0 comments/ 66705 views/ 6 favorites Business Or Pleasure By: xxhot69 I walked into the lobby of the hotel and I was already bored. I hated these business trips, nothing fun ever happened. I walked to the check in desk and asked directions to the lounge. I went to the lounge and found a corner table and ordered a dirty martini. I looked over at the bar and couldn't help but notice the women sitting on the stool. She was the sexiest woman I had ever seen. Her long legs were crossed at the knee and her little skirt was pushed up to where I could see a sexy black garter belt. Her top was cropped just under her huge round tits. Then my drink came. I went to pay the waitress but she told me that it was already paid for. "By who?" I asked, the waitress pointed at the sexy women and I couldn't believe it. Then the women started to walk over to my table. "Hi my name is Lisa, I hope you don't mind me buying you a drink?" I could already feel my soaking wet pussy and I was so stunned that I simply shook my head. Lisa sat down next to me and took a sip of her wine. "So are you here for business or pleasure?" asked Lisa. "I'm here on business," I said. All of a sudden I felt Lisa's hand on my thigh. "I'm here for pleasure." Said Lisa, and she slowly rubbed her hand up my thigh to my pussy. I bit back a moan as Lisa started to stroke me faster and harder. I started looking around to see if we were being watched when she slipped her finger into my panties and up my cunt. I couldn't help but start arching my back towards her hand. She took my hand and placed it under her supple ass. I immediately started grabbing and massaging it. She stroked harder and deeper and began to make me cum. It took all of my will power not to yell out and make a scene. I shuddered twice more and she removed her finger, then she put it in her mouth and licked off all of my pussy juices. I was more turned on then ever. She took a sip of her drink and told me to follow her up to her room. When we got to her room she opened the door and told me to make myself comfortable. I walked over to the bar and poured two glasses of dark red wine. Then I heard something coming from the bathroom. I put down my glass and walked over to the bathroom door. The door opened and out came Lisa with two other women. They were all naked and oiled from head to toe. "I hope you don't mind if a few of my friends join us?" Who would mind three sexy, horny women wanting to fuck you? "No, not at all" I said. The other women were already getting me undressed and pushing me towards the bed. They were on either side of me when Lisa started to rub oil allover my naked body. She started massaging my tits and I arched my back to get closer to her. The other two women were working on my legs and I felt their hands moving slowly up my inner thighs towards my cunt. Then I felt Lisa grab my nipples and put them in her mouth. The girls had moved their hands to my cunt lips and started to gently pull and tug me. I was arching my back and moving my hips hoping I would be able to cum soon. Then Lisa got up and told the other girls to stand in front of us. Lisa made me sit up on the edge of the bed, and then she got behind me until her pussy was touching my ass. She took my hands and put them on her legs and told me to tell the girls to do anything I wanted. I started rubbing Lisa's legs and rubbing my pussy into the bed. I told the first girl to get on all fours and to eat my pussy while the other girl got underneath her and ate her pussy. I felt the girl's tongue slide into me and start fucking me faster and harder, then I felt Lisa's hands pulling and massaging my tits from behind me. I looked down and saw the other girl was masturbating and I decided to change the position so everyone had a pussy in her mouth and saw the other girl was masturbating and I decided to change the position so everyone had a pussy in her mouth. I told Lisa what I wanted and she said she would take care of it. Sure enough when she was done, we were all enjoying pussy like it was our last meal. She had put the two girls in a 69 position then she had us straddled on top of them with my face in one girl's pussy, and her face in the other. We all started grinding and fucking each other. I was eating this girl's cunt and pushing my face in her pussy as deep as it would go, it tasted so sweet that I couldn't get enough. Then Lisa said we were going to switch again. She told me to lie down, and then she straddled my pussy and slowly started rubbing herself against me. Before I could moan in pleasure felt the other girl start fucking my face with her sweet cunt. I was in ecstasy. The two of them put the third girl on my stomach and they all started to rub each other's tits and rub themselves all over my body. Everybody started to move faster and faster until we all started cumming at the same time. My mouth was filled with pussy juices and I licked her cunt clean. When we were through Lisa invited us all out to her hot tub, then I noticed that she had two cans of whipped cream and two vibrators sitting beside the steaming hot tub. Make sure you catch what happens in the hot tub in the next installment of "Business or Pleasure". Business or Pleasure The bitter winds of late October made it impossible for me to walk with my head up. The phrase "excuse me" was at the ready as I made my way down the crowded sidewalk to the office building. My skirt was whipping indecently high up on my thighs. The long folds of my coat were blowing behind me like a cap, the top was clenched in my hands in an attempt to keep it on my body. As I burst through the doors of the lobby I was startled by the sudden quiet. With the wind not howling I was able to stop and take stock, making sure I had not lost anything in the dash for the doors. As I attempted to straighten my clothes and hair, I was bumped into from behind. I felt strong arms wrap around me in an attempt to keep me upright. The fall to the floor was comically slow and not painful. Gasping I looked up into a startled pair of eyes and mine twinkled merrily up at you, finding humor in the situation. " Are you ok?" you asked while trying to figure out a graceful way to get up. One of your legs lay between mine, my skirt exposing a bit more flesh than was appropriate given the location. Your hands moved to pull it down only to realize it was caught under your leg. You fumbled to your feet and helped me to mine. I laughingly informed you that I was just fine and handed you your brief case. Picking up my bag, I moved towards the bank of elevators that lined the rear wall of the lobby. I could feel the eyes of the security guard on us as we walked. You were walking quickly behind me casually saying hello to the guard as we passed. I reached to press the up button only to have your hand cover mine. I met your eyes and blushed at the warmth that moved up my arm. Your eyes widened as if feeling the same strange current of excitement. I slowly moved my hand away only to notice that neither one of us had actually depressed the button so I reached forward, only this time my hand covers yours. Laughing softly I closed my hand over yours and helped you press it down before releasing you. You grinned wolfishly at me as the doors slid open. You motioned for me to enter and we waited for the doors to close. Alone in the elevator I glanced at you under my lashes thinking you to be a rather handsome man. Your eyes ran up my body before meeting my gaze. I winked and asked which floor you're headed to. I pressed 6 for you and 9 for myself and giggled softly. The elevator moved quickly pressing me slightly into the floor. Just as we reached the fourth floor the elevator jerked to a stop, lights dimmed and went out. The suddenness of the stop caused us to lose our balance tumbling us to the floor. Sitting on the floor my mind started to panic at the thought of dangling up in the air with nothing to keep us from falling. I whimpered softly huddling against the wall. I felt something run over my leg and screamed. You quietly told me it was only you. You moved close and pulled me into your arms, rocking slowly as if I was a child. You started talking to me, telling me that we are safe, explaining the safety measures that ensure we won't fall. The sound of your voice calmed me, bringing me down from my hysteria. As my pulse returned to normal I noticed how close we were sitting. My legs were curled beside me, you on the other side with your arms holding me lightly against your chest. My hand fluttered to push myself away only to feel your arms tighten, holding me still. I sighed and lay my head back against you, hearing the beat of your heart speed up. I felt your lips brush my hair and I looked up, wishing I could see your eyes. A hand cupped my chin, the thumb brushing lightly over my bottom lip before your mouth softly claimed mine. The touch was feather light, sending tingles down my spine. Your hand moved from my chin to thread in my hair pulling me closer. You trailed kisses over my face before settling over my quivering lips once again. I gasped as your tongue flicked over me allowing you to sweep inside and lay claim. I met your tongue with my own sliding against it, you moaned as you felt the stud that pierces it. Getting bold I ran my hands over your chest stopping briefly to feel your racing heart before curling behind your neck pulling you even closer to my greedy lips. My muscles seemed to melt as you pressed me back against the floor. Leaning over me you opened my coat running your hands over my hips and down my thighs before moving up to brush over my breasts. I pulled you down to cover my body, nestling you between my thighs. Your excitement was evident as it pressed against my own throbbing arousal. I arched against you and moaned. Running your hands between us, you pulled my skirt up my thighs, feeling that I am wearing a garter belt. You rubbed over my mound through the silk of my already wet panties. I writhed under you in pleasure. Your fingers slipped the fabric aside allowing you access to the soft petals. Feeling the moisture there, you moaned. I ran my hands over your back, then around to your chest. Moving down I cupped your hardness through your pants before pulling the zipper and releasing the button. Wriggling inside, my fingers curled around you eliciting a moan of pleasure from deep in your chest. Your fingers moved against my clit causing me to whimper in pleasure and need. I shoved your slacks and underwear down enough to release you from them allowing me to wrap my fingers around you. I stroked you for but a second when you removed my fingers and settled between my thighs nudging them further apart. Holding my panties to the side you ran yourself against me pressing the head against the wet opening to my desire. I arched against you, trying to pull you in. You chuckled and held me still as you entered me slowly enjoying the sounds of my moans. When you were settled deeply inside me you ground your hips. I tightened myself around you and we groaned together. My legs moved up to wrap around you as you pressed your lips back over mine absorbing my gasps of pleasure as you started to thrust into me. The strokes were firm and deep, the pleasure building quickly. I could feel my own orgasm starting just as you growled against my lips and started to shudder. I pulsed around you as you filled me with your hot cum. Moaning we lay together allowing our hearts to return to a normal rhythm. You placed a soft kiss over my lips before drawing away to straighten my clothes and then yours. We just finished getting ourselves together when the lights came on and the elevator resumed its upward ascent... As the doors slid open on the sixth floor, you looked deeply into my eyes and hesitated as if loath to go. I smiled in return and wondered if we would ever meet again. You stepped out and watched the doors close. My heart sank as I continued on to the ninth floor. Stepping off the elevator I informed the receptionist that I was there for a meeting with Steven Devering, the director of marketing. She informed me that the meeting would take place in the conference room and she showed me the way. The room was a large one with a large floor-to-ceiling window at the back framed with many different kinds of plants giving it an outdoors feel, or as close to outdoors as you can get on the ninth floor of a high-rise building. The table in the center of the room was of a pale oak surrounded by plush looking black leather chairs, four chairs lining each side with two set on either end. The smell of wood and leather filled the room. As the receptionist entered the room she introduced Steven Devering and his assistant Susan to me. While we all moved to sit around the table the door behind me opened. "Sorry to keep everyone waiting, the elevator got stuck between floors" turning quickly my mouth fell open to see you standing there. You stopped abruptly as soon as you see me. "No problem, Robert. This is Ms. Quin from the main office in Cleveland." Thankfully Steven completely missed the tension between us. "Robert and I have already met. We were stuck in the elevator together. Please call me Christy. Ms. Quin sounds too stuffy," I said with a sly smile at you. "I am sorry you were stuck that way, Christy. I hope it wasn't too frightening for you," Steven said with a worried look. "I was lucky to have Robert there to explain how safe I was. Otherwise I would have been terribly frightened. Thank you so much for keeping my mind off of being scared," I winked so only you could see, bringing a blush to your checks. Walking around, you took the seat opposite me and the meeting began. I tried to keep my mind on my reason for being here but my thoughts drifted as I remembered the passion we shared just minutes before. You attempted to keep your eyes on anything but me as Steven continued with his presentation. Your gaze lingered on my lips. I licked them nervously and I saw you swallow. As Steven finished I managed to ask several intelligent questions even though I had hardly heard a word he said. Thankfully I had the printout to take with me to look over later in the hotel. Maybe tonight I would get a chance to think straight and be able to come back to the table tomorrow with an answer to his proposal. As we all stood to say goodbye Steven had a brainstorm. "Robert, why don't you take Christy out to dinner tonight. It will give her a chance to ask any questions she may have and it will be a nice way to say sorry for her having been stranded in the elevator today." "What a lovely idea, Steven. But maybe Robert has plans already this evening," I state, hoping that you will want to come but giving you an out in case you aren't interested. "Actually I am free and would be delighted to escort you to dinner. What time shall I pick