0 comments/ 27371 views/ 3 favorites Off-Agenda Meeting Ch. 01 By: Z-Writer I finished a long, slow sip of Rebecca's beer, put the glass back in its place, and continued the conversation. It was typical convention banter with a typical convention crowd. Half of these people came to every conference. Some of them were good friends. Some were just looking to kill some time and pick up a free drink. The other half, including Rebecca, was mostly made up of first-timers. She was in every one of my sessions today. She always sat in front in one of the aisle seats. She asked lots of questions and took lots of notes. It was obvious she was smart and eager to learn so it didn't surprise me when she pulled up a chair in the hotel bar, practically forcing her way into a spot next to me at the already crowded table. Not that I minded. Rebecca was very attractive. Her hair was dark brown, shoulder length, I would guess, though it was pulled back in a ponytail. Her eyes were brown too, but they sparkled with energy and joy. She had a pretty smile on a face that was athletic, yet feminine. The glass didn't stay put for long. While was I making some point about remaining customer-focused in a bottom-line world, Rebecca finished off the beer. Without speaking a word to one another, we cemented a deal for the evening. Rebecca would say later that my drinking from her glass amounted to an invitation to share bodily fluids. I prefer to think of it as my best pick-up line ever. She could have said nothing or politely pointed out my "mistake" and ordered another beer. Instead, she eagerly agreed to my offer by drinking from the same cup. The crowd dwindled until there were three of us. The third was a guy named Bob from somewhere in Texas. He thought he had a shot at bedding Rebecca. I already knew whose cock won the evening so it didn't bother me that he hung around until closing. It was mildly entertaining to hear his varied attempts to engage her in suggestive conversation. The highlight came when he pulled out his trusty "everything from Texas is bigger" line and Rebecca responded with "including the disappointments." Undaunted, Texas Bob escorted Rebecca to the elevator. I trailed by a few steps. The door opened, Rebecca stepped in first. Bob quickly followed. I got on last. Rebecca turned to me and asked which floor I was on. "Thirteen," I said. Bob laughed. "Unlucky thirteen," he said. "You know, many hotels don't even have a thirteenth floor. Too bad you got stuck on it here." "I'm on thirteen," came Rebecca's reply. It took every ounce of discipline for me to not tell Bob that my luck had already taken a turn for the good over a beer earlier in the evening. He was sure to be in one of my sessions tomorrow. There was no point in giving him anything negative to say about me. Rebecca didn't bother to ask Bob which floor he was on. By the time he remembered to press "6," we were past it. Poor guy was going to have to watch Rebecca and I get off together. The elevator, that is. The doors closed behind us and I started to ask Rebecca which floor she really was on, but I didn't get the chance. She playfully pushed me against the wall between the two elevators, grabbed my head with both of her hands, and laid an extremely long and passionate kiss on me. The move took me by surprise. By the time I could regroup, I figured out that I didn't have to return the aggressive behavior quite yet. Initially, my arms came up defensively. There were still up and pressed against the wall even though Rebecca wasn't holding them there. They just kind of stayed in place with the tension of the moment. Slowly, I relaxed them and brought them down to Rebecca's hips. Her tongue was still exploring my mouth, not quite as rapidly as at first. I pulled her a bit closer to me. That's when I realized she had a fine body underneath the jacket she was wearing. It was typical women's business wear, designed to make one of the girls at the office fit in with all of the boys at the office. Rebecca looked nice in it, but not necessarily sexy. Still, I felt her breasts against my chest much sooner than I expected as I pulled her close. My cock was already getting hard but its growth was a bit limited because it was somewhat out of position. Rebecca was so close, I couldn't even move around to try and free this hard-on. I started to whisper, "I have to, uh." Rebecca interrupted me. "Make an adjustment?" she asked. "Allow me." Her left hand left its position on the side of my head and began its journey down my body. She stared into my eyes as the palm of her hand slid along my chest, around the outside of my leg, to my inner thigh, and toward my cock. In one continuous move, she got me pointing in the right direction. Her right hand pulled my head closer and the deep kissing began again. This time, her left hand stayed on my cock, pressing it with her palm and rubbing it through my pants. I was stone hard at this point and Rebecca voiced her approval. "It's a bit thicker that I