17 comments/ 44949 views/ 4 favorites Business Travel By: equs64 I used to travel a lot when I was moved from the Engineering department into Sales. I had that rare combination of technical skills but also the ability to communicate unlike some of my fellow workers. We were sent to corporate training facilities and would go for 2 to 4 weeks and went through training every day including Saturdays and Sundays. We had corporate housing in a large condo development owned by the company. It was fun in the summertime with several pools and sand volleyball courts spaced throughout the development. We were now in the second weekend of training and the company had sprung for Margarita stations, kegs of beer, a DJ and barbecue for the Saturday evening. Lights were coming on around the pool and volleyball pit as the sun went down on a gorgeous summer evening. Most of us were getting slightly drunk after all the sweating and drinking in the July sun so the dozen or so remaining headed for the pool. We hung out and drank and chatted and soon there were six of us, including Sarah and Amy – two girls from the Atlanta office I had become friends with. I was almost certain the two guys with us were attracted to them and maybe even were fooling around. John was from the Houston office and had been obviously flirting with me during the week. He knew I was married but I found out that a lot of cheating went on during these weeks away from home. It was now almost midnight so we filled pitchers with the remaining margaritas and carried them off. Sarah and I were in the same two-bedroom condo and had a great view over the lake and golf course so we invited Amy and the three guys back to our condo if they wanted. Steve and Amy begged off but John and Walt (he was in the Omaha office) came back. I went in to my room for a cover-up to put over my bikini and then Sarah and I went into the kitchen to cut some cheese for crackers to snack on. She teased me about John, telling me that he was mine for the taking. I smiled and went back to the deck with snacks and drinks on a tray. The two loveseats on the covered porch left me sitting next to John. My mind raced thinking about having sex with someone new. I was physically attracted to his body I found, especially in the margarita – induced state that made me slightly drunk and definitely horny. I was planning on a quiet masturbation session later that night when I went to bed. We listened to music and Sarah urged us to dance a couple of slow ones. I was hesitant but she was insistent and after a bit I felt silly sitting there watching them. I pulled John and up and joined them. I had to admit his body against mine felt yummy. His dark skin against mine was visually exciting. His shoulders and chest were well developed and his stomach taut. I was fairly certain I could feel a bulge through his swimming trunks as we danced. Dancing has always been a type of foreplay with me and this was no different. I could feel a slight increase in my heart rate and tingling between my legs as my nipples hardened under the bikini top. After 4 or 5 songs we retreated into the living room and flipped on the oldies station out of Atlanta. Suddenly Sarah announced she was calling it a night and grabbed Walt's hand to lead him away. I felt like I had been set-up. This was certainly awkward now with just the two of us and me tugging with my conscience and my hunger for sex. I guessed John sensed the moment as I noticed his hand had strayed to my leg just below where the oversized white shirt draped. I glanced from my legs to his face and he was watching my reaction. I gave him a kind of nervous look that said neither yes nor no. But he noticed that I did not push his hand away. The room seemed to be spinning now as I heard some song by Meat Loaf playing in the background. The only light in the room came from the muted television and from the spillover from the kitchen as we sat at the end of this sofa alone. He watched my face as his fingertips lightly touched the front of my shoulders. Again he watched and I gave him a neutral reaction. He did both sides very slowly and I guess was waiting to see if I objected. He began to press at the base of my throat now and palms were flat on my upper chest just above my cleavage. Moving downward and slightly over his palm now rested on the top of my breast. He lifted his hand up slightly and I thought he was backing off since I was not exactly encouraging this, but then I watched as he tenderly cupped my breast in his hand. I felt his fingertip tracing around my nipple. I moaned with pleasure, giving him the green light he wanted. My breasts are a very sensitive part of my body and my nipples especially so. I moaned once more and slid my hand down his shorts. I knew I wanted to fuck. I pulled his face to mine and his tongue went deeply into my mouth while his strong black hands roamed my body. He unbuttoned the last few buttons on my blouse and pulled it off my shoulders. He reached behind and unhooked my top and pulled it free of my tits. His once gentle touches now turned into a mauling of my tits as my moans came rushing out. I was getting more and more excited. Then he tugged the bikini bottom down and off my legs. He pulled away from me and stripped off his t-shirt. He had muscles bulging everywhere, a deep broad chest and the most muscular thighs imaginable. I reached over and pulled down his shorts and could hardly believe my eyes when that black cock – fully erect - leapt out. He dropped back on the sofa next to me and I slid the dome into my mouth. I licked and sucked as he grabbed my tits hanging down. As much as I wanted to feel him squirting into my mouth, I was really just crazy with desire to watch it slide into my pussy. As if reading my mind, John pulled me off his cock and turned me over on my stomach. Men have viewed my ass as my best asset and he was no different. His tongue licked the crack of my ass from one end to the other before he plunged his tongue into it, which was already slick with juices from my pussy. I grabbed a pillow and slid it under me to prop my ass up a bit higher as I felt his strong hands grabbing my ass cheeks as he licked me deeper. A pause in the tonguing caused me to turn around and I watched with lust as he