you up?" You had that wolfish look in your eyes again. "Let's say 7:00? That gives me time to get freshened up a bit," I picked up my bag and shook Steven and Susan's hands. "See you guys tomorrow morning." " I will take you downstairs," you said as you held the door for me. Stepping to the bank of elevators I glanced up at you nervously. The elevator arrived and we both stepped into it. "You don't have to take me to dinner, Robert," I said thinking you might be feeling trapped into going. "I am looking forward to it, Christy. It will give us time to get to know each other better." A shiver of longing passed down my spine at the passion that was hidden in your words. Stepping forward you captured my lips, hungrily pressing your tongue deep into my mouth. Your hand moved to cup my breast, squeezing softly. I moaned in protest as you pulled away. " I will see you tonight, Christy," you said softly as the doors open. " You can bet on it," I replied and quickly walked towards the doors. Stepping from the hotel's large shower, I wrapped a towel around my hair and slipped on a robe. The room was steamy, since the shower I took was long and hot. Opening the door into the main room, I felt the coolness of the air on my heated skin. I heard the phone begin to ring and sat on the edge of the large king sized bed to answer it. "Hello?" I said breathlessly as I started to towel dry my hair. "Christy? I hope I am not interrupting you, I just wondered if you would rather have dinner at the hotel or would you like to go out?" You sounded as though you're nervous which I found endearing. "Tell you what, I have a large suite of rooms. Why don't we order room service and we will have plenty of privacy to discuss the proposal?" I was hoping I was not coming on too strongly. The thought of having dinner with you alone in the room seemed too good to pass up. "Sounds like a great idea. Is 7:00 still ok?" you asked. I looked at the bedside clock, seeing that it was only 5:30. "Seven or sooner works for me and let's keep it casual." I wanted to see you soon, your shy yet mischievous attitude interested me. "I am actually in the lobby right now. If it isn't too soon I could come up now," I could hear the smile in your voice. "Sure, come on up. I have to get dressed so take your time. I just got out of the shower," I heard you stifle a moan as you hung up. Smiling I grabbed a pair of soft stretch pants and slipped them on with an over-sized T-shirt. Who needs a bra and panties? Casual and comfortable was my favorite way to dress. Rubbing my hair with the towel I walked to the door and opened it just as you raised your hand to knock. "Hello, there," I said as I gestured for you to enter. You were wearing a pair of black slacks with a soft green sweater. You looked so huggable it was hard to resist. "Hi," you said as you took in my attire noticing the sway of my unbound breasts under the shirt. My nipples hardened under your gaze. "So what would you like for dinner? I have a menu," handing you the menu I know that what I want to eat isn't something I can order. As if reading my mind you glanced from me to the food listed there before looking back at me. "I am not that hungry yet. Why don't we go over some of this stuff and then worry about food." You walked over to the table set in the corner of the room. It had two chairs seated around it so I moved to sit on one seat, a leg curled under me. "Okay, why don't you give me a summary of what Steven was trying to say this afternoon? And we will go from there." Hopefully this time I will be able to keep my mind on work. For the next 20 minutes I was able to listen attentively to what you're saying and made notes about questions to ask Steven tomorrow. When you were through there was a brief silence. "Well, now we have work out of the way. Time to relax," I said as I rose from the chair and got the menu from where I had left it on the bed. I turned to hand it to you, not realizing how close you were. I bumped into you and your arms encircled me to keep me from falling. "We seem to bump into each other a lot," I laughed up at you. Your eyes darkened as they looked at me, filling with a desire I know is reflected in my own. "I can think of better things we can do with each other," you said huskily before softly bringing your lips to mine. Our lips parted against each other, slowly exploring and tasting. This kiss was the opposite of the heated one shared in the elevator. We both seemed to be in no hurry, willing to just take it slowly and make it last. My fingers tangled in your hair just as yours explored the curve of my neck, stopping to feel the wild flutter of my heart before cupping my cheek. Your fingers ran over the softness of my face then trailed down to brush the sides of my breasts, settling on my hips, pressing me against you. I could feel you were already aroused, the bulge of your excitement pressing against my stomach making me ache to feel you again. I moved my fingers down your neck to your shoulders rubbing them before running down your chest. I could feel the heat of your body through the softness of your sweater. I slipped my eager fingers underneath it reveling in the heat of your bare skin. Slipping the sweater over your head left your chest exposed to my hands and lips. I pulled my mouth from yours and placed kisses over your neck, shoulder and collarbone then softly licked your nipples and smiled as they hardened. Your hands moved to cup my ass, grinding yourself against me. Your hands slipped below my shirt to tug my pants down around my ankles. As I stepped out of them you slipped your fingers between my legs cupping my shaved mound. Slipping a finger through the folds, you found me already damp with excitement. You crushed your lips back to mine filling my mouth with your tongue and your finger rubbed my clit. I moaned into your mouth, my hands fluttering to your slacks and undoing the belt buckle, then the button and finally releasing the zipper so I could shove them off you. Stepping away from me, you kicked off your shoes and stepped from your pants wearing only your briefs. I placed my hands against your straining cock, squeezing softly, feeling the dampness leak through. I tugged your briefs down so I could see you. As I watched a drop of cum pooled on the tip and I ran my tongue slowly along the slit licking it away. I smiled up at you from my position on my knees at your feet, then I ran my tongue over you again watching your eyes close and your lips part as you groaned loudly. I ran my tongue around the ridge before moving down to suck your balls one at a time into my mouth, rubbing them with my tongue before I licked my way up the shaft. Taking the head of your cock into my mouth, I sucked softly drawing you into my mouth slowly, one hand wrapping around the base, slowly I moved you in and out of my mouth, rubbing my tongue over the head before plunging back to the base. You moaned as you slowly fucked my mouth, your hands tight in my hair as if afraid I would move away. I could taste your cum as it leaked out and dripped down my throat. Your balls started to tighten and I knew you are close to cumming. I moved the hand from your hip, wetting my finger before I moved it to touch the tight ring of your ass. I can feel you moan in anticipation. I slowly inserted my wet finger feeling how tight you were. I stopped the movement and waited for you to relax around me. I continued sucking on you slowly then I finished pressing my finger up inside you, rubbing in and out slowly. Your fingers gripped my head tighter and I could feel your body tense. I quickened the movement of my mouth and hand, plunging down on your rigid cock and sliding my finger deep into your ass. You cried out as you spilled your seed deep into my mouth. I drank it all in, swallowing it down and licking you clean. You pulled me to my feet and wrapped me tightly in your arms. Your face buried itself in my hair and inhaled the fresh scent. I could still feel the slight tremor in your limbs. Knowing I had given you such pleasure made me smile against your hard chest. "Christy, you are amazing," you muttered into my hair. Your hands stroked up and down my back. You slowly slipped my shirt off my body leaving me naked before you for the first time. Your eyes took in my large full breasts. My nipples were hard and rosy. You caressed my rounded hips and pulled me against you in a tight hug. "Robert, " I begin but you cover my lips with yours. Your tongue slipping inside demandingly. My eyes close and I melt against you. You led me to the bed laying me down. My feet still on the floor. Leaning down you kissed me deeply before traveling slowly down my body. Your tongue, teeth and lips seem to devour my pale skin. I flush under your ministrations. I can feel the moisture pool between my thighs. I shivered as your sucked a nipple into your mouth and nipped it gently with your teeth. You stared for a moment at the glistening flower before you. As if in slow motion, your mouth covered me, taking my nub between your teeth and sucking softly. My eyes closed and I just "feel." Your hot tongue slicked up and down collecting my glistening juices. Your moans of pleasure at my taste were echoed by my own sighs of passion. "Oh baby you taste so good. I could do this all night." You dive right back in thrusting your tongue deep. Your hands holding me tight against your lovely mouth. For a long time you explore me. Licking and sucking my lips and clit. "Oh, baby, yes. Make me cum. Don't stop," I begged as I thrust my hips against you. Your tongue thrust faster into me making me moan loudly. "That's it, Christy. Cum for me. I want do drink your juices." You sucked my clit hard and I shattered. My cries of pleasure vibrated on the walls. You were buried between my quivering thighs licking up the flow of cum you had created. When my world righted itself I found your head on my stomach. You soothingly stroked my thighs waiting for my tremors to stop. Feeling my hands in your hair, you looked up and smiled. I pulled you up and our lips met. Your tongue slipped into my mouth letting me taste my sweetness. Business or Pleasure "Robert, that was so good." We moved to lay on the pillows. You pulled the comforter over our bodies, my head on your shoulder holding tight. "You are amazing my sweet. I can't believe you fell into my life." Your words caused me to giggle as I thought of our first meeting. You squeezed me tightly and sighed, sounding content. "We are amazing." I said with a yawn. I started to drift off to sleep to the sounds of your beating heart. I awakened slowly. Laying on my right side I felt you against my back, your arm across my hip holding me close even in sleep. I snuggled back into your embrace. You moaned in your sleep, your hips thrust gently against my ass. I felt you harden against me. I smiled and wiggled my hips and you thrust against my soft butt. "Now look what you did," you growled against my ear. I could feel your breathing quicken as you awakened. "Are you complaining?" I teased you and wiggled against you again, loving the sound of your growl of pleasure. "Oh, no, Christy. I would never complain at waking up with you in my arms like this.' You were kissing my neck as you rocked against me. Your hands stroked from my hip to my breast, squeezing the tender flesh, making the nipple harden into a tight bud. "Neither would I, Robert." I sighed the words as you pinched my nipples softly. You caressed down my stomach to my thighs and stroked the mound you found there. A finger slipped between my folds to find my clit. You drew slow circles over me, feather light touches that made a slow heat rise in my stomach. This gentle loving was very different from our frenzied hunger of hours before. You lifted my left thigh and I felt your hard cock slip between them. Using your hand you guided yourself to my slit, stroking through the damp folds. I moaned loudly as you ever so slowly filled me. Inch by inch you lay claim to me. Your hips pressed firmly against mine and you were deep inside. You held tightly to my hip as you set a slow easy pace, pulling out almost all the way only to slowly bury yourself in my wet warmth. The heat in my stomach reached a boiling point. I panted with every penetration. The slow steady thrusting was even more arousing than a hard fast fucking would have been. It felt as if you were laying claim to me with every deep stroke. I felt my orgasm building. The heat slowly took over my entire body. Every nerve was tingling and aware. I felt you swell even more and just as you started to cum I exploded around you, my tight walls caressing you and drawing your seed deeply into me. Soft low moans of pleasure were murmured from us both. You kissed my neck and held me tightly, not drawing out of me. My eyes drifted closed and I fell asleep locked in your arms with a smile on my lips. The shrill ringing of the phone yanked me rudely from slumber. Muttering I reached blindly for the offending object. "Hello," I muttered unhappily. I am not a morning person. "This is your 8 o'clock wake up call. Good morning, Ms. Quin." Then the line went dead. With a groan I hung up the phone and covered my eyes with my arm. It felt like I hadn't slept at all. "I take it morning isn't your favorite time of day?" I heard you chuckle from across the room. "You take it right." I couldn't help but smile as I sat up. You were standing there in only a towel, your skin still damp from a recent shower. "I hate to say it but if you want to be dressed for the meeting you need to get a move on, baby. The meeting is in an hour." You are already pulling on your clothes. I am disappointed there wont be time to touch you again before I leave. "I wish I didn't have to leave right after the meeting." Headed for the bathroom, I stop to place a soft kiss to your lips. "Me too. I don't want you to leave so soon." You are pulling on your shoes. "I will meet you there. I need to stop home and dress for the office." You kissed me deeply and then were gone. Thirty minutes later I stepped onto the elevator of the office building and smiled. My memories of yesterday warmed me during the ascent. The receptionist shows me to the conference room once again. Steven and Susan arrived at the same time as you do. I concentrated on keeping my eyes on my papers. Thanks to our talk the night before I had everything I needed to take care of the negotiations and we were done in record time. "Well, I guess that's it," Steven smiled down the table at me. "It looks like it. I just need to get this back to Cleveland and have things looked over. If you want to have Robert come down at the end of the week, we should be able to get things complete in time to send him back here Monday." I felt your surprised eyes on me. "Sounds like a plan. I am sure Robert will be able