I had a tag-a-long manager for a couple of days. Normally we were sent on these types of contract finalizations alone for the simplest of reasons: all we had to do was be there to notarize the final signature and go home. But on this trip one of the regional managers decided to come along and introduce himself to the new client. The manager's name was Marty, and aside from the occasional screaming match with a client trying to skip a payment on their bills, you would never notice him in or out of the office. In fact the most remarkable thing about Marty was the amount of time he spent on the road by Himself, tracking down new clients personally, etc. Of course, now I know just how remarkable his trips can be.

I tend to stay in a small to midsized motel room when I'm out of town, the company would foot the bill for better (to protect our image and all), but all I really do is find a local tavern, or buy a sixpack and watch whatever game is on the cable that night. So a bigger bed or nicer sheets don't make much sense to me. Entertaining clients is not my forte, sealing the deal is. I get in to town early, finish all the preliminaries and wait for the word, its become automatic for me at this point. I never expect any surprises and am usually not disappointed. Marty one the other hand is like my polar opposite. He like to get to know the clients, do a couple business lunches, hit the towns he's in, live it up. Everyone at the office knows this, because his expense reports for his trips are always a page longer than anyone else's. Two pages longer than mine, I foot the bill for the beer myself. It never matched up to the Marty we all knew and barely saw in the office.

So, we both got into Chicago on a Thursday morning. I came by car, as I was out on the road already. Marty came in on a commercial flight out of New York. The company let me make the reservations since I was scheduled to be there for a couple of days longer with a different client later during the following week, and I chose the usual no-frills motel. Off the interstate about 5 miles from O'Hare. Nothing special. I dare say Marty wasn't thrilled. We weren't use to working together and didn't really know each other, so it came as no surprise when he hinted that he was probably not going to spend a whole lot of time near the motel this weekend. I just headed to my room and bunkered down. 

The first two days went by quickly, I finished the paperwork for this contract and most of the paperwork for the following meeting, Marty passed by my window at all hours of the day and night, always in a hurry. I wasn't' trying to be impolite, but I just ignored him as best I could. Then came Saturday night.

Now, as a football fan, I treat Saturdays and Sundays like my own personal holidays during the season. After a full day watching the games, I like to go out get a quick bite, and if I haven't found a good watering hole within walking distance of the motel, I just get a couple sixes from the 7-11 and ice them up in my room for the night games. I was half in the bag by the time the 3;30 games had ended and decided to make a run for some grub. I grabbed my little keycard and headed out to the parking lot. On my way I passed Marty's room. I got a couple of steps past his door when my better angels told me to be a nice guy and offer to pick him up something. Or at least make an effort to be nice. So I knocked on the door, Not to loudly, I could hear music on , but not so loud that it would drown out my tapping on the door. After a couple of seconds with no answer I decided the fates had meant for me to make a beer run alone, and started to turn away from the door. Before I cleared the doorwell, it opened. Not a lot, but enough for me to make out Marty in a bathrobe, and a towel on his head. I almost laughed out loud, I'm on the road at least twice as much as he was and I don't even own a bathrobe, let alone bring one on trips with me. It must have showed on my face because Marty suddenly looked taken aback. I broke what was becoming an awkward silence by blurting out, "hitting the store for some grub, you want me to pick you up something?"

The look of relief on his face was palpable and his shoulders positively fell to his sides with a sigh. I was going to ask what spooked him, but let it slide, it wasn't my business. He said he wouldn't mind a bag of nachos so let him get his wallet. I said I'd catch him on the way back, but he insisted his wallet was right there so it was no big deal. He went towards the little nightstand all these places have next to the colorfully decorated bed, and as he did , I saw something I wasn't expecting. As he got further away from the door, I could see the bottom of his bathrobe. This was only noticeable because his white bathrobe was a sudden contrast to what were quite clearly dark black stockings. Not socks, stockings. As he turned around with the cash now in his hands he saw me looking at his feet and realized what I could see. And suddenly he didn't know what to do or say.

He started to babble about how it wasn't what it looked like, he could explain, etc. I calmly took the cash from his now clenched fists and said , "so you want nachos and salsa right? I'll be back in a couple of minutes." He stood there with a look of panic on his face as I walked to my car and drove off.

Now, as I drove around the corner, I couldn't figure out which one of us was more freaked out. Him for having been caught wearing some women's stockings, or me after seeing it. It wasn't something that would have ever crossed my mind about Marty in a million years. I knew I didn't know him all that well from work but now I realized that even what I did know could probably be thrown out the window. When I finished paying for the beer and snacks, I found myself sitting in the car thinking for more than a couple minutes. It wasn't like this was some dastardly secret he had been keeping from me for years, we barely spoke even when it came to business matters, so I saw no point in getting all worked up over it. And its not like we didn't have some gay and lesbian colleagues so what was one more lifestyle. As I started my car up and headed back to the motel I decided to just let the matter drop and go back and watch the late game like I had planned.

I walked up to his door and knocked. He opened it in an instant and I guessed that he had been standing there the whole time waiting to explain. He started to but I told him it was cool, he could do whatever he liked in his free time, it didn't bother me one way or the other. After I said that, he still looked at me with some furtive looks, Trying to scour my face for any signs something was wrong, or that I was about to drop some kind of bomb on him. He seemed at least a little at ease as I excused myself and headed off to my room beer in hand. 

I'd like to say I completely forgotten about the whole thing, and for the most part that would have been true. I threw some ice in the little sink outside of the bathroom to keep my beer cold and proceeded to watch the pre-game show and caught up on any action I missed from the games not on the inroom cable system. Occasionally, mostly during commercials, my brain would jump back to the thought of Marty in women's clothes, and I would laugh a bit. As the game wore on I had already become used to the idea and started to lose interest in thinking about it. 

However, at half time, I little football trance was broken when I heard a knock on my door. I got up and for a brief second could not figure out who would be bothering me here. Of course by the time I opened it, I knew it was going to be Marty. Sure enough, he was standing there, still in his bathrobe, trembling. I noticed the stockings were gone now though. He asked if he could come in, he needed to talk. I said sure, and went back to my seat, which I now had firmly planted in front of the TV. He stood in the middle of the room, slightly shifting from one foot to the other and looking fairly nervous. I offered a beer, but he declined. He asked me what my plans were now. I joked that I planned on finishing the first sixpack and then possibly making a run at the second if the late game was interesting. Of course, I knew what he meant, but he didn't seem to be in a laughing mood at the moment.

He asked if I was going to tell anyone, or if maybe I had already. I said I hadn't told anyone yet, and since it wasn't really my business I couldn't see how it was theirs, so he didn't have to worry. His little secret was safe with me.

When he heard this, it was like every ounce of breath in his body rushed out like a deflating balloon. "I'm soooo relieved to hear that, it's not something I want to have to explain to the folks back at the office. Or at home for that matter." I guess I was a little more curious than I thought, because I asked if anyone else at the office knew, it wasn't like this was the first time he had gone on a trip with someone else, so maybe someone else found out or already knew. He said no, nobody who knew him had any idea.

At this point he sat down on the bed, these motels only give you one chair if you're lucky, and started to tell me how this had been his secret for years. He had started to dress up a bit early in high school, and with 3 older sisters he had easy access to girls lingerie. At first, he said, it was just a little experimenting, to see how stockings felt, how a bra hooked and unhooked. But he also noticed it felt more than a little arousing and started to wear them around the house whenever he could. Sometimes his sisters accused each other of stealing the others things, but no one ever looked at him twice about it. As he became a little older his sisters went away to college and so he had the run of the house to himself most days. He was almost giddy as he told me about the hours he would spend laying around wearing one of the confiscated outfits, with the shades drawn playing with himself all afternoon, only to lose track of time and have to scramble upstairs as one of his parents pulled into his driveway. In fact, he said he occasionally wore nothing but a pair of his sister's pantyhose and stayed downstairs as long as possible trying to add a little extra thrill to his day.

Mind you , hearing this kind of talk from any guy would be enough to make my mind boggle a bit, but hearing it from Marty, I thought my head was going to explode right on the cheap motel carpet. I was thankful I had beer at the ready, because this was just too weird for me to take in all at once.

He must not have noticed how shocked I was, or the beer left my face a little slack-jawed, or maybe he just wanted to get it off his chest. For whatever reason he kept talking. In college, he had a much easier time than most people he that he had heard about, or read about who liked to cross dress a bit. He had his own dorm room, which he never left unlocked, and he was out of state, so he felt comfortable going out a bit in full dress. Occasionally he went to a local gay bar he knew that was far from his campus, and with no one there who might possibly know him, he started to experiment with other things too. At first, he said he used some drugs and alcohol to lower any inhibitions and would hit on some of the guys. When he said this, he looked at the beer in my hand for more than a couple seconds. He said as time went on though, he stopped using them as a crutch and just to flirt with the guys naturally.

I told him that answered my question then. He asked what question? So I told him I had wondered if his crossdressing meant he was gay or not. He laughed at that. He said he at least considered himself bisexual, and did in fact like to have sex with women too, but not while he was dressed as "Kate". I did a bit of a spit-take when I heard that, and that made him laugh a little harder. Kate was what he went by when he was dressed as a woman. He didn't think of himself as a man in a dress then, but rather as a woman.

Now at this point my curiosity was starting to get ahead of me. I asked him if he always dressed up when he was on business trips. Did the clients know? Did he take them to gay bars on the company expense accounts? Now he was laughing quite a bit. No, he said, the clients never knew. He wined and dined them in the old fashion business sense with nice dinners, the occasional ball game, depending on the client a strip club or too, That sort of thing. In fact, he made it a point of throwing the works at them for a day or two, piling it on the expense reports, so they never asked what he did in town when they weren't there. And the company never worried he wasn't showing them a good time. It was the perfect cover for him. And he said he was really hoping I would keep my word and not tell anyone about this. I assured him it was safe with me. Hearing this again, he got up and started to leave, but as he did he told me that now that he wasn't so worried about being "outed" he was going to go get dressed, and maybe hit a local club or two. Maybe I would care to join him, he was more than happy to show me a bit of the wild side if I'd like. He had a mischievous look in his eyes when he brought that one out. I politely declined, citing football and sleep as my priorities for the weekend, and with that he left. As he did, I thought for a second he was going to lean over and give me a hug goodbye, but when he didn't I thought maybe it was just my imagination.

Sunday afternoon was not quite as eventful. I spent the morning finishing the rest of my work, drowning my hangover out with sports radio and Dr Pepper. We both got a phone call from the main office postponing our meeting until Tuesday, but that wasn't a complete surprise to either of us. What it did do for me was give me the opportunity to go out Sunday and watch the pros. I hit a nice sized sports bar and watched the the games on about 15 screens at once. I left the waitress a nice tip and headed back to my room to crash for the Sunday Night game. It was expected to be a bit lopsided, but the basic cable package in the room was going to have it on, so I decided best to play it safe and watch the game there rather than in an unfamiliar area when I was out of town, and more than a little tipsy already. I entered my room, clicked the pregame on, and quickly dosed off.

I awoke to the sound of knocking at my door and once again I forgot I wasn't alone on this trip. So I was going to be a little shocked when I opened it up and saw Marty there. However when I opened the door and saw Marty in full fledged drag, I was absolutely floored. Sure enough he was standing at my door in a really short skirt, a wig, makeup, and what I could only imagine were the stockings he had been wearing the night before. I started to say "Marty, what are you thinking?" when I was interrupted . "now, I told you last night I like to be Kate when I'm dressed silly" A little slurred, but even I could smell the alcohol coming from "her" lips. "See, I brought you some beer as a thank you for keeping my little secret." And like that I had beer thrust in my hands as she walked into my room. She sat down on the bed, and said she struck out at the bars here. 

Now it was a little disconcerting hearing a fairly male voice coming out of her mouth. I guessed that it was not a high priority to sound extremely feminine to her. Or maybe it was the alcohol. Either way, it was only slightly higher than Marty's normal voice, but with cherry red lipstick and eye shadow under a curly black wig.

I thanked "Kate" for the beer, and cracked one open, offered it to her. I shouldn't have be shocked that she accepted, I mean she smelled like she had had more than her share, but none the less I was. I was starting to wake up as we started to talk. She asked me what my plans were for the evening now that we didn't have a meeting in the morning, and I shrugged and pointed to the TV, said football and then sleep. Again, I'm pretty low key most of the time. Suddenly she popped up off the bed, and popped into my lap and said I was being silly, we should go out somewhere and raise a little hell. 

Now mind you, I too had been drinking, but not enough that I was out of my mind in any sense. Still, it may have been enough that I felt no urge to toss her off my lap. And when I didn't toss her off she seemed more than a little pleased, and started move her hips back and forth a little bit. And in no time it became physically apparent to both of us that I was enjoying myself. When she felt my cock becoming erect she started to move her hips more and more, smiling like a cat who swallowed the canary. I smiled when I realized what the canary could be. 

Up until that point it never crossed my mind that I might want to do anything at all with Marty or Kate. To be honest, while Marty may make for a fairly nondescript man, it doesn't quite carry over into making him a knockout female. While I have in my travels seen crossdressers and transsexual who could easily pass for female, Hell Maury Povich seems to have them on his show every other week, Marty/Kate wasn't quite there. She looked liked a slightly feminine, but unmistakable Drag queen, but I still found my hands running up and down her very smooth panty-hosed legs. After a few minutes of dry rubbing and fondling, she made a move and shifted on my lap, moving in for a kiss. The thought of possibly feeling some stubble crossed my mind for a split second, and vanished as my tongue passed through her silky lips. At this point, I was no longer sporting a bit of an erection, I was sporting a raging hard on. And she knew that too. She stopped kissing me long enough to ask me quickly if I was sure I wanted to do this. I answered her the only way I could think of, I leaned in for a long kiss, lifted her up off my lap, and carried her straight over to the bed, where I dropped down on top of her. I asked if that answered her question? She was positively beaming with lust in her eyes. 

In no time at all, she had pulled off my shirt and was unbuckling my pants, while had unzipped her little mini skirt, and pulled it down her legs and threw it on the floor. I unbuttoned the little blouse she was wearing, and started kissing down her chest. At that point I would not have cared if her chest looked like she pumped iron with Arnold, but instead I found a soft and slightly rounded chest that fit nicely into her small bra. I had her nipples in my mouth for what seemed like hours, licking them slowly, sucking on them, biting them, sometime biting hard enough to hear a whimper or two, and it drove me wild. As I moved further down her body, I took a second to kick off my pants, and pulled off her pantyhose. Her legs were as smooth as silk. She let out a moan as I ran my tongue up the inside of her thigh and over the gauzy material of her panties. When I did this, I could not help but run my tongue over what was now Her erect penis. I pulled her panties off and it sprang up a bit once I had the material completely clear. 

For a second I could see her face looking down, uncertain of what I was going to do next, but she shouldn't have worried a bit, I had her little cock in my mouth in a heartbeat. I may not have done anything like this before, but I knew how I liked having my cock sucked on, and I went to town. For the first couple of minutes, I slowly sucked her cock stopping to put one of her balls in my mouth while I stroked her with one hand. The other hand was slowly entering her tight little ass. I wasn't being gentle, I was methodically getting deeper each time, playing with her prostate as I pulled her deep into my mouth. Her moans got louder and louder which only urged me on. Her cock wasn't very large, maybe 5 -6 inches, but as I held it in my mouth, my tongue caressed every inch of it. As she moaned louder, I started to positively fuck her with my finger, until she screamed she was going to cum! I kept my mouth on her as it erupted, my first taste of sperm was fantastic. 




The Business Trip



I swallowed most of it almost instantly, but took a brief second to rub some of it on my own cock, and just the thought of doing that almost made me cum right there, half-kneeling off the bed. But instead of shooting a load onto the cheap carpeting, I was able to control it, and instead got back up on the bed kneeling down in between the now sweating and trembling thighs. She reached down to grab a hold of my cock, but instead I caught her by each wrist and pushed her back down on the bed. I kissed her deeply, with the taste of her own semen still in my mouth, and then I whispered in her ear that I was going to fuck her tight little ass until I exploded inside her. She hesitated, and said she didn't bring any lubricant from her room, but I just told her she was being silly, and we were about to raise some hell. 

With that I spread her legs a little further and lifted them around my back. As her legs wrapped themselves a little tighter, I spread her ass enough to get my cock up to her waiting hole. I hadn't stretched it out, or used a couple of fingers while I was fucking her, it was still a little tight, and more than a little painful for her, but at that point I needed to be inside of her. I started to use quick strong strokes in and out, we weren't making love now, we were fucking, hard and fast. It wasn't long before I was ready to cum myself, and as I was about to I leaned down, grabbed her face in my hand and started to kiss her as I orgasmed. It was a series of short bursts one after the other, unloading my seed deep in her ass. I continued to pump in and out until I was sure there was nothing left . As I pulled now limp dick out of her ass, we started to kiss agagin. And continued to make out for quite some time.

She told me that was the first time she had ever had sex with someone who knew her as Marty. And she assured me that since I was keeping her secret for her, she would keep what just happened between us as well. I told her I thought that would be a good idea for now. I also told her that from now on, I wanted to see more of Kate. In fact I wanted to see as much of Kate as possible. She smiled when she heard that, she smiled more when I told her that as far as I was concerned, I would go on business trips with her anytime anywhere.

That was the beginning of what is now a 3 year relationship, we've done some other things, some I would have never believed I was capable of. I may write more about it later.



The Business Trip



As Susan paid her fare and climbed out of the taxi she thought about her imminent meeting with a mixture of both anticipation and trepidation. Dressed in a smart grey pinstripe business jacket and knee length skirt carrying a slim document case, she briskly went up the broad steps to the large rotating doors of the hotel entrance, her stiletto heels clacking on the polished marble.

She had never met the woman representing the other company before, but she had dealt with her department and had now and then spoken to her on the phone. Wendy Cory was a sharp operator, she was also very blunt, to the point of being outright rude at times and if there was one thing that Susan didn't like it was people being rude to her, it really got her back up! Talk to her politely and she would go a long way to be of help. Unfortunately the amount of business that the company that Wendy worked for put their way meant that it would not have been very judicious of Susan to of told her where to get off, as much as she had wanted to at times.

Terms were being negotiated on a new and lucrative contract with Wendy's firm and it had fallen to Susan to negotiate over them with Wendy, who had already made some tough demands. Susan had a set of counter proposals and her terms of agreement set by her boss, she knew that it was not going to be easy to get a great deal, but she thought that she could maybe arrange at least a good deal on her companies behalf. That is if she didn't let Wendy walk all over her, and she had no intention of letting that happen she was determined, no matter how intimidating Wendy Cory was!

Susan walked out of the glass revolving doors and scanned the plush reception area of the hotel where she was due to meet Wendy Cory, she was dead on time as she liked to be on these occasions. There were several businessmen hanging around in groups or standing at the desk and some hotel staff at work. Susan looked around and spotted a dark haired woman sitting alone at a low table with a cup of coffee in front of her and reading a paper. Susan didn't know what Wendy looked like but seeing as there were no other professional looking women around the reception area she assumed that this must be her as this was where they had arranged to meet.

Susan walked over to the woman and stood in front of the coffee table. She moved her case to her other hand and offered it to the woman greeting her with a friendly smile. 'Hello, you must be Wendy? I'm Susan, nice to meet you.' The woman looked up from her paper for a momentary glance, nodded at her barely acknowledging her presence and then took a sip from her coffee and went back to the paper. Susan felt annoyance rising but kept the smile on her face, she also kept her hand outstretched instead of sheepishly taking it away. Long silent seconds passed and the woman looked up again and Susan thought a half smile just flitted across her face as she finally reached out and shook Susan's hand with her own slim well manicured fingers.

'Hi, yes, I'm Wendy. I've booked us a table in the restaurant here, hopefully the food will be adequate.'

With that, and not waiting to see if Susan had any objections or any other plans she picked up her paper and a slim case and began to walk through the lobby to the restaurant. Susan followed her.

They were shown to their table and sat down. While Wendy looked at the menu Susan gave her the once over. She guessed that Wendy was probably about 5 or 6 years younger than herself, say late twenties – early thirties, she had a nice figure, very slim, almost thin with small pert breasts. She was wearing a dark suit with an above knee length skirt that showed off her very shapely legs which Susan had to admit were fabulous. Wendy's face was angular with high sharp cheekbones, she had arching dark eyebrows and her hair was long, black and full with a wave in it, parted on one side. It would fall across her face now and then and she would throw it back with a toss of her head or tuck it up behind her small ear. She was, Susan thought, a very attractive woman. She betted to herself that Wendy could wrap most men around her little finger - but then she gave off such an aura of attitude that Susan wondered if any ever dared to approach her! She was like a black widow Susan decided with a little laugh to herself.

The waiter came over and they ordered their meal. Even before the food was brought to their table Wendy began to discuss the terms of the deal in hand instead of making the usual, polite small talk over the meal and then getting down to business afterwards. Susan knew the details so she didn't have to get her papers out and when Wendy made some strong demands Susan held her ground. She knew that for Wendy to be spending time over this deal meant that her firm wanted Susan's to handle the contract, they had just sent her to play hardball. This assumption gave Susan an edge and along with her feeling that this was in some way personal made her dig in and negotiate back just as hard. 

They jousted over the meal and had secured a deal before they had even got to the coffees. The papers were signed and Wendy seemed to relax a little, suggesting that they go to the bar and have a drink to toast the deal. Susan wondered if Wendy was just a bitch at work, one of those ambitious career women types. Having had a glass of wine with her meal Susan ordered another one and sipped at it, but Wendy knocked back a gin and tonic in short order and had another one in front of her straight away.

'So how long have you been at your company?' She asked sitting in a corner seat with Susan.

'About ten years now, I worked there before, but I had a break for children and came back.'

'You do a good job.' Wendy stated. Susan smiled at the compliment.

'Thanks.'

'That was a good deal you made there. I could tell that you were bullshitting on some things, you showed more balls than most of the men who I deal with, I like that.'

Wendy reached into her bag and took out a packet of cigarettes. Without asking Susan if she minded if she smoked or offering her one she took one out and put it in her mouth. Taking a drag and lazily puffing out smoke she seemed to be surveying the bar, there was silence between them for a while. Susan studied Wendy sitting there, she was a remarkable woman, very attractive, languidly blowing smoke and sipping her G&T, a very strong character but also a mystery, she gave nothing of herself away.

'So, do you know this town? Is there anywhere to go in the evening to have fun?' Wendy asked. 'I'm staying overnight here.'

'I don't really know, I only come here on the odd business trip, never socially.' Susan told her. 'There is a nice restaurant down the other end of the street, but other than that I couldn't say.'

'Gee! That's exciting then.' Said Wendy, sarcastically. 

Susan didn't know what to say to that. She wondered what the other woman did for 'fun' anyway?

Wendy seemed to be regarding her as the conversation had faltered now, drawing deeply on her cigarette as if considering something, gazing at her through the smoke with her arched and narrow dark eyes. 'Well I'd like to make something of the stopover here, I don't like to just waste my time.' She stated eventually.

'I'm open to suggestions, so if you can come up with an idea?' Susan told her politely, trying to be friendly and helpful.

Wendy really shocked her with her next comment, she didn't even lower her voice in the conversation to say: 'Look Susan, I'm going to be frank here because.... well because I just always am.' 

Susan was intrigued to hear what was coming, but she was completely amazed at the question that came next!

'Have you ever fucked with another woman?' Wendy asked, as if she were asking: 'Have you ever been to New York?' She dragged on her cigarette and stared Susan straight in the eye as she waited for her answer.

'I can't say that I ever have.' Susan answered after a stunned moment, trying not to sound anywhere near as shocked as she was at such an extremely personal question.

'Well I can tell you, it's a lot of fun.' She smiled and puffed out a slow plume of smoke, adding, 'especially with me.'

'Oh, I didn't know, hadn't thought that you were, erm....that way.' Susan said, avoiding a direct answer. Although Wendy was a strong character Susan would never have thought that she was a lesbian! She radiated such a strong feminine aura! 

'I'm not. Just every now and then I get the urge or meet someone who appeals to me, like you for instance. I really don't care much about labels, I just do what I want in life and seeing as we are both at a loose end this evening and I can't be bothered with trying to find some guy at the moment...' She explained, mater of factly.

'Really?' Was all Susan could think of to say, wondering if anyone nearby could overhear their conversation, but then she thought: 'What does it matter if they can? I don't know any of them, and they certainly don't know me!' She felt a frisson of excitement inside and that surprised her.

'So anyway it's up to you.' Wendy prompted, digging for her answer, dragging on her nearly spent cigarette.

Susan had occasionally, casually wondered what it would be like to be with another woman? The fact was though that she had never been in a situation where it might have happened or given serious thought to any way to engineer it. So it had always just been an idle fantasy for those very private moments. But now here it was, the opportunity being unexpectedly offered to her on a plate right out of the blue by a woman whom she undeniable felt a fascination about. Wendy was certainly something! Susan couldn't deny an attraction to this sultry woman, almost despite herself. She made the snap decision to take the chance offered, it may well never come again and she'd spend the rest of her life wondering what if? Susan made up her mind to go for it.

'Okay, yes.' She said, having made her decision and acting boldly. She wondered if she would ever tell this story to her husband when the night was through?