positioned his mammoth cock for entry. He introduced the head to my pussy and sunk the entire length into me in one easy movement. I was shocked that I had taken him so easily. Once it was fully home he began a slow fuck motion which allowed me to see his shaft slick with my juices. As he pumped me from behind, I reached with my fingers back to my pussy and rubbed myself while he fucked me. This was going to be quick. My body was receptive to my touches and his plunges and I felt my orgasm building as I begged him to fuck me harder. I rubbed my clit, urging him on. Let it come baby I panted. Soon I was hitting my climax and knew he would soon follow. I turned to watch the muscles in his neck, chest and shoulders tighten and then he moaned loudly and I felt him unloading deep inside me. With a final few thrusts he gasped and dropped his entire weight on me and I felt the sweat from his body mingle with my own. We seemed to lie there forever but it was only a couple of minutes and he slowly extracted his still hard cock from my pussy. However, that was only the beginning of the night. I stood up and took his hand and led him into my bedroom where I turned on the shower where we soaped each other's bodies before he led me to the bathroom vanity in front of the mirror....I asked him to wait while I went into my dresser for some lingerie and to get my camera. But that is another story. Business Travel Katie Evans hadn't quite planned for this, to be leaning over a magazine counter in a public book store with an older man's massive cock twitching against her firm, athletic ass cheeks that were barely covered by the very short black miniskirt. Katie had landed in Philadelphia earlier than expected on her flight from Chicago Midway Airport and had headed straight to her hotel room near King of Prussia Mall to partake in one of her favorite pastimes while on business travel: dressing in provocative clothing and cock-teasing strange men in public venues. Katie was a regional VP for one of the higher-end fashion retailers in the country, and during the holiday season it was not uncommon for Katie to be on a new flight virtually every day. On this particular trip, Katie's arrival in late afternoon instead of late evening gave her a few welcome hours to 'play'. Immediately upon her arrival at the Hyatt where she had a reservation for the night, Katie quickly changed from her knee-high business suit skirt into the shortest, tightest mini that she owned, replaced her comfortable two-inch heels with four-inch fuck-me stiletto pumps, and tucked her long auburn hair up into a bun to augment the Sarah Palin-type eyeglasses that she also adorned to achieve the desired effect. Ambitious businesswoman meets slutty librarian. At a young-looking thirty-one years old, five-foot six and one hundred and twenty two pounds, with a thin, shapely, fit body worthy of the former collegiate volleyball player that she was, Katie didn't need much extra help to naturally turn heads. But ever since her break-up with her long-term boyfriend several months ago, which he mainly attributed to her hectic work demands, Katie had taken extreme delight in fostering her latent exhibitionist tendencies when she traveled to new cities. She got off on seeing the attention that she derived from men in rather innocent public venues such as restaurants and malls by giving them lingering glimpses of her long legs or ample cleavage, and then she would go back to her room and finger herself into several orgasms before waking early to start another busy day in the hustle-bustle world of retail during the holiday season. She hadn't been fucked in weeks, but she was having great sex, Katie reasoned. Today, due to the friendly assistance from the Southwest Airlines male gate attendant who was mesmerized by Katie's brown eyes with flecks of green and had put her on the earlier flight, Katie had those several hours of extra play time, and she decided that the spacious Borders Book Store was as a good a place as any for her games this evening. It was barely six o'clock, and after Katie had literally gulped down two glasses of merlot in the Hyatt's lobby, taking advantage of the free happy hour, she was loose, relaxed and already moist between the legs. Katie had already succeeded in garnering the attention of more than a few men during the brief time she was in the store, but the pickings were disappointingly slim so far. Most of tonight's book store patrons were either elderly men or teenagers or college-age kids who drooled over their respective whiskers and acne as they ogled Katie's firm tits and tight ass wandering through the aisles aimlessly. In fact, Katie was just about to leave to go find a bistro in the Mall for her third glass of vino when she saw.....him. And, with him, came......it. Most guys who were lucky enough to get a long, lingering view under one of Katie's short skirts got a look in their eyes that appeared to be a combination of surprise, followed by apprehension. Although these guys generally took the opportunity to enjoy the view, they often appeared shy or embarrassed when they looked up and saw Katie looking right into their eyes, and at that point, most of them would look away. He was instantly different than almost every other man in that he did not turn his head, pretending not to be looking or not wanting to be caught staring at Katie's subtle displays of flirtatious sexuality. No, rather he stood at the end of the aisle, mere feet away from Katie as she flicked the pages of Cosmopolitan when she saw him out of the corner of her eye. He looked old enough to almost be Katie's father, yet fit enough to challenge Katie in her triathlon training sessions. His hair was much more salt than pepper, but it was his eyes that Katie first noticed. Deep green, sea green, and he made no pretense whatsoever that he was visually undressing Katie with a penetrating, exotic stare. His thin lips curled into a small smirk and he nodded his head almost imperceptibly downward as he realized that Katie was now returning his admiring gaze. Initially confused, Katie followed his nod down until she saw.....it. "Holy Fucking Shit" was the first voice that rang deep in the head of the pretty young lady from the Rocky Mountains, clanging against