to handle things well. It was a pleasure to finally get to work with you, Christy." Steven arose and shook my hand as did Susan. "Robert, could you walk down with me so we can finalize plans for your trip down?" I picked up my briefcase and headed for the door without waiting for your reply. "Of course," you said and followed me to the bank of elevators. Stepping inside the elevator I smiled at you seductively. Your answering smile told me you are thinking of our adventure of the day before. "You don't really need me to come to Cleveland, do you?" you ask as you step close to me. "I need you in Cleveland but not for work. You don't mind, do you?" My lips found yours in a deep kiss. I didn't want to leave you. "How could I mind? I don't even want to wait until the end of the week. I wish you could stay." You held me tightly against you. "I wish we had just a little more time." I sighed this against your chest. Then the lights went out and the elevator jerked to a stop. "Someone heard your request." You and I both laughed. Business or Pleasure Because of his job, encountering delayed flights, angry passengers and rude employees on his way to the airport was nothing new to Dave. Typically he would leave on a Sunday night or Monday morning, returning Wednesday or Thursday to finish up the week back home in the office. But this was no normal trip -- while to many a trip to Cleveland may not seem exciting, they would be wrong. Dave left for the airport straight from the office on Friday. Instead of the normal hotels his company booked for him, he had upgraded to the suite for the weekend. This weekend was the result of much anticipation, waiting, and excitement. Dave was finally meeting his friend Molly. They met online and had been chatting, emailing, calling, and flirting for months now. It just so happened that work was bringing Dave to her neck of the woods this week. Dave decided to come out the weekend before so they could spend some time together. Of course, now that the weekend was finally here, Dave had been sitting in the plane on the tarmac for 3 hours, due to thunderstorms. Fortunately the storms seemed to be clearing. Dave had been texting Molly, so she knew what was going on and understood, but Dave still felt bad. They had dinner plans and were going to go out afterwards; he certainly didn't want to miss a minute of it! A friend had dropped her at the airport where Dave was meeting her and using the rental car on the company for the week, taking her back home Sunday night. So he knew that she probably was as bored and anxious as he was. Finally the captain made the announcement to buckle seatbelts because they were about to take off. Dave breathed a sigh of relief and excitement and texted Molly one last time, letting her know. It had been a long day. Dave leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes, excited but wanting to be well rested. Images of Molly danced through his head, but finally he nodded off, waking up only when he felt and heard the sounds of the plane starting to descend. Dave shook the sleep out of his head as he gathered his things and walked out of the terminal. It was about 8:30, and the plane was three and a half hours late. Dave looked over the audience of people milling about waiting for their friends, relatives or significant others. Finally Dave found her, sitting in a chair with her head down, reading a magazine. A smile crept across his face when he saw her. Molly looked fantastic, better than any pictures they had ever shared. Her mid-length brunette hair was pulled back. She had on a short jean skirt with her legs crossed, and a tight formfitting Zeppelin t-shirt, showing that she also had excellent taste! Her tight shirt showed off some of her more alluring assets, like her sexy waist and very large chest. Dave tried to make his mind behave, but he guessed that her breasts were at least a D if not larger. Dave snuck up behind her unseen, putting his hands on her shoulders and whispering, "Boo!" in her ear. Molly sucked in a quick breath and jumped out of her seat, quickly looking Dave up and down and broke, but tried to hide, a smile. She put a hand on her hip and tried to look disapprovingly. "You're late." she tried to say crossly. Dave gave a sarcastic smile. "Well, you know how planes are. Enough attitude, now get over here!" He leapt forward and grabbed Molly, picking her up in a tight and affectionate embrace, giving her a peck on the cheek. "It's great to finally meet, babe," Dave said, smiling. "You have no idea!" Molly retorted, smiling back. They made their way to the rental car counter, laughing and small-talking, both very giddy. Once they found the car Dave asked, "I know its getting late and I know we were going to go straight to dinner, but would you mind if we stopped by the hotel first? I've been in these clothes all day and stuck on the cramped plane for what seems like hours!" "Making me wait and not even going to feed me now?" Molly said as she playfully slapped and jabbed Dave in the side. He laughed and tried to tickle her back. "But seriously, I understand. I would want to clean up a bit first too, by all means," Molly said putting her arm through Dave's. "Thanks a lot. We will go eat and drink like royalty shortly!" And with that, he pulled out and drove on to the airport. When they reached the hotel Dave got out and took all of their bags inside with him while Molly parked the car. She returned, tossing Dave the rental keys as he was checking in. She said, "The keys to your...um...chariot...sir..." Dave laughed. "Yeah, piece of crap isn't it? But hey, the company is paying for it, so no skin off my teeth!" They grabbed their bags again and made their way to the elevator. They found their way to the room and opened the door. "Wow, very nice!" Molly said. "The company sprang for the suite?" "Nooooo, I paid for the upgrade. Looks like it was worth it too!" There was a nice little living area, which led to the bedroom where there was a large king bed. The bathroom had a walk in shower with a glass sliding door and a hot tub with a large ledge facing the shower. "I agree," Molly retorted, "But what's this, the old 'I swear I asked for 2 queen beds, but all they had were Kings' trick?" Dave went on the offensive this time, dropping the bags and, grabbing her from behind, wrapped his arms around Molly. "You knew exactly what you were getting," he replied, giving her a little tickle. "In fact I believe you were the one who asked for one bed?" Molly gave a sheepish smile and leaned her head back, looking back at Dave. "Shhh." Dave looked down at her. "Careful with those shhhhes." They were both content, but Dave released her. "If we're ever going to get to dinner, I better hit the shower real quick." "Yes, I guess you should," Molly said, looking him up and down. "Go on, get out of here!" She slapped Dave on the ass and pushed him toward the shower. "I'll be waaaiting," she said tunefully. Dave closed the door and turned the shower on, undressing as steam filled the bathroom. He stepped in and the hot water poured over his body. It felt as if he were washing the stress of the week away, letting him look forward to the weekend ahead. As Dave washed his hair, his thoughts went to Molly, who was sitting outside waiting for him. He couldn't stop thinking about how sexy she looked with her legs crossed, barely covered by her skirt, and her breasts, wrapped tight in her little t-shirt. The way she smiled and laughed when she looked at him -- how she made him laugh. He couldn't help but wonder what was hiding underneath her sexy outfit. As he rinsed his hair, Dave realized he had the beginnings of a hard-on. He ran his hands down his body and cupped his balls, sliding up to grab his semi-soft shaft and stroked a few times. Dave smiled as he stroked his cock, wondering what Molly would think if she knew he was stroking and thinking about her right now. Dave decided to stop, though; his cock was about half hard, but he realized that Molly was waiting and hungry. His half-hard cock bounced as he reached for the soap. "Don't stop on my account..." Dave heard a voice say, and he about jumped through the roof and fell over. "Holy shit! You scared me!" Molly just smiled. "When did you come in here? I didn't even hear...How long have you been here?" Dave said as he tried to cover himself. Molly's grin widened. "Long enough, and like I said, don't stop on my account." She slid the glass door open, "But I need a better view, and relax! When did you become Mr. Modest and shy?" "I just didn't hear...took me by surpr..." Dave mumbled "Shhh, now stroke that sexy cock for me," Molly said as she sat on the ledge of the tub with her legs crossed. Dave's scare left quickly, and he smiled, quickly getting excited about the performance. Already his cock had grown, and he hadn't even grabbed it again. As Dave took his member in his hand again, he looked Molly in the eyes and began stroking. He worked from the head down his shaft, slowly, then back up, every few strokes gently cupping and pulling on his sack. Molly watched eagerly, uncrossing her legs, but still held them together. "Were you thinking about me when you started masturbating?" Molly asked, softly and seductively. "Yes," Dave replied. "Thinking about you, your beautiful sexy body, and how I wanted you to see me like this. And how I wanted to see your body as well..." Molly smiled, her legs opening just slightly. "Shhh...If you're good...and so far you have been..." Dave continued working his shaft up and down. As his excitement grew, his hips began rocking with each stroke. The more Dave got into it, the more excited Molly became as well. Her legs were now wide enough that through the steam Dave could see up her skirt. He could see the shadow of her lacy, satin panties, which he hoped were of the thong variety. At the sight of those panties, Dave began working his cock harder and faster. Molly followed his eyes, and slid a hand between her legs, gently rubbing the fabric over her moistening pussy. "That's right, baby -- work that cock," Molly whispered. "I know you like watching me play with my pussy." She spread her legs wider as she spoke. "Are you going to cum for me, Dave?" Dave continued stroking. "I was hoping you were going to help," he said, stepping out of the shower stream to the edge of the shower. Molly smiled and stood up, walking up to him. "You've been very good." She leaned up and kissed Dave, putting her hands on his chest as their lips locked. "Very good..." Molly added as they released their kiss. With that, she let hair down and kneeled in front of Dave. Molly took his shaft and slowly stroked, eyeing Dave's cock as she played with and squeezed his balls, looking up at him playfully. Dave gazed back. "Careful -- it's not going to be long now..." Molly licked up the length of his shaft. "Lucky me, I don't even have to work very hard for my reward." With that she took Dave's cock in her mouth. As she sucked him in, Dave assumed she was about to stop, but she just kept going, until she sucked down his full length, a respectable 7 or so inches with enough girth to keep any woman happy. Dave watched as his cock disappeared. He let out a low moan as she slowly slid his cock back out of her mouth. Molly wrapped a hand around the base of his shaft and began bobbing up and down, stroking Dave as she sucked. Dave began rocking his hips with her as he got closer and closer, running his fingers through her hair as she bobbed up and down. Her other hand reached up and played with his balls. Dave moaned again, almost inaudibly. As Dave's moans grew louder Molly looked up, his cock sliding out of her mouth with a juicy pop. Her hand worked up and down fast. "Stop holding it back, Dave; I want you to cum for me, now." She squeezed Dave's balls as her other hand stroked up and down his length furiously. Dave let loose with a loud "mmmahhh fuck!" Molly felt Dave's cock contract, and quickly wrapped her lips around him again just in time for the first powerful stream of juice to hit her tongue. Dave looked down as she released him from her mouth again and opened up just in time for the next stream to shoot in to her mouth. She continued stroking and sucking, slurping every last drop until Dave's cock began to soften. Molly continued massaging his balls as she rested back on her legs looking up at Dave. Her hair, face, and shirt were all wet from the running shower, but she smiled warmly. "You're all wet," Dave said, looking down. "You have no idea," Molly retorted, smiling devilishly, "but you're about to find out." She stood up, briefly kissing him again. Molly took Dave's now-limp cock and led him to the bed with it. She sat Dave down on the bed, and stood in front of him. "Tell me what you want to see." Dave rested back on his elbows. "No need to stay in that wet t-shirt." Without a word Molly slid her hands down her side and underneath her shirt and pulled it over her head, shaking her hair out as she did. Her chest was even larger than Dave had imagined. She lifted and squeezed her breasts together, as if she knew exactly what Dave was thinking. They were gorgeous, and about to spill out of the sexy black lacey bra she was wearing. She gave her nipples a gentle squeeze, and gave a look as to inquire, is that all? Dave got up off of his elbows, sitting up. "Why not do away with the skirt as well?" Molly took one step forward, and turned around. She reached around and slid the zipper down. Molly began sliding her skirt down her legs, bending over as she did. Revealing the almost nothing she had on underneath, the matching panties were a very sexy v-string. Dave gazed from Molly's ass down her legs, taking in the view. "Now," Dave spoke up, "stay there, but spread your legs and rub your pussy for me. I want to see how wet you are..." In one motion Molly spread her legs and moved a hand up her leg and with her middle finger began rubbing over her lips, which Dave could now see were freshly shaved. Dave felt his cock begin to come to life again as Molly leaned to one side, peering around to watch him. She pushed her v-string to one side as she did, revealing her already- dripping pussy, Molly worked a finger between her lips, moving up and down her slit, stopping every so often to play with her clit. Smiling and enjoying, Dave finally spoke up. "I'm loving the show, but I can't wait any longer. I need you here with me." Dave put a hand on her hip and turned Molly around, pulling her to him. Her chest was now face level to Dave. He ran his hands up her side and cupped them, holding their weight in his palm. He slid his hands up the front of her breast; as he did, Dave felt her nipples already hardening under neat the lace. He hooked his fingers under the top of her bra and pulled the fabric down over her nipples. Her nipples