imagined." "Imagined?" I asked. "When were you speculating on the size of my cock?" "Oh, on and off for about three hours today. Sitting in the front row at your sessions gave me plenty of time to think about it." She continued palming my cock through my pants while talking. "I liked it when you walked past me during the Q and A. I liked it even better when you stopped right in front me to make a point. Your cock was right there, inches away. How I just wanted to reach over and pull it out." I leaned down, kissed Rebecca once more, and then placed my hands on her shoulders. She buried her head into my chest. With a gentle pressure, I guided her down on her knees. As she went down, she lifted her eyes and looked into mine with great expectation. Her mouth opened as if to gasp, but she made no sound. I could already picture my cock disappearing between her lips. What happened next was a bit unexpected. Instead of going for my belt of zipped, Rebecca started to nibble on my cock through my trousers. She started right in the middle, like eating a barbeque rib, but didn't quite get her mouth around it. So she tried again and got it right. "Mmmm. Much thicker than I thought," she said. Then it was down to the base of my shaft. Little bites and nibbles until she located my balls. The next thing I felt was the warmth of her tongue. Through my pants! All I could think about was having that tongue licking my balls with no interference. Being in a hurry, I started to unbuckle my belt but Rebecca stopped me. "Not yet," she said. "I want you to remember this when I'm sitting in the front row tomorrow." And so it went on. A nibble on the tip of my cock. A hand reaching up and squeezing my balls. Another hand reaching behind me and squeezing my ass. The sound of a bell and the elevator door opening. Then a voice, "Folks, this is hotel security." A short pause. "Get a room." And then the door closed. It certainly wasn't top-of-mind that there might be surveillance cameras in the hallway. There were more pressing issues once we got off the elevator. But now that we knew, we had to stop, think, and make a decision. Do we go to the room or put on a show? Rebecca spoke up. "Let's save this for a hotel where you aren't one of the featured speakers." Nice. She was sensual and sensible. I offered my hand, pulled her up and we headed to my room. The door closed behind us and Rebecca walked over the window. She pulled the curtains wide open. On the thirteenth floor of a city hotel and across from an office building there wasn't much risk in having the windows open. The city lights lit up the room quite nicely. Better than candles, actually. She pointed to the easy chair in the corner of the room. "Have a seat," she ordered. It was an order I was happy to follow. I flopped into the chair and Rebecca knelt before me. She picked up me feet, put them on the ottoman and took off my shoes. "Comfortable?" As soon as I nodded my agreement, Rebecca stood up, stepped back, and started to strip. The jacket came off first without much ceremony. Underneath was a light yellow women's dress shirt with narrow pinstripes. The top button was already undone. Rebecca loosened two more buttons revealing generous portions of her breasts. They were nicely rounded at the top. I caught a glimpse of a lacy half bra that couldn't have been pushing those tits up. The thought of getting my hands and mouth on them started giving me a hard-on all over again. Rebecca slid her skirt around 90 degrees to get access to the hook and zipper. I was looking forward to seeing what was underneath. She wrestled with the clasp for a moment, looked at me, and then stepped up next to the chair. "I seem to be having trouble getting this undone," she said. "Maybe you can get it." There was no problem with the clasp, of course. It unhooked easily and I quickly pulled the zipper down. Rebecca thanked me and turned to walk away from the chair. Instead of moving away, she slid the skirt down revealing a sweet, bare ass. No panties, no thong, no g-string. Nothing. When the skirt reached Rebecca's knees, she bent over to step out of it. The movement of her legs allowed me a look at her pussy. It was already starting to glisten. She was clearly turned on by this dance she was doing for me. As for me, my cock was now straining to be released. Rebecca's skirt hit the floor. Perhaps sensing my need for attention, Rebecca turned to me again and swung one of her legs over mine. She inched her way up my lap until her pussy was rubbing against my cock. I first felt the warmth and then the wetness start to penetrate my pants. Rebecca smiled as I reached up to unbutton the rest of her shirt. It fell open to reveal those perfect breasts and that lacy bra. I unhooked the clasp in front and pushed the bra aside. I was greeted by large nipples, fully erect, and pointing up slightly. Apparently, her breasts were also one of Rebecca's hot spots because the touch of my fingers elicited a serious moan. She closed her