her skull with the resonance of a church tower bell echoing throughout the mountain valleys. The handsome man's tan suit trousers twitched like a flagpole in a hefty bay breeze, a thick mast of man flesh protruding prominently through the thin material of his pants and seemingly growing by the second. He HAS to have a device in there of some kind, a sock, SOMETHING, Katie thought at first. Either that or it was a goddamned optical illusion. No cock could possibly be THAT big. Could it? Katie kept staring at his crotch, determined to find out, when she first heard his soft, deep, hypnotic voice. "Lavender," he said simply. Katie almost jumped at the surprise of the hypnotic sound, her eyes now flickering wildly from his eyes, to his crotch, and back to his eyes, then down again. Christ, it's STILL fucking growing, I can't believe it. "Um.....wha.......uh, pardon me...?" It was all that Katie could stammer, feeling her already flushed face and chest turn to fire. The handsome stranger walked slowly towards Katie, who resisted the instinct to backpedal, but unconsciously crossed her arms over her chest, trying not to let the man see that she was trembling slightly, such was the effect that his presence, and that monstrous make-believe (or was it?)dick, had already caused within her. "Your thong. It's lavender. I wouldn't have guessed." He was almost upon her now and she turned just a bit to the right, protectively, no longer the predator but transformed into the prey. He was so close now she could feel his warm breath on her neck, her skin rising in small goosebumps. He smelled like spearmint, delicious, fresh, a hint of musky cologne wafting into Katie's nostrils, now flared like a trapped feline's. He ever so gently placed two strong hands on each of Katie's hips, but not in a threatening way, and moved her torso so that he was directly behind her now, his pelvis grazing her buttocks. It was the manner of a father teaching a young girl how to balance herself on her new bicycle, now devoid of training wheels. He was about to take her for a ride, Katie decided, so what the hell, just let him drive. He whispered in her ear. "I would have guessed black silk." His lips almost touched her earlobe. "Or none at all." Katie shuddered, feeling her knees begin to fail their responsibility of holding up the rest of her body. His hands pressed just a little more firmly on Katie's slender hips. "Bend over again." Katie wanted to snap her head back and release his hold at this brazen demand, but she was paralyzed...by...what? Fear? Uncertainty? Curiosity? Or lust? "Bend over...wha....?" She repeated her stammering. I'm beginning to sound like Elmer Fudd, Katie thought to herself, trying to make herself laugh inwardly to calm her rattled nerves. His voice was calm, soothing, like sweet cough syrup that Mom would give you to make it ALL better. "Bend over again, like you did to pick up the magazine." He glanced at the article that Katie had chosen to peruse, something about how to give better oral to your man. "Interesting choice of reading material," he chuckled into her ear. "Now, please, bend over, I'll support you." And as Katie did just that, the story of the night of her life was to begin. She gingerly placed the magazine back on the bottom rack, her skirt riding up high to reveal the lace of her thigh-high stocking tips, and she felt the man's impossibly large and hard cock fall into her ass crack just as seamlessly as pieces of a jigsaw puzzle would fit together. It felt hot, hard, oh sooooo long, and it evoked a stream of Katie's love nectar to cascade down into the lacy seam of her tiny thong, saturating it. He pressed his pelvis forward just as Katie leaned her ass back into his cock, and with that subtle gesture, he knew she was his. She rocked her backside into the titanium-like shaft of this sophisticated stranger's big dick, and just as she was about to take herself on an impromptu cowgirl-like dry hump ride, he placed his hands on her wrists and pulled her up against him, and he slid a business card into one palm. Without a word, and without looking back at her, he walked slowly toward a plush leather chair in a reading area, and as Katie watched him, breathing so heavily now that her chest heaved, he motioned with another subtle nod of his head that she should read the card. Katie looked at the name. Jonathan Stinson. She glanced at the card long enough to see that he was president of some LLC or something and it included his office and cell phone number, but when she flipped the card over, he saw his scrawled handwriting. "Sit across from me. Text me. Let's play your game." She looked up to see the man gesturing toward another chair across from his own, perhaps fifteen feet away. He spread his legs in a way so that only Katie could see the bulge, that HUGE fucking bulge, still dancing in his suit pants' lap. Like a puppy in obedience training, Katie wobbled on shaky legs to the chair and snapped her blackberry open. She tapped on the keys with adrenalin-fueled ferocity as she eased herself into the chair. Jonathan's eyes never once wavered from her body as her legs parted just enough to again reveal her light purple panty, now coated with her internal streams of arousal. "Whew!!! Who the fuck r u anyway, Mr. Jonathan Stinson!!??!!" She demanded electronically, trying to come across violated, disgusted, but realizing she was dripping with desire, which he no doubt sensed as well. Her fantasy had taken a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree turn tonight, that was for sure. Jonathan smiled when he heard the buzz on his own device signaling the receipt of her text message. He did not attack the keys frantically as Katie had just done, but instead, he slowly, almost with methodical and measured calm, replied to her message with his neatly manicured fingertips massaging the keyboard. Katie impatiently waited for, then hastily read, the simple inquiry. "What is your name, beautiful one?" Katie took notice that the older man carefully spelled out every word. He did not lapse into the abbreviated syntax that was so common with the younger texters. Somehow, this had a calming effect on Katie, who by now was damn near palpating in the chair with a myriad of emotions, all of then