matched her breasts perfectly; Dave squeezed them tight, slowly taking each nipple in his mouth, sucking lightly as he released it from his lip, then moved on to the next. Molly moaned lightly as Dave moved back and forth between her breasts, pausing only briefly to reach around and unhook her bra, tossing it aside. Molly's nipples were like rocks inside Dave's mouth, and he loved it. As he sucked, Dave's hands worked and massaged her breasts, working from the base, circling up to the nipple, pinching and pulling lightly each time he reached her peek. Molly was grinding her hips into Dave; although he was not hard again yet, he had gained enough strength for her to know it was there, and growing. Molly grabbed Dave's head and pulled their lips together, giving his lower lip a nibble. "God, fuck me Dave," she whispered breathlessly in his ear. "Shh," Dave whispered back. At this, Molly shot him a look of passion and desire, pushing her hips down at Dave's cock. Dave kissed her neck, starting at her ear, down to her collar bone, then the same on the other side. Dave noticed she had soaked though her v-sting and was now soaking Dave's cock, much to his delight. Dave reached around and underneath Molly, picking her up and laying her down on the bed. Dave now stood over her. He reached down and grabbed the strings of her panties, pulling them down her legs, and up over her feet, that were now lifted in the air. Dave looked down at her now-naked body. She was shaved except for a nice landing strip, and Dave remembered telling her that was his favorite. Her legs and lips spread, eagerly awaiting his cock, but he was patient. Dave ran a hand down each leg, stopping right where her legs and labia met, then began kissing down her leg, stopping at the same point again. Dave looked up; Molly had put a pillow under her head, so she could see over her voluptuous breasts. She breathed heavily, passion and hunger all over her face. Dave kissed down her other leg, again stopping, but this time, Molly wrapped her legs around Dave's head and neck, pulling his face into her aching pussy. Dave ran his tongue up from her opening to her clit, taking her clit between his lips and sucking hard. Molly let out a moan and pushed her hips toward Dave's face, while pulling him in with her legs. Dave was literally buried between her legs, and loved ever second of it. The taste, the smell, her wetness, each grew better with every flick of his tongue. Dave reached a hand down, and as his tongue worked over Molly's swollen clit, Dave sucked hard and fast, at the same time plunging two fingers inside her waiting cunt. She gasped and bucked her hips and ass as he did. Dave began sliding his pointer and middle fingers in and out forcefully, hooking them back towards himself with each stroke out. His tongue lapped at her clit as he did, pulling it between his lips each time she let out a moan. Dave pulled his head away from her crotch long enough to look up to Molly's face. Her back arched as she squeezed her tits tightly between her palms. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her mouth agape, letting out little moans and heavy breaths. Dave continued working his fingers in and out, his other hand holding her as she worked her hips with each stroke in and out. She opened her eyes after Dave's tongue had left her clit for a few moments. Molly grinned, hunger in her eyes. "Either get back down there...or give me that dick..." she got out between pants. Dave pulled his fingers out and stood up, his cock now rock-hard and at full attention again. "You mean this?" he said, gently stroking it again. Molly began fingering her pussy and just nodded, rocking her hips hard as she plunged her fingers into her opening. Never taking her eyes off of Dave as he moved forward, she spread her legs, expecting him to finally fill her with his manhood, but instead he climbed over her and straddled Molly's waist. Dave looked down at her and put his cock between her beautiful tits, "Wrap your tits around my cock," he said. "Then I'll fuck you." Dave knew this was driving her insane, but she loved it; the devilish grin on her face just kept getting bigger. "You know that's not what I meant, you bastard." She said looking up, but wrapped them around his cock as she said it. Dave began pumping his cock between Molly's tits as she squeezed them tight, pinching and pulling her nipples as she did, watching Dave look down at her, and his cock sliding between her breasts. "I'm giving you exactly what you asked for. How could I resist? You have the most amazing tits I've ever seen," Dave teased. Molly gritted her teeth. "Thank you, but I need you inside me, Dave, and I need it now." With that, she knocked away Dave's arms, which were supporting his weight on the bed while he worked his cock between Molly's breasts. Surprised, Dave fell on top of her, but in the same motion Molly rolled over and positioned herself on top. She grabbed Dave's arms and pinned them above his head, breathing hard, her tits bouncing in Dave's face. "Don't even think about moving," Molly said, kissing Dave deeply. "Had to make me take it, did you?" she said, grinning excitedly. Molly let Dave's arms go and sat up just enough to reach back and grab his cock. She positioned it only momentarily over her slit before sliding down onto Dave's shaft. She was more than ready; after positioning herself for only a second she began rocking back and forth, riding up and down on Dave's cock. Molly kneeled, and positioned her hands on Dave's shoulders, giving her the leverage she needed to thrust her hips up and down, taking the full length of his cock each time. Molly's tits hung over Dave's chest and face. With his hands free he reached up and held them, squeezing tight, supporting their weight as she rocked up and down, pinching and sucking her nipples when he could reach. Molly slammed down hard on Dave's shaft and paused momentarily, kissing him and biting his lip, then sat up straight, arching her back. She began grinding her hips. Dave's cock slowly slid back and forth, in and out of Molly's pussy, as her clit rubbed against his hips. Molly moaned, arching further back, her chest sticking out. Dave reached down and held her hips and ass, spanking her lightly, helping her grind back and forth, letting out low moans and grunts as he watched her pussy slide back and forth. Business or Pleasure Dave began to sit up, wrapping his arms underneath Molly's ass. He looked into her eyes, which were pleading for him not to stop; he had no intention of stopping anyway, but liked the tease. Dave scooped her up and laid Molly on her back again, pulling her to the edge of the bed, her legs spread. Dave took his cock and slid it over her gaping, wet slit, smacking the head of his cock on her clit. Molly gritted her teeth, smiling again. "Dave, fuck me, now! I need to cum! I need you to cum!" Molly said forcefully as she stared into Dave's eyes. Dave took her legs and rested them over his shoulders, sliding his cock back inside of Molly at the same time. Dave slid in and out with forceful rhythmic strokes, their bodies slapping together with each thrust in. Dave watched Molly's tits bounce each time his hip pumped against her ass and his balls rubbed against her anus. Molly's breathing began to quicken. The sound of her growing orgasm only made Dave more excited, so he began thrusting with more force. Her legs no longer hooked over his shoulders, but Dave had her ankles in his hand, holding her legs up, spreading them wide. Dave kept looking from Molly's beautiful face, to her bouncing tits, down to his cock pumping in and out of her warm, sweet pussy, and with each stroke he began to speed up. Molly was panting and screaming now, "Oh God... harder...deeper," she was moaning between breaths. Dave was more than happy to accommodate, so he put her legs back over his shoulders and leaned forward over her, till her knees were almost touching her shoulders. His cock slammed in and out, hard and fast; the sound of their bodies slapping together was almost drowned out by the mix of their grunts and moans. Finally Molly built up and let out a loud yell, screaming with relief. Dave felt the walls of her vagina contract around his cock. He slowed his stokes as she came, and the feeling was enough to push Dave over the edge as well. His cock tightened, and then for the second time tonight, he spilled his hot cum into a second hole of Molly's. Dave continued stroking in and out until both their orgasms slowed. He let her legs back down, but kept them hooked over his shoulders, continuing to slide his cock in and out until he was too limp to continue and slid out. Dave moved up the bed and positioned himself facing her, their bodies pressed together. "That was more than I could ever have dreamed or imagined," Dave said, smiling down at Molly. "I know," Molly replied, grinning back smugly. She couldn't hold it for long, though, and a laugh broke though. She wrapped her arms around Dave, kissing him gently, and settled in. "So, what about dinner?" Dave asked. "You, sir, are not going anywhere. Grab a Coke from the machine if you need it, but you're all mine tonight. Like it or leave it, mister," Molly said, squeezing him tight. "I guess I'll like it..." Dave said, letting out a sigh, but sliding a hand over her landing strip and soft wet lips as he did. "Shh..." she whispered back. "Sorry, too late for that," Dave replied, pulling Molly close, wrapping his arms around her as he did. Business or Pleasure? Each thrust caused Jules to gasp. A mixture of pain and pleasure sweeping through her sensuous body. His grasp felt firm, in control, and as he pulsated against her, she felt herself drawn inexorably toward the inevitable climax that began like a pinprick light somewhere deep in her mind. 'More please more. Just fuck me'' she found herself begging through whispered lips. His response was to hitch her further up the wall before dropping her onto his fully erect penis causing him to thrust up to the hilt. It was too much, and as he played with the stocking clad tops of her long and lucious legs, Jules found herself clawing at his neck and biting deeply into his throat as the orgasm tore through her with gay abandon, like a series of waves on the beach, each crashing through her with ever more intensity than the last, until her body could take it no longer. She collapsed panting with exhaustion as his strong arms lifted her with ease. Placing her gently down on the chaise long. He kissed her tenderly between her legs causing a flicker of a smile to ripple across her lips. I turned away with a sickening feeling deep within the pit of my stomach. Closing my eyes I quickly recalled each moment as Jules had succumbed to his teasing and pleasure. A mixture of envy, inadequacy and lust gripped me like cold steel. So this was her secret lover. A man I had suspected for so long, but who in my naivety I had convinced myself did not really exist except in my imagination. It should not have been a surprise of course. Jules was quite simply stunning. Dressed in smart chic business suits, seamed nylons and always high heels she had been known to cause accidents as men just simply could not keep their eyes off of her. I had always enjoyed the moments too, after all I was the one to share a bed with the gorgeous vamp and her lovemaking left me feeling exhausted with pleasure. I smiled inwardly and imagined what the little minx was up to now. Peering back through the gap in the door, my glance coincided with the pop of a champagne cork being released from its imprisoned neck. ' Moet' I chuckled to myself, she would like that. Three other well dressed men in their bespoke pin stripe suits now lifted her onto the highly polished boardroom table, whilst skilfully undressing her. Stripped to her basque, nylons and shoes .My lovely Jules was laid back on the table. Half-drunk with delight, and no doubt several glasses of champagne from her lunchtime soiree, she looked a picture as her legs were lifted in a V shape. Her hand stretched about above her, her long red nails glistening in the afternoon sun. With half closed eyes, she purred with satisfaction, her pearl necklace and beautiful red lips forming an endearing focal point against the dark wood of the table. The men were in various stages of undress, aroused beyond the point of restraint by this sexy, intelligent and adorable woman. It was as much as I could do not to rush out and join them as my own excitement had now reached painful proportions! I watched with stunned delight as the champagne was first trickled, and then emptied down her legs in a cascading flow. One of her lovers began eagerly licking and sucking at her ankle causing her to squeal with delight. The remainder of the bottle was emptied over her bosom, and with her basque partly ripped down her nipples were licked in a frenzy of orgasmic lust. Already driven once to heights of passion this second onslaught from her skilled lovers took her over the edge within minutes. Screaming to be fucked, they simply teased her with their tongues and hands until she could take it no longer. Her body bucked and writhed as if she had completely lost control of her inhibitions, all decorum was swept away as she revelled in her moments of pleasure. Allowing her orgasm to fulfil itself, the men gently caressed her, and skilfully carried her to the soft chaise that formed part of their office furniture. As she regained her level of self-control, Jules found it hard to believe that only an hour ago she had arrived at the office to discuss some business matters with one of the partners. She had met him once before and had been taken with his boyish charm and good manners even though he was in his early fifties She had been treated like a lady, but she noticed that he had become fascinated by her long, stocking clad legs shortly after taking a seat opposite him. Jules enjoyed this game. Usually waiting until the moment was right {often when a man was in mid sentence} before crossing her legs with a sensuous swish whilst fixing his eyes with a gaze. True to form his eyes were fixed on her legs. She knew instantly that this was another man in the palm of her hand! They had flirted and talked and at one point he had made a call to another office. A short time later two colleagues joined him. One of whom was introduced as his partner, and a younger man in his early twenties who looked decidedly sheepish and embarrassed, particularly when Jules caught him sneaking a look at the dark welt of her stocking tops where she had allowed her dress to ride up. They flirted with her ways that were so obvious that she almost wanted to laugh out load at their predictability. Eventually the statements became more risqué, until almost before noticing she found her neck and shoulders being massaged by the stronger older man. He exuded a wonderful charm and was brimming with confidence in a way that Jules found a turn on. His was dressed in a well-cut bespoke suit and everything about him exuded class and culture. Jules found herself thinking what a pleasure it would be to be made love to; no to be 'fucked' by this man. Her feelings were very basic and physical. She new he was married and desired him no further than an afternoons pleasure, but one that would leave an impact on both of them. Her thoughts suddenly returned to the present. She was aware that one of her shoes had been removed. The younger of the men trailing his tongue slowly across her stockinged arch before expertly chewing her toes. Jules caught her breath and moaned loudly throughout this unexpected treat. The young mans excitement was plain to see, and certainly feel as he brushed his growing manhood up against her nyloned thighs, 'My my what a naughty boy' she teased as her long nails gently raked across the front of his trousers. It was too much for him, and as he shuddered Jules realised that her conquest of him had been complete! The effect was not lost on the two older men. Although in a state of dreamy awareness and awash with pleasure, Jules heard the sound of zips undoing. She closed her eyes and smiled, her hands gently seeking out the proud upstanding owners of two engorged cocks. For the next thirty minutes she was lost in an orgy of lust as each man took his turn at her. Often changing at mid point she became abandoned to the pursuit of pleasure from wherever it came and by whatever means. In the end she almost lost consciousness through sheer exhaustion, and had lost count of the number of orgasms that had racked her body. As she began to recover, I made my exit and returned to the car. I sat there with a mixture of feelings racing through my mind, my insides felt as though they were made of melting butter! I was interrupted by the car door opening as Jules slid into the seat displaying her long and elegant legs to the full. 