'Have you got any nice underwear with you? You know stockings and things like that?' Wendy asked.

'No, I didn't bring anything like that. I wasn't expecting that kind of trip.' Susan replied with a little laugh. She had only come prepared for business, not pleasure.

Wendy reached into her bag and took out her purse. She separated out a couple of high denomination notes and handed them over to Susan.

'Okay, here, go get yourself some nice lingerie for later. I like that sort of thing, it turns me on.' She smiled wickedly.

As Susan took the money Wendy got up and said.

'Look, I've got stuff to do, call's to make. I'll see you down here in the reception tonight at 8.30 and we'll have a couple of drinks in the bar to loosen up and then we'll see what happens.' She winked and then leaned over and kissed a still stunned Susan a quick kiss on the lips and then she was gone.

Susan sat there, mind spinning in neutral for a moment, feeling herself burning with embarrassment or was it arousal?. She was sure that the people on the next table had heard or at least had got the jist of their conversation and were trying to look like they weren't trying to look. Susan finished her drink, her mouth was dry. She thought over the implications of the last few minutes' conversation and felt herself becoming aroused at the idea, like having sex in a place where you might get caught, that sort of frisson. Feeling a little light headed she got up and left the hotel to go shopping.

Later that evening Susan walked down the stairs into the reception area where she saw Wendy straight away, sitting in one of the easy chairs waiting for her. Susan had taken ages getting ready once she had returned from her little shopping expedition, showering and doing her hair, she had felt very nervous all the time, but in a good, excited kind of way, only a little scared. 

She was wearing the ubiquitous black dress (which looked good on her) as indeed, she noted was Wendy, who Susan thought wore it very well. She stood up to greet her, smoothing it down her long coltish legs which were clad in dark stockings, giving a little welcoming smile which put Susan a little more at ease in this tense situation. Susan was wearing stockings too which she had bought earlier at Wendy's request (and with her money too!), she liked to dress sexy, it made her feel good, her husband always seemed to appreciate it too. She had a lot of sexy clothes back home, but she had never thought that she would have needed them on this trip, that was for certain!

'Hi, you look good.' She said to Wendy as she reached her.

'Thank you, you do too. Let's go get a drink in the bar, but let's not take too long, there are more interesting things to do this evening than sit around in this sterile place.' Said Wendy deadpan, and curt as ever. 

She turned to walk towards the bar. The evening was closing in now and it was getting chill outside, but it was warm in the hotel so it wasn't the cold that made her shiver as Susan followed her.

They ordered drinks and sat at a table. Susan had a glass of white wine and Wendy drank scotch and coke on ice, putting away two in quick succession - but it seemed to have no noticeable effect on her. They talked a little, mostly Susan nervously rattling on about her work or family, Wendy seemed reluctant to give any personal information away and shrugged off any such questions directed at her. She seemed amused at Susan's predicament; perhaps she found it arousing to see her quarry cornered as she closed in thought Susan to herself, aware that she was desperately making conversation to cover her nerves. 

Susan was still talking when she suddenly felt Wendy run her leg up the side of hers under the table as they sat in their chairs. Nylon rubbed against nylon as she felt the shapely calf climb slowly up her leg, she kept on talking - faltering just slightly. Wendy looked at her as if she was for-all-the world deeply interested in what she was saying - whilst obviously her attention was elsewhere. 

Susan felt the edge of Wendy's black stiletto shoe trace lines on her calf, she furtively looked round to see if anyone was watching what was happening, but the other drinkers were engrossed in their own conversations. She stopped talking and smiled over at Wendy, then she reached out and covered from view by the table lightly caressed the shapely thigh on the inside through the sheer material, tracing up towards the hem of the black dress - but stopping short of it. Susan looked around nervously out of the corner of her eye in case they were being watched by the other drinkers, but it was still pretty empty in the bar, she felt a thrill at her actions.

'I like that.' Said Wendy, smiling at her for once. 

She opened her thighs wider and Susan knew what she wanted, Wendy was daring her to slide her hand up further. Somehow Susan just couldn't bring herself to do it, not here in public.

Realising after a moment or two that this game wasn't going any further, Wendy said curtly downing the last of her drink;

'I've had enough of it in here, shall we go now?'

Susan felt like she was jolted with electricity as the implications of Wendy's suggestion sunk in. They walked out to the lift and Susan felt like she was moving through a dream, that this was a story or a film that was happening to someone else.

They got into the elevator in reception and were the only ones riding in it as they ascended towards Wendy's room. Suddenly Wendy pulled Susan to her and kissed her hard and passionately on the lips, her arms wrapped tightly around her back and head, roughly grasping and tugging her hair. Susan, surprised in the first instance, returned the embrace and then the kiss on the soft hot lips being crushed against her mouth, no going back now. 

She felt Wendy's small breasts poke into hers as they embraced, something that doesn't happen when you kiss a man she thought! Susan looked over Wendy's shoulder at their reflection in the mirrored wall of the lift, two women embracing and kissing passionately, someone would get a surprise if the lift suddenly made a call before they reached their floor! Susan almost wanted it to! This was a night to be daring and shocking she thought to herself, a sexual electricity running through her just like she was a nervous teenager all over again.

The lift came to a gentle halt and they separated to exit, Wendy leading the way to her room, fishing her keys from her little bag. The key turned in the lock and Susan followed her into the room. Wendy threw the keys on the bedside table as Susan shut the door behind her. There was a light in the room already on, but only from the bed sidelight so it was subdued. The room was standard hotel fare, not too small, a large bed with a wooden surround built with lamps and bedside table, a straight chair tucked under a desk unit opposite the bed which had the TV on it and an arm chair in the corner by the window. The décor was the same as in her own room, neutral, slightly florid.

Wendy had walked over to the desk unit and opened up the mini-bar in the cupboard beneath the TV. She took out a bottle of scotch and a mixer of coke that she had put in there to chill earlier and picked up two glasses. 

'Got scotch, unless you want something else from the bar here.' Wendy said.

'Scotch is fine.' Said Susan, her voice a little hoarse as her mouth felt suddenly dry, but she needed the drink for more than a dry throat.

'But drown it please, otherwise I'll be out cold in no time.'

Wendy poured the two drinks and took them over to where Susan was standing, still by the door.

'Well, I guess neither of us would want that now would we?' She commented teasingly.

'No, but I could do with the Dutch courage I think.' Said Susan as she took the drink offered to her with a hand that trembled slightly and swallowed with a gulp that sounded awfully loud to her.

'Don't worry, relax, we'll have fun.' Said Wendy giving her a wide smile and winking at her as she walked over to the desk and put the TV on using the remote and selecting a music channel, putting it on at a quiet volume as background noise.

As she stood there Susan wasn't having any second thoughts about the situation that she now found herself in. She had made her decision to go ahead with this and once she had made a decision that was it, she went with it as best she could. Actually she was feeling highly aroused now, but her main worry was what to do! Would she be able to please another woman? She knew how to please her husband, but that had taken time and experience and she had of course been with other men before she had met him. In a strange way it was like being a virgin again, perhaps that was part of the excitement that she felt tingling in her crotch.

As it happened of course, Wendy took control of the situation.

'So, how did the shopping trip go then Susan? Did you spend all of my money?' She asks as she sat down in the arm chair and takes a cigarette from her bag.

'Very nicely thank-you, not much change though I'm afraid.'

'Oh really? Well perhaps you'll let me see if my money has been well spent then.' Says Wendy, raising her eyebrows questioningly?

Susan decides to play along with the teasing and puts her bag down by the bed as she walks over to where Wendy is sat. Turning her back on her she lifts her brown hair and says:

'Unzip me.'

Wendy puts her lighted cigarette in her mouth and reaches up to slide the zip on the dress down slowly exposing Susan's skin in the opening at the top as the sides fall apart. A lacy black material with little eye hooks runs a bridge across the gap under the bulge of her shoulder blades and down past where the travel of the zip ends. Susan walks away over towards the bed again and turns. She pulls the straps over her shoulders and slowly the dress slides down over her body, stepping out of it she kicks it aside.




The Business Trip



Wendy looks at her from her seat, drink in hand, taking little sips in her wide mouth as her eyes rove up and down her like she is inspecting some fancy product being displayed to her. Susan is wearing a very pretty lacy black corset with embroidered patterns and ornamented with little ribbon bows, it pushes up her medium sized breasts emphasizing her cleavage nicely. Sheer black stockings are attached to the straps at the bottom of the corset, a small pair of pretty black lace panties complete the outfit. Susan feels self conscious standing there, she knows that for her age her body isn't bad - but of course she has some insecurities about how she looks.

'Okay, nice choice, well I guess I can say that I've got my moneys worth, well at least the start of it. Turn around and let me see you from behind.'

Susan slowly turns, she is starting to get into this, sometimes she does this kind of thing while her husband watches, particularly if as tonight she has a new outfit to show off. With her back to Wendy, Susan begins to run her hands up and down her sides, feeling the lace of the material that pulls her figure in so tight. She moves them around to her backside and rubs her buttocks as she shifts her weight from leg to leg slowly wiggling her bum at Wendy seductively. And then her hands move back up to cup her breasts under where they are pushed up by the corset, her nipples feel stiff and she pinches them lightly through the material. Wendy can't see her do this but she does hear the little gasp that escapes Susan's lips as the action sends an immediate pulse of electric pleasure to her now moist crotch.

Susan stands wider now, her shapely legs an apex as she bends forward her backside pointing at Wendy who sits watching her silently and intently she hopes. More daring now her hand appears in the gap between her thighs and she slowly runs her fingers over the mound in her panties and up between her buttocks where the material is a thin black line that disappears. The feeling of her own hand rubbing on her pussy through the material of her panties feels so good and it just makes Susan want to be touched there all the more, to have that burning desire attended to. She straightens up throwing her hair back and turns around to look at Wendy's reaction.

Wendy is there sitting in the armchair, drink put down, still smoking, but she now has her legs open as far as the arms will allow and has pulled up the hem of her dress enough to allow her hand access to her pantied crotch where her fingers are now tracing a slow line up and down the middle of her tiny black panties. She smiles and says:

'That's nice Susan, why don't you carry on?'

Susan resumes her slow dance, being even more sensual, running her hands up and down her body, continuously coming back to stroke at her crotch attending to the fire building there. Wendy shifts in her chair, pulling her dress up further she hooks one leg over the arm of the chair and continues to slowly tease herself through her knickers following that central line under the material with a lone slim finger.

'Show me.' She says flatly, and Susan knows what she means.

Still dancing to a silent rhythm she hooks her thumbs in the waistband of the panties and slowly begins to ease them down her thighs, fraction by fraction looking directly into Wendy's dark eyes. Wendy's eyes flick from hers back down to her crotch as it is gradually revealed. Susan wants her to look at her there, to see her and to want what she sees. She is about to bend so that she can push the knickers off down her legs when Wendy tells her:

'Hold it there, stay like that for a moment.' She says.

Wendy is enjoying the view. Susan's pussy is revealed to her framed between the gap at the top of her legs and the little band of scrunched up lacy black material halfway down her thighs. Susan has trimmed her pubic hair down very close to her mound, Wendy is openly admiring what she sees. The hair is neatly shaved at both the top and sides to make a neat little patch. There is a thin darker line running up the middle of that shaded area that Wendy is looking at now. Susan watches as Wendy pulls aside the crotch of her black panties and catches just a glimpse of Wendy's own crotch. Neat short black hair on and above her mound in a neat triangle, her pussy lips full and pink, protruding from the middle in a pucker and then Wendy's hand obscures the view as she sinks her middle finger into that slit.

'Get on the bed and kneel on it facing me.' She says.

Susan moves to the bed and climbs on, she kneels to face the watching Wendy in her chair, her thighs out as wide as the panties will allow.

'Go on, touch yourself Susan, I'm going to watch you do it.' Breathes Wendy, obviously getting aroused now.

Encouraged Susan's hands slip to her crotch, a finger traces up that soft cleft, circles at the top and descends again, up and down the finger slowly goes. She watches as Wendy slips a second finger into herself, her eyes closing momentarily in pleasure at the feeling and then re-opening to continue to watch as Susan tease herself. Now they watch each other, the intensity building. Susan parts her cunt lips and circles her aching exposed clitoris, dives a finger into herself for lubrication and returns to circle the moistened tip slickly over her bud.

Wendy gets up from the chair and moves over to the bed, she climbs on hitches up her dress and pulls her knickers aside again. They are facing each other kneeling on the bed, barely a foot apart heads bent down watching each other as they play with themselves in a feedback loop of pleasure and arousal. Susan has never seen another woman playing with herself in the flesh, sure in pictures or dirty movies, but not up close and for real. There is the heady scent of aroused female in the room, they can almost feel the heat radiating off of each other. Faint wet sounds punctuate the soft music coming from the TV as fingers work away at soft wet openings. 

Susan watches what Wendy is doing to herself, sometimes she copies her motions and sometimes she shows Wendy how she does herself, her own private moves. Susan feels that Wendy is doing the same. Occasionally they look up into each others eyes briefly seeing the intensity there. They fall together and kiss, hands still moving down below. Susan's breathing is coming faster now when Wendy interrupts the kiss.

'Turn around.' Says Wendy, in a demanding tone.

Susan moves around on the bed, reluctantly stopping her play, but anxious to find out what is next, she now faces the headboard.

'Bend forwards.' 

She leans forward placing her hands on the top of the headboard for support, her thighs splayed, still restrained by the knickers halfway down them. A warm hand strokes her bottom, circles her bum cheeks, she gasps softly at the longed for touch. Wendy strokes Susan's bum, pushed towards her. She slips her fingers down between the cleft in those peach-like cheeks to reach forward and though to a soft wetness, rubbing the smooth mound, feeling the prickly stubble around the hot wet slit that she discovers, Susan moans in pleasure. 

Wendy runs a finger between the slim moist lips, slipping it up between them for a few strokes and then she pulls back and probing with her middle finger finds and then slips into the warm and wet tunnel that hides there in the center of those lips. Susan gasps as she feels the slim finger enter her cunt, hungry to be filled she pushes her hips back against it, pushing it further into her. Wendy feels that Susan is very wet and receptive, she pulls back withdrawing her finger and then adds another pushing them both back into the moist little cave, making Susan gasp loudly in pleasure at that familiar feeling of being entered.

'What a wet cunt you've got Susan.' Wendy tells her in a low guttural voice. 'I think that you should be spanked for being such a dirty slut and getting so wet down there over being with me, that's what I think.'

Susan hears but doesn't answer, merely gasps as she feels Wendy withdraw her fingers from her eager pussy. Wendy wipes her glistening fingers over Susan's bum. Suddenly Wendy slaps her arse with a short sharp smack that echoes in the little room. Susan gasps and Wendy spanks her again, Susan feels her backside glowing hotly already, a mixture of pain and pleasure rising through her from there. She had sometimes wanted her husband to spank her, but had always been kind of too embarrassed to have of asked him to do it to her.

'Ha! How do you like that you little bitch, I bet you love it, don't you?'

Wendy spanks again and again and as Susan wriggles and writhes she makes a mental note to make sure that she gets some of this back home. After every few slaps on her arse Wendy's hand strokes at her aching pussy and then whack! Another slap, a cycle of pleasure and pain. Then as the balance was just going a bit too far for Susan and her backside really began to sting, Wendy slips her fingers back inside her pussy which is now dripping wet with her juices. Wendy works her fingers in and out feeling the hot little cavern stretch to accommodate her entry at each stroke. 

She withdraws her fingers, they glisten in the dull light, she moves around to the other side of Susan's bent forward figure on the bed and pulls Susan's knickers off, Susan lifting her knees to let them by. Wendy roughly pushes her stance out wider and then rubs her left hand over the wet slit to lubricate her other fingers before slipping them in and beginning to steadily finger fuck Susan's pussy with three fingers now. As her hand delves in she rotates it in a corkscrew action. Susan, gasping and panting loudly now, abandoning herself to the pleasure. Suddenly she feels Wendy's other hand, wet with her own pussy juice pushed against her face, she opens her mouth and takes it in. At the threshold of her climax she sucks and licks those slender fingers clean of her own sex.

'Go on, taste your cunt while I fuck you.' Demands Wendy lustily. Susan sticks out her tongue and licks at Wendy's slick hand, the familiar taste of her own sex there.

'Go on, lick it all off, there's plenty more and you'd better get used to the taste of pussy right now, because I'm going to make fucking sure that you are going to be eating plenty of it tonight girl!'

That was it, Susan is over the edge, crying loudly and Wendy feels the hot purse of Susan's cunt pulse as the contractions of her orgasm run through it, squeezing her fingers.

Susan leans forward on her forearms, momentarily spent by the force of her orgasm, panting. Wendy withdraws her fingers carefully, knowing how sensitive Susan will be for a while down there. Susan rolls over onto her side to look up at Wendy and smiles.

'That was wonderful! Thank-you.' She says looking into her glittering dark eyes.

Wendy gives her a self-satisfied look.

'Told you that it would be fun, and we've only just started.'

Susan reaches out and pulls Wendy down to her so that they are lying in an embrace on the bed. They cuddle and kiss. Susan reaches around and strokes Wendy's pert bum up under her dress she then finds the zip at the top and pulls it down loosening the dress. Breaking from their kissing she says softly:

'I guess that it's your turn now.'

She pushes Wendy over onto her back and pulls the dress up and over her and then kneeling beside her on the bed she admires Wendy's slim figure for a moment. Wendy is almost skinny, her tummy is flat and her breasts are small and pert. Now that her dress is off she is wearing just a matching small black bra and panties set and a black garter belt holding up her stockings on those long slim legs, one outstretched, the other pulled up slightly so that her crotch is exposed.

Not sure quite what she is going to do Susan reaches out and begins to run her hand up Wendy's leg, feeling the smooth sheer material of the stocking. She comes to the gap at the top and feels the soft skin of Wendy's pale thigh exposed there. Wendy just lays there and looks at her. Susan's hand travels higher, over the band of the small panties and strokes her flat stomach and then she turns her fingers and moves back down. She slips them under the elastic of Wendy's little knickers, feels the springy short dark hair down there on the swell of her pubic mound, pushes further until her fingers slide over wetness and her palm cups Wendy's pussy. 

Susan looks down at her hand disappeared into Wendy's knickers. She curls up her middle finger and seeks the entrance between the fleshy soft lips, delving and entering easily. She feels a thrill as for the first time in her life she is touching another woman intimately, she never thought that it would be so exciting to be doing this. Susan works her finger in and out of the warm wet hole, pushing the palm of her hand against Wendy's mound to stimulate her clit. Wendy lays there and watches her at play.

'Take them off.' She tells her curtly.

Susan slips her hand out and hooking her fingers around the waist band tugs off Wendy's panties as she momentarily lifts her hips. Wendy draws up her long legs and then lets them fall apart exposing herself totally to Susan.

'Look at my pussy Susan.'

Susan looks down as she reaches out to run a finger up the middle of the pouting slit.

'Closer.' Wendy tells her.

Susan does as she is asked. Willing to be guided, she moves over between Wendy's thighs and leans forward, her eyes now fixed on her crotch.

'Touch me, play with me.' Wendy demands in a low voice, laced with lust.

With a feeling of fascination Susan reaches out, touches and begins to explore Wendy's pussy there for her, only inches from her face. Susan knows her own pussy, it is neat with slim labia that hardly protrude at all from her mound, her own clit is a tiny bud hidden beneath a small hood at the top of that slit. Now she sees another woman's sex there for her to investigate, to satisfy a curiosity secretly held to only herself.

Wendy's sex differs to her own, more womanly perhaps, Susan thinks, less girlish than her own as she makes a comparison. Wendy has slightly fuller labia, a little more fleshy and prominent than her own, sticking out in little ruffles and much more flared out at the top. The skin of them is darker at the crinkled edges, turning pink further in on those petals Susan sees, perhaps she has some Italian or foreign blood in her ancestry. Wendy also has a longer clitoral hood that stands proud of her slit and peeking out from the opening is a round pink bud like a tiny finger tip.

Susan puts a finger to those soft lips and strokes the fleshy folds, she slides her middle finger up between them and then sandwiches the two lips between her outer fingers and pinches and pulls at them, gently stretching them, playing with them. She licks her finger tip and puts it to Wendy's clitoral hood circling and rubbing over it and along beside it being careful not to actually touch the pink nub that sticks out. Wendy moans softly from above her in pleasure.

'Open me.' She says.

Susan complies with her request and pushes the lips of Wendy's cunt apart with two fingers of the same hand, the skin is soft and pliable, the lips stretch pink and smooth as she spreads them, she looks into the glistening opening.

'Wider......more.' Wendy tells her.

Susan places a thumb on either side and stretches the soft lips even wider, totally exposing the pink valley between them to her view, Wendy moans with pleasure at this. Now Susan can see everything about Wendy's sex, the puckered ring of the entrance to her vagina is pulled wide and gaping open, the ribbed inside showing in the hole, white juice is seeping from it to run down her bum crack.

'Put your fingers inside me and stretch me.' Urges Wendy.

Susan slides her two index fingers into Wendy and carefully prizes her love tunnel open stretching it as wide as she dares. Wendy has relaxed her cunt muscles and spreads easily to Susan's probing touch. 

'Go on, more.'

Susan slips in another finger of each hand and opens her up even more. She gazes into the interior, is drawn to it, moves closer and, as if on some irresistible instinct she pokes her tongue in between her fingers into the opening and for the first time in her life tastes the tart flavour of another woman's sex. She licks around inside for a short while finding that she is enjoying this new taste and then withdraws her tongue tip and moves it up to flick it over the hard bud of Wendy's clit, sticking out from the top of her stretched wide cunt. 

She circles and laps at it and Wendy moans loudly with pleasure reaching down to hold her head there, to run slim fingers through and tug at her hair.

After pleasuring Wendy's clit for a while she has an eager urge to taste the depths of her cunt again. She dives her tongue back into the opening between her fingers and then withdraws them allowing the tunnel to collapse in on her tongue still pushed deep inside, feeling the warm wet walls envelope her face. She pushes her tongue as deep as she can into Wendy's hole, pushes her face between those fleshy lips feeling them hot an moist and slippery on her cheeks as she swirls her tongue around inside. She is so deep that she can hardly breathe, she pulls out and encloses Wendy's clit in her mouth and sucks hard on it, like a tiny cock, her tongue laps at it. Wendy is writhing on the bed and moaning in pleasure, Susan knows that she is doing a good job on her. She sucks at Wendy's clit, licks at it with a fluttering tongue tip, sucks in her pussy lips and pulls at them doing everything that she can to make Wendy cum, doing everything that she had ever wanted/ thought of, and more to another woman's cunt.

'Fist me and lick my clit.' Wendy gasps throatily.

Susan draws her glistening face away from Wendy's swollen pussy that is dripping all over the bed cover and sits back on her haunches smiling down at her.

'Are you sure, I don't want to hurt you?'

'Just fucking do it! Make me cum like I just told you to.' Wendy snaps at her urgently. 

Well it is her turn and Susan wonders what it will feel like to have her whole hand up inside there, let alone what it will look like, and she so wants to make Wendy cum. First she slips a single finger back between those pouting lips, pushes it in and out, teasing her for being so sharp. Then two and then three are added, gradually moving in and out, stretching her cunt more and more, there is a wet sticky sound. 

Susan shapes her fingers into a point and slipping it between those pouting fleshy lips she pushes, easing in slowly, watching fascinated as her hand sinks into the hole between Wendy's legs. She keeps on pushing so that her fingers are now all inside, and then her thumb is in there as well, Wendy's hot cunt is wrapped around her inserted hand, the fleshy lips stretched tight around her wrist where her hand has disappeared, her fingers are up against the barrier of Wendy's cervix, so hot and wet in there. She culrs her fingers into a tight fist inside the moist little cavern. It is a really strange feeling to be having her whole hand inside another woman, but also very erotic. 

Wendy is lost in pleasure, her face twisted at the feeling from inside her full pussy, biting her lip in anticipation. Susan leans forward and licks with a feather touch at Wendy's erect clit, Wendy moans encouragement, talks dirty at her. She circles and laps faster with her tongue wanting to bring Wendy off.

'Turn your hand in there.' Wendy urges between pants.

Susan begins to slowly rotate her hand inside the velvet purse and when her knuckle's are up against the little rough area on the roof of her pussy, Wendy's G-spot, Wendy breathlessly tells her to keep it there and just move it around a little. Susan fascinated does so flickering faster and faster like a butterfly's wings with her tongue against the engorged clitoris poking up at her. It doesn't take much of this treatment from Susan for the inevitable to happen as Wendy, who pants with animal like passion as her orgasm rips through her, is suddenly bucking and twisting totally lost to it. Susan is amazed at the feeling of her hand being squeezed by the convulsions of Wendy's cunt.




The Business Trip



As Wendy subsides, Susan slips her hand out of her and sits looking down at Wendy feeling pleased and relieved that she has been able to please her, it was what she had been the most anxious about.

Recovering Wendy sits up and smiling reaches out and strokes Susan's face. 

'That was wonderful Susan, are you sure that this is your first time and you're not a regular lesbian fist fucker?' She teases.