sexually-charged. She smiled despite herself as she hit the tiny keys, much less demonstrative this time. "Katie. My name is Katie Evans." He waited for his acknowledgment with his own smile at her before she hastily forwarded another text. She moved at a different pace than Jonathan, at least when it came to dexterity of texting fingers, anyway. "And, BTW, do u always introduce yourself to women by asking them to bend over? His expression was like that of a bemused teacher listening to a kindergarten pupil incorrectly recite her ABC's. It felt like decades to Katie as she watched him ever so deliberately tap the keys. "Occasionally, yes. You didn't seem to mind. And, is it Katherine or Kathleen?" Katie was taken aback by this innocuous enough ice-breaker, especially coming from a strange man who just had his dick massaging her skirt-covered anus. She nearly giggled at the cute absurdity of it all. Jonathan noticed her delight. It made his dick even harder. He was going to take his time in reeling her in, but she was hooked. "It's Kathleen Marie Evans, if you must know. From Highlands Ranch, Colorado." His eyes narrowed a bit as Katie watched him read her own introduction. His response came more quickly this time. "Unbutton another button on your blouse, Kathleen Marie." Katie felt her pussy tingle as she read. She raised her eyes and wanted to look directly into his as a display of compliance in their mutual game of seduction, but when she looked up, she saw that he was surreptitiously rubbing his cock, which now appeared to stretch almost to mid-thigh and looked as thick as a loaf of bread. Another trickle of Katie's juices ran from her slit as she unsnapped a button while staring at the monster, trying to imagine what it would feel like, taste like, when her Blackberry yelped once more. "Very nice. Now another one." Katie's head snapped up from his crotch, and her expression this time was somewhat panicked. In the background, she saw an elegant woman seated at the coffee and snack bar counter now staring at Katie's partially exposed cleavage. She turned her gaze back to Jonathan, who glared at her as if she were a petulant child. She shook her head 'no' at him, pleading at him with doe-like eyes. He was unmoved, and when she did not acquiesce within ten seconds, he got off from the chair as if to leave. Despite herself, Katie squealed audibly, momentarily forgetting and forsaking their text dialogue. "No, wait!" He stopped but continued to glare down at her, and the amazing package stretching through his pants was motivation enough for Katie's sudden change of heart. The moisture welling in her tear ducts was now enough to rival that of the humidity emanating from deep within her cunt, but she lowered her head and undid a fourth button on her silk blouse, so that the tops of her bra cups on both of her full, freckled breasts were about three-quarters out of her blouse. She nearly convulsed with a combination of desire, submission, and mortification. She was a captive prisoner within her own game now, choreographed by a true master of mental domination. He sat down with deliberate movements, and grinned reassuringly at her, knowing instinctively that she was at the edge, and he did not want to push her too far. Her glasses began to fog from the small tears that she tried to sniff back into hiding. She heard another buzz and read the message, glancing down to see that her tits had essentially spilled out of her blouse. Katie could plainly see both of her erect, bubble-gum-pink nipples poking into her bra cups like tiny bullets. "Please, Katie, relax, you are beautiful. Please take off your glasses. I want to see your eyes." Katie found the timing of this particular request more than ironic considering her tits might as well have been on the 75% off rack, but she took the glasses off of the bridge of her pert nose and tucked them into her snug hip pocket. The texts were coming rapid-fire now. "Now your hair. Let your hair fall." Katie did so happily, hoping the waterfall of deep red curls would sufficiently cover at least some of her exposed tits. "Now the lavender panties." Katie's eyes lit up, this time with indignation, but he held up a finger and brought it to his lips in a hushing motion. "No, not here. Go to the unisex restroom in the hallway behind you. Please." Maybe it was the politeness that convinced Kathleen Marie Evans, or maybe it was the opportunity to adjust and partially conceal her boobs dangling perilously from her blouse, now unbuttoned nearly to the navel, but Katie scurried to the restroom with alacrity. Under normal circumstances, despite her recently discovered penchant for public exhibitionism, Katie couldn't ever envision herself willingly going to a public bathroom under a stranger's orders to remove her thong, but this at least would give her a few moments of privacy to compose herself before things spiraled even further out of hand. On the other hand, God, did she ever long for that fabulous cock. It had been too long, and this looked like one for the history books. The coterie of septuagenarian males and barely-pubescent boys scattered throughout the store watched in fascination as the gorgeous redhead with the bouncing breasts falling into their line of vision virtually sprinted to the hallway, another flash of pale, firm, freckled tits escaping from the blouse with each hurried stride. Jonathan himself watched the scene with delight, waited for perhaps thirty seconds, hit another few buttons of his cell phone, and then leisurely made his way to the small corridor. He opened the unlocked door to the small janitor's closet, and extracted the sign with the transparent suction cups adhered to the sign so that it could be displayed on the door. The sign read, "Restroom Closed For Cleaning." He glanced over his shoulder as he stuck the sign on the door, with Katie as the occupant within, tugged at his thick nine-and-a-half inch cock, and quietly knocked on the door, whispering through the jamb, "Katie, let me in, please." The door opened just a crack after a slight pause, and Katie's hand reached out, grabbed Jonathan's own wrist, and pulled him forcefully through the door into the cramped restroom. She had been expecting him. She dangled and twirled the thong