eyes, tilted her head back and started to dry hump my cock even faster. I sat up straighter to get one of those tits in my mouth. I went for the right one first (her right), taking on as much as I could in one mouthful. I slowly sucked on it, letting a little bit of it out of my mouth every few sucks until I had the nipple only. The harder I sucked on it, the larger it got. And the more Rebecca moaned. She humped away while I grabbed the other nipple between my right thumb and fingers and started to pull on it. That lasted for less than a minute. Rebecca pulled away from me just a bit. Then she came. I watched her stomach muscles tighten. She paused in her humping and her back arched just a bit. The first wave hit causing her to convulse forward a bit. Her breathing was heavy and laced with short moans with a few quick "oh gods." She humped once more. Her stomach muscles tightened again. She convulsed again. This time it was two or three short pushes forward. My pants were now drenched with Rebecca's juices and my cock was straining to feel the real deal. It was time to get out of them. Rebecca had the same idea, and in one seamless motion, flowed from her orgasm into unbuckling my belt. She was good at this too. The belt was undone, the pants unhooked, and the zipper down in a matter of seconds. She climbed off me and as pulled my pants and boxers off. Just when I thought I couldn't get any harder, Rebecca slid her right hand down to her pussy, got it good and wet, and then started massaging my dick. She kneeled down between my legs and started sucking on my balls. I thought I was hard already but it felt like she coaxed another inch out of my cock. After a minute or so she asked, "Ready to fuck me?" I was good and lubed and ready to fuck so of course I answered, "Climb on." But Rebecca had a different idea. She pulled me up and took my place on the chair and ottoman. Instead of sitting up, however, she was flat on her back with her pussy right at the edge on the ottoman. "You're fucking me," she said. "You're on top." As I climbed over her, I figured out what she really wanted. Her legs were spread wide open, inviting my cock to penetrate. The view was great but this was no time to linger. I lowered myself until the tip of my cock was touching her pussy. Rebecca reached out and grabbed my shaft. I put my hands on the arms of the chair to hold my weight. She waggled my cock across her pussy lips and then pulled me forward. I use that moment to jam all 7 inches inside her. She screamed. "Fuck, that hurt! Fuck, that's thick." "You told me to fuck you," I replied. "So I will." Rebecca was plenty wet so it was easy for me to just start pumping away. With each stroke I pulled my cock back as far as I could without pulling out and then rammed it back in. Every stroke was forceful and since none of my weight was on Rebecca, every stroke caused her entire body to move. I was slamming my cock hard into her when she started to come again. As before, her stomach muscles tightened. She strained to arch her back, as if that was a requirement before coming, but she couldn't do it with me pumping into her the chair every second or so. At first she was moaning with my rhythm as but the intensity of the orgasm she could not release grew, the moans shifted from pleasure to almost-panic. "God, this is too much," she said. "Too much. I've got to come. You've got to let me come." Rebecca's entire body was stiff now as she tried to arch up. I pumped even faster. This was a turn-on for me, knowing that every deep stroke was building up what might be the most intense orgasm she ever had. But I also had some control over when she got it. My balls slapped hard against her. I could feel her pussy tighten around me as I pushed in. It was as if she was trying to lock me in and keep me from pumping. Finally, Rebecca grabbed my ass, timing her move when I had my deepest penetration. With all her remaining strength, she held me in place. Her warm, slick juices oozed out over my balls. She dug her nails into my ass and her back began to arch. The sight, sound, and feel of the moment was enough to set me off. I felt my cum start to move through my balls and into my shaft. I pressed in hard as the first stream shot into Rebecca. I never before felt like so much cum was shooting out all at once. My own moan and mini-convulsion triggered must have been what Rebecca was waiting for because she went into a multi-wave orgasm. Her body bucked a little with each wave causing her pussy to tighten around my cock. Immediately afterward, another stream of my cum shot into Rebecca. We not only came at the same time, we were coming in sync. It took seven or eight shots to deliver my entire load. I waited a minute or so afterward for Rebecca to relax then slid my cock out of her. I watched as a mixture of my cum and her juices spilled out onto the ottoman. Rebecca looked highly satisfied. Spent, but satisfied. I started to head to the bathroom. "Wait," Rebecca called. "Stand