'No of course not! I've never done anything like that before in my whole life, but I'm glad it was good for you.' Susan says.

'Told you, sex with women is something else, a hard cock is great, but this is so good too. Kind of more intimate I suppose, like a secret shared.' Says Wendy as she rises and gracefully walks over to refill their glasses.

Returning to the bed they pull the cover around them to keep warm as they sit next to each other up against the headboard, their heads resting together. Wendy has pretty soon finished her drink and putting it aside closes in on Susan taking her half finished one away from her.

'Ready to go again?' She says, embracing her.

They slide down the bed cuddling and kissing each other, kicking back the cover. Wendy releases her bra and frees her small breasts. She cups one and guides the pointed nipple into Susan's mouth. Susan sucks it in, licks around it, pulls and nips it lightly with her teeth, she can take the whole tit into her mouth. Wendy reaches down and finds Susan's cunt to finger her and Susan happily opens her legs to let her. Wendy moves around and tugs down the cup of Susan's basque and takes in her nipple to suck on it at the same time, nipping sharply now and then and pulling it with her teeth. 

Then Wendy moves away and slides down the bed, crosses Susan's leg and positions herself between Susan's thighs pushing them wide apart. She gazes at Susan's little slit for a moment and then rubs at her clitty with her thumb. She slides in a finger from her other hand, twists it around and curls the tip up to stroke at her G-spot while thumbing her clitoris. Susan closes her eyes and arches her back moaning with joy. Wendy works at her like this for while building her pleasure then she takes her hands away and pushes at Susan's legs. Susan looks at her puzzled for a moment what she wants her to do.

'Roll back on your shoulders.' Wendy tells her, seeing her puzzled look.

Susan takes her legs over backwards and Wendy helps sitting in behind her back. Now Susan is curled over into 'C' shape her bum up in the air and her knees coming down by her head on the bed. Wendy leans over her looking down over her crotch, she spreads Susan open and inserts a finger and then two, pushes them in and out and then withdraws them and circles them over her clit, Susan smiles up at her from below. 

Then Wendy spreads Susan's pussy wide with her thumb and finger and bending forward cups her breast with her other hand and guides her stiff nipple into Susan's cunt hole. Susan gasps as she feels it in her. Wendy pushes her nipple in, tries to cram as much of her tit into the warm wet hole as she can. She rubs her breast back and forth all over Susan's pussy, teases her clitty with a glistening nipple. After a while she says.

'Well I wish that my tits were bigger, then I could suck it after putting it in there. But never mind, I think that I can get a taste another way!'

With that Wendy leans forward and never losing eye contact with Susan begins to lick her. Wendy's hot darting tongue feels wonderful to Susan on her pussy, but the experience is electrified by happening so clearly for her to see only inches from her own face while Wendy looks lustily in her eyes as she laps at her. Susan begins to breathe hard, her orgasm building again. Wendy stops before she can get there though and pulls her back down to a laying position on the bed.

'I want you to lick me again.' She tells her, and Susan just nods.

Wendy straddles Susan laid back on the bed. Susan feels her crotch rubbing up against the material of her corset as she moves up her body getting closer and closer to her face and her eagerly awaiting mouth. Susan frees her left breast and Wendy smiles down understanding. She shifts a little and rubs her wet swollen pussy all over Susan's nipple leaving a smear of her juice glistening around the mound as she rides it.

'That's nice.' Says Susan.

'Ready to taste me yet?' Asks Wendy. 

'Yes.' Answers Susan.

Wendy shifts up and lowers her soaking slit to Susan's eager mouth. Susan laps and sucks on those fleshy lips determined to savour every second of this experience incase it never comes again. Wendy is building towards an orgasm again. She pulls away and turns around and falls forward between Susan's opened thighs, pushing her dark hair back as they get into a 69. Susan feels her cunt gently pried open and a soft hot tongue flicker all over her clit, dive into her hole and lap all up and down her slit. A woman could get to like this a little bit too much she thinks in the back of her mind! 

Although distracted she tries to concentrate on Wendy's pussy, licking and sucking on its fleshy lips, delving into its depths and savouring its womanly flavour. Her fingers probe and spread as Wendy does the same to her. Susan's pulse hammers in her head, they intimately sense each others progress and with impeccable timing manage to come together in a crescendo of moans.

Later they sleep in each others arms and wake early. Wendy jumps out of bed and disappears into the shower. Susan lays there as she hears the shower splash and runs images of the previous night through her mind, even now wondering if it was all a dream, but what a wonderful one! Wendy emerges from the shower drying off her slim body with a towel.

'Hi.' Susan says.

Wendy nods at her.

'You can use my shower if you want, or go back to your own room, it's up to you.'

'Oh, do you want me to go?' Says Susan, a tinge of disappointment in her voice.

'Well, I do aim to get off early today, things to do, so you know?' Susan looks down.

'Ha! Don't go all gooey on me just because we had a hot time last night, it didn't mean anything – Jesus, don't say I've converted you?'

Susan climbs out of the bed and begins to collect her clothes to put them on.

'No, it's not that, it's just that your so blunt is all, it always surprises me.'

'I know, it's just the way I am, and it's a good job I'm like that, otherwise last night never would have happened now would it?'

'I guess that is so.' Says Susan, smiling at the memory rekindled again and now and pulling on her dress.

Wendy walks over to her, the towel wrapped around her slim body. She pulls Susan to her and kisses her sweetly on the lips looking into her eyes and actually smiling warmly at her.

'Look, I had a great time myself last night, you were real good, especially for your first time, a natural, but take my advice – just treat it as icing on the cake, it'll happen again if you keep your eyes open or go look for it.' She says, still holding her close.

Susan smiles, feeling much better.

'Look, I may be back this way some time and if not, well you've got my number, so any time you are down my way, or maybe feel the need to visit, just give me a call and I'll introduce you to a whole load of other stuff that we can do together.'

'Really?' Says Susan, looking into her eyes.

'Yeah, of course, why the hell not? It's far too much fun to pass up on now isn't it? She says with a wink.

Susan laughs, thinking, 'it sure was!' 



The Business Trip



During a business trip to Vancouver, I had returned to the Shaughnessy late one night. It had been a particularly long and frustrating day. It was bitter cold that night, during a record-breaking winter for snowfall. I needed a hot shower and a drink. Entering the lobby, I glanced at the posted hours for the lounge and snuck a quick peek inside. It was pleasantly empty except for an older couple seated at a corner table.  The soft lights and music were pleasantly inviting and with anticipation, I spun in my heels and proceeded to the elevators. Once inside and having pressed the button for the 10th floor, I leaned back resting my head and shoulders against the wall and watched as it climbed the floors.  When the elevator stopped, I stepped forward; ready to exit when the doors drew open with a shock. I was greeted face to face with a gentleman. I felt heat rise in my cheeks. "Oh, pardon me." I said with a soft laugh, stepping to the side and then out. "No problem." He replied as I continued down the hall. 

Reaching the room, I dug through my purse and removed the key card, slid it through the slit and pushed the door forward. Entering the studio, the glow of city lights dimly lit the room. The view of the ocean was beautiful with the moon's reflection shimmering on its surface. I kicked off my heels and stood, gazing out the window in awe of it for a few moments before drawing the curtains and flipping on the lights. I slipped out of my coat and tossed it across the bed and immediately prepared my shower, stripping out of my clothing as a steamy mist fogged the room. I twisted my hair into a loose knot and secured it, then stepped into the hot stream standing with the massage beating on my back and shoulders for some time, thoroughly enjoying the relaxation. Once showered, I left my hair in the knot with a few damp tresses hanging loosely at the sides. I pulled on a sweater and a favorite knee length skirt, and then headed down to the lounge. 

I approached the bar and slid up onto the leather stool when greeted by the bartender. "What can I get for you this evening?" 

"I'd like a white zin, please." Returning a smile as he poured the glass and slid it to me. "Thank you."

He nodded in acknowledgement, "You're welcome, Miss. Please let me know if there is anything else I can get for you." He smiled and returned to a book at the other end of the bar.

I lifted the glass and took a small sip, the taste lingering on my tongue as I swirled the sweet nectar gently in the glass, gazing in admiration of it's color. Thinking to myself this was exactly what I needed. The day's stress began to melt away as I leaned back against the stool. 

"Hello." A voice speaks from behind. I turn to see the gentleman I had met in the elevator standing above me. "May I?" He gestures to the seat beside me.

"Yes, of course." Slightly bothered by the invasion, but polite in my response.

"I couldn't help but notice when you walked in. I was sitting in the back corner alone and thought I would take a chance for pleasant conversation. I travel a lot and rarely have the opportunity for such occasions."

"You too, eh?" I laughed softly and took another sip.

"My name is Jack. And you are...?" His dark eyes smiled into mine as he extended his hand.

"It's nice to meet you, Jack. My name is Cheyenne." Lying to him seemed the most appropriate thing to do, having met him in the lounge of the hotel where I temporarily resided. I extended my hand, placing it in his. He slowly raised and kissed it. His touch lingered, stroking it gently with his thumb and released it with the slightest motion of a bow. 

"Forgive me. You have truly amazing hands, Cheyenne." 

"Thank you." I replied, feeling a familiar heat rise in my cheeks.

I couldn't help but notice how attractive he was. His dark, piercing eyes fixed on mine as he spoke. A warm, inviting smile on his lips as we discussed our recent travel adventures. The airport had been crazy with all the weather problems and heightened security. We shared a few drinks and laughed about the rude and stupid things people do under stress and I began to crave the feel of his hands touching me. I watched as his eyes traced the lines of my body, settling most intensely on my legs and breasts. A fervent expression glowed about him as he lifted his eyes to mine. He brushed a strand of my hair away from my face and stroked my cheek with the back of his hand.

"Cheyenne, I won't insult your intelligence by pretending I don't want you." His hand slid slowly down my cheek, shoulder and breast, slightly grazing the nipple as it continued a trail to my thigh, gentling stroking the soft inner flesh as he turned me in the stool to face him. He slowly slid my skirt up my thighs to expose more of my legs and gently spread them apart. His fingertips stroked at my inner thighs. He leaned forward, pressing his lips and hot breath against my ear as his finger slid inside my panties, spreading the wetness around my clit, stroking and pinching it and a frisson of surprise surged through me. I looked up just as the bartender disappeared into the back, then Jack took me by the hand and led me into the billiard. He flipped a switch turning out the light and the soft glow from the lounge, dimly shined through the room. 

He lifted me up and sat me down on the edge of a pool table, removed my panties and continued exploring and toying with me. I reached out to feel his hardness and in a quick, sudden motion he yanked me down and spun me around, pressing my body hard against the table. My upper body fell over it, breasts lying against the felt as he pushed my skirt up around my waist. With a sudden kick to my foot, I was forced to spread my legs for balance and he thrust himself deep inside of me. I gasped loudly in surprise. He grabbed my hair, pulling it loose from it's knot and jerked me back hard against him, my tightness forcefully enveloping his shaft. He didn't move, but gave my body a few moments to adjust and accept his presence then slowly he began to slide in and out of me. He slid his hands into my sweater, up my sides and under me, cupping my breasts and squeezing them as he rode me. 

I bucked wildly against him with his cock slamming against my deepest wall and still he had several inches to spare. I could feel the head of his cock probing at my cervix, drilling into it, spreading the tiny hole to accept him. My legs trembled beneath me as it flowered open and the head of his cock popped inside of it, the entrance closing tightly around his knob. He slid further and deeper inside of me, holding me to him as my body adjusted again. He slid his hand between my legs and rolled my clit between his fingers, gently tugging and pulling on it until I began to grind against him again. He placed his hands on my hips and with one last hardened thrust; he pushed the remaining length of his cock inside of me. He returned his hand to my clit and continued to stimulate me. The pleasure and pain were beyond imaginable and I was thankful to be lying over the table, my body had no control as I repeatedly gushed with orgasms.

When I finally lied limp on the table, he pulled his cock out of me and jacked off with his head slapping against my ass until he shot a forceful load of cum all over me. With the mysterious appearance of a towel, he wiped me off and pulled me to my feet, slowly turning me around and setting me back on it's edge. I was weak and melting against his chest when I began to regain my senses and see around me. He lifted my chin and gazed amorously down at me, his dark eyes glistening into mine. He leaned down and kissed me on the forehead and patted me on the ass. "Come on Baby, it's time to go home."

The bartender sat in a nearby chair in the billiard. He laughed and shook his head then waved to us. "Good night Mr. & Mrs. Doe."

"Good night, Joe." I strained under my breath as we walked arm in arm out the door.

© 2007 Ashyra



The Business Trip



You are out of town on business, staying at a nice hotel close to the satellite office you are working at this week. It is Tuesday and you have been here since late Sunday evening. Although it is a large city, you are only on the suburbs off the outer ring bypass of the interstate system. You have thought about going downtown, but by the time you finished your business day and got back to the room, it is starting to get dark and being a female in a strange city downtown after dark is not a good idea. You decide you will just go to the chain restaurant that is adjacent to the hotel for your meal.

You have a nice meal. You are still in your "corporate" clothing of a conservative dress suit. The skirt is not too short or too long, and tailored to highlight your best assets. Your makeup for the day is still good and the conservative sling-back heels you are wearing complement the suit and show your shapely calves to the best angle, even though you would feel more comfortable in a set of sandals or house shoes. Unfortunately, in your corporate world, there is an unwritten taboo about wearing those, especially on a trip to another office besides you home office. 

The young man who is your server is just a kid and probably would have to work several hours with tips to pay for the meal you just had on the company dime. It makes you feel a little older seeing how young he is, but you catch him trying to peek down at the little touch of cleavage you show. It is nothing flashy or yells "look at me" but it does give an indication of what is underneath, held in place by the Victoria's Secret bra that you have to wear under the blouse. It is the same shade and color as the blouse, and you are aware that it still is evident as a slightly lighter image under the think silk blouse. 

Being dressed that way is de rigueur and you are definitely in the corporate mold there. And, it helps sometimes as some of the men you do business with cannot help but be distracted by the hint of cleavage the hint of the lacy, but still conservative white bra, and the little way the skirt manages to slip just above your knee when you are sitting. In your world, every little advantage helps.

Of course, being an attractive woman in business dress in a chain restaurant next to a hotel that caters to business people, you fit in with the crowd and you realize you are attracting a little attention from some of the male business travelers. But you realize that all they want is one thing. And they cannot have that. You smile when they smile but give them that "don't bother look" when you see that they are considering whether to send you a drink or come to your table. 

You will be here through Friday night and you recognize some of them as having ridden in the hotel shuttle from the airport, and you will most likely ride to the airport with them on Friday afternoon. All you need right now is to have some hormonally charged middle-aged businessman trying to get inside your panties. There is a good chance you will see them or those like them the next few times you have to make the trip down here. Although it is a big city, this is still a small community of business people who reside at least occasionally in this narrow strip of corporate growth between the city's beltway and the generic super mall next door that could be dropped into any suburban area of any city with more than four zip codes and nobody would know the difference. 

And the same could be said of any of those men too. Like the malls and the corporate park and even the hotel and restaurant you ate in, they are all as interchangeable as the fleet of rental cars parked in the hotel parking lot. The equipment and the accessories vary a little, but they are still just part of one big fleet.

You know this having spent at least 4 or 5 days each month for the last three months down here on "business that needs your special attention." You think to yourself "Oh please, it is just because your manager doesn't want to deal with staying a few days in another city, eating at a chain restaurant and dealing the incompetent people the company has employed locally for the meager wages they are being paid. Instead, he sends you.

You pay your tab with your own card and place the receipt in your conservative business purse for the inevitable expense and trip report that you will have to fill out once you get back to your office. You leave the restaurant through the common door it shares with the hotel so you don't even have to venture out into the heat of the summer. The weather down here is a little warmer and a little more humid than you are used to and the suit jacket that fits over your plain, but tasteful white silk blouse does seem just a tab warm for the weather, but spending most of the day in an air conditioned office in meetings, it is almost a necessity.

You smile back at the young man behind the front desk. Just as you are in your corporate dress, so is he. And he is behind the desk so you cannot check him out, although you can feel him trying to check out your legs and your body under the tailored suit. It does make you feel a little better that even as you grow older, the younger guys still check you out rather than just dismissing you, even though you are now old enough to be their mother.

You take the elevator to your third floor room and pull out the little card that will let you access the door. The floor plan, furnishings and such are identical in most of the rooms, only the cheap paintings and the mirrored floor plan of every other room being the making differences. And of course the view is just slightly different. One side of the hotel you have a perfect view of the beltway. On this side, of course, you get to see the mall and its huge anchor chain store, just like your cubicle back in the home office. In fact, you cannot even remember if you have actually stayed in this room before. It looks familiar, but then so do all of them.

You wonder if you actually remember to pack a swimsuit. Maybe you can go to the pool in a little while. Anything you can do to break the monotony of spending another night in a hotel watching junk on the small cheap TV that the hotel chain must be in lots of thousands.

As you walk in and turn to close the door, you flip closed the little security bar that allows the door to be opened four inches and you lock the deadbolt. The room is still somewhat darkened and the maid obviously didn't open the drapes as they are taught to do, but you had left them closed. Just the hint of light from the security lights for the parking lot outside seeping past the edge of the curtains provides any illumination at all.

You flip on the light switch and nothing happens. The overhead light should have come on, and possibly the bathroom. Before you can even react or wonder for a moment even about it, you are pushed from behind up against the wall.

A hand slips across your mouth stopping you from crying out and another hand yanks off your glasses. Another hand covers your eyes. Two more sets of hands each grab and control your arms. You at once realize that there are at least three assailants. Then another set of stout hands grabs and secures your ankles. You cannot move because each of these people seems to be stronger than you are. Attempting to struggle a little you quickly realize the futility of it all.

Ironically, the silly voice in your head tells you that the guy at your ankles is probably looking up 

A male voice behind you whispers in very precise, but in a somewhat strange and unfamiliar accent "Don't struggle, it is useless. Cooperate and you will be released with we are through with you."

You quit struggling and he whispers "Smart lady. Now close your eyes." 

You pause for a second and then hear the ominous tone in his voice as he says "Do it now bitch." You instantly close your eyes and he says "And keep them that way if you know what is good for you."

You keep them closed as a blindfold is placed over your eyes. You can tell that they look like a set of wrap-around glasses and a small strap on the back is placed around your head and pulled tight. The strap is then hidden under your hair. You realize it makes you look like you are wearing sunglasses rather than being blindfolded. And you cannot see anything while wearing it.

The hands are all still clamped on you and you hear the man say once more "We just want to have a little fun. And you are the chosen one. What is going to happen will happen, the difference is what shape you will be in when we are through. If you relax and do what you are told, you might even enjoy it. Not that we care really, because we will have our fun."

He gives you a second to process this then says "I will move my hand from your mouth. If you yell or scream, well, let us just say that would be a very, very, very bad thing for you to do. We would not be happy. In fact, we would be upset because we would not get to have our fun, and that would not be fun for you."

You understand him completely and then he says "I will move my hand now, but you are not to say a word unless you are addressed. You will keep your mouth shut and listen and obey. Do you understand?"

You try to shake your head yes and you can hear the smile in his voice as he says "Good. I think we got a good one guys."

The hand is removed from your mouth and then he says "The guys will let go of you now. But don't try anything stupid. The door is locked and you even set the security lock on. The windows are shatter resistant glass and all that is under the window is asphalt. There is no place for you to go. And in those shoes, we can easily outrun you, understand slut?"

A little afraid, you say a weak "yes" and he says "Good, let her go guys."

All the hands release you and you hear the movement as the step back but none of them are far away. He takes your upper arm and leads you toward the room. And it hits you at that point. You have suspected it all along, but being there in the room with the King sized bed, it hits you. The fun they are going to have is with you. 

You are scared. You figure you are probably standing in front of the TV and facing the bed. The man then tells you that once everyone is set, the show will begin and "you do not want to disappoint us cunt."

You hear movement as a group of men position themselves on the bed, in the chairs. You know that there are at least four men, but it sounds like more. But you cannot tell. 

From a few feet away, and directly in front of you, the voice says "I hope you don't mind, but we will be taking pictures. Of course, even if you do mind, we will. You really have no choice, but we thought we would let you agree anyway, just for the record. We would like it much better if you agreed to everything." And of course, the emphasis was heavily on the word everything. 

You managed to nod and whisper a very faint "OK".

He says "Very Good. Now the show can start. Guys, show of hands if you are ready." After a second or two he says "Good". Then he calls you by your full name and says, "That is you, correct. At least that is what your driver's license says. Nice picture by the way. But our pictures I think we will like much better."

You realize that he has been in your purse and has your license. He now has your home information and credit cards, and everything else. And then you hear the camera snap a picture. It is a digital one with the electronic sound of a shutter flashing to signal a photo has been taken. 

He seems to think he needs to add the following information to you. "You do realize that you will be getting screwed tonight. And you will be getting fucked a lot. Each man in this room will get at least two chances to come in you. How and when they choose is up to them. You have not choice. You are just the slut here. Since this will be recorded, both on a regular camera and video, you will smile through the whole event and look like you are having fun and enjoying it. The more you cooperate, the sooner we will be done and the quicker we will get out of here. Understood bitch?"

You say yes and he says "Ok. Take off the glasses." You do and although you cannot see very well without your own glasses on. But there has to be at least a dozen guys in the room. And the full impact comes back to you. Each one of them will get the chance to screw you twice. Figuring some will come back for more, you will be raped around thirty or so times. And with some apprehension, you are fully cognizant of the fact that not all of those thirty times will be in your pussy. 

The men are all wearing masks, so you can only see their eyes. And each one of them is naked with a huge erection. They are mostly about average size although there are three guys that have absolutely huge cocks. You estimate the gamut runs anywhere from six inched to 12 inches. The biggest guy looks like he has a couple of soda cans stacked together. The smallest cock is not very big around, but it is quite long. You feel a little scared when you realize that the big guys could choose to rape your tight little ass with it and you can do nothing to stop it.

And they seem like they represent the United Nations. You are not sure of all the races or nationalities involved, but all the major races seem to be represented. And it is official. You are about to be a world class fuck. Or it will at least be a world wide one.

"Remove your jacket slowly please."

You realize that the first part of the show will be you stripping in front of them. You can almost feel all the eyes checking you out as you begin to slowly take the jacket off. You toss it to the side, trying to smile the whole time.

"Now the blouse, one button at a time. Slowly"

You begin to unbutton the blouse and hear the camera snap as each button is undone. Once all the buttons are open, you pull it out of the waistband of the skirt and open it up. The camera continues to take pictures. You remove the blouse completely and toss it away.

Next you are told to remove the skirt. When it is done, you are standing there wearing only the shoes, your thigh-high hose, your bra and your panties. 

Of course the sound of the camera is constant and will be through the evening. You soon learn to ignore it and for the most part you try not to think about what the images the camera is catching. You also realize that there are at least three video cameras capturing it all.

The voice says "Guys, thumbs up or thumbs down. Leave the hose on." 

A second or two passes. "Okay, the hose" 

Another second or two passes. "Ok, the hose and shoes stay on for now. I like it myself. I always find a naked woman in stockings and heels sexy, especially if that is all she is wearing."

And then, "Speaking of hose and shoes being all a woman is wearing, I think it is time for that bra to come off whore. Let us see those tits, but since that is a front hook bra, unhook it first and then show us one tit at a time."

You unhook the bra, and then in turn, show each of your tits by itself to the men. And of course, you show them to the cameras. Then you drop the bra. Now the only thing standing between the men and your modesty is the small nylon panties you are wearing. 

You involuntarily cover your breasts with your hands and the voice says "Don't cover them up" and as you start to move them he says "Actually hold them in your hands like you are presenting them to us."

You reach under the bottom and cup them with your hands and lift them up and he says "Very Good, just like that." A few seconds and several camera clicks later he says "Now turn around." You do and he says now slowly bend over and slide your panties off real slow. Listen for me." 

You bend from the waist and start to slide them down. About ever two or three inches, he has you stop and the cameras (because you now realize there is more than one) record it all. Once the panties are around your ankles he says stop."

You stop and he says "Carefully turn around again. Don't lose the panties yet."

You stand up and turn around facing them again. With the exception of the hose, the shoes, and the panties around your ankles, you are totally nude in front of all of them.

"Reach back and feel the dresser behind you." You do and then he says sit on it." You sit on it and he says "Slowly slide back a little." You do and then he says "Stop."

"Pick your legs up together and set the heels on the edge of the dresser." You do so and he then says "Now find the panties and slide it off your left foot."

You manage to find it and take it completely off of your left leg and foot completely. For the next set of orders, as he gives a direction, you follow it, feeling completely exposed and vulnerable. You have already realized that you will be team fucked and you are not sure how many guys will be doing it. Right now you are just posing for the cameras and the guys in the room, building up their lust. And soon, you will be used to sate that lust.

"Lean back carefully against the mirror behind you. Now spread extend your right leg to the side and let the panties hang there for a moment."

Next he tells you to pull the panties completely off and then sit on the edge of the dresser with your pussy open wide. You do so, feeling the eyes burning into the part of you that each one of them will soon be sticking their dicks into.