between two fingers as she pulled her face to his and kissed him long and deep and passionately, and then Katie turned and placed her palms on the counter of the sink, reached back to hike up her skirt, revealing her beautiful milky white buttocks and a glistening pink pussy peeking through her parted legs, then grabbed Jonathan's dragon and began to yank down his zipper. Her beautiful brown-green eyes blazed as she assumed the position and barked out her own order as she saw his unworldly cock for the first time, already dripping gobs of pre-cum from the engorged purple mushroom head. "Fuck me!" Katie was so focused on the wanton anticipation of Jonathan's mammoth rod impaling her that she failed to notice that Jonathan had left the door open just that same crack, enough for the impeccably dressed middle-aged woman to peer inside. The mature woman herself got the first real look at Jonathan's pole as she stood outside of the door, dangling like a huge snake waiting to pounce, just outside of Katie's sopping cunt. Her small hand eased down into the waistband of her silk pants. There were no panties to impede her self-massage as she prepared to watch her incredibly well-hung husband enter the horny, panting young redhead with her legs spread lewdly. Jonathan was patient as usual, slapping his length on Katie's ass while he stroked the pre-cum down the entire shaft of his prodigious cock. He reached around Katie's body to slowly undo the few remaining buttons on Katie's blouse, unclasping the front snap of her lace bra, and Katie's full firm tits poured out, finally unemcumbered, now pressed against the cold formica of the sink's countertop, and the tip of his cock slid between Katie's slippery folds. Katie's entire body tensed as she expected him to plunge into her in one deep, hard stroke, but Jonathan, always full of surprises, simply let his cocktip tease Katie's hungry cunt lips. He brought his hand to her chin and raised her head so that she saw her own reflection in the mirror, perspiration now coating her flushed face, as he hovered behind her. "Watch yourself get fucked, Katie. You like to watch, don't you?" He eased in excrutiatingly slowly as Katie felt her labia being stretched as never before, and her overmatched cunt muscles struggled to accept his mighty girth. Business Travel He raised himself up slightly onto his tip-toes to achieve another angle of penile intrusion, such that his big cock tip found the spongy, rippled mass of Katie's long-dormant g-spot on her inner vaginal walls, and she spurted an immediate gush of cum from her pulsating cunt when his dick made contact with the overly-sensitive trigger in her pussy. The small stream splashed down onto Jonathan's dick just as the door opened and the older woman walked in on the unlikely couple's fucking session. Katie gasped in both astonishment and disappointment as the woman moved her hand from beneath her beltline to Jonathan's hips, and without a word she spun him around, his cock escaping Katie's vice-like vaginal hold on his dick with a loud "pop", and she grinned wickedly as she surveyed Jonathan's huge shaft covered with Katie's cum juices, and she knelt and took half of his length into her mouth. Jonathan gripped the woman's head with one hand as she sucked on him eagerly, and with his other hand, he turned Katie around to face him. "Julia, honey, say hello to Katie," Jonathan said to the new woman on her knees fellating him. "How does she taste, darling?" The silver-haired petite woman raised her head from Jonathan's massive dick, a strand of saliva leading from her ruby-red lipstick-covered lips to his huge cockhead, and smiled up innocently at Katie in a oddly maternal way. "Hello, Katie", the woman said while half of her mouth again enveloped Jonathan's twitching shaft. "You taste absolutely wonderful, Katie, splendid, like a garden of fresh flowers." Jonathan took one of Katie's hands and placed it directly over her large globes, and together they tweaked on the small, erect bright pink nipple on Katie's freckled chest as the woman asked Katie a question in a matter-of-fact way. "Isn't my husband's cock just sensational, Katie?" Katie stood in stunned silence, but her leaking cunt betrayed her. The woman, Julia, Jonathan's wife, rose to kiss Katie on her lips while she began to massage Katie's free nipple. Katie groaned as she tasted herself and Jonathan's pre-cum mixture in Julia's hot mouth. Julia pulled her mouth from Katie's and caressed her face as she would pet a kitten's mane. "I love to watch my husband seduce and fuck pretty young women." Julia kissed Katie again, and this time, Katie kissed her back willingly. Jonathan stroked his long dick as he watched his wife kiss their newest conquest. "Almost as much as he enjoys watching me seduce and suck off handsome young men in public. We knew you would enjoy participating in our game when we saw you. It was his turn to play tonight. Isn't his cock marvelous, dear? You didn't answer me the first time. Cat got your tongue?" Katie, now completely in the spirit of things, raised each of her hands to the back of the heads of the sexy husband and wife team and they shared a deep three-way kiss for more than a minute. When they came up for collective air, Katie replied, finally. "It's the most amazing dick I've ever had. Thank you for sharing it with me. May I have some more?" Julia turned to her husband who had already lifted Katie's hips onto the countertop. "Now fuck her hard this time, dear." Katie exploded in orgasm after orgasm as Jonathan's cock reached places that Katie didn't know that existed within her pussy. It felt as if his dick would find an escape hatch somewhere around her navel. When Jonathan mercifully ended his incredible assault of Katie's tight cunt after ten hard minutes of relentless fucking, stretching it to a tender, ripe, yet exquisite soreness, he grunted his intent to ejaculate. Julia again extracted Jonathan's cock from his newest lover's pussy and drenched her own face with her husband's torrent of thick, milky love seed, and then rose and shared her present with Katie in a long, lingering kiss between the two women. As the three lovers ultimately unraveled, Katie realized that she was the only one who was even partially naked, her