right there." I stood about five feet away, facing her. "I want to look at your cock while I finish up." And with that, Rebecca slid her hand between her legs and started on the journey to what would be the third of six orgasms she had during our first off-agenda meeting. Off-Agenda Meeting Ch. 02 I woke up to the feeling of my cock growing larger in someone's mouth. A tongue circling the tip. Then deep sucking that was making me longer by the second. Rebecca. That was her name. Remembering it helped me snap out of the groggy, deep-sleep induced state I was in. My eyes were still closed and my night, to this point, flashed through my mind. Rebecca, teasing me just outside the elevator. Her mouth nibbling at my cock through my khakis. Her little striptease ending with her commando performance. The taste of her flesh and her deep moans as I took her tit into my mouth. The way she massaged my cock with her own juices. The intense sensation of her sucking my balls. As every image flashed by I grew harder in Rebecca's mouth. She was working hard to deep throat my cock as I got larger. There was an occasional whimper, which I thought were from discomfort at first. As I became more alert, I realized they were sounds of pleasure muted by a mouthful of my cock. Opening my eyes, I saw her silhouette above me. Rebecca was on our fours and positioned in a way to take in as much of my cock as she could. Her lips were at the base of my cock now. I could feel the tip of it against the back of her throat. Satisfied that she had accomplished her goal of swallowing every inch of me, Rebecca went about the business of finishing the job. Slowly, she raised her head, allowing her saliva to slip from her lips and run down my shaft. Her tongue ran along the base of it and as she got to the head, she simultaneous sucked on me and stroked the skin below by head with the tip of her tongue. Rebecca had almost all of her weight on her arms. That seemed to give her better balance and control as she began slowing fucking me with her mouth. It was not unlike having someone ride your cock, except that there is no weight on you. She managed to get most of my cock in her mouth with each plunge down. Each time she came up, I was treated to that slow sucking/tongue action combo. It wasn't long before I was starting to thrust my cock up at her when she was giving attention to the tip. The action was priming me to deliver what felt like a large load of cum. Rebecca must have sensed this because her short whimpers became louder moans as I pushed my cock at her. The sound of her being turned on by sucking me just added to my pleasure. I seldom make much noise during sex, but I couldn't help myself when I heard her. I tried to talk through it but couldn't. I was so lost in the moment, so intensely overrun by the sensation of the blowjob and the sight and sound of Rebecca giving it to me that I found no words for the sounds coming from my mouth. Through it all, I vaguely saw what was now becoming a familiar sight. Rebecca's back began to arch a bit. Her stomach muscles, what little I could see between the movement and the low light, were taut as could be. She was approaching an orgasm just from giving me a blow job. Rebecca stopped her up and down action and began to suck hard as my load started shooting into her mouth. The sensation was intense. I shouted something out. I don't really remember what it was at this point. Rebecca's entire pelvis shuddered hard. She was coming without any physical stimulation to her tits or her clit. The process of sucking me was enough to make her come. Two, three, four waves of cum pulsed through my shaft and into her mouth. After the fourth, I felt warm liquid stream back down my shaft and balls. Rebecca whimpered again, her body still shuddering from some convulsions. She released my cock from her mouth and between heavy breaths said, "I'm sorry, I couldn't take it all when I was coming." Before I could respond, Rebecca lowered herself and began to lick up the cum she didn't swallow. The warmth of her tongue and her slow, steady licks were soothing. My body began to relax. I glanced over at the clock. It was 3:48 in the morning. The bar had closed at two. It occurred to me that, in less than two hours, I just had at least a week's worth of great sex. Maybe a month's worth. I tried to think back on the last time I had it this good. But it was getting harder to think. Sleep was calling. ------------------------------------------------- The room became light enough to wake me. The buildings surrounding this downtown, high-rise hotel blocked direct sunbeams from coming in the window but enough light had filtered in to stir me from my sleep. I was on my back with Rebecca nestled next to me on the left. She was still sleeping soundly, on her side, with her left arm over her breasts as though clutching a teddy bear that wasn't there. The light in the room softly lit her face. I studied her as she slept. At some point during the night she