Next he says "Time to get down to business. Come to the bed." You get up and walk shakily over to the bed. He reaches up away from the eyes of the camera and pokes up the sides of his mouth, a signal for you to smile. You do so and as you stand at the end of the bed waiting for more instructions, a man steps behind you and pushes you down from behind. You fall to the bed and he lifts you up a little and shoves the head of his cock into your pussy from behind. The cameramen shift enough that the catch the head slipping into you and then he slowly shoves his way into you. 

Meanwhile, the push forces you down to where your face is in the leader's lap and he grabs your hair and tilts your head back slightly and shoves his dick in between your lips. He does allow you to wrap a hand around his cock to limit the actual distance it goes inside your mouth. But he does start to fuck your mouth.

Meanwhile, the guy in your cunt starts to pump in you a few strokes. Then you feel a couple of the guys each grab an ankle and spread your legs apart. Then as if on cue, they start to turn you to the side, the guy with his prick in your mouth turns keeping himself between your lips. The guy in your pussy clamps onto your hips and buries himself in you and all of you turn to the side. 

You feel a finger at your asshole and it invades your rear hole, generously covering the outer areas and then actually muscle itself with lubricant. It pulls out and a cock is viciously and quickly shoved into your ass even before you are really ready. You give a little yelp of pain, but he doesn't seem to notice it, or doesn't care. All three men start to jam into you as hard and quick as possible Within a few seconds of being shoved onto the bed, all three of the places a cock can enter your body has one in it. You are being totally fucked right now.

The man in your mouth whispers to you that since your ass is not as used to getting fucked, they chose the smaller one to fuck it first. But before it is over tonight, the buy with the big dick will be fucking it hard. And that the final set will be the three largest dicks in your body at one time, the largest in your ass, the second in your cunt and the third in your mouth. But not to worry, he will make sure it does not hurt you. 

A number of hands are also running over you, playing with you while you are being fucked. Fingers are slipping in and out of your pussy. A couple even invade your ass to stretch you even more as the dick in there pounds you. Even your face and head are being felt up. Nothing is left that has not been felt, touch prodded poked or pinched. These men are making sure you are completely and totally used, abused and misused. And inside you are loving it. It is such a turn-on to be used this way and you cannot feel bad about it. They are raping you and you are totally loving it.




The Business Trip



The men are all business and in spite of yourself, you find yourself coming, not knowing which of the dicks in you is exciting you more. You lose track of time as you cease being a living breathing human adult female and just become a set of holes for the guys to use. And you lose any track of being anything but a set of holes to be used repeatedly. 

The dicks slowly come and go. As soon as one finished filling a certain orifice with his sperm, another cock takes its place. They do allow you to spit out as much come as you can between the dicks utilizing your mouth, but they keep coming. Occasionally, and then with more frequency, you begin to taste another taste and you realize, it is your own juices. And then there is a much "cleaner" taste. 

The voice sees your confusion and bends low to whisper that several of the men have been in your pussy so you are tasting yourself. But he does require them to clean themselves up after fucking you in the ass. But each man has the opportunity to fuck you in all three places and so far, they all seem to be choosing that option.

Over time, you feel one of the larger cocks enter you pussy and it seems to stretch you a little, but after all the fucking done to you so far, it is not too bad. You pussy has been stretched and poked so much you just barely notice the larger cocks in your cunt. They just come in, pound your pussy for a while, shoot their load and pull out. You can tell the difference though when a smaller one replaces it. But none of them seem to notice or mind too much. They too just pound and then shoot.

And you do notice that sometimes one of the monster cocks gets shoved in your face. You have to open your mouth wider and they are definitely two hand dicks. You have to wrap both hands on their cocks or a couple of them might actually try to go down your throat. But for all their size, they don't shoot any more come into your mouth than the rest. Your blasé' attitude about it all surprises you for few seconds and then its back to fucking as before.

Before too long you start observing another change. Instead of shooting their loads in you, they are pulling out and shooting their come either on your back, your stomach and chest or on your face. Soon parts of your body are coated in their come. Of course, your pussy and your ass are numb now and so is your jaw. You try to move your pelvic muscles and can't feel them. The same thing applies to your ass. You feel your jaw and it is numb. Suddenly the hands massaging and poking you make sense. They were deadening you up. You just get some satisfaction knowing that there should be a few numbed cocks in the room too. 

After a while, even something as sexually charged as a gang-fuck gets a little old and you reach the point where you really don't want another cock in any of your holes and you damned sure don't want any of those guys coming on you any more. The voice tells you it is almost over. 

The numbing effect on your ass is still not enough to counter the fact that a huge cock is not pushing into your ass. With all the fucking it got prior to this, you would expect to be able to take it but it still hurts just a little when that monster dong opens up your asshole and then the full foot of cock, as big around as a coke can is shoved unceremoniously up your ass. Now you had stretched enough when he fucked your pussy and even when it went into your mouth, but now that it was in your ass, it filled you up. 

Then a cock almost as large entered your pussy in one thrust. They don't even wait to try to insert themselves slowly now, they just stick it in you and go for it. The drawback now is that having both of those monster cocks in you is that when both of them are in you fully, it makes you feel like you either need to go to the bathroom badly or you need to give birth. And for some strange sadistic reason, they are trying to coordinate their thrusts to both be pulling out of you at the same time then both jamming into you at the same time as had and deep as they can go. 

And then the last of the big dicks is shoved between your lips and he seems to be working on the same rhythm. You have two hands wrapped around it and he shoves in hard at the same time. And even though you are worn out and a little sore, having three of the biggest cocks you have even felt in you at once, you start to come. And as they all three continued to use you, giving themselves one last massive fuck, you feel their climax building and your body gives you one more massive one of your own. The big guy in your ass finishes first, then the guy in your mouth. The big guy in your pussy lasts a little longer, and then he unloads his deposit inside you. 

Of course, they all wait until they had completely deposited their full shot of sperm before the pull out. And they whip their rods out as unceremoniously as they went in. You lay there, barely able to move, just resting on the bed. You start to look around and realize only the voice and the cameramen are left there. 

You look at the voice and say "Well did they get a turn too?"

He laughs and says, "Yeah," and points to one of the cameramen "Larry there got you about two or three times in each hole. He really got his payment for this evening. The rest got there share of you too."

You then ask "And you?"

Once more he says "Don't I always get my share of you too? That is part of the deal. I have to sample the talent. Call it quality control."

"And the quality?"

"Excellent, just like it always is."

You rise up remembering all the different types of guys there and say "And what is with the United Nations theme?"

He just laughs and says "Each paid quite a bit for the experience. Well, except for the big guys. But eventually we will bet their part when they all get their NFL contracts. I have their IOU."

"One of them looked young."

"Each was eighteen or older."

The cameramen were packing up to leave. The voice was dressed and said "Night sweetheart, Lay there and get some rest."

You answer with "I have to. It's not like I can move too well right now."

They all head to the door and he turns around and says "BTW, this video is for a resort somewhere in Malaysia or Thailand or somewhere in that part of the world. I was never very good at geography. You are a big star there. Maybe we should make an 'appearance' sometime."

He tosses you the other key to your room and then said "Your payment should be in the bank in the morning. And the rest should be in there in a few days when I send the video out. And you will be back in three weeks right?"

"Yes." you answer.

"Good, see you then." and he leaves. 

As you manage to waddle to the desk and fire up your laptop you think about all that happened tonight. It is always a surprise when it happens and what will happen. Tonight was a good one. You enjoyed pretending to be raped. Just like the seven or eight times before when you came here on trips. 

You take note of the amount of the deposit and feel a little ashamed of what you are doing. But the shame is quickly set aside as you decide what to do with the payment. Should you buy the red Mercedes or the blue one? The blue one goes better with the condo in the Bahamas. And after all, a girl has to make a living. And you are a business woman. And business is very, very good.



The Business Trip



"I can't believe I let you talk me into this." Eileen was starting to sweat seriously now. It had been chilly in New York, even colder on the plane. Her little white ribbed turtleneck had been just right. But now, in the middle of the Arizona desert, she was dying.

"I thought it was your idea," Tom countered. Actually, it had been the two of them. They had found the place, mysteriously, on the hotel list for Phoenix. No singles, it had said, and she had given him a long, appraising stare. And then he had told her, and she had giggled, and here they were.

"You were the one who noticed it," she countered. The air conditioner in the little sub compact they had rented (they needed to save every penny this trip) was running at full blast, but it wasn't doing much good. She opened a window, briefly, only to be rewarded with a scalding blast of sand.

"Don't do that," he muttered.

"Don't do what?" She was squirming to get the turtleneck off. It was glued to her body by the sweat and heat.

"Don't open the window." 

He hadn't even noticed. His eyes were fixed, it seemed, determinedly on the road ahead. Not that there was anything much to see. Brown, flat desert, punctuated by scattered clumps of scraggly green. Tumbleweed? "We're fucking lost." It wasn't a question, the way she said it, just a statement of fact. 

Just at the moment the GPS broke its silence. 

"We are not," he paused for emphasis, "fucking," he lingered over the word, relishing it, "lost." 

The car slowed, slightly, and veered left onto a crossroad. They were heading directly into the sun now. She hadn't ever comprehended what hot really could be. Peasant under glass -- she remembered that old joke, but it wasn't funny now. The car was hotter than any oven.

"I thought you said this place was going to be close to the convention," she whined.

"Half an hour."

"We've been on the road for more than half an hour."

"From the airport," he sighed. "The convention is on the other side of town."

"I hope you're right." Even on her lap, the sweater was too hot. She squirmed around to toss it into the back seat. It was already full of luggage; the tiny trunk had barely held one of their suitcases. That move should have attracted some attention, but his eyes were still fixed on the road. Gay, he'd told her, and she had only half believed him. Actually, she'd been hoping he was just stringing her along. But now she was beginning to think it might really be true. Too bad. Tom was really buffed up, big chest, big shoulders, biceps that strained his short sleeved shirt. Wasn't it true gay men took more pride in their bodies? Little peacocks, strutting around showing off their pecs and abs. 

She'd gone down into the Village with Rick a couple of times, and she'd been drooling -- and the guys she'd been drooling over had been eyeing her husband. Unsettling. Of course, there had been the ladies -- spiked hair, tattoos, piercings any place you could see and most likely lots of places you couldn't. She'd seen them on the beach, when they went out past the wildlife refuge, where everyone was naked, she'd seen them kissing, she'd seen, once, a lot more, going on back behind them, in the taller grass. Rick had decided to go off for one of his little runs, and she'd gotten bored, and wandered back, shyly, embarrassed, desperate to see more. She'd come around a bush, and there they had been, a man sitting looking as if nothing were going on, a woman, his wife perhaps, beside him with her legs pulled up, and another woman's head buried in her groin. The sitting woman had smiled calmly in greeting, perhaps in invitation, and she had fled. 

Just as well. Rick had jogged into sight at that very moment, cock jiggling comically, that little rim of fat just above that no amount of running could seem to keep from expanding jiggling also, and they had run laughing into the ocean to cool off. She had wrapped her legs around him, bobbing neck deep in the waves, and he had done his best to fuck her. Maybe he had never actually gotten in, but they had both come. And the whole time she had been thinking about the two women in the grass. Why couldn't it be Rick sitting there nonchalantly while that unseen face was pressed against her cunt? No, that was not what she wanted. She knew very well what it was like to have a tongue caress her. Male or female, what was the difference? She wanted to be on the other end. How many times, after she had finished shuddering, had her husband brought his mouth up to meet hers, and she had plunged her tongue into it, tasting, probing, savouring? But it was not the same. She wanted the real thing.

What if Rick hadn't been there? Would she have asked for a turn? Well, now he wasn't. And she wasn't going to let Tom cramp her style. This place was going to be full of pierced clits, and she was going to find out what each one tasted like. The anticipation was making her sweat even more.

"I hope it's not this hot in the morning," she muttered. "I'll be soaked by the time I get there."

"Wear something light. Wear a sundress. Maybe we'll get more customers."

"Yeah, and freeze in the air conditioning. Goosebumps are not very sexy." Still not so much as a furtive glance. Defiantly, she stripped off her bra and sent it back to join the sweater. That, at last, got his attention.

"Don't you think," he tried to keep his voice even, "that it's a little too soon for that?" Keep cool, he told himself. He was hoping desperately she wouldn't notice how his pants were starting to bulge. She wasn't so much sweating as steaming, filling the car with her musk. How long had it been, two years at least, he'd been getting glimpses of those breasts? And now they were all there, out in the open, bobbing up and down as the car careened along the side road. He could see how dark her nipples were, small -- and hard, in spite of the heat. No tan line. She had not been bullshitting him, she really was a nudist. He just hoped that the emergency application of tanning cream to his butt and balls would get him by.

"What? You think it's bad form to arrive at a nudist resort nude? Who the fuck cares?" She opened her jeans and tried to pull them down, but there just was not enough room between her and the dashboard. The heat had cemented them to her skin. God, she was going to spend the rest of her life trapped in her jeans! 

"Stop squirming," he growled. "We aren't there yet." But then, all at once, there was a little sign, a very little one. If the GPS hadn't been urging them to turn, they probably would have missed it.

They were heading down another road, more of a trail, unpaved, full of potholes. The car was not designed for these conditions; it was jouncing up and down alarmingly.

"Slow down?" It was more of a suggestion than an order. She had put her hands over her head to keep it from hitting the roof as they bumped along. She was regretting the loss of her bra.

"I'm going ten miles an hour," he grumbled. 

"Go slower. Are you sure this is the right road?"

"Look. There's a sign. Sunnyside Ranch, two miles."

"Two miles! This car is not going to make it two miles on this fucking road!"

But actually, it must have been two tenths of a mile, because they went around a bend, and there it was. No fence to shelter it -- what need was there? No one was going to wander in by accident.

There was not much to see, just a lot of one storey concrete block buildings, low and flat roofed. They barely made a dent on the desolation around them. One of them had a sign on it that said "Office." Tom pried himself out of the car. His shirt was soaked. He draped it over the antenna and went inside.

There was no air conditioning, that was the first thing he noticed. If possible, it was even hotter, with no hint of a breeze. There was no one at the desk, no one in sight at all. No cars in the parking lot. The place has shut down, he thought in a panic. But someone had answered his email, someone had taken his reservation. There was a little bell on the reception desk. He rang it.

"Just a moment." A woman's voice came from the back, and then she followed it, a typical looking middle aged desk clerk. Except that she was naked.

She wore her body so casually that it was no big deal. But he was staring, anyway. Huge breasts, sagging onto an ample stomach. Fleshy thighs that met to hide the details of her sex. No hint of pubic hair, or any body hair at all. 

"I have a reservation," he stammered. He tried to keep his eyes on her placid, matronly face.

"You're Tom?" He nodded. "Okay, we'll need to see your driver's license and a credit card. Here, you'll have to sign this waiver."

"Waiver?"

"That you'll abide by our rules."

"Rules?"

"Is that your wife out there? She is quite a looker." He thought at first she'd said hooker, and it would not have been that surprising. Eileen had turned up at the airport sporting a bright red highlight in her dark brown hair. She had shed the blue jeans at last, and he could see that there was a matching flare of red pointing to her lower lips. 

He hesitated, then said "associate."

"Associate," the desk clerk mused. Tom realized that about the only thing Eileen was still wearing was a huge wedding ring. "Okay, she's going to have to fill out this one as well. Can you come in here?" she yelled out the door. "I don't want to go over this twice."

Eileen came sauntering in. She had almost dried off in the shade of the porch, but as soon as she hit the inside air she was glistening again. The desk clerk took her driver's license, and handed her a water bottle on a holster.

"First rule. You wear this except when you're in the pool. You keep drinking. We have taps all over the place -- keep it filled up. Understand?"

They nodded.

"Do you understand? Take a drink, now. You too." She handed a second bottle to Tom. "I don't want dead guests messing the place up. Now, rule number two. That's the only thing you wear."

"It's not clothing optional?" Tom ventured.

"It is not clothing optional. We don't want casual visitors, if you know what I mean."

"What if it's the wrong time of the month?" Eileen complained.

"You use a tampon. Or you stay home." The clerk seemed irritated by the question.

"If it gets cold?"

"There are robes in the room that you can wear at night." The clerk seemed totally fed up with them now. "Rule number three. Sunscreen. Take your shorts off." That order was directed at Tom. She gave a gasp of exasperation and he lost the boxers as well. Eileen gave him a long, appraising stare. She didn't make any attempt to hide where her eyes were looking. Well, okay, really, there wasn't too much unusual. He had a really muscular butt, nice strong thighs, and a cock that was, well, typical. Hard to judge when he, by the barest margin, did not have an erection.

"Okay, Stand still, both of you," the clerk ordered, "show me your butts." She seemed completely unimpressed by Tom. She leaned over and sprayed them. "Turn around. Close your eyes." She sprayed again. "The sun will burn your hide off, if you are not careful, and you will be very, very uncomfortable. You need some?"

"We brought our own," Tom ventured.

"Well, make sure you use it. Rule number four. We are just barely legal. The county would love to shut us down. The only thing that keeps us going is a 'nude but not lewd' ruling from the court. So, please, please, no public lewdness."

"We can't have sex?" Eileen whined.

"You can't even look like you might have sex." The clerk gave Tom a meaningful glare. "No kissing, even. No hugs. Not in the pool, not on the tennis courts, not on the trampoline. For all I know, the sheriff has cameras set up on the hills, recording everything that goes on here." She paused. "We do have one area, very secluded, that's set aside for outdoor, public sex, if that's what you're into. Just make sure that everything is consensual and no one is underage. Oh, another thing. No spectators."

Tom was going to ask how they were going to enforce that, but he refrained. They were already too close to getting kicked out.

"Okay," the clerk sighed. "Sign these, then. It's a waiver that says that you have read the rules and agree to abide by them. Of course, no one ever reads them, which I why I just went over them with you. Here," she handed an extra sheet to Eileen, "you'll have to sign this one also."

"What is it?" She could have read it, but somehow it was swimming out of focus. There was too much sweat dripping into her eyes.

"It clears us of any liability for the fact you are staying here without your spouse. How about you?" She glared at Tom. "Are you married?"

"No," he blushed.

"Does your husband know you're here?" The question was hurled at Eileen. It was remarkable how much moral indignation a naked middle aged woman could muster.

"Yes." Technically, it was true. She'd given him the address and phone number. She just hadn't explained exactly what kind of resort it was.

"With him?" 

"Yes."

"We're on a business trip," Tom explained.

"Business trip," the clerk snorted.

"It's not what you think," Eileen stammered. "He's gay. We're just sharing a room because you won't take singles."

"You want separate rooms?" The clerk gave Eileen a look of sympathy. "I can make an exception."

"Too expensive," Tom broke in. "We're on a budget."

"Okay. I'll give you twin beds, at least. Here," she handed them each a key. "It's down on the left. You probably want to move the car. It looks like you have a lot of luggage." Her tone made it sound like that was not too typical.

"Thanks," Tom sighed.

"No problem. Have fun," the clerk added, without much conviction.

"Well," Eileen fumed, "that really went fucking well."

"You had to wear your fucking wedding ring."

"Who would think she'd be so uptight? If there's anything I can't stand, it's uptight nudists."

"You know some?"

"Way out at the end of Jones Beach, there's this little colony -- they're very territorial. They don't like people walking through and staring at them. I mean, if you take your clothes off in public, what do you expect?"

He stared at her, and she preened for him. She even opened her legs a bit to give him a better look.

"Are you sure you're gay?" She was laughing at the way he was beginning to salute her.

"Maybe," he said, cautiously, "I'd like to try a girl some time." You, he thought, you. I want to fuck you right now, right on the hood of the car. No matter that the metal would burn the skin off her ass.

"I'd like to try a girl too. Maybe," she smiled, "we can try one together."

"Maybe," he said. He tried to put his clothes on to get back in the car. The boxers went on far enough to cover his butt, that was all that mattered, but the shirt refused to slide back over his shoulders. He draped it over the back of the seat instead.

Eileen started to get in next to him, still naked, dripping sweat, and he glared at her.

"What's the matter," she snapped. "It's just a fucking rental car." But she yelped as her flesh came into contact with the hot vinyl. "Damn! Why didn't you get cloth seats?"

"It'll be fine. It will be cool in the morning, and there's a parking garage at the convention center."

"I hope so. Damn!" She slammed the door and started to walk down towards their room. He followed behind, watching her cunt wink from between her thighs. Nice butt, he thought, really nice butt, and he wondered what it would be like to go up between those cheeks, to find her asshole and slide into it. It was a good thing he was in the car, hidden from her for the moment. One stroke, two strokes, and he was spraying all over the steering wheel. Damn! What a fucking waste! On the other hand, he felt a lot better. There was a lot more where that came from, he consoled himself. A few swipes with his shirt cleaned up the evidence. At least, he hoped so.

"Shit!" She had moved on ahead, far enough to get to the door of the room and open it. "Shit and double shit!"

"What's the matter?"

"What's the matter?" She gestured in at the room.

"It looks clean enough."

"Of course it's clean. It's been pasteurized." The heat was overwhelming.

"There's an air conditioner," he said.

"There is?"

"Over there." He pushed a button. "See, it'll be fine." He held out a hand. Already, there was a hint of coolness. "See?"

"Yeah, in a day or two."

"Well, we didn't come here to sit in the room, did we? Let's go out and explore."

"Wait." She went into the bathroom, not bothering to close the door, and sat down on the toilet. "What?" She saw him starting at her. "You've never seen someone pee before?"

"Not a woman."

"Well, it's not all that exciting." There was a sudden burst of gas. He closed the door and went over to stand in front of the air conditioner. He realized he still had his boxers on. He pulled them back off and tossed them onto one of the beds.

"Okay," she said, emerging, "your turn."

He went into the bathroom, started to shut the door, and then thought better of it. Let her look, if she cared to. But he kept his attention on aiming. He never knew if she had watched him or not.

"Ready?" She was mocking him.

"What do we do with the keys?"

"Around your neck."

"Oh, okay."

They didn't bother to unpack. The room didn't have a dresser. There was a little closet with the robes the desk clerk had mentioned -- no other hangars. Apparently clothing storage was not usually an issue.

"Wait." Eileen's voice halted him as he started out the door.

"What's the matter?"

"Your butt is burning. Hold on." She bent over to rummage in her suitcase, exposing everything. If she felt his eyes probing her secrets, it didn't seem to bother her. If anything, she lingered, thrust out her ass to spread her cheeks even wider. Not a hint of hair -- she must have waxed to be that perfectly smooth. How could anyone be so beautiful? Even her asshole was a little puckered rosebud. Why not? Why not just fuck her now, get it over with? She wanted it, he was sure she wanted it. But maybe not. What if he was wrong? Raping your boss's wife -- not a good idea. Even if she was naked. Even if she had squatted so that her cunt was spread wide open, dripping from the heat or from desire. Of course, he could ask -- Eileen, would you mind terribly if I fucked the shit out you? No, no. Not now. Not yet. He turned away, managed to calm himself, just in time to feel a greasy hand stroking his ass.

"Not too hairy," she muttered. "Rick was like that when we got married. Now he's a fucking gorilla. Your balls are burning too." With that, she reached forward to cup them. "Oh, sorry."

"It's okay."

"No, it's not okay. No public lewdness, remember? You can't walk around sticking out like that." He had a brief moment of hope that she would offer to fix the problem she had caused. "Forget it," she said, catching the look in his eyes. "That sunscreen tastes awful." That was enough to wilt him.

"That's better," she muttered. 

"Do you really think they'd kick us out for getting a hard-on?" It was, perhaps, a bit cooler when they stepped outside. The sun was already beginning to relent a bit.

"You. Kick you out. I don't have that problem. I don't know. She did mention it, sort of. Public lewdness. I know Rick has problems. When we go out to the beach, he's always running around at the ready. He claims it's because I'm with him."

"I can believe that."

"What? Well, thank you, gallant sir. I thought you were gay."

"My lady, you could wake the dead."

"Don't push your luck," she growled. "We're not here for that."

Just why the fuck are we here? It was becoming a more urgent question. Eileen had never explained just why she had agreed to go along with this mad scheme. His boss, her husband -- their fragile little enterprise, her fragile little marriage, all imperilled, for what? Why were they doing this? Well, he was doing it because he was an idiotic asshole who'd had the hots for the boss's wife ever since he'd met the two of them. Even what he'd seen so far was worth it, more than worth it. Whatever he had imagined, the real thing was better. He realized now that he would do anything to have her, just once. And after that? He tried to imagine what it would be like, next week, back in the office. God, better not to think about it.




The Business Trip



"What's the matter?" She broke his reverie.

"The matter?"

"You were groaning."

"Nothing."

"Okay. Where's the pool?"

"Maybe that way?" He pointed to a sign.

"Oh." Well, over there, on the other side of the parking lot, was what she had been waiting for. Dozens, scores, maybe hundreds of beautiful young bodies spread out for her inspection. Her selection. She knew very well that all she would have to do would be to hint, and they would go off with her into the semi-seclusion of the fucking area. One by one she would pleasure them. Word would spread, lines would form, she would take them on, young and old, skinny and fat, and if some brave male decided to invade her while she was busy pleasuring, all the better. Yes, she was ready, more that ready.