'How was your meeting?' I asked as nonchalantly as possible. 'Oh just the usual boring stuff, you know what its like' she answered noncommittally. During the drive home I glanced sideways at her beautiful profile, her tapered feminine hands and those so long graceful legs. She was a very naughty girl indeed, and I couldn't wait to be in the house alone with her. When we arrived home I embraced her tightly, savouring every touch and movement of her body next to mine. Despite what I had witnessed my love for Jules was as strong as ever. Her naughtiness somehow added to her appeal. I kissed her passionately on the lips feeling proud that this lovely lady was with me. I knew that I had her love, and it gave a warm glow inside. As if reading my thoughts, she ran her fingers through my hair, and then across my own bulging manhood. 'I think we might have to put you in the shower' she murmured with a soft smile. I kissed her gently and arm in arm we made to move inside to the pleasures that awaited us. Business or Pleasure? In April last year, I was booked into the Old Bridge Hotel, Huntingdon. It was a business trip. Two days; three nights, visiting four companies in the north of Cambridgeshire. It was a nice country hotel, just off the A14 and the main street of the town, near the Godmanchester Bridge, with a U-shaped arrangement of rooms. Not a modern executive hotel but a historical place with two dozen nicely fitted rooms and a good room service. As I drove to the car park entrance, another car was coming from the opposite direction and I gave way so it turned in front of me. I parked alongside it and got out at the same moment as an attractive woman of about 30, shorter than I am and all muffled up in winter clothing. It was still cold, even for an English April. She had difficulty getting her big case out of the car and it fell onto the ground with a crunch. I helped her to straighten it and stand it on its wheels. It seemed as heavy as she must have been. She thanked me with a smile, lifted the handle, and wheeled it off in the direction of Reception. My room was 112; first floor above ground, room 12. As soon as I opened the door and looked out of the window, I could see that I was in one corner of the U, with a view down the long wall of the other leg of the hotel. There were four more rooms down that leg, judging from the windows. And there my curiosity stopped. I closed the curtains. It had been a long drive and I soon fell asleep, until early the next morning. The next evening, after a day talking, persuading, convincing and cajoling company directors to give orders to my business, I went straight to the bar in the hotel for a quick snack. Then up to 112 at about 7.45. As I opened the door, I was aware of light coming from inside the room and thought I'd left the bedside lamp switched on that morning. But no; as I looked round, it became clear that the light was coming through the window. The hotel cleaner had left my curtains open. I put down my laptop, and walked to the window to see what was so bright. The light was coming from the adjacent bedroom, just round the corner of the U, and on the same floor as mine. The curtains were wide open and I could see that two bedside lamps were lit. Nothing else was visible in the room so I gave it no more thought, turned back into my own room, switched on my own lamp and took of my coat. I went to the bathroom and had a quick shower, brushed my teeth and generally got relaxed, ready for an hour or so watching TV and reading my newspaper. All this time, my curtains were open and the light was still streaming in from the room opposite. After a few minutes, I noticed from the corner of my eye, that the light coming through my window had changed. It seemed less bright, less intense, so I walked over to the window. In the other room, a woman was walking in front of one of the lamps, casting a shadow across to my room. In the glare of her lamp, I couldn't see much but, as she moved to one side, I saw that she was dressed only in white underwear. And what underwear! I'll be 54 next birthday, so I recognised her outfit as a long white bra, white zipped up girdle with suspenders, black seamed stockings and white shiny satiny panties. A younger man may have wondered what she was wearing but I can remember youngish women dressed like that more than 30 years ago, when I was still dating and not yet married. Not women of my own age, but certainly women in their late 20s or perhaps 30's. They excited me back then, and she excited me now. I couldn't see her face but she had a mass of dark hair, through which the lamp light shone like a halo. As I watched her and she moved around, I realised she was the woman from the car park. She lifted a dark dress from a chair or a cupboard out of my view, and stepped into it. She reached round and pushed up the zipper from below her waist, and then reached over one shoulder and pulled it all the way to the nape of her neck. Then she stepped into a pair of high heels, which I couldn't see either, but she stood taller and walked to the door. I didn't see her leave her room but I judged her direction and the emptiness of my view. The lamps were still switched on. Quickly, a plan came to my mind, a dashed to my own cupboard and put my clothes back on, and jumped into my shoes near the door. I grabbed my room-key and went out into the corridor. I was right: she'd walked past my door and was on her way to the lift as I emerged. She seemed taller, about 5ft 9in, and walking on mountainous heels, so she must have been 5ft 4 or 5in without them. She moved beautifully with little steps and her body swaying with each stride. I saw all that in a single glance as she walked away from me. She stopped and looked round and smiled. Her eyes twinkled and her lips parted to show a proper smile with her teeth parted slightly. For some reason, she looked delighted about something and I spoke. "Good evening. You look very happy." "Hello again. I am," she replied, "a big problem has just gone away from me." "Congratulations. It suits you to have your problems solved. You look very well," I was trying to be friendly without being obviously excited by her and my knowledge of her underwear. I walked with her towards the lift, and pressed the button. I simply wanted to be near her and watch her, imagining her corsetry, until she drove off or met someone else. We got into the lift, and I selected G. We were quiet since it was only one floor, but I smiled at her and thought about the bra holding her ribs and the high girdle stretched over her bottom and across her groin, and the shiny panties between her legs. As we got out, she turned towards the restaurant and I assumed she was on her way to meet someone for dinner. I walked with her and made light conversation. "Wasn't it a nice day, today. Are you here on business?" She ignored my first question, as we all do in that situation. "No, I'm here for pleasure," she said, I thought provocatively. I had another mental picture of her suspenders and stocking tops. The restaurant was half empty and a waiter came towards us. "Table for two?" I was on the point of saying "No" but she spoke up and asked me "Are you alone?" I said I was and she said to the waiter, "Yes please. Is that alright?" She turned to me and I just nodded. I couldn't believe this was happening. Soon I'd be sitting near a well-girdled woman, twenty years after such a thing stopped happening to me, and her legs would be under the same table as mine. My erection was raging and I half hoped she wouldn't notice it and half that she would. I put one hand in a pocket to hide things a little. We followed the waiter and took a table for four in a bay window with a radiator. He prepared it quickly for the two of us sitting opposite each other. I carried on with the small talk. "Did you manage your case alright? It seems very heavy........." she interrupted me. ".........for a little person like me, is that what you're thinking?" "No, of course not," I lied, "it would be heavy for anyone. Did you manage it?" "Yes thanks. It's a lot lighter now. I've been able to pass on lots of papers and things – that's why a big problem's been solved." "How's that?" I raised my eyebrows and nodded my head a little. She reached across the table to a menu and I thought I saw a mark in the fabric of her dress, under one arm, where the long bone of the bra or perhaps the girdle was showing through. My erection was reinforced. "I was delivering a mass of papers and books to someone. You know how heavy they are. Anyway, they've gone now." "So will you be leaving soon?" I asked, hoping the answer would be No. I wanted to be closer still and to hold her somehow. In my head I was saying, "Don't go, don't go." "No," she replied as if reading my mind, "I'm looking for a few days relaxation and seeing the sights in Cambridge, if I can." "Do you know the city?" I was think that perhaps I could show her a round and stay near her longer. I wanted to know exactly what her corsetry was like. What make was her girdle? How many hooks under the zipper? What flexible and what stretch panels did it have. How high did it come and how low under her bottom? Did it feel tight on her or was she wearing it just to hold up the stockings? So many thoughts passed through my head as I struggled to keeps some composure and stop my erection from bursting through my own zipper! "No. I've not been here before. Do you know it?" she asked me. It was too good to be true. This nice young woman with her firm vintage underwear was talking her way into my company. "Yes. Very well. Would you like a guide?" I was trying everything I could think of to stay near her and to get another glimpse of her corsetry. "Are you free to do that for me?" "Be a pleasure. I'm here as long as I wish. I'd be happy to show you around for a day or so. Yes?" but I was thinking, "And evenings and nights, please." In fact, I didn't want much; just to hold her and feel at her body and her underwear and let myself get excited again after so many years. The menu arrived and we ordered drinks. White wine for her and red for me, and chilled water. The meal went easily and we exchanged small talk. We discovered that we were both divorced; me for many years and she for eight months. I noticed at one point that she was looking at my key on the table and she asked, "My room's 111; isn't that a coincidence?" She talked about her work as a publisher's agent but I got the impression that her visit to Cambridge was nothing to do with her work. I decided to ask her directly. "So did you come here on company business - with all those books and papers?" "No," she said, "I was giving my ex-husband back the rest of his books and years of paperwork. He works at the university, and our house was just crammed with his stuff. Tons of it. Anyway it's gone and now I'm free of that and of him." I didn't know what to say and there was a short silence. "I'm sorry," she continued, "that's my problem and it's solved now. I shouldn't burden you with it. Let's have another drink." I motioned to the waiter and said to her, "If I can help in any way, I will. And we'll start by looking around Cambridge tomorrow." "Thank you" and the meal finished with our drinks. I walked her to the lift and round to her room. "How do you know this is my room?" she asked. "Just guessed from when you came past my room," I lied again. She gave me a wide smile, said "Good night," and went inside. I went to my room. I dashed to the window without switching on the light, and stood there to see if I should get another view of her. Sure enough, she came to the window side of the bed, reached round and unzipped the dress in two stages, and dropped it to her feet, tossing it to a chair to one side. She revealed the full extent of her underwear, yet again. I was in a trance watching her. She was only eighteen or twenty feet away from me, still in her high heels. I decided to do a boyish thing and took off all my clothes until I was standing in my own dark window totally naked, watching her. Although I'm a man in his fifties, I'm not in bad shape, not overweight and I used to keep fit regularly until a couple of years ago. I was flushed and my erection stuck out like an extra limb. I'm not very straight in the erection department: I curve upwards and slightly to the left. It's never been a functional problem, if you know what I mean, but I've always been aware and of it. There I was a few yards from this young woman taking off her stockings. I thought I was going to climax on the spot and shoot my juice all over the window. Then something happened that changed the evening, the day, the year and my life for all I know. For some reason, the security lights in the quadrangle at the back of the hotel