had pulled her hair back into a ponytail. It dawned on me then that I had an unobstructed view of the middle-of-the-night blowjob. Her skin was tan and firm. There were no wrinkles around the corner of her eyes. Her face was well proportioned. High cheekbones combined with the warm glow of her tan gave Rebecca a very youthful appearance. I was guessing she was 25 at the most. Her lips appeared to be full, they certainly felt that way last night, but it was hard to tell because she was sleeping with a satisfied half-smile. I pulled the covers back a bit to see more. The more I looked, the more I realized she didn't need the soft morning light to be kind to her body. Rebecca was beautiful. Her shoulders were fairly broad and her upper arms had some definition to them. Either she worked out some or she spent a lot of time giving blowjobs like the one I got last night. Curiously, I found myself hoping that she got that definition in the gym and not in the bedroom. It's odd how quickly one can go from wanting a woman who knows how to do it all for a man to wanting to believe in her innocence. I turned on my side and reached out to touch her. After placing my right hand firmly on her left shoulder, I began stroking her body. With gentle pressure, I moved my hand over the shoulder and down her arm. At her elbow, my hand naturally dropped onto her side and its journey continued to her waist. Rebecca's body tapered nicely down to her hips and then back up again. My hand was near Rebecca's ass and I couldn't help but take a little detour in that direction. Like the rest of her, it was firm yet feminine. When I reached as far as I could without straining. My hand began to make the trip back up Rebecca's body. On the way back up, my hand slipped under Rebecca's left arm and I spread out my fingers. My thumb caught the underside of her breast and I applied a little more pressure as it traced around the outside. Rebecca lifted her left arm to make room for my probing hand. As her arm got to shoulder height, she rolled on her back and into a full stretch with her arms above her head. The arching of her back caused the rest of the covers to fall away and the full glory of her body was bathing in the morning light. I soaked in the entire image. The look of contentment on her face. Her perfectly shaped breasts with nipples beginning to awaken. The curves of her hips straightening into one long, elegant line connecting her waist and her legs. A neatly shaved mound of pubic hair rising up and revealing itself in the light. My cock quickly grew to full attention. Rebecca lowered herself from this amazing stretch and my right hand continued to run hand up her left arm, which was still above her head. I rolled on top of her, taking care to not place my full weight on her. My left hand grabbed her right hand. As our fingers interlaced, Rebecca spread her legs and my legs slipped between them. My cock hovered over her body, slightly resting on those neatly shaven hairs. She smiled and, with eyes still closed, greeted me with a "good morning" that sounded like she was still stretching a bit. "And good morning to you," I replied. "You seem to have me pinned down this morning," Rebecca said. "I hope you're planning on using that big cock to give me a good hard fu..." I let go of Rebecca's right hand and interrupted her by placing my left index finger softly on her lips. Then I placed it on my lips. "Shhh," I said. "Say nothing." I adjusted my body so my cock was centered at her pussy's entrance. I pushed the head in slightly. Rebecca adjusted her hips to accommodate me. She started to speak. Again, I placed my finger softly on her lips. "Say nothing," I said. Rebecca started to suck on my finger but I pulled it away. "Do nothing," I said. "Just let it be." Rebecca's body became incredibly stiff and tense. Her beautiful brown eyes showed tremendous uncertainty and a little fear. I added a little more pressure to help my cock slip further into her awaiting chamber. Her muscles were tight, giving some resistance to my entry. I leaned down and gently kissed her forehead. I kept my cock moving forward with moderate pressure. The full head was in and maybe another half-inch after that. "It's okay Rebecca, you don't have to do anything. Just let it be." The last words had barely left my lips and I felt the rush of juices flowing from inside her. Rebecca's entire body relaxed and my cock quickly slipped all the way in. It was as if someone let go of the other end of the rope in tug-a-war, only you fall forward instead of backward. Rebecca wrapped her legs around mine. I released her left hand and slid my arms underneath her, wrapping her up in a bear hug. She wrapped her arms around me as well. I began to slide my cock in and out at a slow steady pace, being careful to not get any faster with each penetration. Rebecca was squeezing my as tightly as she could. I heard a sniffle or two. "Are you making love to me?" she asked. I could feel hot tears starting to