clothes bunched and wrinkled over various parts of her body, none where they were intended to be. She had an idea, though, and turned to the lucky wife of the huge-cocked older man. "Julia, I have a favor to ask you, if I may be a bit selfish?" Julia nodded her assent to proceed. Katie pulled her own business card from the same hip pocket which had also housed those lavender panties for the last half-hour. She handed it to the woman. "I work as a regional, and will be in our store tomorrow until about two p.m. I have a flight to catch back home to Colorado after that." Katie's eyes flickered as the couple listened with interest to see what Katie had in mind. "I haven't had the pleasure of sucking your husband's beautiful cock yet, and would love to extend an invitation to the two of you to meet in one of our dressing rooms at noon tomorrow for that very same purpose. Would you be able to attend? We can continue our fun little game on my home field." Shortly after noon the next day, Julia and Jonathan walked into the store and were met by a smiling Katie who quickly escorted them into a ceiling-to-floor private dressing room. Julia brought out a small hand-held video camera as Katie's pink mouth surrounded Jonathan's tremendous nine-and-half-inch cock and made oral love to it, using a tip or two that she had gleaned from the Cosmo article, appropriately enough, which included a bonus tit-fuck, and she wore Jonathan's cum on the skin of her breasts now safely tucked back into her bra all the way back to the Rocky Mountains. She was wet the entire flight knowing she glistened in his healty protein bath. The video that was FedEx'd to Katie's home in Colorado in time for Christmas made for a great stocking stuffer. Katie stuffed her own fingers deep into her own silken twat many times while watching it. Katie is due back in Philly in the Springtime. Business Travel Affair CHAPTER ONE Our holiday at Byron Bay was the calm before the storm. Although, as things turned out, perhaps it was the storm before the hurricane. During our holiday we all knew I had a new project at work, a project that required me to spend time away from home. Too much time from home. At least we spent a two full weeks together and we left Byron with some interesting memories. It wasn’t the first time I had travelled on business, and this experience helped me. My secondment was for six months, and I would be based in Sydney Mondays through Thursdays of each week. Julie was also prepared. She had been through this sort of thing with me in the past. We love being close together. Oddly though, sometimes absence really does make the heart grow fonder. So it was into my routine. Fly up on Sunday, check into a good hotel in quiet part of the city. Then I pack on Thursday, catch a train to Sydney airport and I will be home by five. We have sex by six and then dinner. One must get ones priorities right. More love making over the weekend and then a taxi to the local airport on Sunday evening again. Although we catch up with sex when I get home, from Sunday to Thursday is a long time to wait. I can feel the tension grow. As I walk to the office, every girl looks twice as pretty, twice as sexy. Every pretty girl reminds me of what I am missing. By the time I get home, the tension is palpable. I quickly shower and clean up. Julie knows the score, she loves sex too. She is ready and waiting by the time I step out of the shower. We make love with passion. Hard and fast. Out of control. I ravish her smooth brown body, I worship her femininity. I spend the tension within me. It is the way I am. CHAPTER TWO After my workday, my colleagues head home to loved ones and families. I head back to my empty hotel room. It is only 5.30 and there is so much time until bed. And yet I feel drained and empty. I catch the lift to the 19th floor. Time for a swim. The top floor has a gym and a swimming pool. Both are always empty. I slip into the water and start turning laps of the compact pool. My body effortlessly glides through the water. Ten laps, twenty laps. It feels strangely erotic, but after a few days away everything feels erotic. Even so, whenever I swim, I feel aroused. I don’t know what it is? Swimming brings out the sexual side of me; always has. Time for a breather. I hold onto the edge of the pool for a moment. Then another ten laps. I grab a towel and wrap it around my waist to make my way back to my room. I dress casually for dinner. There are quite a few restaurants in the nearby area, but it is wet and noisy outside. Tonight I will eat in the hotel. The restaurant is smallish, but cosy. The food’s expensive, but I’m not paying. There is one table left. “Ah, Mr. Michael,” the head waiter says as he guides me to the table. It’s been too long when the staff know your name… I pick up the menu, although I know it by heart. The wine waitress asks me for drinks. I order a glass of red wine. I notice that a lady has arrived. Maybe in her mid 30’s. What a lady! She is dressed to perfection. The restaurant lights up with her presence. Her red dress highlights perfectly against her black hair. The head waiter must be telling her to wait until another table is free. I catch his eye and motion him toward me. “Tell her she can share my table if she wishes” He hurries back and talks to her. I see her smile. He brings her across. “Thank you so much. I didn’t feel like finding somewhere else tonight.” “I know the feeling. By the way, my name is Michael.” “Jacqueline.” “Jacqueline. That’s a lovely name. You travel often?” “Yes” “Me too.” We talk. I sit opposite this attractive Jacqueline. I smell her perfume, a musky scent. Faint, alluring, sexy. Her face lights up when she laughs. She likes my sense of humour. I catch her gazing into my eyes. My throat suddenly feels dry. I reach for my glass of wine. She reaches out and holds my hand. I feel her hand is sweaty even though the room is cool. She stretches her other hand across the table; I hold it. The wedding band is clear on her third finger. We finish our meal in silence. No dessert. I order coffee. Jacqueline does too. It’s time to go. “It’s been wonderful to share a meal with someone.” I sound trite. She responds, “My room is 1017. Meet me there.” CHAPTER THREE I return to my room and freshen up