suddenly all sprang to brilliant brightness. Because of the position of my window, one of the lights shone directly in at me and dazzled me. I put my hand up to my eyes but remained where I was standing: I was so startled. Then, just as suddenly, the glaring lights went out and I was left blinded. I backed away from the window and tried to accustom my eyes to the relative darkness of the room. The curtains were still open but I was more concerned about getting my vision back, for a moment or two anyway. When I returned to the window, her curtains were closed. My erection was subsiding by this time and I thought about putting some clothes on. My room phone rang and a memorable voice said, "Were you watching me?" I took in a deep breath. "I was, and I was very excited by what I saw. I'm sorry if I've offended you." "You silly man," she giggled down the phone, "come round here but please put some clothes on first. I don't want you getting arrested on the way. OK?" and she giggled again. I grabbed some clothes but didn't bother with shoes or socks, and my room key, and did as she said, and she opened her room door to let me in. She was dressed in a long satin gown, tied at her waist with a broad bow. As I entered, I noticed that she was still wearing her stockings and the high heels . "That's naughty you know; watching a girl when she's undressing." She sounded cross but her eyes were smiling. "I'm sorry but it's many years since I saw such attractive underwear on an attractive woman. I was so excited." That was no lie and it seemed best to be honest. "I noticed," and she giggled again. I smiled broadly. "I think you look wonderful," I said looking straight into her eyes, "I wish I'd met you years ago." She turned her back and walked a short distance, turned round and undid the bow on her dressing gown. "Do you know how old I am?" she toyed with me. "No idea. You're young and beautiful and you wear exciting underclothes; that's all I know." "I'm 34. And do you know how old this girdle is?" she undid the front of the gown, held it open, and showed me the girdle and the rest of her outfit. "I bought it from a store closure and it's new, but it's 34 years old as well. Aren't you surprised that a woman like me will wear such old clothes?" She smoothed her palm down her front from the bra cups to the bottom of the girdle on her groin. "I am surprised but you look so good, I'm not bothered with ages or history. You're just amazing; too good to be true for me, really" "Would you like to hold me?" This was getting easier and very much to my liking. "Or is it that you want to hold the girdle?" This woman obviously knew about men; or at least men like me. "You're lovely and I'd be very happy to hold you." I smiled at her, "With the underwear, you're irresistible. Holding you dressed like this would be a dream come true." She dropped the gown onto the bed and took one step towards me. I went to her and took her waist in my hands and slowly pulled her to me until her head rested on my shoulder and I could feel her breasts on my ribs, through my shirt. At first, she placed her arms up my chest and held onto my shoulders, and then slipped them round me and held me in a proper embrace. We stood there for a few minutes, letting the heat develop between us and I could feel the bones and the seams of her long bra under my hands, and the even firmer tightness caused by the girdle nearer to her skin. She was encased from collar bones to mid thighs and she felt wonderful to me. I glanced down and saw that the bra was very sturdy, with broad straps, a long row of hooks down the back and a three-inch cuff at her waist. The cups were full in design, right up above her breasts, and she filled them magnificently. They were firm in their pressure against me. She'd taken off the shiny panties, I realised. As I held her, I was conscious of my erection pressing forward into her abdomen. She squirmed and I thought she was trying to get away from the evidence of my excitement, but I was wrong. She positioned herself carefully and then squeezed me towards her with her arms around my back. We both moved at the same moment towards the bed and she reached down to unfasten my belt. As we got to the bed, I quickly unzipped my trousers and let them fall, and with a flick of my arms and shoulders threw off the shirt. In just my black briefs, I laid her down slowly into the bed and she shuffled over a short way, so as not to be on the edge. This was my first full-length look at her corsetry. Her stockings were held to the girdle by wide suspenders, each with a shiny metal clip and button. The girdle itself extended over her pubic area and onto her thighs by three inches or more. It was made in numerous panels with bones and seams between them. The front was embroidered in a heavy stitching pattern and a layer of lace covered her from her bra line to the bottom edge. The lace made the girdle look gentle and soft, but as soon as I put my hand flat on her stomach I could tell it was rigid and unyielding. Her abdomen could not possible bulge out of the perfect straight line of her girdle. At the sides, it contained two narrow panels of white satin and two more of brilliant white elastic or maybe Lycra. Over her left hip, a long zip ran to the top with a tassel of white silk through the puller, which I could see through the fabric of the bra. I couldn't see the back of the girdle as she lay there, but I knew that I'd get to know it very soon. The bra was an item of machinery. It was constructed in panels, like the girdle, but all were stretch fabric, with bones between them. Its firmness lay in its bones, the long row of hooks at the back and the stout cuff at the waist. She could breathe, because she was beginning to pant now, but the bra wouldn't move on her because of its shape and fit. Her breasts stood up in the bra cups, pointing to the ceiling, and my hand roamed up from her stomach to caress first one bra cup and then the other. I put one knee on the bed and leant down to kiss her. Her arms, which had been down at her sides until then, came up to me and pulled me gently towards her face. We kissed gently but long. Not deep in each other's mouths, but playing with our lips and tongue-tips; a sort of teasing. I ran my hand slowly and gently down her body from her throat, over her breasts, down the straight flatness of her taut abdomen and under the bottom edge of the girdle. She parted her legs a little and I slid my middle finger between her labia. She was wet. She made a little murmur and then spoke softly into my ear, "Please don't keep me waiting." I knew what she meant and stood up to take off my briefs. Her eyes were closed and I laid my hands on her breasts again, on the bra. Then I moved myself to lie next to her and kissed her neck and breasts, through the bra, whilst moving my hand down to her labia again. She opened her legs a little more and I moved my head down to kiss the tops of her legs, between the stockings and the girdle. I moved my kisses toward her labia and couldn't reach in with my lips: the girdle came too far down her groin and over her mounds. She realised it and lifted both her knees, and I slid down between her legs, almost falling off the bottom of the bed. I held on to her girdled waist and put my face between her legs. She was warm and smelled fresh with just a hint of woman; from her moist labia I supposed. My tongue moved to her lips and immediately to her clitoris. She moaned again and I started to move my tongue rhythmically over her sweet spot. She began moving her body in time with my tongue, and as she speeded up, so did I. Then I knew she was going to come and pressed my tongue just a little firmer into her clitoris and my face into the fullness of her labia and her pubic hair. She began breathing deeply and blowing out, and murmuring, until she came a massive orgasm. She brought her knees together and I thought she would crush my head but she simply pressed either side of my ears, and I felt her quivering. She subsided slowly and murmured again, nothing like words, just sounds of pleasure and relaxation. She put her hands down to my head, relaxed her thighs, and gently pulled on me to come up the bed. Business or Pleasure? I did and found myself positioned perfectly between her parted knees, still drawn up either side of me, with her heels on the bed. Supporting myself on my elbows, I slid easily into her and she arched her back with the penetration. She was moist and warm and tight for me. I slowly moved further into her until I was full length and felt my pubic hair against her labia. My testicles were rubbing against the back of the girdle as it came below her bottom and was now taut behind her raised thighs. I kissed her lips as I reached high inside her she kissed me back; this time with a deep tongue kiss right to the back of my mouth so that we could both taste her juices. She rested her tongue on the top of my mouth and I played with it, with my tongue. I began to move back and forth inside her and she put her hands down to hold my chest, and to pull and push in time with me. My orgasm built in just a minute and I held it off as long as I could, but soon it burst out of me and I flooded her with months and months of pent up sperm and juices. I collapsed onto her but still taking most of my weight on my elbows. She pulled me down to her breasts and I could feel their hardness and the fabric of the bra against my chest. We both relaxed as my penis withdrew itself and all my fluids gushed from her onto the bottom of her girdle and onto the bed. "Oops." she said and giggled again, "Now I'll have to do some laundry." "You're wonderful," I spoke almost in a trance with my eyes closed, "you feel amazing." "And you know how to please me," she complimented me, "will you stay here with me tonight?" "Of course; I want to be with you." "And my girdle?" "Everything and anything you want." It was my turn to giggle softly. After a few minutes lying together, we got up from the bed and I helped her undress. First the 14 hooks of the bra, which I lifted off her shoulders from behind and reached round to cup her breast in my hands for a moment or two. She let me do it with no hesitation or sign of haste. Then I kneeled down in from of her and undid the suspenders. I couldn't remember the last time I'd done that; it seemed so long ago to be a different person in a different world; not me at all. I did them all and she sat on the bed whilst I pulled the stockings slowly down her legs and off her toes, laying them on the bed beside her. I could see right up into her labia and the smooth wet pinkness of her vagina, still dripping with both our juices. Then she stood up and I unzipped the girdle, and the five hooks underneath it. Before I could take a hold she turned over the cuff waist and pulled the girdle down by herself, until it rested on the floor. She left it there and stood to hold me again. She took hold of my right hand and pushed it between her legs. I cupped the warmth and the wetness. She did a clever little movement somewhere in her body, and my palm was filled with our juices. I was surprised because I'd never had such an experience, small and unimportant as it seemed. She took hold of my hand again and lifted it until it was level with her breast and then turned it, so that the contents ran down her cleavage. Then with both her hands, she spread our juices around her torso, before pulling me towards her again. We stood there for a few minutes, holding each other as our juices trickled between us and started to dry on our two bodies. After that, she showered and so did I, for the second time that evening, and we put out the lights before going to bed. In the night we made love again, totally naked, and we talked. I learned a little about her divorce and told her about mine. She wanted to be held and caressed gently, so I stroked her breasts and ran my fingers through her hair, which she liked very much. He touched my face and my penis and my bottom, without necessarily requesting more sexual activity. She just wanted to be close and feel cared for. "Aren't you put off my girdle and things?" she asked me at one point. "No; the opposite. I've spent many years - maybe 30 years - looking for a woman who would wear such things and be with me. Why? Have you had problems in the past?" I asked her. "Oh yes," she replied, "Boyfriends as long as I can remember always asked me to take them off. My husband did, too, although he seemed to like them at the beginning. It's one reason he went off me, I think." She was giving me more information on her divorce. "Well, I like it very much and I like the way you wear them all," I said softly, "I'd be with you and buy you more of those clothes if you were my wife. When did you start wearing them?" "I never stopped," she said, "When I was about 14, my mum took me to a shop and got me my first girdle. It was a light flimsy thing but I liked the feeling and the support. It was a panty type, you know? I think I was the only girl in my class to wear support undies, but I liked it and I didn't go to school in it. It was for evening and weekends. My mum was quite old fashioned; she was 43 when I was born, so she had ideas from the 1950s and 60s." She went quiet for a few moments, as if remembering her mother. Then she said, "After she died, and I left home to go to university, I bought more and different styles. Since I graduated, I've worn the firmest styles I can find. Are you sure you like them?" "What can I do to convince you?" I asked, "Shall I buy you some more?" "You can't do that; you're a stranger to me. Really, I don't know what came over me tonight, but you're a lovely man and so good to be with. Thank you for being good to me - for pleasing me. It's been such a long time." "More tomorrow, if that's your wish," I replied, "I'll stay here with you as long as you want me." "Thank you. A couple of day?" she snuggled up to me and then seemed to startle suddenly. "I'd better wash that girdle. Let me out. I'm sorry." She got up and took the girdle to the bathroom, and I followed. I watched her wash the garment and helped her to dry it a little inside a towel, and then I hung it with the retractable drying cord through it, that was available across the bath. She dried her hands and wrapped them round me again, and the urge came over us both a third time. We went to bed and enjoyed a few more pleasures together. The next day, she dressed in another girdle which I put on her; a different style but just as firm and with another long bra over it. It had four flat hard bones spread over the front, over her abdomen, from the waist to just above the middle suspenders. The zipper over her left hip was reinforced by flexible bones up either side of it, and there was a balancing pair on the other side over her