drip on my shoulder and neck. "Yes." She started to cry more openly. Her muscles began to tighten as I continued my slow, steady rhythm. I resisted the temptation to go faster. Each long deep stroke brought more tears. Her body was getting warmer by the second. I never felt such heat generated from another person. After two or three minutes, I felt her stomach press tight against mine. Her back was beginning to arch. It was a sure sign she was about to come. I stopped sliding in and out and pressed in as deeply as I could. "Just let it go," I whispered. Rebecca's sobs matched the intensity of her orgasm. She let out a loud cry with each heaving thrust of her pelvis. I held much of her weight while she was coming, keeping our bodies pressed close together. My cock was drenched with her juices. I could feel them running down my inner thigh. Her fragrance filled the air. Rebecca's body started to go limp with fatigue. It was the fifth time she had come since we hooked up earlier in the evening. It was certainly the most intense orgasm she had to this point. I stopped holding most of her weight, gently releasing her to the bed. My cock was still in Rebecca as far as it could go. She looked up at me. "Did you come?" she asked softly. Her eyes were wet and red from crying. I hadn't come. But then again, I'm not sure I had much cum to give. Rebecca had extracted quite a bit of it earlier in the night. So it didn't matter to me all that much at that moment. I again placed my finger on her lips and shook my head slightly. Slowly, I pulled my cock from her pussy and got out of bed to shower. I put the covers back over Rebecca. She closed her eyes and I kissed her on the forehead. It was 6:25. Less than 3 hours ago, I was wondering if the great sex I was having could get any better. I was now certain it could. And deep down inside, I knew that Rebecca would agree. Off-Agenda Meeting Ch. 03 The warm water of the shower rained down on my head and washed over my body. I just stood there, kind of in my own cone of silence, trying to get my head around the business of the day. There was work to do, but oh, how I wanted to just get back in bed with Rebecca. A little nap, a little nookie. Nookie, I thought. There's a word you don't hear much anymore. Too bad. It fits right in with the nap. Nap and Nookie. Nookie and Nap. It sounds so darn playful. Fun. Milk and Nookie. Nookie and cream. Vanilla Nookie. Chocolate Nookie. Okay. Too many times listening to George Carlin in my teens. Time to get focused. Breakfast meeting at 7:30. First presentation at 9. Then the shower curtain opened. "Hey water boy!" Rebecca stuck her head in. "It's been 10 minutes already. When do I get my turn?" Ten minutes in the shower and nothing to show for it. "Well, I've been a bit distracted," I said. "I haven't even washed up. Just standing here trying to think about the day ahead but for some reason my mind keeps wandering." Rebecca flashed a big, beautiful grin. "Ah," she said. "I hope that reason is me. Me... and us. Me and us and last night." "That. And how much I'd prefer just spending the morning in bed with you." "Can't do that," she replied. "Too many people counting on you showing up this morning. How about I join you in here and we can talk about what's on your mind." Rebecca pulled the shower curtain open more and I was once again taken aback by her beauty. Every time I saw her, she just got more beautiful. Her brown hair was still pulled back in a ponytail. Her round face made her look younger than she was. Her brown eyes were bright and happily soaking up the image of my wet, naked body. Her big smile, full of perfectly aligned teeth, coupled with her high cheekbones brought a sense of sheer joy to her being. This was my first look at her standing naked in the light. She wasn't big. She wasn't petite. She was almost perfectly proportioned. It was the hourglass look, though she was a bit thinner in the hips than across the shoulders. And as I noticed before, her breasts were full and round. The highlight, of course, were her nipples, again at attention, again pointing slightly upward. She was a beautiful young woman, though probably a bit older than she appeared. Rebecca stepped into the shower, pulled the curtain closed, and grabbed a washcloth. As she soaped it up, she asked what I was thinking about. "Nookie," I replied. "Nookie?" "Yeah, it's a fun word." "And one with many meanings. What's your definition of Nookie?" I thought about that for a moment. "70s version," I said. "My generation. Fun, playful sex. How about you?" Rebecca looked surprised. "You that old?" she asked. "Ancient," I replied. "Hmm. In that case, I'm going to have to take good care of you. Whatever miles you got left, I want to ride them. Turn around." I didn't quite know what to make of that last statement. I was still trying to figure it out when I felt the washcloth on my back. Methodically, beginning at my shoulders, Rebecca began to bathe me. Any hope I had of focusing on my