They rounded a last building, and saw the pool. It was smaller than it had seemed in the photos on the web page, and it was empty. Completely, totally empty. The shock was enough to make her gasp. It had been wall to wall bodies on the Web, a virtual cannibal stew. And there was no one, no one at all. No one in the pool, no one at the side of the pool. 

"Where the fuck is everybody?" She couldn't help whining. Nothing. This whole mad scheme had been for nothing. She was ready to cry. She was crying, but her tears were hidden in the sweat.

"We don't get too much of a crowd on Monday." It was the clerk again, her voice coming from behind a low hedge. "You should have seen the place yesterday."

"Yes," Eileen sighed, "I guess I should have."

Tom took her arm, she was too stunned to resist, and guided her towards the source of that voice. They found five people sitting around a table in the shade, all of about the same age and build as the desk clerk. No, one was younger, a woman young enough to be interesting. A little chubby, maybe. "I'm Dora," the clerk said, "this is my husband Ed, and my daughter Irene."

"You run the place?" Tom asked.

"Own it," Ed said. "Along with Roy here. This is our retirement dream."

"His dream, my nightmare," his wife grumbled, and the daughter gave a grimace.

"Hi." Roy stood up and offered her a huge, calloused hand. His eyes were boring into Eileen, and she was staring back in equal fascination. Huge, grizzled, tough. There was a big patriotic symbol of some sort on his right shoulder -- something to do the Marines, she thought. He looked like someone who had killed a lot of people in his time. Fucked a lot of people, also. He gave her a look of frank appraisal. It was clear she was not that unusual, that he already knew every secret of her body. But knowing, he approved. His appreciation of her made her glow, and it made her shudder at the same time. 

"Eileen," she offered. She felt like a shy little girl, taking his hand, staring down -- at his balls.

"Eileen." He actually pulled up her chin to make her look at him. His eyes were dangerous. He was used to owning women like her. "Care to join us?" He smiled, and she realized how foolish she was being. He was just a kindly old man, a grandfather type. Nothing to be afraid of.

"What are you playing?" Tom asked.

"Strip poker," Ed responded. That provoked a groan from the rest of the table.

"Really," his wife said, "we're playing hearts. Low stakes."

"Don't let her suck you in," Ed responded. "You'll lose your shirt." Another groan.

"Maybe we'll just look around for a few minutes," Eileen tugged Tom away. She didn't like the way Roy was compelling her with his eyes. There was no reason she would ever be interested in someone that old, that fat, that hairy -- that powerful. God, what was wrong with her? It would be like fucking her father. Exactly.

"What's the matter?" Tom was almost running to keep up with her. 

"I didn't like the way that asshole was looking at me."

"I thought you didn't mind being stared at."

"Stared at is one thing. Eye fucked is another."

"Guys do that."

"Not like that. Tennis?"

"What?" He realized that they had stumbled upon the tennis court. It was more like a huge outdoor griddle.

"Do you want to play some tennis?" There was a shelf with rackets and balls. "I need to move some. I am so cramped up from the trip."

"Wouldn't swimming make more sense?"

"No." There was no room for discussion. She was not going back anywhere near the pool, at least not for a while.

"Sure." He picked a racket and, politely, the side facing into the sun.

"Ready?" He saw her stretching as high as she could. He never saw the ball. It went zipping past him to clang against the fence.

"Fifteen love," she announced. "Ready?" Another ball crashed into the net. "Oops." She lobbed the next serve in, and he slammed it back as hard as he could. "Take that, bitch," he muttered, as it blasted past her. Except she reached out a two handed backhand, and sent it off to the back corner of his court. "Thirty love. You do play tennis, don't you?"

"Yes, of course."

"Maybe we should just rally for a while."

"Okay."

She spent the next half hour methodically running him around the court. He never hit a shot that she could not return.

"Well," she said at last, "that was fun." It would be an overstatement to say that she had not worked up a sweat. That was impossible in the heat. But she was not breathing hard. He was sure her pulse rate was at rest level. He, on the other hand, was gasping for breath. He was in shape, he was in great shape, he ran five miles every morning. But he hadn't done much sprinting lately. He wasn't sure his legs were going to support him too much longer.

"What next," she asked brightly. "Trampoline?"

"The pool," he croaked, "I need the pool." If he didn't cool off, he was going to die. He could feel himself roasting in the sun.

"The pool," she mused. No choice. He was heading that direction. She trailed behind him.

"Hey," she heard Ed's voice, "you're just in time. We're going to play some water volleyball."

By the time she got there, Tom and Roy were standing on one side of the net, the three owners on the other.

"Come on Eileen," Roy said. "Let's whip their ass." And she found herself in the water next to him. The ball came over the net, and they both jumped for it, and she was rubbing up against that huge, hairy body. He wasn't soft at all, she realized, rock hard no matter what he looked like. She collided with Tom a few times -- that was more exciting. And once, Tom and Roy became entangled. "Sorry about that," Roy muttered. Neither of them had apologized to her. "No problem," Tom answered, and Roy gave him a look that was either amusement or contempt.

In the end, they lost. But it didn't matter.

"What are you doing for dinner?" Roy asked. The sun was going down. It was after six, after nine at home, and she realized that she was really, really hungry.

"The restaurant?" Tom ventured.

"It's only open on the weekend."

"What else is there?"

"There's a place I like. You can follow me there. Ten minutes?"

"Okay."

"You'll need clothes," he added.

"Is it dressy?" Eileen asked.

"Not exactly," Roy snorted.

"Sundress okay?"

"Darling, a sundress would be perfect. Maybe not for you." The second remark was aimed at Tom.

They went back to the room. Tom pulled back on the clothes he had worn on the plane -- they were almost dry now. But Eileen dug out a little cotton dress out of her suitcase. She stepped in the shower, water as cold as it got, which was about eighty degrees, and tried to towel herself off. Finally, she just gave up. She pulled the dress over her wet body, and stepped back into the shower, soaking everything.

"You're going out like that?" Tom was staring at her. The water had glued the dress to her breasts. 

"It will dry by the time we get there."

"Don't you think you should wear something under it?"

"Too hot." Her tone left no room for argument.

There was a roar outside. Tom opened the door to find Roy perched on a huge Harley. Blue jeans, sleeveless tee shirt, no helmet. He looked the kind of biker you went out your way to avoid.

"Ready?" He bellowed loudly enough to cut through the buzz of the engine.

"Yep." Eileen came strolling out, and Roy let out a loud whistle of appreciation. If possible, she was even sexier in that little dress than when she had been naked.

She started to give him a look of derision, then smiled instead. A biker. The kind of biker who fucked his bitches up the ass. Whipped them, maybe, wrapped their arms in a heavy chain, draped them over the bike ... she wanted, desperately, for that to happen to her, right now, right in front of Tom. But instead, she got into the car. "Holy shit!" She jumped back off the seat and went back into the room to get a towel -- one of the wet ones. It was sizzling as it hit the vinyl.

"What's the matter?" Tom was in the driver's seat, cool, calm and collected. Either he had a hide like an elephant, or his side of the car had been in the shade.

"Nothing," she muttered. She had barely closed the door when Roy roared off. Tom had to race down the little back road to keep up with him. She was sure the car was going to break apart before they reached pavement. After that, it was just scary. How fast were they going -- ninety miles an hour? A hundred? She was amazed the car could even produce that kind of speed. The tachometer -- some engineer with a sense of humour had included one on the dash, was firmly in the red zone. A little warning light was starting to blink. Just then, Roy came to a stop, so abruptly they almost ran over him. They had arrived.

"God," Tom muttered as they got out, "who goes from a nudist resort to a strip club?"

"The beer is cold," Roy replied, "and the food is not too bad."

"And the ladies?" It was Eileen who asked the question.

"Not too bad. You'll see."

"Yes," she drawled, "I guess we will."

"I don't know." Tom was looking around the parking lot. A few dusty, battered pickup trucks, a couple other choppers, if possible, even bigger and uglier than the one Roy was riding. Another one skidded to a stop, and a huge figure, all beard and scraggly hair, leather clad even in the heat, got off it to stomp inside. "I don't think we'll last two minutes in there."

"What?" Eileen looked at Tom, big, muscular Tom, Tom who had muscles on muscles. "Who is going to mess with you? Aren't you, like, a amrtial arts expert?"

"Karate?" Roy asked.

"Tae Kwan Do."

"You've never been in a real fight," Roy said. Tom shook his head. "Just remember, don't wait to get hit."

"You really think," Eileen seemed nervous now, "we're going to get into a fight if we go in there?"

"As long as he doesn't get mad when they start to fuck you, things will be fine." Roy waited for a moment for that to sink in. "Just kidding," he added, as the shock began to wear off. "You'll be fine. You're with me."

But Tom was acutely aware of his cute little shorts with all those pockets, his polo shirt with the company logo on the pocket, those sandals that had seemed so practical. Blue jeans, boots, leather -- he should have dressed for a date. He didn't even have those clothes with him.

It was obvious that Roy was a regular. He was greeted with whistles and cheers as the rest of the crowd got a look at his companions. One of the men was scribbling on a napkin. He came over to the table and handed it to Eileen, gave Roy a mock salute, and retreated to the laugher of his companions. She opened it up and blushed.

"What does it say?" Tom asked. She passed it on to him and he blushed too, then started to giggle.

"What is it?" Roy asked.

"He wants to know how much we cost you. He thinks she's a whore." Well, why not? That red highlight in the hair, the sundress that was still glued to her nipples, that body, and the look on her face -- tough, sullen, sultry. All she had to do was to lift up that skirt to reveal the flare of red beneath it -- and she was sitting carelessly, not bothering to keep her legs crossed. 

"You too, pretty boy," she shot back. "What does it say on the bottom?"

"I never realized Roy went both ways. Love, Fred."

He said that loudly enough that is was overheard, and it provoked another round of laughter from that table.

"Hey Roy," Fred called out, "did you ever do a guy?"

"Never," Roy said, then he added, "for pleasure."

That was enough to shut them up. 

"You were in Intelligence?" Tom ventured.

"Military Intelligence? The oxymoron?" Roy smiled and shook his head. "Special Ops. Field interrogations."

"Prisoners?" Eileen mumbled.

"Not exactly." Roy gave a smile that was cruel and rueful at the same time. God, she wanted him! She had thought Rick was the ultimate in power -- but he was a wimp compared to Roy. And Tom -- Tom was a little sissy! Who would have thought it?

The other men in the room had returned their attention to the stage. They had the same look she had seen on Roy before -- that visual rape that had terrified her. A man who could look at you like that could do anything to you.

The beer was cold, and plentiful, two pitchers to begin with. She hadn't realized how thirsty she was. One glass was gone almost immediately, a second soon thereafter. Tom had gone through three, maybe more. The first pitcher was empty already.

"So, Roy," Tom dared to ask, "how did you wind up owning a nudist resort?"

"I don't know. Wife died, kids moved out and got married -- job was gone ..."

"You retired?"

"At gunpoint," Roy gave that rueful smile again. "It was made quite clear that my kind wasn't wanted any longer. But I was ready. It worked out okay, in the end. I was able to be with my wife when she needed me."

"I'm sorry," Eileen said.

"It happens," Roy shrugged.

The food arrived. It was strange -- chicken fried steak, country gravy, waxed beans. Everything the same color as the beer. Empty calories, one hundred percent cholesterol, death on a plate -- not even a particularly clean plate at that. She took a tentative bite. It was delicious. 

"Good, huh?" Roy was mumbling with his mouth full. "This will put hair on your chest." That was enough to make Tom choke on a mouthful of beer.

"How about you two," Roy asked. "You're here for the convention?"

"Yes," Tom said, surprised.

"I was looking at your logo," Roy explained. "You sound like some sort of software company."

"Web tools," Eileen said.

"Oh," Roy frowned. "That's a crowded field. Hard to make much money."

"Don't we know it," Eileen sighed.

"I was thinking of going down there myself," Roy added. "I haven't done any work for a couple of years, but I'm thinking it might be time to pick up some spare change."

"You worked as a programmer?" Eileen was staring at him now.

"Architect. Manager. Big systems. PL1, IMS, do you even know what those are?"

She shook her head.

"They're programming languages," Tom put in.

"Not IMS. It's a database."

"Like Access?" 

"No," Roy snorted, "not like Access."

"You were a manager?" Tom was staring dubiously at Roy.

"I spent thirty years wearing a suit."

"Wow," Eileen was trying to picture it. She realized that somehow her plate was empty, and she was ready for more. Mysteriously, two full pitchers of beer were back on the table. She wasn't quite sure how many they had gone through.

"You want ice cream?" The waitress came over -- she had clothes on, more or less. They nodded, and she took their plates and went off to fetch it. No mention of coffee -- it was too early for that.

"You have children?" Eileen asked. She thought he'd mentioned that.

"Daughters. Two of them. Both divorced."

"Oh. Grandkids?"

"Yes," Roy smiled.

"They visit you?"

"Sometimes." That provoked a grimace. "They don't exactly approve."

"Oh."

"When they do come, they wear bathing suits."

"Oh."

"Mostly, I go to visit them. When I have the cash to do it."

The evening had moved on, and the dancers were on a break. Well, not exactly. They were circulating around the room, still naked, except for garter belts they were using to collect tips. One of them came over to their table, a dark haired girl, maybe in her late teens, not too tall, skinny. Her breasts seemed too big for the rest of her, and Eileen found herself wondering if they were real. She seemed too young to have had them fixed already. 

"Hi Roy," she said.

"Hello, Crysta." 

"Who are your friends?" She smiled at Tom and Eileen. It wasn't much of a smile, there wasn't much warmth behind it. It was the kind of smile you might see in a beauty contest. Yes, that was it -- she was a beauty queen, a prom queen, a cheerleader. A good girl gone bad?

"This is Tom, and this is Eileen. They are staying up at the resort."

"Really?" Crysta gave them a more interested glance. "I didn't see you yesterday."

"We just got in this afternoon," Tom ventured.

"Lap dance?" Crysta asked. 

Tom looked at her garter belt and blushed. He was broke. The whole company was broke. "No thanks," he muttered.

"How about you?" The question was directed at Eileen. "I do ladies, too. In fact," she added, "I prefer ladies. Guys have to leave their pants on. With the ladies, there are no restrictions." She gave Eileen a look of challenge.

"No, really," Eileen stammered. "I can't."

"Come on," Roy said. "My treat." He pulled out a wad of bills and folded them under that garter belt. "Pull your chair out."

There was an air of command in that voice that she could not refuse. She realized, dimly, that the room had become very quiet. Everyone was watching, and she could not get away. She could not make her legs move to get herself up out of that chair.

Crysta sat down on her, facing her, legs parted to enfold her, and began to grind on her lap. A moment later, and her dress was being tugged up, she was lifting up her arms to let it be removed completely, and they were sitting there, nipple to nipple, kissing, as Crysta continued to wiggle her hips. Those breasts felt real enough, as Eileen ran her hands over them, to the delight of the onlookers.

"Ready for more?" Crysta broke off and started to kiss down Eileen's belly.

"No," Eileen said, urging the other girl to her feet. "My treat." She put a hand on each of Crysta's bony little cheeks and pulled the girl into her face.

"Oh!" Crysta gasped as Eileen's tongue plunged into her. There were whistles, now, and cheers. Crysta put one leg up on the chair, and grabbed Eileen's hair, pulling her in even further. And Eileen pushed her tongue as far as she could into Crysta. She didn't want to lick, not yet. She wanted to taste. She wanted her lips against those lower lips, she wanted her teeth against that clit, she wanted her tongue to relish the hot smooth spiciness of the interior. Yes, this was what she had wanted all along. She wanted to be smothered in cunt, basted in cunt. She felt that other body begin to tremble, and she knew, with a hard cold certainty, that Rick was history. Maybe it had been a lie for a long time, but now she knew for sure. It didn't matter what happened on the rest of this trip. Her marriage had already ended. 

She had waited so long, anticipated so long, that she wanted it to last forever. But Crysta came, almost immediately, violently, and pushed her away. "Your turn."

"No thanks," Eileen heard herself say.

"You're sure?" Crysta looked disappointed.

"I'm sure." 

"Okay. What about you honey?" The question was directed at Roy.

"Later."

"Sure thing." She wandered over to another table. She seemed a bit dazed. Eileen had left her wide open, engorged, and sated. But now everyone else in the room wanted a piece of her.

A piece of Eileen, too. A hand came from behind to grope her, only to be slapped away. Roy's little joke didn't seem so funny now. She realized that she was still naked. There were so many other naked girls in the room, it almost seemed natural. But no one was looking at those other girls. They were all staring at her, jackals working up the nerve to rush her. She retrieved her dress and tugged it back into place, more or less.




The Business Trip



"Let's get out of here." She grabbed at Tom's shoulder. He seemed to have gone into a complete stupor. His mouth was just hanging open as he stared at her. "Can you drive?"

"Sure," he said. "No problem."

"Wait." Roy pulled her face down next to his. "Lady, I would do anything ..."

"Anything?" She leaned down and whispered in his ear. Whatever she said had him sputtering and shaking his head. Tom looked around as they left to see him sitting with his elbows on the table, head between his hands. It was hard to tell if he was laughing or crying.

"Can you find the way home?" she asked, as they climbed back into the car.

"Piece of cake. GPS knows the way."

"I hope so."

It took them about twice as long to get back. That was okay. She didn't trust Tom's driving. He'd been too enthusiastic about the beer. Fortunately, the road was straight, there was no traffic. 

"Are you okay?" He broke her stupor. She licked her lips -- they were crusty with the residue of that other girl's desire. More, she wanted more. She knew now how a vampire would feel, lusting for blood. And her groin was aching. She had passed up the opportunity to come, but now she could feel her clit throbbing in frustration. Damn! Well, any port in storm. She was sure that Tom's tongue would do just fine. Eventually. Once she was finished with him.

"Yeah," she sighed, "I'm fine. I'm fucking wonderful." God, she hated him. She hated Rick. She hated everyone, including herself. No, she hated him more. Well, she was going to get her revenge. If Roy wouldn't do it for her, she'd do it herself. "How about you?" She made her voice sound concerned. "Things haven't worked out for you."

"Oh, I'm okay."

They had arrived, fairly quickly after all, and she got out of the car and pulled the dress back off. "It's not fair," she said. "I found what I was looking for. At least a taste. How about," she kissed him, lightly, feeling her lips stick to his, "how about if I turn myself into a boy for you, just for tonight? How would that be?"

"A boy?"

She took something out of her purse, and slipped in between her legs. All of a sudden, she was sporting a very realistic cock and balls, anchored somehow with her.

"You took that through security?" He was starting at her in fascination.

"In my carry-on bag. With the bananas. Well, what do you think? Boy enough for you? Or should I put on a tee shirt, cover up my boobs?"

"That's fine."

"Good. Take your clothes off. You can leave them in the car."

"We aren't going inside?"

"I want to use the fucking area. You're okay with this? You do like anal, don't you?"

"Yes." God yes. He couldn't wait to slide inside the pretty little asshole.

"You're squirming."

"I need to pee," he admitted.

"There are potties down by the pool." Outdoor showers, too. She was standing under one when he came back out, and he joined her for a moment. He started to kiss her, but she broke it off. "Wait until we get back in the fucking area."

It seemed to be deserted -- not surprising. It was filled with little stone benches or tables of various heights, some with rings attached to them.

"Ooh, kinky," Eileen muttered, testing the solidity of one of the rings. "Too bad I didn't bring the handcuffs."

"Those you would never have gotten through security."

"Yeah," she sighed, "probably not. Want a back rub?"

"What?"

"A back rub. These tables are perfect for that."

Well, he thought, why not? There was nothing else to do. Their room didn't even have a television set in it, and the chances of picking up the Internet were, well, remote. He probably had one ejaculation left in him, maybe two at best, and the whole evening to kill. No need to rush things. He lay face down on one of the stone tables. It was surprisingly comfortable, contoured to fit his body

"Good thing I brought this along." He realized she still had her purse with her. She pulled out a little tube of something and rubbed it over her hands.

"Sunscreen?" he asked, catching the sharp sweet smell of it.

"Body lotion. It will be just the thing for a massage. It makes a pretty good lube, too." He'd been wondering about that. He didn't want to hurt her when he finally got around to exploring that pretty little asshole. With the dildo still in the other hole -- very kinky, indeed. Almost like a boy. The thought was making him hard, and there wasn't quite enough room between him and the table.

"Slide back," she said, noticing his discomfort, "let your legs drop. Isn't that better?"

She kissed the back of his neck, and began to rub his shoulders. "You pump a lot of iron?"

"Some."

"You should stretch more. Work the muscle all the way through. You are really knotted up. Feel that?" She gave a sharp squeeze, and he winced. She had been standing beside the table, but now she moved directly behind him, hands working on his lower back and butt. She was, he realized, opening his cheeks, getting that little butt wink -- well, if that turned her on, he wasn't going to argue. He even spread his legs a bit wider, to give her a better view.

She leaned forward to get to his shoulders again, and kissed the back of his neck. He could feel her nipples brushing against him -- and her artificial cock, poking at the base of his balls, then sliding back forth a little, right to the edge of his asshole. He gave a little sigh of pleasure.

"You know," she was purring, "Rick really used to get turned on by back rubs, but then, what else could you do? He'd have to turn around, and it just wasn't quite what he wanted. Then we discovered this. It's so much nicer." The tip of the dildo slid back a little further -- it was pressing, not too hard, right into the little ring of muscle.

"You don't mind do you?" she asked, somewhat belatedly. "You did say you liked anal."

"As long as we can trade," he managed to keep himself calm. This wasn't exactly what he had imagined. But, she felt good, she felt very good. He liked the way it felt when she pushed into him a little. He wondered how much better it would feel if she pushed more. 

"Sure," she laughed. "Assuming you have anything left."

She was using her fingers now, to spread him, and she pressed just a bit harder. He could feel his flesh parting. She hit the inner ring, and he gasped. No false concern for him this time, she just gave a push and she was in. In all the way, just like that -- he could feel her belly up against his butt. He could feel her hips grinding against him He could feel that plastic cock sliding back and forth, the plastic balls colliding with his at the culmination of each stroke. She was fucking him -- not hard, but hard enough. It didn't hurt. In fact, it didn't feel like much of anything -- just a little sharp pain, that, curiously, he was anticipating more and more each time. 

"How's that?" she asked. "Good?"

"It's fine," he said without too much conviction. He had no idea what it was supposed to feel like, but probably not like this. It had been more interesting when she had been rubbing the base of his balls.

"This thing doesn't have much of a curve," she was fretting. "Am I hitting the sweet spot?"

"Not really," he ventured. He wasn't quite sure where the sweet spot was, or what it would feel like if she did hit it. Probably, more like when she had been poking at the back of his balls. He wanted her to do the same thing, from the other side, from the inside, and she was missing, somehow.

There was the roar of a motorcycle in the distance -- not far enough distant. It made him tighten up. 

"What's the matter?" She stopped, feeling the sudden resistance. "Relax."

But she didn't let him relax, she pushed hard against the resistance, and it felt -- wonderful. Painful, but in a way that made him want more. 

"Bad boy," she said, and she spanked him, hard enough that he yelped. "Like that?"

"Maybe." 

"Let's try again." But she was the one who let out a yelp of pain and surprise. She pulled out too far. She was gone completely. Then she was back again, harder this time. He felt rough hands on his back, pubic hair brushing against his ass -- and Eileen was standing in front of him.

It was different. Eileen had been going through the motions. Roy, whatever he had claimed in the bar, was moving for his own pleasure. "Is that enough?" he growled. 

"You have to come," Eileen replied.

"Bullshit. If I come, I'm not going to have anything left for you, sweetie."

"Okay, you have to get him to come, then."

"Bullshit." Roy started to withdraw.

"No," Tom gasped. "Don't stop." Working for his own pleasure, Roy had found that sweet spot.

"What?" Roy snorted. "You like that? You want to come all over the rock? Are you going to lick it clean for me? Tell you what honey, at least come over and let the poor boy come into something. Here." He pulled Tom further away from the table. "Get down there. That's right." 

Tom looked down to see Eileen lying on the ground beneath him, propping herself up so that she could reach his dick. 

"That's it." Her lips slid down along his shaft, Roy gave one more thrust, and he exploded into her throat.

"Satisfied?" Roy growled. He pulled out of Tom, shoved the younger man off to the side, and grabbed Eileen by the hair, pulling her head in towards his cock. "Come on, baby, open wide."

She was all too aware that he had just come out of Tom's asshole. God! Well, Rick had done that to her a few times, but it had been her own shit, at least. Doesn't taste like anything, she assured herself, but it did. It tasted -- exciting. Almost as exciting as Crysta. 

"You like that?" He slapped her, and she nodded. Field interrogation. She had a hint now of what that must have been like. "You want Tommy boy here at the other end of you? How about a cock in both ends of your digestive tract? You want that?"

She couldn't talk, but she nodded.

"How about you, Tommy boy? Do you have enough left?"

Tom didn't bother to answer. He just crawled behind Eileen and impaled her. She was still wearing the cock and ball dildo. 

"How does she feel?" Roy asked.

"Hot, tight."

"Great. I want a piece of that action."

"Sure."

"Get underneath her. Take that fucking thing out of her. Okay, deary, sit down on Tommy boy. Yes, you know what I'm talking about."