hip bones and into her waist. At the back, there were two very long flat bones from the top edge near her bra band, all the way to the bottom edge of the girdle, to where the back two suspenders attached. I put one hand in the small of her back and my other on her tummy, and pressed gently. The took an involuntary intake of breath and I could tell that this girdle was almost rigid. The bra overlapped the top edge of the girdle and added to the tightness and rigidity at that point around her waist. She wore support stockings because we'd be walking a lot. They were so smooth and tight on her; almost like girdles for her legs. We spent the day around Cambridge and I showed her some of the sights; King's College, the river, the Mathematical Bridge at Queens', the Fitzwilliam Museum. All day we held each other and wandered round like a happy couple, which we were. She was muffled up again against the wind and the chill, but I knew what she was wearing underneath and I was on the point of erection all day. At the end of the day, we had dinner and went to her room again. She said to me, "Come back in half an hour. I want to show you something else that I think you'll enjoy." When I got back to her, without my shoes, socks or briefs this time, she was dressed in the same satin gown as the previous night. She let me untie the bow and open it, to reveal a severe zippered all-in-one with six suspenders to her support stockings. This all-in-one had bones down the full length of the back, at the sides under her arms and down to the suspenders, and at the front under the bra cups to the bottom edge. A zipper ran from between her breasts, almost to the bottom edge at her groin. "That looks firm," I said, "is it comfortable for you?" "No; that's the point of my underwear. I can feel it all the time and it controls me. Haven't you worked that out by now? This one is the firmest I've got and it really controls me. Do you think we can make love in this?" I put my hand again in the small of her back and pressed gently on her tummy. This corselette was ferocious in its firmness and the way it held her body. I stood back a pace, as if scrutinising her and her corsetry; which in fact I was, and took off my clothes at the same time. I went round the back of her and saw that the corselette reached right up to the line of her shoulders. Almost to the nape of her neck. She was encased in it from her shoulders to mid thigh and the only skin visible on her torso below her shoulder was the one-inch gap at the top of her stockings. Then the tight stockings went all the way to the carpet. She was imprisoned in her underwear. I was surprised that she managed to put all of it on by herself. I decided to joke with her. "Who helped you into this?" "Very funny," she made a look of disgust, "it took me 30 minutes, didn't it, and I was alone, wasn't I?" "Sorry," I said and looked contrite, hanging my head like a little boy. "Come here," she said and wrapped herself round me again, "Well, do you think we can?" The feeling of this corsetry got me erect within two seconds. The firmness and the smoothness were amazing. It was hard to believe that she could tolerate it for very long. She tugged me towards the bed and we lay down. She was right; she couldn't open her legs and the corselette came so low on her thighs that it was like reaching up into a tunnel of corsetry. A bone-lined tunnel. I played with her, with my fingers and tried to get my lips to her labia but it wasn't possible. I propped her legs up, with her heels on the bed, and tried to get through that way but the tunnel was simply too long. We tried a number of different positions on the bed but all proved impossible unless we took off the corselette and I came close to suggesting it. "Do you think we could......," I started but she interrupted me again. "Don't even suggest taking it off. I want all the excitement while I'm inside it. OK?" I nodded and pondered how we might do it. Then it came to me. I turned her over and made her kneel up. Then I pressed her head down to the pillow. I took hold of each knee and prised her legs apart as much as I could. Staring up at me was her vagina and labia, glistening and suffused. I reached with my hand and cupped her between her legs. Then I lay on my back the bed, raised myself on my elbows and got my face between her legs and then I could lick her. I knew then that, if I could lick her, I could penetrate her. And so we did that. She with her face in the pillow and me toying with her and then filling her. She mewed like a kitten into the pillow and came another massive orgasm as I tongued her, squirting my face and shoulders with her ejaculation. I don't know what her juices were but they weren't urine and they tasted delicious. Then I filled her with my erection and plunged into her whilst kneeling behind her and gripping her waist. Then I pressed down on her shoulder blades to make her torso into an even steeper angle. The corselette held her rigidly and I could feel the firmness of her figure inside it. She couldn't move very much but she rocked backward and forward as I plunged and soon I felt my orgasm building up in me and I shot the whole day's load of juice and sperm into her. I held onto her waist again and then onto the back suspenders as I tried to stay in her as long as possible. She kept still as well, and we just stayed there waiting for things to subside. When I came out of her, the same rush of juices came again and flooded down my thighs and onto the bed. She collapsed sideways and reached out to me with one arm. I lay down beside her and put an arm over her. "Lovely," she whispered. "Amazing," I whispered back. We've been together since. I'm in heaven. Girdle heaven, with a beautiful sensual corseted woman. Life's started over again for me. Business or Pleasure? The week had been hard on Dylan. More work, and less sleep meant no time for anything else in his life. And without time to spare, his wife was left without sex. She also worked hard, but she still held a strong sexual appetite. Dylan left work early. Stress was working it's way in, and he wanted it to be worked out. He closed his office door, and canceled all appointments for the day. His secretary watched as Dylan stepped out. She knew how hard he worked, and she also wished that she could do something to help, even if it meant sex. Knowing that Dylan, or Mr. Mandrake to her, was married kept her from opening up and telling him how she felt. As the streets of downtown remained busy almost 24/7, there were fewer cabs that stopped by. As he whistled, a cab driver pulled up next to him and Dylan stepped inside. "Where to?" The driver asked. "Asian Dreams Spa," Dylan answered. "Ah, yes, very good," The driver responded, then drove off towards the ending location. Dylan thought about his wife. He thought about taking a week off, and focusing on fulfilling her needs. Go to the islands, or enjoy a fancy dinner. Maybe go to the lake and stay in a cabin away from society. Enjoy meaningful, non rushed sex. The works. His mind raced with all the possibilities. His marriage of seven years still meant so much to him. The driver slowed down, and pulled along the curb next to a building that had a small sign on the front lawn that read: "Asian Dreams Spa." The line underneath read: "Our Pleasure Is Your Happy Endings." "Here you go, my friend," The driver said to Dylan. "Five fifty total." Dylan handed the man a ten and said, "Keep the change, thank you." "Enjoy. Good place," The driver said to Dylan, then drove away. As Dylan looked up to the building, he was reminded that it was in fact an old home that had been converted into a therapeutic retreat. The grass was green, and freshly cut. Flowers grew in front of the porch to give it an inviting feel. It was a nice place. He walked up the front steps, and entered the door. Straight ahead was the service desk. "Hello, Mister Mandrake, how may we help you today?" A younger, pretty half Asian, half Caucasian woman asked him. She wore a white button up thin blouse, and the top button was left open. She looked classy and professional, without coming off as business. Her personality said to him, "I am here to serve you, and I care." "I think today, I want to have the whole package. I'm very stressed today, and I would like to relax." "Very good, Mister Mandrake. We can accommodate you," She said to him. The beautiful owner came down the stairway and said to the young, service desk attendant," Ami, I think today I will accommodate Mister Mandrake. The young lady acknowledged, and escorted Dylan to his room. "Here you are Mister Mandrake. Get undressed, and lie back under this sheet. Your masseuse will be in in just a few minutes. The young lady left the room, closing the door behind her. Dylan looked around the room. A standalone panel was to his right, just in case someone needed to get dressed or undressed in private. A small stereo sat on a tiny table. Mood music on compact disc's were lined along the front. The colors were earthly, and gave you a warm, not cold feeling. In walked the owner, and her presence immediately entranced Dylan. She was five-seven in height, and thin but athletic. Her muscle tone accented her sexy curves. She wore a thin robe that hugged sensually against her body, and was long enough to touch almost the top of her knees. Professional, but very sexy. "What can I do for you, Mister Mandrake?" She asked. "It has been a while since you have been here." "Yes, Kumi, it has been. Today, I just want to relax," He answered her. "I can help you," She answered, then smiled. "Today, I give you extra special relaxing massage." "That sounds wonderful, Kumi, thank you." Kumi rubbed her hands together to create a warm feeling on her palms. She reached for body oil, and dripped it lightly onto his skin. Before she began, she fitted the sheet so it lay only covering his mid-section. With her right palm, then left, she rubbed the oil around his skin. Her hands squeezed, and massaged his arms, moving along as she pulled gently continuing to rub his fingers to the tips. "So, Dylan, what is on your mind?" Kumi asked, beginning light conversation. "Work. Always work. Well not always. I miss being at home." "What do you miss about home?" She continued. Kumi's hands gliding along his chest, and she slowly worked her way down to his lower legs. "I definitely miss Wife-time." He responded. "That's very sweet," Kumi gave a smile. Her hands slipped up his legs, and she dripped more oils onto his skin. "Are you ready for extra special relaxing massage, Mister Mandrake?" Kumi asked. "I'm ready." Kumi gently removed the sheet that covered his groin section. She dripped oil onto her palms, and gently began to stroke his shaft, making his erection thick and long. She held two fists around it, as she stroked his cock easily, twisting both hands around in opposite directions to enhance the effect. "I give you, Mister Mandrake, nice time here. You go home later and have wife-time," Kumi said to Dylan. "Okay," He agreed. Kumi slipped a fist upwards on his shaft embracing the tip and continuing downwards. Dylan reached out his hand, and felt up Kumi's inner thighs. His hand reached the desired area, and he felt closely towards her wet lips. His fingers nestled her small patch of black pubic hair, and he slowly inserted his index finger between her mound. As he slipped into her wetness, Kumi jerked Dylan's cock muscle, feeling the veins, and watching precum ooze from the tip of his penis. She leaned in close, and licked away the sweet flavors of his juices, making sure nothing dropped away. "You have to cum in my mouth, Mister Mandrake," Kumi whispered enough so he could hear. Dylan understood that she did not want him to make a mess. She stroked his shaft with one hand, then both, working it harder but not so fast. She leaned in close, knowing that he was soon to ejaculate. Not long after, he tightened up, then relaxed as he released a few thick, satisfying streams of cum into Kumi's open mouth. She wrapped her wet lips around the tip, and swallowed every last drop that Dylan gave to her. He moaned. He let his finger slip out from her dripping open hole. "Now, special massage is done," Kumi said to Dylan, licking the remaining juices from her lips. Dylan remained laid back. "So, Mister Mandrake?" Kumi gained Dylan's focus. "Yes, Mrs. Mandrake?" He answered her. "Do you really want more time with me?" She asked, not as masseuse, but because she was his wife of seven years. "More than anything," He answered, without hesitation. "Take a week off of work. Take me on vacation. More sex. You can fuck my pussy," She said to him, making it clear what she wanted. "Tonight. You. Me. Wife-time." His smile became wide with happiness. "Agreed. Now go. Surprise me," She said to him. He took his wife's car, and left. He made sure to keep his word at any cost. That night, they made love before taking a week long vacation in the Bahamas. Business or Pleasure? He leaned back casually in the chair of his hotel room, cradling the phone against his shoulder while typing on his laptop. The summer heat outside was stifling, and he was grateful for the mandatory air conditioning the buildings in this city offered. The woman he spoke to teased him a bit over the phone, trying to convince him to give up work for the night and take a break. He would laugh a bit but continued to work. It was late, and he wanted to finish before retiring for the night. There was a quiet knock at the door. "Hold on," he said, "I think someone is here." "At this hour?" she asked, "it's probably the wrong door. Just ignore it, they'll go away." The knock repeated, slightly louder this time. "I've gotta see who this is," he said, "they aren't going away." She sighed heavily on the phone, sounding annoyed. "Fine... just hurry up." He stepped across the room swiftly, reaching the door in about five steps, he flipped the deadbolt and opened the door partially. She stood in the hallway, smiling... snapping her cell phone shut. She is wearing a deep blue spaghetti strap tank top over low rise jeans which hug her shape down below her knees, the length covering the top of her black high-heeled sandals. "Am I disrupting something important?" she asked coyly, as she stepped past him into the room. He rolled his eyes as he shut the door, flipping the deadbolt back to the lock position. "Nothing at all," he said, "I was just trying to work while this really annoying chick kept hounding me on the phone." He sat back in the chair, reaching over to hang up the receiver. "Hu," she said, examining the screen. "Looks to me like you are pretty much done anyway." Turning her body to face him, she leans on the edge of the desk, reaching behind her to shut the lid. "Yep," she confirms, "work is all closed up for the night." She has both