breakfast meeting was gone. Rebecca was silent as she worked. Her touch was firm. I was not only getting clean, but I was also getting a mini massage. The water fell on my chest. The washcloth worked its way down my back. I gave in. "So tell me. What does Nookie mean to a child of the 90s?" I asked. "80s," she said. "I'm the lady of the 80s." I really liked this girl. I liked the way she handled herself at the bar the night before. She was smart and ambitious. Her verbal sparring was sharp without cutting. Our sexual affinity was high. And, as she dropped to her knees to wash my legs, I realized she was great in the shower. "Well then Miss Lady of the 80s," I started. "Two questions for you. What's your definition of Nookie and how did you learn to give good scrub?" Rebecca laughed out loud at that one. "Turn around water boy," she said. "And I'll tell you." I complied and Rebecca carefully started washing my feet. I looked down. She was crouched down low, resting on her haunches. She seemed to be compacted into such a small space. Her elbows were close at her side, squeezing her breasts together. I started thinking about fucking her between the tits but then she looked up at me with those large, bright brown eyes. "Nookie," she said. "Can be just what you said. Fun sex. But where I come from, it was also used to describe a girl's snatch. I was just hoping that if you were thinking about Nookie this morning, it would be mine." "That's how I started," I replied. A little sex. A little snatch. Then I got to milk and Nookie, vanilla Nookie, and chocolate Nookie." "Too much George Carlin for you," she said. By now Rebecca had worked her way up to my balls. She put the wash cloth down and heavily soaped her hands. She started to roll my balls gently in her palms as she cleaned them. My cock, which had been about one-quarter erect, started to grow. That got Rebecca's attention and she moved her still soapy hands to engulf my shaft. I stopped talking as she simultaneously cleaned my cock and massaged it between her hands. Looking down, I saw very little of the shaft. Her fingertips were at the base. The head of my cock protruded between her palms. Everything else was subject to the warm, slippery sensations of Rebecca's work. She broke the silence. "Chocolate Nookie? When you've tasted the 31 flavors, we can compare notes." Okay. Now my mind was getting simultaneously blown and organized. Rebecca was obviously sexually experienced and probably not just with men. There could be some bravado in her choice of words. They were clearly said to pack a punch and they connected hard. My cock was now completely stiff at the thought of Rebecca going down on other women. Then there was that statement about riding out my remaining miles with me. I began to wonder if I was a target. Was I being set-up to meet some short-term need of Rebecca's? Is this how she got by in life, hooking up with men -- or women -- who would help her along the way for great sex in return? I thought back to the night before. I remembered the Rebecca who was truly stunned that I was going to make love to her, not just fuck her. I remembered the crying and the embrace. I remembered the content look on her face as the sun brightened the room. That's not fake, is it? Enough water had splashed over my shoulders and around my body that most of the soap had washed away. Rebecca began rolling my fully hard shaft in her hands, pulling them away from my body, trying to stretch my cock out even further. My body instinctively edged toward her. When the head of my cock was about a half an inch from her face, Rebecca's tongue slid out of her mouth. Her left hand dropped to her side and her right hand wrapped firmly around my shaft. She pulled the skin back, causing the head of my cock to bulb out and turn deep purple in color. The tip of her tongue reached out, passing just under my cock. I felt the first flick. Then a second. A third. Her tongue darted along a half-inch space on the underside of the head of my cock. Rebecca started pumping my shaft with her hand. Every time the skin was pulled tight, her tongue flicked the underside of my bulging head. I tried to push my cock in her mouth but her left had quickly came up like a cop signaling me to stop. She pressed that hand against my belly. "Uh-Uh," she said, without missing a stroke or a flick. This went on for a minute or two before I felt like I was close to coming. I could no longer look at Rebecca. The sensation was too intense. I closed my eyes and began to tilt my head back. The water from the shower splashed on my forehead. Then Rebecca stopped. "You're going to be late," she said. "Sorry that I started something we can't finish now." With that, she grabbed the washcloth, stood up and scrubbed my chest. I didn't know quite what to say. My cock was rock hard and my balls were aching at this point. I was contemplating turning her around and fucking her hard right there in the shower when she started to wash my hair. I realized