after the meal. I wait for 10 minutes, my heart pounding with nerves. I’m 40 and I feel like a teenager on his first date. I catch the lift to floor 10 and look for room 1017. I knock and Jacqueline opens. “Entree. Drink?” “No thanks, maybe some water” “I need something.” She pours some water from the jug in the fridge for me and mixes something from a little bottle for herself. “I don’t want you to think…” she starts. “No, please don’t explain. I know why.” “Michael, we all have choices to make in this life. Tonight we will make ours. Tomorrow will be another day.” “I understand.” Jacqueline kisses me tenderly. I feel passive sitting on the edge of the bed, nursing my glass. She is seducing me. She is right, we have choices to make and I have made mine. She is charming, attractive, alluring and sexy. Very very sexy. She has a husband and I have a wife. And tonight we will me make love. I was ready; I put the glass down, turned to her, held her face with my hand and kissed those gorgeous ruby-red lips. She responds, reaching behind my neck and pulling me closer to her. Our tongues touch. Two near strangers are together now and nothing is going to stop us. After the longest and most passionate kiss I had experienced for a while, she stood up. “Unzip me please”. It was a shame to see that beautiful tight red dress being removed, but the curves underneath! She was heavenly. Her underwear followed, and then it was my turn. Men’s clothing never slips off as easily as a lady’s. The two of us were disrobed, sitting on the edge of the bed and kissing passionately. Perhaps we were a little unsure of who should make the next move. My turn. I broke the kiss and moved onto the bed proper. “Come” was all I said. And she did. She straddled me with those heavenly thighs; legs so shapely and so firm. She reached down, her breasts touching my chest, sending tingles through me. She kissed me again, even harder than before. Our soft wet tongues caress, prelude of more softness and wetness to come. She sat back, my erection was plain to see. “My, who’s a big boy then. Don’t believe what you’ve been told, size means everything!” With that, she took me into her mouth. Oh, so warm and wet and slippery. And that bright red lipstick; so sexy. She positioned herself so that I could see everything, the tease. It was late, I was tired, so she could stay on me as long as she liked; tonight I was going to take a long time to come, and there was plenty of time for fun. After what seemed like an eternity, I decide that it was time to return the favour. “Your turn?” I asked. Jacqueline gently let me go and lay down, legs spread in anticipation. I position myself comfortably, my head within easy reach of her place of paradise. But not quite yet. I ran my tongue up those soft and smooth thighs. Those shapely thighs. I brush her pussy before running my tongue down her other leg. And then back. As I brush the second time, the wetness was unmistakable. I continued to drink in her legs, so long and so shapely. They were heavenly; she was heavenly. Every time I touch her womanhood, it was wetter, her arousal stronger. Her pussy needed me. I gently start at her pussy lips, they were swollen and engorged; ready to receive my manhood. Not yet my sweet; first you must reach ecstasy. Then you will feel me inside you. I ran my tongue from her lips to her clit, just brushing her little knob. Still teasing her. I noticed her cupping her breasts and playing with her nipples. My God, what breasts. What a body. I started to circle her hood with my tongue as I slip first one, and then two fingers inside her wetness. I felt her shiver with the sensation. I keep up the regular circling, bringing her to her peak slowly. Suddenly, she needs it now; she pushes my head down hard onto her. I suck her clit between my lips. I feel her squirming with passion, squirming with pleasure. She was getting closer, it was hard to hold on. I hold onto her hips to brace myself. I take her right to the edge. She cries out as she comes, her body tensing and then relaxing. I let her sensitive womanhood go; she needs time to recover. I kneel between her legs for a few moments until I see her eyes open. I see the invitation in them. It is my turn again. I was in the right position; I move up to her and she guides me in. As we lock ourselves together in a deep kiss, I start slowly, just penetrating her pussy a little. At first little strokes, followed by a slow big one. Then more little ones and another long slow and deep one. She wanted me deeper but I was doing fine. She wrapped those long legs around my waist, locking her ankles around me. Drawing me deeper and deeper into her warm and slippery tunnel of love. Now every stroke is a deep one, but still slow and regular. It is heavenly to be inside such a perfect creature; I want to make it last. I gently held her hair while she wrapped her arms around my neck; the kiss was intense as we slowly and gently made love together. I need to last, I want to drink her heavenly spirit. The only sensations on my mind were my skin against hers, our mouths together and my manhood inside her. I was on a high, a high of bliss. I felt I could make it last all night, I wanted to make it last. It was my masculinity driving us now. Our bodies were locked together. Man and woman, the way it was intended. I began to fuck faster now. Deep and fast. It was time for me to come. It was time to come inside her, inside this beautiful and oh so sexy creature. I deliberately relax myself to allow the sensations to start to build. With each stroke the tingling sensations became more intense. I was fucking her hard now. Our groins slap together as I slowly, steadily build to my peak. Harder and faster. The waves of pleasure starting to build. Harder and faster, my body still locked by her legs around my waist, drawing me deep inside her. She wants me to come, she wants to feel my juices inside her. I can feel it getting closer, closer, closer. I cry out as the first spurt floods deep inside Jacqueline’s pussy. Again and again, slower and slower. The waves of pleasure with each lingering thrust. My softening manhood still inside her. Now slick with her juices and my come. At last I stop and lay on her. Still she locks me on top with her legs. We