hands on the desk behind her, leaning her weight onto her arms she rolls her head back, allowing her hair to fall behind her. She sighs deeply, stretching her neck before bringing her head up to face him again. "So.... now what do you want to do?" He sits tall in his chair, reaching up to wrap his hands around her legs... thumbs towards her inner thighs while his fingers caress the outside. He moves slowly up the length of her legs, sliding around to her hips. She takes a sudden breath in at his touch, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back again. Her heart rate quickens. "Oh... I'm sure we'll think of something," he says. She shudders as he touches her bare skin under her shirt... he wraps his hands around her waist and pulls her down towards him. She lifts herself from the desk and moves first her right leg, then her left, to kneel on either side of his body in the chair. Her hands hold his shoulders as she settles her body on top of his while he continues to explore the contours of her back. She leans forward, hesitating just before reaching his lips... her fingers dances up his neck, down to his shoulder, and up to the back of his hair. He closes the gap, his lips brushing hers gently. The contact ignites something inside her, and she presses her body closer to his, her mouth greedily finding satisfaction in a deeper kiss. His fingers dig deeper into her back and she moans with pleasure under the pressure. Her heart races as her lips explore his mouth, down his jawline... he leans his head back and she moves down his neck, her teeth grazing his skin and causing him to shudder. He moves his hands to the base of her shirt, pulling upwards she pauses her desperate kisses to allow her clothing to be pulled over her head, revealing her black satin bra. He drops the shirt aside. She runs her fingers across his shoulders down the length of his arms - still kissing him deeply her hands slide over top of his. She takes hold of him and moves his palm over her right breast. At first his contact is tentative, brushing over her nipple through the thickness of her bra... then he grabs her forcefully... greedily squeezing her breast. She lets out a gasp and arches her back, as his right hand finds the back of her neck. He wraps his fingers into her hair and pulls her head back further. He teases her neck with his teeth... biting lightly before pressing his lips urgently against her skin. He is trying to hold back, move slowly, but he is too desperate to feel her... he can barely control himself. He releases her hair and she leans into him, kissing him deeply again. She moans under her breath as his hands explore her body, gliding over her waist, up to her breasts and around to her back. He unclasps her bra and pulls it off of her, dropping it to the floor. Again he wraps his fingers into her hair, pulling her hair and forcing her to arch her back, and he takes her nipples in his mouth... first one, then the other... rolling her nipples with his tongue... eventually biting down and sucking. She lets out a gasp, torn between the pain of the biting and the pleasure of his lips on her skin. She is getting wet under her jeans, and can feel his hard cock as she presses her body into his. "Fuck me," she commands. "Fuck me now." "Not yet," he replies... releasing her hair and slowing his movement to gentle kisses on her neck. She moans - frustrated and excited. Her hands reach down to the bottom of his shirt. She pulls it up, and he allows her to remove it, then she reaches for his belt and he stops her... grabbing her wrists and holding them tight. "I said... Not. Yet." She moans again. "Please?" He looks serious... intense. "No." She moans again, leaning forward onto his shoulder... her breasts brushing against his bare skin, she kisses his neck... whispering in his ear... "I need you to fuck me. Make me cum." He grins. "You will... when I say you can." She melts under the force in his voice. "Please?" Her voice is barely above a whisper, she is desperate to feel him inside her. He releases her wrists, his hands wrap around her ass, squeezing tight at first, and then he suddenly rises from the chair, picking her up with him and holding her against his body. He walks to the bed and drops her onto the mattress, legs spread. He immediately leans over her, forcing her arms over her head and pinning her hands down to the mattress. She is helpless, trying to push her hips up to his body, to feel him against her, but he holds himself too high, and smiles at her effort to move. He leans in towards her, attacking her nipples once again with his teeth. She cries out with pleasure... arching her back writhing on the bed. First one breast, then the other he drives her to the brink of screaming... the harder she pushes against his grip, the more he holds her down. Eventually he lightens again, slowing his kissing and moving gently to her neck, her jaw line... he releases her hands as his lips find hers... lowering his body gently onto her he allows her to slow her breathing, her hands explore his arms, his chest... it is a relief to feel the weight of him on her finally, and she moans as she moves her hips, gripping his waist and pulling him tighter into her. Her hands find their way between their bodies, and she reaches to unbuckle his belt. He stands, gently pulling her to sitting, and she unfastens his pants. Gripping his jeans and boxers at once, she pushes them down towards the floor. He steps out of his clothes and kicks them aside as her hands move gently down his body to his thighs. Slowly she traces her fingers up the length of his inner thigh... he sighs and closes his eyes as she brushes her fingers against his cock. He opens his eyes and reaches down to take her hands, pulling them up to bring her to standing. He kneels in front of her, unbuttoning her jeans and pushing them down her legs. She wears a thong underneath, and he can see that her wetness has soaked through the fabric. He groans a little under his breath at the sight, and places his hands on her hips while leaning into her, biting her clit through her panties. She gasps, throwing her head back while grabbing the back of his head... her fingers bury into his hair while he pulls at her clit. He grips the sides of her thong, pulling them down forcefully and shoving her pants off the rest of the way, then he reaches up to her hips, pushing her back onto the bed. Her legs hang off the side, and her shoes fall off as her pants drop to the floor. He grips the back of her knees and presses them up to her chest. He dives forward towards her, tasting her wetness as he licks the length of her pussy. She cries out "Oh God!" as his tongue dances over her clit, circling, before plunging back inside her. He releases her legs, they rest on his shoulders as he reaches up to grabs her breasts. Her hands are plunging through his hair and gripping the back of his head, pressing his face into her. He squeezes her breasts hard, then slides his fingers over to pinch her nipples while going down on her, biting her clit and fucking her with his tongue. Her back arches against him, to spite her attempts to remain still and take it. Her breathing quickens and she moans, calling out again and again... "Yes! Oh God yes, don't stop! I'm so close... please don't stop..." He pinches her nipples hard as he rises,pulling on her clit one last time before leaning back. He allows her legs to drop to the side as he stands. She lays on the bed panting, moaning... frustrated. She reaches her hand down and begins to rub her clit herself. He grabs her by the wrist and pins her hands over her head with his left arm. "I said not yet," he chuckles a little. She moans in response, but he shakes his head. He circles her clit with his right fingers, pinching gently, then slowly pushes to fingers into her pussy. She moans again, arching her back and pressing her pinned arms against his pressure. He slowly pulls his fingers out of her and brings his hand to her face, gently pressing her mouth open so she tastes her own wetness on his fingers. "You don't get to cum without my cock deep inside you." She moans again, her body involuntarily pushing her hips towards him. He teases her... laying over her he presses himself against her pussy, feeling her wetness spread on him. She thrusts towards him, trying to take him inside, but he pulls back... only rubbing against her lips... against her clit... "I need to cum now... please... I'm so close..." Her voice is barely above a whisper. He smiles. He stands up, grabbing a pillow from the bed, he drops it to the floor in front of him and points down to it. She obediently rises from the bed, coming to her knees in front of him, and takes him in her hands. She can taste her own wetness on him as she licks the length of his shaft. He closes his eyes and leans his head back, his hands find the back of her head as her lips wrap over the tip. She holds his cock tight in her hands while sliding her lips down over the length, taking him deep inside her mouth. He controls her speed with his hands, pushing gently on the back of her head while rocking his hips slightly. Slowly she pulls back, sucking hard with her mouth all the way... and then pulls him back inside again. He looks down at her, brushing her hair back so he can clearly watch as he is taken in... holding her hair back with more force he begins to move her faster. She moans with excitement at the pressure of her hair being pulled, she feels him grow harder inside her mouth as she pulls, tightening her lips around him. She moves her hands on him in sync with her mouth, speeding up... trying to make him cum. She can feel him pulsing, growing closer to orgasm... He stops. Stepping back he releases her hair and she sits back on her heels, gasping for breath. He puts his hand out towards her, and as she reaches up to him he pulls her to standing. He grips her hips and turns her around to face away from him. His hands gently explore her body, brushing her thighs, her clit... moving from her hips up to her breasts, as he walks her forward to the bed. "Get on your knees," he whispers to her as he kisses the length of her neck. She climbs forward on the bed onto her knees and he stands on the floor behind her, pressing his body against hers. She arches her back, leaning her head on his chest and twisting to face up to him... he reaches down to kiss her deeply while his fingers find her nipples and he pinches, even harder than before. She cries out under his kisses, wincing at the pain but wanting more. Her hands reach behind her, finding his hips she pulls him tighter against her. "Oh God please... please... I need you..." she begs, calling out with every pinch. "What do you need?" he asks, his own voice sounding shaky, his breathing getting heavier. "I... need... to feel you..." her voice grows softer, weak with longing. He grabs her breasts again, pinching down hard on her nipples, making her cry out again. "Tell me, " he says more forcefully... "tell me what you need." Moaning loudly, she exclaims "Take me!" He releases her breasts, pushing her shoulders down so she is bent forward on the bed. He slides one hand between her legs, spreading her wetness around as he finds her clit. He leans his body over hers, she can feel his tip brushing against her ass, teasing the outside of her lips. She grips the covers and pushes her hips back towards him, but his hand stops her from moving. He lowers himself over her, bringing his hand up to wrap his fingers in her hair, he pulls her head back again. His lips dance over her ear. "Do you want to cum for me now?" he asks, his voice sounding calm, but his breathing heavy. "Yes... yes please," she responds, whimpering now. "Do you want to feel me inside you? You want me to fill you up?" he asks as he continues to press himself against her, the head of his cock spreading her lips open. "Is this what you want?" "Yes!" she screams desperately. Finally he thrusts forward. She calls out with relief as he pulls her back onto him, his cock sliding deep inside her. He holds her there for a moment, feeling her tight wet pussy surrounding him, and then begins to fuck her slowly. Reaching around her leg, his fingers find her clit... swollen and wet... and he circles his fingers around it... pinching, then rubbing. She grips the covers for leverage as she pushes herself back onto him, fucking him faster... harder... She is moaning, crying out with every thrust. She can feel him swelling, feel him getting deeper inside her. He reacts as he feels her squeeze around him... "Oh God you are so tight... so wet..." he moans. She feels her orgasm building from deep within. Her muscles tighten... she is on the edge but cannot cum yet. She is crying out with the insatiable need for release. She is fucking him faster... harder... shoving herself back onto him violently. He presses his hand into her clit harder, her movement against him driving her closer to the brink. He knows he cannot wait any longer. "Cum now," he says, the command dark and intense. "Cum with me now." He grabs her hips with both hands and pumps hard, slamming her against his body. She screams out as her orgasm takes over her entire body... like electricity from deep within spreading out to every muscle. With one final thrust he cums deep inside her, holding her body down over him as he fills her up... feeling the deep convulsions of her cuming around his cock. He stays standing like that for a moment, still holding her tight against him, still pulsing slightly inside her while her muscles slow their movements. He releases one hand and traces his fingers down her spine lightly... exploring the curve of her back under her panting breath. She shudders as she feels the tension dissolve from her body, her breathing slows and she moans lightly. She melts into the mattress gradually, sighing as she feels him step back. He carefully climbs on the bed, laying next to her on his side... watching her chest rise and fall as her ragged breath slowly returns to normal. He gently traces his finger along her cheek, brushing back her hair and tucking it behind her ear. She shudders again under his light touch. Opening her eyes she looks up to see him smiling at her, the look in his eyes now tender... soft... longing. She smiles back at him, weary but satisfied. He leans forward, grazing his lips against hers softly, tracing her lips with his tongue... his hand rests gently into the back of her neck as he presses his lips to hers for a deeper kiss. He pulls back and they hold each other's gaze for a moment, speaking without speaking... then with a sigh he rolls onto his back, propping his head on a pillow. She moves towards him, resting her head up on his chest now, listening to his heartbeat as he strokes her hair gently... they drift off to sleep together.