that she was not only enjoying herself, but also that she was cleaning me out of some sense of duty or obligation. It was important to her to get me ready for the day. I'd have to ask about that later. I got out of the shower after I rinsed and headed to the vanity to shave and get dressed. Rebecca stayed in the shower to bathe herself. I was just about done getting ready when she stepped out of the shower area. Her hair was towel-dried. She was wearing one of my dress shirts and nothing else. "You're fast," she said as I was buttoning my shirt and getting ready to put on a tie. "You gave me a good head start," I responded. "Care to tie my tie for me?" "Sure." This ended up being one of the more sexy experiences I had in a long time. Rebecca not only knew how to tie a men's tie, she also know how to show off her body while doing it. I got good looks at her breasts. She somehow managed to keep her balance while wrapping her right leg around my left thigh. The curve of her leg coming out from under my shirt was very arousing. Seeing her nicely shaved mound resting against my pants put me over the edge. I began to kiss Rebecca. My right arm swung around her body and found a firm ass to grab. I held her body against mine as my tongue explored her mouth. She moaned her approval as I pulled her closer. Her body relaxed as she gave me control of the situation. That's when I released her from my kiss and turned her around. I was now behind Rebecca. My left arm came over her left shoulder and slipped underneath the shirt she was wearing. My hand found her right breast and I began feeling her. My right hand slipped under her, down her thigh, and over to her pussy. I pulled her body close and my middle finger found her clit. I began stroking it. She got damp fast. My finger was wet and slippery in no time. Rebecca wiggled her hips until about an inch of my finger was inside her. I had thought I was going to get her off manually, but by the way she was already sliding and bucking on my hand it was clear she wasn't going to wait for me to finish the job. Not having to concentrate on pleasing Rebecca's pussy, I turned my attention to her tits. I started pulling at her nipple with my thumb and forefinger. That set off some serious moans on her part. She began grinding her ass against me. It was a sight to behold in the mirror over the vanity. A snapshot for my memories. Rebecca wrapped in my arms, losing herself in the sensation of my fingers. About that time, Rebecca reached back with her left hand and felt for my cock. Of course, it was hard again and straining to get out. She quit grinding against my ass to make from for her probing fingers. The move nearly caused me to lose contact with her clit but I managed to keep my finger in there. Rebecca's hand finally found my cock and she started to rub it hard and fast through the fabric. Just as I was starting to think about how to free my cock in this tight situation, Rebecca began her telltale signs of coming. Her bucking rhythm broke for a moment every time her stomach muscles tightened. Each time she restarted, the motion was a little faster. But this time, she just couldn't seem to get over the top. The bucking became a bit more furious. The pauses in anticipation of coming became a little more frequent. Maybe coming a sixth time in one night was a bit too much to ask. Or perhaps the huge orgasm she was building was just waiting for something to happen. Then, something happened. Even when Rebecca stopped her bucking motion, she didn't stop rubbing my cock. Between the blowjob in the shower and the hands-on session in progress, my balls were ready to explode. The more I tried to hold back, the greater the urge became. So I came. In my khakis. That was enough to set Rebecca off too. Her entire body pulsed three of four times until the intense pleasure subsided. By then she was fully relaxed and I was practically holding her up. Rebecca tilted her head back against my shoulders. I could see that her eyes were closed. Her smile showed nothing but satisfaction. She spoke after about a minute. "I'm guessing you've got about three minutes to change and get to that breakfast meeting," she said. Never before had I gotten dressed so fast, especially given that I had to first get undressed. After the rush, but before I headed out the door, Rebecca pulled me close, straightened my tie and my hair, and gave me a kiss. It would become a morning routine for us not far in the future -- a little nookie before going off to work. Fun sex. Surprising and often at the last minute. Then Rebecca would make sure I got out the door in good fashion. I never did ask her about her past or why she so boldly stated she was going to ride the rest of my miles with me or why she felt a duty to help me get ready for the day. I sensed that she wouldn't want me to ask. Perhaps my not needing to know was the answer. Whatever was before our first night together wasn't what was now. Now was good. That was all that mattered.