Tom felt her cunt slide around her -- so loose, so wet it barely made an impression.

"All comfy?" Roy had crawled behind her. "Okay, lean down, give him a little kiss, oh that's just right!"

"Bastard!" Eileen gasped, and Tom felt another cock sliding next to his.

"Either of you do this before?" Roy asked. "Thought not. Let me drive." He grabbed Eileen's hips. "You move when I tell you to move, understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"And you," he scowled down at Tommy, "you don't move at all. You just stay hard until you come. Got it?"

"Yes. Sir."

"Okay, here we go." Roy started to rock Eileen back and forth, fucking her at the same time. At first, it was very slow, very gentle, but after a few minutes it was neither. Just when she thought she couldn't take it any longer, he came. At least, that's what she assumed had happened. He gave a grunt of satisfaction and rolled over to lie on the grass. 

"How about you?" She looked down at Tom.

"I came a long time ago." There had been no way to escape.

"Good." She lifted herself up, and sat down again on his face. "Good boy," she added, as his tongue found its target. Not that it was very difficult. By now, her clit was sticking out like a miniature prick. And that's how he was treating it! He had the fucking thing in his teeth! He was flicking it with his tongue!

"God!" she gasped, "don't you know anything?" But then she was coming, anyway, even though what he was doing hurt, even though he was trying to bite her clit off. He was jabbing a finger up her asshole, sharp nail scratching her -- and it was making her come even more. "Damn!" she yelled, "damn!" That just encouraged him. He started to scrape with his teeth. "Shit!" she yelled, "holy ..." and she came, harder than she ever had before. She pushed his head away, looked down at her groin to see if he had actually drawn blood.

"Like that?" he said.

"Yeah, that was just fucking great."

"Good." He kissed her, God only knew what she tasted like at this point, but his mouth was full of her juice and his semen. And then, they were just kissing, really kissing, like two teenagers making out under the stars.

"Very romantic," Roy snorted. "Well, I think I'll leave you two love birds for the evening. See you tomorrow?"

"We may be back late," Tom said. "We've got a lot of work to do."

Work? She lay back and gazed up into the desert night. What work? What was the point? It was all over. Her job, her marriage, all gone, all thrown away for one night of stupidity And it had been worth it. She had never lived until this night. She would probably never, really, live again.

"Come on." Tom was pulling her to her feet. "Let's get some sleep. Tomorrow is another day."



The Business Trip



It had been a long two weeks on the road, and Steve was tired...tired and ready to go home to relax a little. Only a couple of days left at the technology convention in Las Vegas. He was only there because he was the top sales executive in the company, and there was no one else that the president felt could do the job; at least not as well as he could. The company's sales had been sliding some, and the CEO, Mr. Rothenberg, was hoping to get a boost by having a display booth at the convention. So far, the plan seemed to be working out. UniTech put out quite a bit of money for a display that spanned an area that would have normally been taken up by two booths. It was an imposing setup with bold, dark colors, designed to suggest that UniTech would lead the technology world into the next generation. Mr. Rothenberg was convinced that Steve would be the one to pull it off and bring the company out of its slump. It didn't hurt that Steve had the gift of gab, and could sell just about anything.

The convention was winding down for the night, and Steve was starting to clean up the display, putting everything away for the evening. There were a few more people passing by, some to browse, and others to chat. Steve noticed that across the aisle at the end of the row, there was a booth belonging to one of their competitors, Tech-Diamond. They had a plot about the same size, with a similar setup, but then again, they were both technology companies. The main difference that caught Steve's eye was the stunning blonde woman working the booth. He didn't give her much thought. She was very beautiful but Tech-Diamond was a competitor, and therefore, the enemy.

After getting the booth cleaned up and put away for the evening, Steve decided to stop by one of the bars in the hotel to get a drink. He was staying at Caesar's Palace, and had the perfect place in mind. It was a bar near the shops... He couldn't remember the name, but he knew where it was. It was a quiet place where he could sit at the bar, enjoy a scotch on the rocks, and not be bothered. Tonight, he would probably have more than one.

He walked in and went straight to the bar. "Let me have a scotch on the rocks, and please make it a double." He had been in there nearly every night since the convention started nearly a week ago. He sat at the bar, sipping his scotch, swirling the glass from time to time, allowing the scotch to breathe, and going over the week's events in his head. He was preoccupied to the point that he hadn't noticed the beautiful blonde that walked in the door and sat down at the end of the bar. Suddenly, he had the odd felling that he was being watched, stared at. At first, he ignored the felling, but it got stronger; maybe it was just the scotch. He looked around the bar, trying to explain the strange sensation. There were only a few people in the bar; a couple near the door, another in the back, and a businessman that looked to be in his sixties at the opposite end of the bar. Then his eyes found her. By far, the most beautiful woman in the bar, and she was staring at him. He smiled at her, raised his glass as if to say hello, and went back to his drink and trying to come up with a strategy for the next day at the convention.

He pretended not to notice the woman as she got up from her seat and moved down the row of empty chairs, sitting down a seat away from him. "You're from UniTech, right?" The tone of her voice told him it was more of a statement than a question. "I saw you earlier in the week. Our booths are down the aisle from each other." 

"I know, I noticed you as well. Steve, nice to meet you." 

"Jaime. How's business at UniTech?" 

"Not too bad, how about Tech-Diamond?" 

"Oh, OK I guess. It could be better." 

Steve didn't care much for small talk and, right now, he had to remember that in spite of how gorgeous Jamie was, she still worked for the competition. 

"I really hate these conventions," Jamie continued, "I think the only reason they send me is because I'm a woman and they think they can push me around." Steve chuckled a little. "It's kind of degrading, really." 

"Why do you say that?" Steve asked. "I'm sure Tech-Diamond sent you because you are a very capable salesperson." 

"What does that mean?" Jamie asked. "I sensed a little sarcasm there!" 

"I just meant that you are a very beautiful woman, and I'm sure you're very smart, but if I were in charge of Tech-Diamond, I would send you to every show or convention because you're hot; you attract attention." 

"That's a terrible thing to say... I mean, thank you for the compliment, but I hope they sent me because I know our products, not because I 'attract attention'." 

"All I am saying is, if you worked for me, I'd send you to these things because our industry is made up primarily of men...men would rather talk to a good looking woman about products and services than another man. That's all."

They continued to talk for a while longer, taking turns buying the drinks. Steve learned that Jamie was single, and her job was her life. Other than their work, they didn't have much in common. They continued talking for several more hours, comparing the differences between their companies, and sharing a few laughs. It was nearly eleven o'clock when Jamie decided it was time for her to retire to her room. Steve agreed. They were both staying in the same tower at the Palace, Steve on the tenth floor, Jamie on the twelfth. "We can share a ride in the elevator; God knows I've had a little too much to drink to try to drive the elevator!" Jamie laughed, and pushed the elevator button.

The elevator doors opened, and they walked in, each pushing the button for their respective floor. They stood there in elevator car in an awkward silence, the door taking its sweet time to close, the tension between them building. As soon as the doors shut, Jamie turned to Steve and began kissing him passionately, wrapping her arms around his neck. Steve kissed her back, reaching down and grabbing her ass with both hands, squeezing tight and pulling her close to him, making sure she could feel his swelling cock, pulsating as it tried to escape from his pants. The elevator bell rang at the tenth floor. The door opened, they both ignored it. They stood there locked in their embrace, kissing each other, groping each other, exploring each other's mouth with teasing and playing tongues. The elevator bell rang at the twelfth floor and once again, the door opened and, just as it began to close, Jamie turned reaching an arm in front of the closing door, stopping its movement. They stumbled down the hallway together, still kissing and groping; feeling each other for the first time. They were outside Jamie's room, her back against the wall, still kissing and caressing each other through their clothes.

Jamie started to loosen Steve's tie as he pulled off his suit coat. As he fumbed with the sleeves, Jamie hunted furiously for the room key. She found just as Steve began to unbutton her blouse. They crashed through the door, Jamie pulling them toward the bed, clothes falling randomly on the floor as they passed through the short hallway. Jamie started to take off Steve's belt and unbutton his pants. Still kissing, Steve pulled Jamie's blouse down over her shoulders and, reached between the most perfect pair of C cup tits he had ever seen, he unclasped her bra. Cupping them in his hands and brushing the hard nipples gently with his thumbs. His pants dropped to the floor. Still kissing, Jamie reached down and rubbed Steve's throbbing cock with her hand. She pushed him backwards onto the bed, took off her blouse and bra, and tossed them at him. 

Jamie smiled and shook her head. "I'm not sure what I'm doing."

"What do you mean? I mean, I can leave if you want me too."

"No, I don't want you to go."

"Then what do you want?"

"I want to fuck. My pussy is aching to be fucked, but I'm not sure if I should do this."

Steve stood up. "Then I'll go. I don't want you to do something that you'll regret in the morning."

He was standing in front of her, nothing on but his boxers, her in nothing but a thong. There was silence. He wanted Jamie to change her mind, but what he meant what he said; he didn't want her to regret it. They stood there, the silence getting louder until Steve broke in, "I'll go." He bent down and started collecting his clothes. Jamie bent down with him, cupped her hands on his face, pulled him back up, and kissed him softly on the lips.

"Don't go," she whispered.

She kissed him again. Steve dropped his clothes and gently put his arms around her waist. Jamie held her firm breasts against his chest and began kissing his cheek...then his neck and down to his chest. Steve slowly lowered himself back down to the bed, Jamie following. As she made her way down his body, she reached into his boxers and gently freed his swollen cock, stroking it slowly. She continued kissing his chest and stomach until she could feel the head of his cock touch her chin. When it did, she knelt down and slipped the head into her mouth, still stroking the shaft slowly. She moved her tongue around the tip of Steve's cock, and tasted the pre-cum as it seeped from the head. Steve began to run his fingers through her hair, sweeping it over to one side so he could see his cock in her mouth. Jamie began to suck Steve's cock further into her mouth until inch by inch, she devoured it, and slowly rose up again until she held just the head between her lips. She slid his glistening shaft in and out of her mouth, slowly at first, then faster, pumping his cock with her hand at the same time.

"Slow down, you're going to make me cum."

Jamie looked up at him, "Maybe I want you too."

"Not yet."

Steve pulled her up and guided her onto the bed. Kissing her deeply, he rolled her onto her back. He moved from her neck to her shoulder, and to her left nipple, gently pulling her hair as he sucked it into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. Jamie sighed. Steve continued to suck her supple tits while slowly moving his hands down the length of her body to her hips. He pulled her panties off and kissed down to her neatly trimmed mound, her pussy wet with anticipation.

Steve spread Jamie's legs and softly kissed the inside of her thighs, intentionally kissing around her pussy, never touching it. She arched her back and began running her fingers through Steve's hair. Every time he came close to her hard clit, she pulled just a little to let him know what she wanted. Steve moved his hands slowly up her thighs until his fingers reached her pussy lips. He gently spread them, exposing Jamie's throbbing clit, and kissed it softly, sucking it into his mouth and rubbing it in circles with his tongue. He pulled back until it popped out of his mouth. He began to lick her pussy, fucking her with his tongue, sliding it into her juicy hole and up to her clit, lightly flicking it. It didn't take long for Jamie to start to lose control. Steve sucked her clit into her mouth once more and she thrust her hips from the bed, held Steve's mouth against her soaking pussy, and released a gushing orgasm.

She held him against her quivering pussy for nearly a minute before she relaxed, allowing him to breathe again. Steve kissed his way back up to her tits, sucking on her nipples once more. Jamie giggled, and pulled him up to kiss him, tasting her juices in his mouth. "Are you going to fuck me now?" she asked him with a smile.

"How do you want me," Steve replied.

"Mmm, I want you to fuck me from behind...doggie-style," she told him.

She pushed him from on top of her, and rolled over onto her hands and knees, wagging her ass in front of him and looking back with a smile. Steve moved toward her, aiming his cock at her pussy. He rubbed the head of his cock along the length of her slit, making sure the head was wet with her juices, and let the shaft slide between her ass cheeks. He pulled back and inserted the tip of his throbbing dick into her cunt, slowly sinking in until his cock was buried in her pussy. He slowly pulled it back out, then back in, a little faster each time. Soon, he was pounding her madly, his balls slapping against her clit with each thrust.

"OH MY GOD!" she screamed, "SLAM THAT HUGE COCK INTO ME!"

He fucked her harder, slamming his cock into her as deep and as hard as he could. His balls were starting to tighten; Jamie could tell he was going to cum soon.

"Are you gonna cum?" she asked. "Fill me with your cum; fuck me...Fuck Me...FUCK ME!"

"Oh God, I'm cumming!"

Jamie pushed herself back onto his cock, holding it deep inside her. The head of his cock swelled, and then exploded, spilling his hot cum into her. Feeling his orgasm inside her was more than she could take; she let her's loose. She sat up on his cock, arched her back, and pulled his head to her shoulder. Steve complimented her embrace, his hands squeezing her firm tits; he kissed the base of her neck. They collapsed on the bed together. They held each other close, and fell asleep.

The sun poured into the room the next morning, but did not wake them until a little after nine thirty. Jamie woke first, and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. "OH MY GOD! What time is it!" She looked at the clock next to the bed; nine thirty-seven. "Holy SHIT! Steve, get up! Were late!"

"Late for what?"

"It's after nine thirty, the convention has already opened its doors, and there is no one at my booth! I have to go, NOW!"

"SHIT! There is no one at my booth either! I'm FUCKED!"

They got dressed as fast as they could. Steve didn't have time to go to his room, so he borrowed Jamie's tooth brush and the razor she used to shave her legs. They raced down the hall to the elevator, then to the exhibit hall where they frantically put out their brochures and trinkets for passersby to stuff into little bags; most of which would be thrown away. The rest of the day was spent with quick glances and smiles when their eyes happened to meet, or during conversations with others. Around one o'clock, Steve put a singn up that read "Back in 30 min.", so he could run out and grab a quick bite. He passed Jamie's booth on the way.

"Wanna get something to eat? I'm starving since we missed breakfast. I know where there is a pretty good sandwich shop nearby...UniTech is buying!"

Jamie smiled, "Well, since UniTech is buying, I guess I'll have to say yes."

"Good. This way, my dear." Steve tried his best to sound like some kind of movie star, and held out his arm. Jamie played along, smiled and curtsied, and they left together for some much needed food.

"I'm famished!" Jamie was hungry.

They each ordered a sandwich and a drink, then chose a table near the back of the small dining area where they could wolf down their food. They managed to get a few words in during the meal, but most of the time was spent eating. They finished their meals and headed back to the exhibit hall. Neither of them spoke of the night before, acting as if they were only acquaintances, not lovers.

Back in the convention hall, they continued their game; sneaking glances at one another and acting like teenagers. Each time one would catch the other; they would smile and quickly turn their heads as if they were ashamed that they had been caught. They continued this game for the rest of the afternoon until just after six o'clock, when it was time to clean up once again for the evening. The crowds were thinning, and people were leaving the hall to have dinner or to experience the nightlife of Vegas. Steve moved slowly, taking his time putting his props away, and leaving a few brochures on the small round table in the middle of the display. Jamie seemed to be playing a similar game, moving slowly but making sure to keep an eye on Steve. Jamie finished cleaning up first, and made her way over to Steve's booth.

"Any good prospects today?" she asked him with a hint of playfulness in her voice.

"Not really. I had some old guy that claimed to be the president of some big company that I've never heard of. I thought he might keel over any second, and I would have to do CPR or something."

"Yea, I know that guy, he stopped by my booth too. He said that if I sent him out some information when I got back to the office, he would place a big order. Then he rubbed his hand on my back and asked me what I was doing for dinner! I almost threw up and told him I had plans."

"Oh you do, do you? Who do you have plans with?"

"Well, I was kinda hoping to have dinner with you. That, is if you want too." Jamie was smiling from ear to ear, and playing with the buttons on Steve's shirt as if she were going to unbutton them and rape him on the spot.

"Oh! I don't know... There was this woman that stopped by my booth earlier. She left me a card with her cell phone number on the back. She said that if I called her around seven, she would show me a 'good time', then place an enormous order, but only if we had dinner. She was pretty hot too."

"Give her a call then, but she won't fuck you like I can..."

"How do you know? She looked pretty wild to me! How about I give her a call and see if she is into a three-some!"

"What makes you think I would be into that?"

"Who said I was talking about you?"

"Whatever...Let's go. I'm hungry and that sorry excuse for lunch didn't do much for me. This place has a really good Italian restaurant, I'll buy."

"Ok, you get the food, I'll get the wine. Deal?"

"Deal, but I need a shower first. How about we go get cleaned up. When I'm ready, I'll swing over to your room and pick you up."

"Sounds good, I'm in room 1014."

They walked each other to the elevator, and rode up to the tenth floor together where Steve got out. Just as he stepped out and the elevator doors began to close, he turned around and pushed his body between them. As they opened, he grabbed Jamie by the shoulders and kissed her deeply. "I've been wanting to do that all day," he told her as he stepped back into the hall. He stood there watching her as the elevator doors closed. He practically ran down the hall to his room. When he got there, he swung the door open and immediately stripped his clothes off and got into the shower. 

Now he was clean and dressed. Just in time for a knock at the door. When he opened it, he couldn't believe his eyes. There in front of him stood the most beautiful woman that he had seen in his life. "Are you ready?" she asked. He couldn't answer. 

Realizing that he looked like a teen-ager, he forced out an answer. "Uh, yep, let's go." He must have sounded like a kid on his first date. Jamie noticed.

"Are you OK?" she asked him, trying to lessen his obvious tension.

"Sure, why?"

"I don't know, you just seem a little nervous, that's all."

Lying through his teeth, he answered her. "Not at all, what makes you say that?"

"Nothing, I guess. You just seemed surprised or nervous, that's all."

"Well, I have to admit, you did surprise me a little back there. You look very beautiful tonight."

"Thank you." The elevator door opened, they stepped in. The doors closed, and they made their way to the ground floor.

Jamie did look absolutely beautiful, and Steve couldn't help but stare at her all night. She was wearing a skirt from a business suit, and a white blouse, no jacket. She had her hair down and had large, flowing curls, which weren't there during the convention. Her blouse was unbuttoned and open, her C cup tits practically spilling out of her bra for everyone to see. Her heels were a little higher that what she had been wearing earlier as well. When she was to be on her feet all day, she wore nothing that was taller than two inches; these were five.

They ate dinner and talked, laughing at each other's jokes. Dinner was followed with wine, and more small talk. They had desert, talked some more, and drank more wine. At about nine forty five, the waiter came over to their table to see if they would be requiring further service for the evening, and dropped off the check. They talked for a few minutes more, and decided to go for a walk on Las Vegas Boulevard. Walking slowly and holding hands, they went up the boulevard and watched the lights. When they reached the MGM Grand, Steve suggested that they hop on the train that runs up and down the strip; Jamie agreed, thinking it would be fun.




The Business Trip



It was nearly midnight and, to their surprise, the train platform behind the MGM Grand was deserted; it was just the two of them. They stood close together, holding each other loosely. Talking and laughing, flirting and kissing, and with each kiss, the distance between them grew smaller. Jamie laughed at one of Steve's jokes, and he kissed her, but this time it was more than just a little peck. He kissed her deeply, passionately, taking her breath away. As he explored her mouth with his tongue, he began to caress her firm breasts. Jamie's hands which were resting on Steve's hips, now slid down so she could squeeze his ass. They held each other closer, kissing with more desire than before. Steve was about to rip Jamie's blouse open when the train arrived. The doors opened, and they stepped inside.

There were two other couples on the train. An older couple, and another that looked as if they had just left a wedding chapel where Elvis himself married them. The train stopped several times, some people got on, some got off, none bothered the two of them sitting in the back of the train, kissing and groping each other. Finally, the train was empty. Jamie stood up and lifted her skirt; she wasn't wearing panties. She bent over, unzipped Steve's trousers, freeing his member and allowing it to stand erect in her hand. Jamie bent down and slipped the head into her mouth. Swirling her tongue around the head a couple of times, then pulling it out. Now that Steve's cock was good and wet, she turned around and pushed his knees together, slowly lowering herself onto his throbbing member. He leaned back allowing his hips to rotate, pushing his hard cock deeper into her wet pussy. All Steve could do was sit there on the edge of the bench and stare at Jamie's perfect ass as her soaking pussy swallowed his cock. It took all of his concentration not to cum at the sight of it. 

The train slowed as it pulled into one of the terminals. Steve looked around Jamie...there were people waiting for the train! "Don't worry," she told him, "I'll take care of it. Unzip my skirt." Her skirt was a tight fit, but if the zipper in the back were undone, she would be able to slip it over her knees in an attempt to conceal their act. At that moment Steve didn't care who saw them, he was consumed by the feeling of Jamie's tight pussy sheathing his throbbing cock.

A younger couple boarded the train. Jamie could tell that by the glances she was getting from them that they knew what she was doing to Steve. She didn't care, her cunt had not been filled like this for some time. Jamie was unable to bounce on Steve's cock the way she wanted to - the way she needed to -- so she flexed the inner walls of her pussy and massaged Steve's cock, making it throb and pulsate insider her. With every movement of her pussy, she could fell his length increase. The train stopped at the next station, the younger couple departed, leaving the two lovers to their business.

As soon as the train started to move again, Jamie put her hands back on Steve's knees and slowly began to lift herself up off his large cock. Just as he could see the head start to emerge, she lowered back down, stuffing his huge dick back inside her. She continued to raise her hips up and down, slowly at first, then faster. Her pussy was getting wetter; Steve's cock was to glistening with her juices. She continued to plunge down on Steve's cock, her ass slapping against his lap. She started to moan, and when she did, Steve's cock swelled a little more, the head starting to grow, her moans bringing Steve closer to orgasm. The more his cock grew, the harder she fucked him...the harder she slammed his cock into her pussy. "I'm getting close," he warned her.

"Good!" She fucked him harder. "Me too!" She was now fucking him so furiously that she was practically jumping up and down on his cock. "My GOD! Your cock is HUGE! Do you like me fucking your huge cock with my juicy pussy?!" This was enough to send Steve past the point of no return.

"Oh FUCK! I'm gonna CUM!"

Jamie jumped off his cock and spun around just in time for the first shot of cum from Steve's cock to land on her face, the rest squirting into her mouth. She swallowed his hot cum, savoring her reward. She slowly pulled his cock out of her mouth, turned around and slid it back into her dripping cunt. Now it was her turn. She knew that since Steve had blown his load, she wouldn't have much time. She started fucking his cock with a purpose. That purpose was to produce an orgasm like none she had had in a long time. A few more pumps and she would be there. "It's my turn," she whispered, beginning to fuck him faster. "I'm going to cum on your cock! Do you want me to cum on it?"

"FUCK YES, CUM ON MY COCK!" Steve began to spank her bare ass.

"YES! SPANK ME! I'M FUCKING CUMMING!"

Jamie slammed his cock deep into her cunt one more time and left it there, her pussy clamping down on the stiff shaft, her juices starting to drip down Steve's balls. She lay back onto him and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight.

By now, the train had made its rounds, passing their stop. They stood up and got dressed without saying a word; they didn't need to. They walked from the train stop back to their hotel in silence, no words, just holding hands and smiling. They got onto the elevator, Steve riding it to the twelfth floor to make sure she got to her room safely. The door opened and Jamie moved in front of him, blocking his exit. She put her finger over his lips, letting him know that no words were necessary. Then she kissed him deeply and passionately as if to say 'goodbye', then stepped out of the elevator. Steve held the door until she was no longer in sight, then went back to his own room; alone.

The next morning, the only thing to do in the convention center was to clean up his booth and get it shipped back home. He woke up a little late the next morning after the best night's sleep he had had in a while. When he arrived in the large hall, Jamie's booth was already gone, her space stripped and swept clean; she was gone. He looked for her at every trade show he worked after that, running into her occasionally. When they met, there was electricity, when apart, only longing. Their relationship grew, and they finally got married but still worked for competitors. It worked for them.



The Business Trip



It was 3pm on a Monday. A burning email from my client quickly turns to a conference call just before I have to leave the office to pick up my kids and be home for dinner when my wife gets home. The call quickly turns into a need for me to get on the next plane to Dallas to put out this "fire". I can't believe it. I think to myself "For once, I would like to start the week without fuckin' crisis. Is that too much to ask?". The price we pay for success I suppose. In this town, this is the norm rather than the exception. About a year ago, my lovely wife Anne and myself came to the realization that if our relationship was going to last, we would have to make time in our busy schedules for "us". Time to ourselves without the kids. Sex night. Forget date night. Sex Night.

Anne and I have always been very open with each other. She's my wife and my best friend. I can tell her anything. Honesty is the policy in our house for sure. Our household is not unlike most. She runs the roost. Dishonesty is the quickest way to find yourself over her knee. I am no exception. She and I came to an agreement a long time ago, that even though I was likely to make more money, she was far better at running the household and making the rules. So, once I'm home. She's in charge. This means breaking the rules means I get a spanking too.