kiss again. More gently this time. I feel the sweat on my brow. My God, that was good. It had been so long since I was with another woman. “Do you want to go to your room?” Jacqueline asks. “Not unless you want me to.” “Please stay here” CHAPTER FOUR I awoke in the middle of the night. In the gloom I could make out where I was. I heard her breathing. I smelt her scent. Unfamiliar. I reach out and gently brush her, naked under the sheet. It was reassuring to be with her still. I listened to her breathing for a little while before drifting off to sleep. I awoke, the room was light. Hotel curtains never keep out the morning brightness. “Hello, how are you?” Jacqueline asks; she had been watching me sleeping. “Fine, thanks,” I reply. “Do you have an early start?” “No, anytime around 9 and I work just across the road. And you?” “Plenty of time,” she replies. “Plenty of time for what?” I ask “Plenty of time for whatever you want.” We both went to the bathroom to freshen up and wipe away the sleep. Plenty of time indeed. I love morning sex. I don’t know what Jacqueline’s sex life is like at home, but I thought I would try a little surprise. First, just one more time I had to drink her beautiful body. I started on her breasts, so large and so firm. I gently circle around her nipple with my tongue, closer and closer till I gently sucked her between my lips. Then the other beautiful breast, the other nipple till it was also hard and aroused. I cup her breasts with my hands, feeling the firmness, the size that seemed to defy gravity. I work my way down her stomach, gently. I pause at her pussy, then work my way right down her right leg. I make my way back to her pussy for a longer stay. I spend a few minutes to arouse her, drinking in her scent and tasting her sweet juices. But not for her to come. That’s for later. My wife would know what comes next, but I had to show her. “You’ll like this”. I lay on my side beside her and lift her right leg to slip my hips under it, and then I slip my right leg over her left leg. I guide my erect manhood to her place of pleasure and enter her. As I started to stroke inside her, I was able to reach for her clit and rub it with my fingers. I could feel it standing proud with her arousal and anticipation. I rub her clit with two fingers the way she would have rubbed it herself. I rub it as I was stroking inside her. I could feel my shaft pulling at her lips as I slid in and out of her wet love tunnel, just below my fingertips. I could feel her wetness growing, her clit getting even larger. Her red areolas were swelling with the arousal. Still I rub her. She started to rub her own breasts, I could see that she was really into this. I continued to rub her firmly and regularly and fuck her at the same time. “Oh God,” she gasped, “don’t stop. Keep going.” I kept rubbing her with a regular and steady pressure; my manhood stroking inside her at the same time. She was getting closer now, her body moving and bucking on the bed as I fuck her and rub her. Her eyes are closed, her fingers pinching her own nipples. My fingers are clamped tight on her clit as she squirms on the bed. Still I keep fucking her and rubbing her. Her breathing is getting ragged; I can feel her wetness on my fingers, her wetness on my groin every time we touch. She is getting closer and closer, she wants to come, she wants to come with me inside her. Suddenly she cried out “Oh fuck”. I felt the contractions through my shaft as I kept on stroking inside her pussy. I relaxed from rubbing her for a moment, and then restarted. Before long I was rubbing her with the same firm pressure. The second time didn’t take so long. Soon she was moving and bucking on the bed again. In deep concentration, feeling the sensations building inside her. Again I have to hold on tight as she squirmed around, willing herself to reach her peak again. “Oh I’m gonna come again.” She cried out “oh!” as she came. This time it was bigger, the contractions stronger, massaging my manhood deep inside her. Again I eased my fingers away for a moment while I continued to fuck her. Then I restart rubbing her clit. I build up to the same steady stroke, the same steady pressure. Again she gets closer, closer with the rubbing of my fingers on my clit and the feeling of my member inside her. She is dripping with her own wetness, my shaft and stomach are drenched with her liquid. The slurping is so loud, the only sound in the room is the sound of my shaft inside her wet pussy. I see her eyes are closed, I feel her squirming and moving around, her tension building. She gets closer, closer, closer. “Oh yes,” she cries as she came. The contractions were massive. “Please stop. No more.” The last set of contractions start to tip me over the edge. I can feel that point of no return looming. I can feel the pleasure building. With two or three hard strokes I come deep inside her. Then three, four gentle strokes to match each wave of pleasure as I empty myself in her pussy. “That was good! Where did you learn that?” I was too low to kiss her, so I pressed my finger to her mouth instead. “That’s an easy one.” It’s over now. We both need to shower. I need to get back to my room. Jacqueline is sitting on the bed, watching me dress. I don’t know what to say. I walk over to the bed and kiss her. “It was wonderful. You’re wonderful. I must go.” I left her sitting on the bed. CHAPTER FIVE The rest of the day I felt unsettled. It had been good, it had been great. But I cheated. I felt a little guilty. By the end of my workday, I was glad to get back to the hotel, to swim, to relax. I decided that tonight I would eat out. On my way through the foyer of the hotel I glanced toward the restaurant but there was no sign of Jacqueline. I never saw her again. By the time I left Sydney on the Thursday, the feelings of guilt were well gone. It was just sex, sex for a night. Julie had been with other women. Now I had been with a woman as well. The only difference was that I was with Julie when she was with the others. This time it was me alone and Julie was far away. If she ever found out, she would understand. She knows the temptations of someone attractive. One thing is for sure, once this project is finished, I am never going to commit myself to so much travel again.