Breaking the news to Anne about this unexpected business trip was no easy feat. She was pretty stewed about it but there was nothing I could do. She would have to pick the kids up for a few days until I got home. Our standard protocol for this type of thing is honesty. She knows that when I am away from home with no rules, there is the likelihood that I would have something to confess when I got home. Which is why our Sex Night often begins with confession and spankings. No doubt, this trip to Dallas sucked...long days dealing with this client...back to the hotel for shitty food before bed. I was exhausted and missing Sex Night. Upon landing at the airport, I grab my bag and haul ass to my car at the economy lot in Timbuktu. I get a text from Anne. 

"Come home NOW." 

Butterflies in my stomach. She knows I'm back. I'm looking forward to being home but nervously anticipating what is in store for me when I get home. Much to my surprise, she has re-arranged her schedule for our Sex Night. She is in desperate need of dick but not before my confession. I pull up to the house. The shades are drawn and looks as if nobody is home. I walk in the front foyer seeing her in all her glory. Standing there dressed in her favorite black RHT nylons, garter belt, sexy black pumps and matching bra and panties. A string of pearls cascades down to just above her breasts. I can just barely see her naked chest under the sheer material of her bra. She knows how much I love it when she dresses. I drop my bag with a grin. She's sipping a glass of Merlot and turns with her back to me. I see her lovely ass jiggle through her sheer panties. Her heels clack on the hardwood floor as she walks into the living room. Her legs are to die for. I follow like a lost puppy. Watching her every move. As I make my way to the living room, she sits on the edge of the couch crossing her legs.

"Are you surprised?" She says.

"Yes dear", I said

"Good. I know how you like surprises." she says with a rather stern look.

"Judging from the way I'm dressed, I suppose you think we are going to have sex" she says with a grin.

"Yes dear", I said.

As she looks down at her glass, rubbing the rim with her finger, she says "There is the possibility of us having sex tonight honey. But you will need to confess to me everything you did while you were away. Is that clear?"

"Yes honey. I promise."

"Good. I thought so." she says with a smile.

"Now. Tell me. Tell me what you did in your hotel room all by yourself last night."

"Well. Um." I say reluctantly.

"Yes. Come on. You can tell me. Be honest" she says with a grin.

"Ok. When I got back to my hotel room, it was late. I stripped naked as I often do because I have the room to myself. I took a long hot shower and toweled off and got into bed naked. TV was next."

"Yes. What did you watch?" she says with an inquisitive look.

"Did you watch any porn?"

"Yes dear"

"Oh my. I knew you were going to watch nasty porn while you were away. You know I don't like that. I only want you to see me."

"I know. I'm very sorry honey. I do love you very much. Its just that I was tired and missing our Sex Night"

"Its not that. You're lying. You couldn't wait to watch those nasty whores in those movies and you couldn't wait to jack off for hours. Isn't it? Hmmm? Tell me."

"Yes dear"

"You have broken the rules once again. I want you to march upstairs and get ready for your spanking. Is that clear?"

"Yes dear"

I walk upstairs to our bedroom. The lights are off but Anne has candles lit and placed throughout...She knew it was likely I had broken the rules while away. I noticed that she had already laid out the paddle, strap and hairbrush on the bed. I stripped naked and ran the shower. I made it quick but made damn sure to put my dirty clothes in the hamper. I just knew I was going to get spanked hard this time. I toweled off and walked in the bedroom. Protocol for this requires me to stand naked in the corner until Anne comes up to spank me. I can hear her heels click on the hardwoods coming down the hall. The door creaks open slowly. Butterflies in my stomach. My cock begins to get erect..halfway. I hear her sit her glass down. She sits at her bedroom dresser. Brushing her hair. She puts her hair in a bun. She is so sexy.

"Turn around" she says softly.

I turn around. My erection standing stiff. She walks over to me. Gently places her hand around the shaft of me. Kisses me on the cheek and whispers..

"You've been very bad haven't you?"

"Yes dear" I reply

"What happens when you are bad? Hmmm?"

"I get a spanking" I reply

"Yes. That's right. Before I spank you I want you to tell me what you've done to deserve this and ask me nicely to spank you. Is that clear?"

"Yes dear. I broke the rules while I was away. I watched porno and masturbated for hours. I betrayed your trust. Will you please spank me for being naughty?".

"Very good. Now we are getting somewhere." she says.

She lets go of my hard cock and walks to her dresser and pulls the chair out to the center of the room. She walks over to her dresser. Gently reaching behind her, she unclasps her bra. Baring her lovely full natural breasts. She turns around. I see her nipples are erect. She pulls her panties down..letting them fall to the floor. She steps out of them. She shaved while I was gone. Brazilian. She grins and walks around to the front of the chair and sits down.

She says, "Over on the bed, I've laid out three implements. You will get spanked with all 3 tonight. I am very upset with you. Pick your first and come over here now."

"Yes honey" I say reluctantly.

I walk to the bed. My cock is fully erect. I pick the paddle. Its small. Like a ping pong paddle but a little more stout. I walk over to her side and hand her the paddle. I slowly bend my knees, placing my hands on her thighs, I start to lay across her lap. I lay my cock on her nylon covered thigh and lay down fully across her lap. She opens her legs to accept by erection between her thighs. I can feel her nylons on my cock. She gently caresses my ass and begins spanking me from cheek to cheek with her hand.

"I told you not to watch any nasty porn while you were gone. Didn't I?" she says as she's warming my ass. Preparing me for the paddle.

"Yes! Yes dear!"

It stings. She is really working my ass over with her hand. She stops and caresses me. My butt is burning hot. Tingling. Cock still erect. She takes the paddle in her hand and says "I am going to give you 10 on each cheek. You are to count and thank me nicely for each one. Is that clear?"

"Yes dear!!" I say.

She begins. The swats are somewhat intense. I'm thinking that I'm not sure I'll make it through even the paddling. "One. Thank you dear. Two. Thank you dear. Three....." I make to twenty. My cock is not as erect as it once was.

"Stand up" she says.

I stand up. She stands up and moves the chair to her boudoir. She walks behind me. I can feel her naked breasts brush against my back. I can feel her nylons against my legs and the straps of her garters pressing against my skin. Her hand is on my ass. Its burning red. She squeezes gently and pulls away.

"I want you to lay across the edge of the bed face forward. You are going to get the strap now."

Without saying anything, I walk to the edge of our bed and lay across. I know the drill. I've been strapped before. Back arched and ass presented is the only way she will allow the strapping to start. Arched and presented..I await.

"Very good. You are taking your spankings very well tonight. I might decide to have sex with you after all honey!"

"Yes dear. Thank you dear." I reply.

She begins to strap me. 20. My ass is burning. She caresses me. Touching my ass and her fingers brushing against my scrotum. She plays with my butt a little before the final spanking. The dreaded hairbrush. She grabs the brush and sits down.

"Come here and stand next to me." she says.

"I am going to give you 10 of these. I know how much this hairbrush hurts. But you deserve this don't you?"

"Yes" I say

"Yes. You do." she says.

She begins. One. It hurts like freakin' hell. Two. Oh man..not sure if I can hang with this. Three. Ow. Four. Ahhh. Five.....Ten. I fall to my knees. She stands up and puts the brush on her dresser.

"Stand in the corner" she says.

I stand up. Rubbing my cheeks. My ass is on fire. I stand in the corner. Anne leaves the bedroom. I can hear her heels clacking on the hardwoods and down the stairs. 10 minutes or so. Corner time to reflect. I hear her return. Glass of wine in hand. She pulls the chair out again and sits down with her legs spread.

"Come here honey." She says. I walk over to her. I lean down and kiss her deeply.

"Thank you for spanking me tonight honey." I say sincerely.

"You're welcome dear. I know you needed that."

Without being asked, I kneel down between her stocking covered thighs. Gently kissing her tender thighs, I move to her smoothly shaved mound. I pleasure her. Licking..flicking my tongue..playing with her clit...for a long time. I love it. I take her by the hand and we lay in bed. Sliding my cock in her missionary, I bang away with long slow strokes. Fucking her...I kiss her neck..nibble her ears and grind away. She is so wet, the sheets are soaked. I bang..bang...and bang her. I pull out and lay on the bed so she can ride me the way she wants. She mounts me. She lays on me with her lovely breasts in my face. I love it. She grinds on me just the way she wants. She comes quickly. She is my wife. I come inside her always. We lay in bed and kiss and make out for a while...as my load oozes out of her onto the bed. I play with her ass and feel her wetness. We lay together for the rest of the night.

Can't wait for another business trip!!!



The Business Trip



Here I go again; another business trip, another hotel, and worst of all, another lonely night. As of late my boss has been sending me to attend all these meetings and the majority are out-of-town. OK, I can understand she has a family. It gets tough to leave your kids all the time, but what about me? At the rate I am going I will never find anyone.

For some reason tonight I am feeling extremely horny. I have this strong desire to just fuck. I'm just being silly, or it must be that I am that lonely. I have decided to simply order room service, not in the mood to dine out alone. I placed the order. I have plenty of time to take a shower before dinner gets here. I start to undress, leaving a trail of clothes leading to the bathroom. The shower looks like a box with transparent glass going all around it. I step in and turn on the water. I see it has a removable shower head. Hmmm, now this shower can be fun. Like I said, I do feel like fucking. I unhook the shower head, spread my legs a bit, and turn the nozzle so the water is shooting out with a bit of force. Mm mm. As the jet stream hits my clit it is instantly stimulating me. I start running it up and down my clit. I feel my pussy lips pulsating. As I am doing this I take my free hand and start fingering my pussy. In and out, I am fucking myself. Oh My God! This feels so good!

The whole time I am satisfying myself, Room Service is knocking on the door. Naturally, I don't hear a thing! He turns the door knob and sees that the door is not locked. As he is opening the door he is calling out my name.

"Hello? Ms. Stevens, this is room service. I have brought up the dinner that you ordered. "

He calls out a few more times, but still he gets no answer. All of a sudden he hears moaning coming out of the bathroom. Slowly he walks over, pushes the door just a bit, Only to see me, a petite brunette with long hair, standing 5'1'', 125lbs, curved hips, fine ass and gorgeous tits, satisfying my smooth pussy with the shower head. Well, this got him aroused! He starts to disrobe. He is standing there naked, stroking his cock! That is when I caught sight of him. I could not believe what I was seeing! He was such a handsome, European looking guy. Standing at 6'5'', 250lbs, jet black hair, gorgeous smile to go along with his god like body.

I snap the shower head back into place. He then says.

"Ms. Stevens, dinner is served."

I then ask. "Who will be serving dinner?"

He says, "Gian Carlo will be serving dinner. Ms. Stevens, are you hungry? "

I answer that I am starving, and that he can call me Melissa.

Gian Carlo opens the shower door and steps in saying, "Melissa, is this what you ordered?"

As I say yes, he puts his big hands on my shoulders and lowers me down to my knees saying, take it Melissa, it's all yours.

With great fury, I grab hold of the hard cock and start sucking it with such force that I take him by surprise! I was sucking his cock fast and furious. Saliva was dripping down my neck. Gian Carlo grabs me pulling me up.

Let's go slow Melissa; we have a long night ahead of us.

I asked, "What about work?"

He told me this was much better than working.

He then grabs me, has me wrap my legs around his waist and positions me, sliding me down on his rigid cock. Holding my hips he is lifting me up and down on his cock. OMG! I have never felt anything like this before. His cock was so swollen and long that I could feel it into my stomach.

I hear him telling me that it wasn't time yet.

That is when he stops and lifts my legs up in the air only to put them over his shoulder. Looking down at me Gian Carlo tells me that he is going to give me the ride of my life. He then slips his cock into me fucking me hard and deep.

Before I knew what was happening he stops and turns me over getting me on my knees and doing it doggy style. This went on for most of the night until finally it came to the last time and we were both so tired that we collapsed in each other arms and fell asleep.

The sunlight in my eyes is what woke me up. Looking around I could see that there was no Gian Carlo. What I did find was a single rose with a card attached to it.

It read, "Mia Cara Melissa, Hope you found dinner to be fulfilling. Till we meet again, Gian Carlo."

I just lay there with a smile on my face thinking that business trips may not be that bad after all.



The Business Trip



It wasn't too long after we started experimenting with adding other people into our sex life that I was asked to go to New York City with a client to look for condos in Manhattan. Usually I wouldn't do such a thing: one, I do not hold a NY real estate license and two, I don't know the market, but this particular client is both a celebrity who has brought me a lot of business over the years - buying 4 houses through me in LA - and also recommended me to many of his friends and that has led to a lot of money for me over the years. So I agreed to accompany him for three days to the East Coast and help him make a decision.

We were greeted at JFK by his NY realtor. I was a little surprised by the fact he was only 25 years old. This is high dollar real estate we were looking at for a high profile client. I was not as surprised that Stephen was incredibly attractive and dressed in a $3,000 suit. Since I was not officially working, I was dressed in what I call "sexy conservative" - this day was red 5" patent pumps, black leather skinny pants, a red satin cami and a black cashmere cardigan over top to maintain the professionalism. 

Our first day was not very successful as we found nothing that remotely interested the client, but Stephen got to figure out a little better what he was looking for and Stephen and I had a little bit of fun lightly flirting and getting to know each other. We went to dinner at Le Bernadin and Stephen promised to do some homework tonight and we'd have a much more successful day tomorrow.

The second day was a lot better. Stephen had really listened and although we did not find "the" place, he was close and I knew he would get there day three. I could also tell Stephen was paying more attention to me. That day I was dressed in 5" black patent pumps, black satin capri pants, a green satin blouse and a black leather blazer. 

Day 3 my mind was wandering. I was starting to think about Stephen and what might be hiding underneath those designer suits. I was dressed straight up sexy this day - those same black pumps, tight black leather pencil skirt that came just above the knees (no slit, no give and you couldn't fit paper between my ass and that skirt), white satin blouse opened to show just a little bra if your view was right and my strand of pearls and my black leather blazer on top. After looking at 8 places, our client decided to put an offer in on the the first place of the day. He'd given me instructions on how to structure the offer and so he left to party with friends on the last night while Stephen met me at the hotel for dinner and to go over the offer.

I don't remember when I got the idea, but I decided I was going to fuck Stephen. I stayed professional and we finished the offer over cocktails and then decided to have dinner together anyhow. We quickly got personal, he asked about LA, I asked about NYC. He talked about an endless string of girlfriends and I talked about my husband. 

Somewhere near the end of the entree I started flirting pretty heavily. I kept touching him more, playing with my hair, all the usual girl tricks. He asked about dessert and I suggested that we head to the hotel bar for a drink instead and he agreed. The check came and as he took care of the check, I slipped off to the little girls room.

Once in the bathroom, I quickly dialed my husband's cell phone. He answered and was happy to hear from me. I asked him where he was and he said he was still at the office (7:30 in LA) and that he was the last one there. This made me happy. I told him to stay put, close the office door and in one hour, log into Skype - I had a surprise for him. He was excited and promised to be logged in at 8:30. 

I met Stephen at the table and we walked to the hotel bar - he ordered an Old Fashioned and I ordered a Chopin martini. Now, as we were standing at the bar, I started getting more physical. I reached around and touched the small of his back, slid my hand down to his ass and gave it a little squeeze. He was a little surprised - I think he figured me being married I was just having a little flirty fun out of town but I straight up said to him, "Why don't we finish our drinks and head up to my room?"

"Uh, um, but you're married."

"About that.." I said, "My husband actually approves of me sleeping with other men. He's discerning, he doesn't want me sleeping with just anyone, but if they're sexy, fit, handsome and preferably have a large cock, he gets off on watching me."

"Uh, is he upstairs?" He asked me nervously.

"No, but I was going to call him on Skype. He's in his office in LA."

"I don't know."

I moved my hand down and grabbed his cock, which I was happy to find thick and hard as a rock. "You know you want to, I can feel it."

"Well, you're very sexy, but this is kind of weird to me. I've never done anything remotely kinky."

"Why don't you come upstairs, let me make you comfortable and you can leave at anytime?"

He looked at me for a long time, my hand rubbing his bulging hard on and finally he said, "Okay, but I'm going to need another drink."

I smiled and gave that cock a good squeeze and said, "I have a bottle of 21 Year Old Glenlivet upstairs, will that do?"

"All I need is an ice cube" he said.

With that we went up to the room. No words were said the entire time and he didn't even try to touch me in the elevator. He was nervous as all hell. Honestly, it was a little bit of a turn on. He obviously found me attractive and the fact he was nervous about it was cute.

We walked into the hotel room and I motioned for him to sit in the lounge chair. I took my blazer off and hung it up. I walked over to the bar and poured two glasses of Scotch with one ice cube each. I brought it to him and sat on the ottoman across from him. I spread his legs apart and squeezed my legs in between them. As we sipped our Scotch, I used my other hand to rub up and down his thigh and felt that cock throb in my hand through his pants. He was too nervous to say a word. 

I went over and opened my laptop and logged into Skype. John was already logged in. I video dialed him and pointed the camera away from the chair. Soon enough, he popped up.

"Hey baby" he said.

"Hi. Like what I wore today?" as I stood up and took a step back and took a couple spins.

I saw him lean back in his desk chair and unleash his beautiful cock and start to stroke it. "Fuck. You know I love it when you wear leather and satin. Is that my surprise?"

"Nope." as I smiled and spun the camera around to the chair where Stephen was sitting. "This is Stephen. And what you are about to see is your surprise. Make sure to yell if we end up out of frame."

His jaw dropped and he swallowed hard. We'd never done this before. He was always close by. He was always in control, but not this time. 

I walked over to Stephen, grabbed his drink and sat it down and took off his shoes and socks. I had him stand up. I got on my knees and rubbed his cock. Now, Stephen groaned a little. I slowly unbuckled his belt as I stared right into his eyes. I unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers... slowly. I let them drop to the floor. I rubbed his cock through his boxer briefs and purred. Then I slowly pulled down his underwear and pushed them down to his ankles. I got below his cock and looked up at it, "Oh my Stephen. What a gorgeous, thick cock. I am going to have fun with this." He shook with nerves just a bit.

It was not that long, 5", possibly 6" at the most, but it was good and girthy. I grabbed it with my hand and started to slowly stroke it as I licked his balls and his taint. Stephen moaned again and rolled his head back. I was worried he was going to cum pretty fast so I needed to pace myself. I turned and positioned his cock by the side of my face and looked John in the eyes. John looked mortified a little but he was stroking that cock pretty fast. 

With John now on board, I turned and licked the precum off of Stephen's cock and slid my bright red lips all the way down his shaft, licking his balls with his cock in my mouth. I could tell no one had done this to him before by his reaction. I sucked hard but I sucked slow, using a lot of tongue and working his shaft plenty because I didn't want him cumming in my mouth (not yet anyhow) and I wanted to feel that cock inside my pussy which was already very, very wet.

I decided to give him a break and I got up, hiked my skirt up and pulled down my panties and laid back on the bed. "Eat my pussy Stephen. Be a good little boy and I will reward you." 

He walked over to the bed and leaned into kiss me first, it was short and somewhat awkward, but I grabbed his tie and said, "Eat my pussy Stephen."

He dropped to his knees, John with a full view of the back of his head as he approached my freshly shaven and swollen pussy. I pulled on the tied to pull his head into me and he began licking me very fast - too fast. "Slow down Stephen, we have all the time in the world."

He slowed down and I shifted my hips to help him out. He was either very inexperienced of so nervous he couldn't think straight. I hoped I would cum because I knew he wouldn't last 30 seconds inside me. He got better as I think he started to appreciate the situation and he wanted to impress me. I let go of the tie and ran my fingers through his hair and started grinding my pussy into his mouth until I found the right spot and then bingo - between his licking and me rubbing myself on his face I started to approach an orgasm. I reached down and rubbed my clit with my finger to help him out and I put on my best Meryl Streep and began moaning like he was King Pussy Licker. Soon enough, I got myself off and I shook and bucked and screamed like the little cock loving slut I am.

Stephen actually stopped and said, "Uh, did you cum?"

I smiled at him and said, "Yes baby, I did. Take off the rest of your clothes for me." 

He did as he was told and he was well built. He could have been a male model, he was beautiful and ripped. I removed my blouse and bra and spread my legs for him. "Don't cum too fast baby, we need to put on a show for my husband."

"Do you um, have a condom?"

"Good boy. Reach into my purse and there should be a box right on top. He went over and looked inside and found the 3 pack of Trojans I had bought earlier in the day when I thought maybe, I might decide to fuck him.

He was still a little anxious, but unrolled the condom onto his pulsating prick and crawled on top of the bed and tried to enter me. I guided him in and pulled him on top of me. "Oh my god, you feel so good," he said.

"Slow down tiger. Okay?" He nodded and began to thrust his cock inside me. He was certainly better at this than he was at eating pussy but it also helped he had such a thick cock to hit me on all sides. I reached around and grabbed his ass so I could feel his balls slap my taint when he went deep and dug my nails into his ass when I felt it. 

I wanted him in several positions in order to put on a show for John and I wanted things to last at least 10 minutes so I decided to change positions often. I pushed him off of me an pushed him on his back. I got on top of him reverse cowgirl so I could face the laptop. As I started to ride Stephan's cock I began to talk to John. 

"Like what you see baby? Me with this young hard cock inside me, riding him in my leather pencil skirt hiked up over my ass like a little whore?"

I think he was trying to say yes, but it came out as, "Uhhhh."

"You know how good it feels to have a 25 year old cock inside me? Oh fuck, it's so HAAAARD and I can feel every vein as he slides in and out of me."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah baby it's so fucking good."

I turned to Stephen, "Get up and fuck me from behind like the little cheating whore that I am. Grab that leather skirt and fuck me hard until I fucking cum."

He did as he was told. He got up, I got on all fours facing the camera and as Stephen entered me I moaned like I'd never felt cock like that before, like I was getting fucked like I had never been fucked before. Every thrust elicited a grunt or a squeal from me until my acting got the better of me and I actually did cum again. Stephen felt the walls of my pussy vibrate and clamp down on his cock and he let out a "Oh fuck, oh oh fuck. Oh Nikki, oh oh fuck!" and he rammed me hard and shuddered. 

I laid down, him still inside me and said, "Keep thrusting, but slow."

Stephen started moving inside me again and I looked at John. "Stroke it for me baby. I want you to cum for me."

He began pumping his cock harder and harder.

"That's it, I want to see that cum. That's my cum, give it to me."

And with that he squirted all over his desk. One good long shot, then another, and then another. Two short squirts before two more long squirts and then it still oozed out the end of his cock as he laid back in the chair, sweating and out of breath. 

I rolled out from under Stephen and pulled his condom off which was completely full of cum. I sat on the desk chair in front of the computer and poured Stephen's cum all over my tits and rubbed it in with my left hand. I moved my right hand to the track pad on the laptop and said, "I'll be home by 10 am tomorrow morning. I know you'll be waiting for me." And then I disconnected the call.

Stephen was lying there out of breath. I told him it was time for him to go, he had an offer to submit first thing in the morning. He reluctantly agreed and got dressed and left.

I wore that same skirt home the next day. My husband was naked in bed when I got home and he straight up attacked me and fucked me stupid. The enthusiasm was wild and I came more than 10 times in the next hour as he was just relentless. Finally he unloaded the biggest load of cum I'd seen in awhile straight into my mouth and I sucked until I was sure nothing was left and swallowed his tasty cum. 

We flopped back on the bed and he said, "I fucking love you. And though I can't explain it, watching you be a little slut makes me so fucking horny I can't stand it."

"I love doing it because it's risky, taboo and exciting but mostly because of the epic fucking I always get from you afterwards. Other guys are a lot of fun, but you're the best fuck ever."

***

My client emailed me 2 days later to tell me his offer was accepted and I sent Stephen a courtesy note for doing such a fantastic job with our client. I never mentioned the sex.

He emails me often, asking me when I am returning to NYC and I keep telling him I don't like NYC. I'm a West Coast girl. He's now talking of flying to LA for the weekend but I think I'll coincidentally take John out of town for the weekend. 

Boys look good, but they can never fuck like a man.



The Business Trip



Let me start by saying that I'm not gay. I had never been with a woman before this and, though I'll admit that I'd fantasized about it from time to time, I didn't think that anything like this would ever actually happen to me. I'd noticed fit bodies, of course, and had admired the womanly attributes of girls over the years. I'll even say that, at times, I'd been attracted to girls and had let my mind drift there sexually when I masturbated. I've had celebrity crushes on the girls that everyone had crushes on and have noticed the feminine qualities of some of my prettier friends, especially when we were laying out in bikinis together or were in the same room changing clothes. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't stole glances in some of those situations—but that doesn't make me a lesbian.

With that out of the way, I should start by saying that I work for an international PR firm and share an office with mostly women. With few exceptions, we all get along and it's a great job that I've learned a ton at. Each year the company puts on a training conference out of our headquarter building in New York and two people from every office across the country are selected to participate. This past year, me and my co-worker Alison were chosen to represent our office and would end up sharing a hotel room and spending three days learning about the latest trends from vendors and industry keynotes. I looked forward to the trip, partially just to get away and spend some time in Chicago and partially to hang and party with Alison, who was about my age and a lot of fun.

The flight had been a nightmare and when we finally made it there, we were six hours past our original arrival time. Weather delays and a mechanical issue in Phoenix had turned what was going to be a straight shot across the country together into an all-day affair. At least when we'd eventually made it, the cab ride from the airport wasn't too bad and when we finally got to the hotel, we we're both ready for a change of clothes and a glass of wine. 

When we walked in we knew we were in the right place because the lobby was packed with women mostly our age and maybe slightly older and clearly, we were the last two people to arrive for the conference. Alison went to check us in and I sat with our bags, politely scanning the lobby for a bar and letting out a sigh of exhaustion that we were finally here. 

After a few minutes Alison walked back towards me and she was smiling, with a you're-not-going-to-believe-this type of expression.

"Oh God, what now?" I asked with a laugh. "Tell me they didn't give away our room."

"Oh they didn't," she said, "but they're all out of doubles and roll-aways and our room has only a queen bed. It's now a slumber party...this trip gets better and better!"

"You know, as long as they have a room, I don't even care...besides, we're both little—we can share a queen bed."

"Agreed, it's fine," she laughed. "Plus, my husband will love it when I tell him we shared a bed since he really wants me to have sex with a girl."

I laughed with her when she said it but my stomach dropped. Maybe it was the long day or the fact that I was so tired but god, it sounded hot when she smiled it out of her mouth to me and held my eyes as she laughed. 

"Want to sleep with a girl?" is pretty much what I'd heard. I'd never really looked at Alison like that but there was something in the way that she said "with a girl" that sounded erotic.

Don't get me wrong. Alison is pretty and sexy, with a tiny little body that's always made me a little jealous. She's an avid runner and it shows in her legs and she wears cute little dresses that accentuate her curves and toned lower body. I'd be lying if I said that I hadn't noticed her perfect little butt in jeans or the outline of her thong when she wore one of her clingy dresses.

We took the elevator up and found the room, dragging our bags in as we both laughed again upon seeing the one bed.

"The good news is that there are two bars in the lobby," I announced, "and I think that the plan should involve a change of clothes and another elevator ride to inspect them personally."

"Ding, ding," she said, as she unzipped her suitcase and started hanging up clothes. "I'd love a shower but I'd love a drink even more." "We can change before we go to dinner—let's just go."

We went back to the hallway, to the elevator, down the seven floors and into the bar that was just past the front desk. We both ordered white wine and exhaled again, as we started to relax and shake off the day.

"It's nice that we don't start until noon," Alison said. "We can have dinner and drinks and sleep in!" she said with mock enthusiasm, slapping my hand with hers.

"I know...good call coming in the day before—even if it almost literally killed us!'

There were a ton of people walking in and out and we were having fun watching it all go by. The wine was good and it felt like the day was behind us, as we caught up on nightmare clients and gossiped a little bit on our team back at the office. Alison said she was happy to be away from the routine for a few days and I completely agreed.

We kept laughing and ordered another glass of wine and I could feel it going through me. It was nice to be here, calm and away from home with someone who was just as happy to be out of town and escape for a bit. A nice glass of wine or three wasn't a bad thing, either.

As the wine kept going down, I was still thinking about what she said in the lobby and kept hearing my old college speech professor saying "every sarcastic remark has a bite of truth to it," like he did during his lectures.

Could she have been serious? Even a little bit? Could something happen between us in that bed? Whether it was the wine or my exhaustion, I couldn't stop thinking about it. That is, I couldn't stop thinking about the 'what if?' 

She was talking and I was looking at her lips, at her tongue that moved as she spoke. She was really pretty. Could I kiss her? I thought that maybe I could. Did I want to kiss her? I was starting to think that maybe I did.

"Hellooooo?" she said, waving her hand in front of my face, as she'd clearly asked me a question that I hadn't heard. "Are you awake?" she smiled.

"Sorry," I stammered. "I was zoning... I'm not very good company after the day we had!"

"You're just fine," she smiled, as my stomach dropped again. "But I'm tired, too. Should we just get something to eat here and plan to go out tomorrow night?"

"I was hoping you'd say that...I'm done and the thought of actually going out seems impossible."

We ordered edamame, sushi, two salads and a couple more glasses of wine each. Halfway through, Alison got up to pee and I found myself watching her butt as she walked away from the table. It felt weird to think this way about her but I wasn't really trying to stop. I swear this wasn't normal for me. Like I said, I'd been attracted to girls before and had fantasized about having sex with them but the opportunity had never presented itself and I'd pretty much pushed it from my mind as something that would never happen. 

And maybe it was still the wine but I kept thinking about sharing that bed with her, how we'd both get ready at the same time and I wondered what we'd both end up sleeping in.

She came back from the bathroom and sat down with another smile.

"What, I asked, like I'd been caught doing something I shouldn't have been doing. 

"Nothing," she smiled. "What were you thinking about while I was gone?"

"I don't know...nothing, really, why?" I said as my face started to feel warm.

"Because...I'm freaking out that I told you what my husband said about wanting me to have sex with a woman."

"Ohmygod! Don't feel weird!" I said, relieved. "I didn't even remember until you just reminded me."

"Really?" she asked.

"Yes, really," I lied, and then paused. "OK, fine...I have thought about it...it caught me off guard but it's not a big deal!"

"Oh god," she said. "Sorry—I'm totally embarrassed!"

"Nonono, don't be. I didn't say it surprised me in a bad way. I just didn't expect it." 

There was one of those awkward silences and we both looked at each other, and then away, and then back, as we briefly held each other's eyes. 

"Um, have you ever been with a girl?" I asked, surprised that I'd said it so directly, so out-loud.

"No," she paused. "I've thought about it but I was probably too tame in high school and college to go there. I think I get more daring the older I get, you know? I guess I'm a late bloomer. Have you, um, ever been with a girl?"

"No," I said. "I mean, I kissed a girl in college once but that was really for the benefit of the guys in the bar who were watching. I'll admit I've thought about it, though, once or twice," I said as I smiled.

We both fidgeted a little bit but I didn't feel embarrassed. It was exciting. Maybe it was because of the wine or being out of town but I was totally pursuing the conversation and liked that both of us we're acknowledging the desire.

The subject eventually changed again and after two more glasses of wine and twenty minutes on reality TV, we decided that it was time to go back up to the room. We were both pretty buzzed and we giggled as we walked in staggers to the elevator, off the elevator, and finally into our room. 

"Did we drink all the wine in the hotel?" I said. "Let's discuss."

"But it was good wine and that makes everything OK," she said back.

"Ha! So true!"

I fumbled with my card key and dropped it, while we laughed and leaned ourselves against the wall. The door opened and we both walked in, as it closed itself behind us.

"OK I'm taking a shower," Alison announced as she kicked off her shoes and grabbed some clothes from her bag, walking towards the bathroom while I started unpacking my things.

I heard the shower turn on and I slid my jeans off, folding them neatly as I put them in my bag. The thought was back in my head. What am I going to sleep in? I usually just wore panties and no top but had packed a t-shirt at home since I knew that we'd be sharing a room. I pulled both from my bag and quickly realized that the six glasses of wine were looking for a way out.

I knocked lightly on the bathroom door as I cracked it open.

"I have to pee," I said sheepishly as I waited for an answer, hopping from foot to foot just outside the door.

"Come pee!" she laughed as I swung open the door and took three steps to the toilet.

I exhaled as I sat and, as I started to go, I looked up to see Alison in the shower. The doors were glass and while I hadn't planned it, I was sitting six feet from my completely nude co-worker, looking at that naked butt that I'd visualized countless times through her jeans.

Her body was tan and her head was under the faucet, as the water poured through her hair and down her body. I had never seen Alison naked before; she was beautiful. Her skin was wet and smooth and I have to admit that the sight of another woman showering immediately turned me on, as the steam rose out the top of sliding glass doors, while I took a quick breath of air in through my mouth. 

Her boobs were smaller than mine, likely a B cup, and her nipples were a light pink, pointy and longer than mine. I had a C cup and a darker pink with thick nipples and areolas that fit my size, about as big around as a half dollar. 

Her body really was perfect and I was looking at her chest, staring at her nipples. They were long and sexy and stood out, and I wondered what it'd be like to touch them. I thought about how I'd put my mouth on them and wondered if her nipples were as sensitive as mine. There were few things better than having my nipples sucked and it was always something that I'd fantasized about doing to another woman. 

Her bush was wet with water and though mine is a little darker, we both have tightly trimmed pubic hair covering our business from top to bottom. My eyes moved down and I was staring at her hair as the water passed through, thinking about what it would look like up close, when I realized that I'd been done peeing for a while and was simply zoning out on her naked body.

I was clearly buzzed as I wiped and stood up to flush, as she looked at me from the side of her eyes and smiled as I left the bathroom. I wanted to look at her but didn't. I could feel my heart beating as I walked out the door, thinking about my own upcoming shower. 

I heard the water stop and, after a few minutes, Alison came out of the shower wrapped in her towel and walked to her bag, presumably to get ready for bed.

"My turn," I said as I got up, grabbed my panties and shirt, and walked past her to the bathroom.

I went in and closed the door, pulling a towel from the shelf and turning my body to twist the water on. I moved back to the mirror and unbuttoned my shirt, peeling it off and letting it fall to the floor.

As I unhooked my bra and dropped it, I noticed Alison's panties in her bundle of clothes on the floor. I started thinking about how she had looked in the shower, and without thinking, I picked up her panties.

I began to turn them inside out but then dropped them, realizing what I was doing. What was I doing? But I didn't stop. Before I knew it, I picked them back up again and stared at them.

They were warm. I had the thought of this being wrong again but I couldn't resist. I didn't want to resist. I brought them to my face and lightly rubbed them there, barely touching my nose to the warm crotch area, as I gently inhaled. I was completely turned on and I felt my pussy starting to get wet at the idea that I was breathing in Alison's pussy.

I dropped her panties, peeled my panties off and jumped into the shower. And as much as I wanted to get myself off, I resisted, afraid she'd hear me from the other side of the door.

After a while I finished and climbed out of the shower to towel off, patting myself down and brushing out my hair. I wrapped the towel that was almost big enough around me and opened the door to the room, clicking off the bathroom light as I left.

"Best shower ever," I said as I walked past her, as she reclined on the bed and looked through a magazine, while I moved towards my bag on the floor by the far wall.

"I know, it was well-earned after our day of planes!" she laughed.

She was stretched out on top of the covers, wearing light blue cotton panties and a white tank top, with her legs crossed at her ankles, as she continued to turn pages.

I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra and could see that her nipples were a little bit hard. I wanted to stare, but I didn't.

I pulled my bag to the top of the dresser and as I did, I felt my towel loosen and then come un-tucked, as it started to fall from my upper body. I'm sure it was the wine making me brave but I didn't try to stop it, as it fell from my chest to my mid-section and then dropped lower, where it caught for a second on my hips, before finally falling to the floor. 

I was standing there naked, with my back to Alison, and I felt butterflies in my stomach while I looked for my own panties and t-shirt. If she was looking, she was seeing my uncovered butt, and had the same view that I'd had of her when she was showering. It turned me on to think that she might be looking at me.

I fumbled around the bag and still found nothing.

"Ummm," I said as I turned my head to her without turning my body. "You haven't seen a pair of white panties and a yellow t-shirt anywhere around here, have you?" 

"Nooo," she said, in a deeper voice than I'd heard her use before. "Wait...didn't you take them into the bathroom?"

"Oh, right...I just love wine!" I laughed, as I turned and walked past her to the bathroom, as she wore an embarrassed smirk on her face.

I grabbed my panties and shirt off the counter and walked back into the room, taking my time as I stood facing her, pretending to look for something else at the foot of the bed. I looked up and saw that she was watching me, first at my tits and then lower as I saw her eyes travel down my body to my bush.

I smiled.

"You're checking me out, aren't you?" I said flirtatiously, as her eyes shot back up to meet mine.

"What?" she said, immediately defensive in her tone and quickly turning back to her magazine. "No I wasn't...I swear, I was just zoning...I'm really tired."

"Uh-huh," I smiled, as I turned back to my bag and pretended to look in it for something else.

She paused for a moment.

"Fine!" she said, as her arm bounced off her leg in mock frustration. "I was totally checking you out but it's your fault because you brought it up at dinner and now I can stop thinking about it!"

I smiled and faced her again, letting my guard down further as my eyes narrowed on her. I was so exposed in front her, my naked body on display and my lust becoming more and more obvious. I could see the lust in her drunk eyes, too, and I was completely turned on and immediately felt myself starting to getting wet again.

Was this going to happen?

"I don't care if you look," I said. "And if we're being honest...I was looking at you while you were in the shower so fair is fair. If you want to check me out, then you should just check me out," I said, as if to dare her to make the next move.

After a pause she said: 

"Then maybe I will." 

"Maybe you will," I returned.

"Fair is fair," she teased.

She paused again.

"Come over here," she said finally, as she moved forward, leaning up from the headboard.

I walked over to the bed, still naked, and sat on the edge of it, just a couple of feet from her. She inched closer to me and our bodies were a foot apart, as I heard her take a quick breath and blink with that same embarrassed smile on her face.

She looked down at my chest, smiling again as she measured me with her eyes, finally bringing them back up to catch mine. She looked back down at my tits, and I could feel my nipples start to get hard at the attention. 

"You can touch them if you want," I said, breathy in my voice, hoping that she'd reach out and feel my skin.

Her fingers reached across her body and she turned her hand over, as her fingernails brushed across my right nipple, while my eyes closed and my head tilted back slightly. She turned her hand over and her two fingers and thumb pulled from my areola and gently closed on my now rock hard nipple, as a jolt of excitement shot through my pussy.

With my eyes still closed I heard myself moan "that feels really good," while she gently pulled my nipple with her three fingers, as I felt myself getting even more wet.

I open my eyes and saw her looking at my face with her mouth slightly open and I instinctively leaned towards her and she met me in the middle, as our lips touched and lightly pushed against each other. We held them together for a few seconds and I couldn't wait any longer, as I gently pushed my tongue past her lips, as our mouths pressed harder together.

She let out a little moan of her own as our tongues started to twist into each other, and, as we picked up speed, I reached my fingers to the back of her neck and pulled her towards me, kissing her deeper with my tongue. I was so wet and my nipples were stiff as I pulled her even closer and let out audible sigh, while our chests pressed together and our tongues tasted each other's mouth.

She leaned back and her fingers were still on my nipple, pulling it and caressing it like an expert, as I reached out my hand to the top of her shirt, feeling both her tits as my fingers swept across the front of her tank top.

She palmed my whole boob with her hand and squeezed, as her five fingers gently pulled across it, stopping together at my nipple, as I started to touch her nipples through the thin material of her tank top. I reached higher and pulled the front of it down, moving my mouth away from hers in time to see the pink of her nipples.




The Business Trip



"Can we take this off?" I said, pulling at her tiny top, as she took her hand off my chest and yanked her shirt off in one motion. 

Her nipples were rock hard and sticking out and I immediately reached out to touch the left one with my hand. It was perfect and warm and I felt her jump when my fingers touched her areola and pulled at the nipple. She quickly reached back to my right boob and was again caressing my nipple with her thumb.

Alison leaned forward and gently took my nipple into her mouth, as I exhaled an "uh" from my throat and put my hand to the back of her head to pull her closer. She started slowly, surrounding my hard nipple with her lips as she slid on it back and forth, pulling it in and out of her mouth. It felt unbelievable and I closed my eyes, exhaling, as my shoulders dropped.

I looked back down at her and the visual was completely sexy. Alison was sucking and caressing my tits, spreading her saliva across my chest and making sensual noises with her mouth. To this day, it remains one of the most erotic sights of my life.

After a few minutes she pulled away and looked up at me with a smile. I was so wet and turned on and I knew there was no going back.

"My turn," I whispered, as I pushed her back on the bed and leaned into her, as we kissed each other again, as my lips moved down to her neck where I continued to kiss her, finally putting my mouth down her shoulder and to her nipple. 

I ran my tongue across it and could feel how hard it was, as I used my lips to suck it inside my mouth. I heard her moan from inside her chest as I pulled at it with my tongue, lapping it back and forth and sucking it in and out of my mouth. I moved from the right to the left, back and forth, soaking both nipples with my mouth and tongue, as Alison's hands moved from the back of my head to my neck, and down further to the top of my back.

"You're really good at that," she said quietly, stroking my temple with the backs of her fingers.

I sucked her nipples harder, pressing them between my lips and flicking my tongue across them. I'd cover them completely with my mouth, and then close in a circle, pressing her nipple with the thick part of my tongue, slowly pulling my way back until they'd pop out of my mouth. Her breathing was quick and I knew she was enjoying it.

I finally pulled off and sat back up on the edge of the bed, keeping my hand on her shoulder. Alison was prone but she reached her head back up, leaning her mouth again towards my nipple.

Her reach was a strain and the angle was awkward, so I slipped my legs off the short bed and squatted on my knees so her mouth was perfectly aligned with my nipples. She licked and sucked them, turning her shoulders to caress whichever one she wasn't focusing on with her mouth, while my hand slid down my body and onto my own naked and wet pussy.

As I touched myself I looked down the bed to her stomach and then past it to her light blue panties. I was overcome with desire, as my fingers slipped further through my own juices and I stared at her crotch. I pulled my hand away from myself and reached my wet fingers across her hip and to her stomach, sliding them to the elastic of her panties, and finally passed above it and resting my hand and all four fingers on top of her covered pussy, as I pressed my palm and fingers down firmly.

I paused and turned to look at her and saw her looking at me, with an expression of excitement and lust that told me to continue.

Her panties were damp and I could feel how slippery she was as she turned and arched her hips closer to my hand, moving her legs up on the balls of her feet, as she continued to lick at my nipple.

I pulled my hand back up to the elastic of her panties and pushed the tips of my fingers underneath it. Alison paused on my nipple, pulling back and looking at me again, while the soles of her feet pushed together and her knees spread out. I could feel her pubic hair and the heat of her pussy, as I stood taller on my knees, moving to my feet in a squat so I could reach her, as I leaned my body towards the foot of the bed and pushed my hands down past her pubic hair and on to her pussy. She sighed loudly and I heard her whisper "god yes, Kari," as she lifted up her hips from the bed and pulled her panties off with both hands.

Finally, we were both completely naked, with her prone on the bed and my feet on the floor, half standing and leaning down her body with my hand moving across her slippery pussy.

I brushed my middle finger across her clit and felt her jump, as I pushed lower and slowly slid it inside of her. She was soaking wet and my finger easily started moving in and out, back and forth, up and down, slowly and deliberately, as the middle of my thumb rubbed her clit; I was as wet as she was, and so turned on at the thought that I was fingering another woman. I slid a second finger in her and rolled both of them together, with an upside down 'come here' motion that made her breathing get louder.

I was watching my hand move across her crotch and saw my fingers appear, disappear and then reappear again, making sloshing noises with each movement. It was sexy and I knew what was going to happen next.

I had to taste her.

I stood higher on my feet, moving up on my toes without leaving the spot on the floor, as I bent down and started to kiss her hip bone and then her thigh, leading with my tongue to the top of her hairline, as my right hand steadied me on the bed.

I pushed her thigh out and her leg into an L shape to spread her open and stood higher in my squat, bending over and in to kiss her inner thigh, as the scent of her womanhood filled my nostrils and my fingers continued to pass in and out of her soaking wet pussy. Her legs were squirming as her hips arched up again, as she pushed her pussy harder into my hand, knowing that my mouth was getting closer to pressing on to her. My heart was racing. 

I pulled my fingers out of her and put them in my mouth, tasting her as I sighed again and said: "you taste good," while she reached her hand forward and underneath me and ran her fingers back to my nipples.

My face was inches from her and I parted her lips with my fingers and pulled her other leg with my hand, passionately leaning down for my first taste of another woman. It was wet and tangy, and as erotic as I'd ever imagined.

I pushed my mouth on her pussy, pressing the sides with the top of my tongue and then back down, licking up and down again and from side to side, and turning my tongue as I went.

As I licked I felt Alison's fingers leave my boob and rub across the small of my back, down my ass, onto my cheek, and then underneath, towards my dripping pussy. I shifted my feet to open my stance, to give her access to me. I felt her three fingers pass by the opening of my pussy, dancing across my lips as she started to part them, pushing a finger deep inside of me. It felt amazing and it slid all the way down, as she slowly and gently fingered me with her index finger, while I continued to lick her pussy from top to bottom, using my hands to push her legs open wider, as she continued to push her hips into my mouth. 

After a few minutes I felt her finger pull out of me and reverse course, back past my ass and away from my skin. And then, as if I could get any more turned on, I heard her open her mouth and sigh, followed by the sound of her sucking her own fingers.

"You taste good, too," she said as her voice broke and her hand ran back to my ass and across my crack, to my other cheek and then outside and above it, with her palm flat on the outside of my ass and her fingers on my hip. 

Her hand pulled at my lower body, gently nudging me towards her and I started to talk and said "Oh god you want me to..." but my voice trailed off with lust. 

I immediately rose and put my left knee on the bed and lifted my right leg over her chest, as I squatted and lowered my wet pussy onto her face, settling on her mouth in a 69. I adjusted and slowly let my weight fall towards the ground, while her hands cupped my ass cheeks and pulled me lower, while I extended and pushed my ass and pussy towards her, pressing them both to her face. 

My feet and legs pushed back so I could get lower on her, but the whole time I could feel Alison's tongue licking, from side to side and inside of me, as her own legs spread wide to pull me in lower, as I focused with my head turned upside down and my entire mouth open and licking across her soaking wet pussy. 

She was realty good at it, licking in rhythm on my clit, while tightly gripping my ass cheeks and not allowing me to pull away from her mouth, as she focused harder in on me. She started to distract me from my own licking because her tongue kept hitting the right spot, ever so slowly gaining speed, as I felt my orgasm building and my feet and legs start to gently shake.

I lifted my mouth and chin from her pussy, and then my shoulders went up, pushing my chest out as my back curved taller, as I did a slow pushup from the bed, with my hands anchored on the bedspread between Alison's open legs. I kept on sitting up on her, arching as the perfect angle on my clit and wide-open pussy kept coming in faint but growing charges through my body. As we both shifted her head pulled back from me, as she inched her shoulders back on the floor, as I lifted my butt up slightly, while we both repositioned. 

I threw my head back as my torso was completely vertical, as I balanced on my knees and shins and the tops of my feet, as I let my ass fall, dropping my entire lower body weight to just an inch above Alison's face, as I felt her hands on my butt, guiding me lower to her tongue that licked from the front, gently past my clit, and through the middle of my pussy, slowly across my butthole and then back again in reverse, finally stopping on my clit where she re-focused with her lips and tongue.

My body weight was completely on her and while I was sitting on her face, I started to come almost immediately, as my body began to shake and I heard myself quietly say "I'm coming," while I started to get light-headed, wondering if I'd pass out, with Alison's mouth still sucking hard on my pussy. 

My body continued to shake and tingle, as I had one of the most intense orgasms of my life, beginning small, until my skin pulsed from head to toe, and my arms shook while they kept me upright, as my hands moved off the bed and squeezed the skin on Alison's thighs in passion, while I tried to keep my balance on top of her.

The wave passed through me and I collapsed onto Alison, breathing heavily, while my body continued to pulsate, as she leaned her head forward and continued to lightly and gently run her tongue across the back of my pussy and ass cheeks.

I took another breath and lifted my legs over her and landed on my back beside her, while she wiped my juices from her face with her tank top and smiled, with me finally turning around so our bodies were again facing the same way. 

I draped my arm across her chest, leaning over her body and we kissed again, long and slow with our tongues intertwined and our lips soft and pushing, as we continued to breathe heavily.

"That was incredible," I managed, as I pulled away from her mouth and fell with my ear on her chest, as the skin on our thighs pressed against each other, while we continued to catch our breath.

"Just, wow," she said. "That's all I've got," as she laughed a spent giggle.

I blinked my eyes open and closed, knowing that we were just warming up and that I was going to go down on her from the front, to get a better angle of her and to get a real taste of her juices, while bringing her the same orgasm that she had brought me to. 

"Fair is fair," I said with a laugh, as I turned and gently brought my lips back to her nipple, while my hand traveled down to her pussy and I again slid my finger gently inside of her, while her juices started flowing into my hand again immediately. 

Alison sighed and I smiled, thinking about how wild and sexy this whole thing had been, while I kissed down her body, past her stomach and pubic hair and onto her pussy. 

I closed my eyes as I reached for her with my tongue, as I put my hands under her ass and she lifted her hips, while I again touched her pussy with my mouth, smiling in my mind at the thought that we'd only been in Chicago for just a few hours.

Eventually, we both fell asleep naked together and got ready for the conference the next day, without either of us having any embarrassment or regret in the morning. We talked about it all before we left Chicago and decided that we'd keep it all to ourselves, that we'd remain good friends and not let things get weird between us and we've totally kept that promise. 

If nothing else, it's been an exciting secret that we've both held, shared briefly and occasionally in staff meetings and through eye contact and smirks, when a random topic took us back to the memory.

But, I'd be lying if I told you that the first night in Chicago was the end of our fun. I realized early the next day that we still had two more nights in that hotel room and in that queen bed together. I thought about that most of the day and am sure she did, too. I won't lie and tell you that we only used the bed for sleeping those last two nights. 

It was an amazing trip and the experience of a lifetime, and one that I revisit often in my fantasies. Maybe I'll write about the rest of our trip in chapter two.