4 comments/ 6278 views/ 8 favorites An Unexpected Meeting Ch. 01 By: highcommandkat The first time he saw her, he wasn't that impressed. Her breasts barely made a dent in her slightly oversized T-shirt. Kinky-curly red hair was pulled haphazardly into a bun at the nape of her neck. She was shapely in an athletic way and looked like she knew her way around a basketball court, but she wasn't toned by any means. Her shy smile made her eyes crinkle in the corners, so she knew how to laugh. That, at least, was a plus. But even then, there were plenty of other girls to look at and appreciate. Being part of the minority gender at this weekend leadership retreat definitely had its perks. Focus, Milo. You're here to work, not to troll for women. But, as he watched woman after woman lean over and pick up her information packet at the welcome table, he wasn't left wanting for cleavage. Modest necklines turned into windows as gravity tugged at buttons. He felt the zipper of his jeans pulse. Not NOW. Seriously? He pulled a Nikon DSLR out of his camera bag and fiddled with the flash settings, trying to refocus his attention on the job at hand. He'd been hired by the social media manager of the company to document the weekend. Something about "making the company look more relatable to prospective clients and employees." Even though he was able to make a decent living as a photographer, he wanted to gain more notoriety. Which is why he had accepted this gig. The pay was excellent, and the exposure he would get from the finished product would definitely boost his business. And the view isn't bad, either. He shook his head to clear his mind one more time and settled on the appropriate camera settings. Raising the lens, he focused on a group of men and women by the elaborate fountain in the lobby. Click click. That's the sound of payday, baby. He turned and snapped a few more photos of employees mingling here, brown-nosing the boss over there. The social media manager -- Cliff, was it? -- was in the middle of the fray, iPhone 6 Plus cradled in his palm. Milo noted the Apple device and nodded his approval. He and Cliff had something in common. Good man. Milo pushed his black bangs out of his eyes. He'd meant to trim his hair before he came, but that hadn't panned out. What was the point? He wasn't here to impress anyone, and the shaggy photographer look was in vogue, anyway. Win-win. Capping his lens, he placed the camera back in the bag. That was enough bullshit pictures for now. The people look relatable enough to me, anyway. Not that he was a people person. He just knew how to read them. That skill was good for business. He sauntered back to his room, grabbing a root beer from the vending machine on the way. The company had been kind enough to pay for his housing at the Aurora Pines Retreat & Resort, and he was going to take advantage of every amenity he could when he wasn't on photog duty. Hot tub on the private balcony? Check. Bidet? Wouldn't use it, still had it. Room service included? Yup. This place is fucking incredible. As he slid his keycard into the slot of his door, a flash of red caught his eye. At the end of the hall, sitting on the floor and reading a novel, was the red-haired woman he'd seen -- well, panned -- earlier. She must hate crowds, too. Seeing no harm in saying hello, he walked over and sat down across the hallway from her. She looked up in surprise. "Oh. Hi." "Hey. Not feeling the corporate bullshit vibe?" he grinned. She smiled sheepishly. "Not really. I don't really fit in with that crowd." Dog-earing her book to save her place, she set it on the floor and lifted green eyes to meet his gaze. "I just joined the company a couple weeks ago. IT department. Hence my lack of business attire." Milo laughed and gestured at the logo on her shirt. "I don't know, 'Keep Portland Weird' feels pretty formal to me." Her smile widened and she held out her hand. "Elisha." "Milo." A red curl fell across her forehead, and she broke the handshake to push it back into her bun. "Leave it," Milo said, before he could stop himself. "It's pretty, all loose like that." What the hell? Elisha affected a fake Southern drawl. "Well gosh, mister. Aren't you the sweetest thing." Milo caught on to her teasing tone, but he was still embarrassed. He wasn't even attracted to her. That much. OK, she seemed nice and her smile lit up her eyes. But that was it. And even if she had been his type, he was never that forward with his compliments. If he bothered to even give a compliment, which was rare. Disoriented, he tossed her a smile and stood up. "Well, the free wifi awaits," he quipped. Elisha nodded goodbye and found her place in Fahrenheit 451 again. She didn't notice the curious glance Milo snuck over his shoulder before entering his room. -- The first event of the retreat was a black tie affair -- dinner, dancing, open bar, a magic act for entertainment. Low-cut gowns and fitted tuxedos for all. Except Milo. The last time he'd worn a tux had been at his high school prom, and the event had not gone particularly well. His date decided to get hammered before the event and threw up in the limo on the way to prom ... all over him. He had immediately canceled the hotel reservations he was planning to surprise her with after the event. So Milo had opted for the scruffy photographer look yet again. Jeans, button-down shirt, camera bag, Heely shoes. He mostly wore them for the irony -- who would wear Heelys to a formal corporate event? The photographer who's making bank, that's who. Click click. The festivities became a blur. Milo went into stock photo mode, bored by the lack of interesting photo content. Shrimp ice sculpture. Click. Man being an idiot to impress hot woman. Click. Magician playing with scarves. Click. Swinging his lens around, Milo felt his camera bag hit someone. "Oh, I'm so sor --" Holy hell. He barely recognized her. But it was definitely her. Red curls fell gently around a round face inset with striking green eyes. Her dark blue evening dress hugged the small curve of her breasts -- which were much more prominent than before, framed in the cowl neckline -- and the larger curve of her ass before the hem just kissed back of her heels. "Hey, stranger," she said, removing two champagne glasses from a passing tray and handing him one. "Enjoying the corporate bullshit?" Too stunned to respond, Milo took the glass and looked into the liquid, trying to formulate a response. He shook his head and remembered why he was there. "Sorry, can't drink. I'm on duty." "Ah," Elisha said, gesturing to the camera. "Gonna go see if you can catch Spider-Man in the act?" She's a nerd, too? Hot fucking damn. Regaining some of his composure, he found the air necessary to laugh. "I was hired to document the retreat. But if Spider-Man shows up it would make my photos a hell of a lot more interesting." "It's literally sugar water. Drink up, lightweight," Elisha teased. Milo gave in and tossed the drink back. One wouldn't hurt. "So where are your friends?" Milo asked, scanning the room for other fellow nerd types. "Probably hanging out with their other friends," Elisha said wryly. "I'm the only woman in IT. Not a lot of camaraderie in the ranks for the noob." Milo held out the crook of his arm. "Well, lucky for you, I don't have friends here, either." Elisha smiled gratefully and accepted the gesture, sliding her hand over his bicep. "Let's be friendless together, then." -- The newly formed pair stepped out onto the veranda, taking in the fresh air as dusk began to give way to true evening. Stars glittered above the nearby lake, which was so still that it gave an almost perfect reflection of the mountains around it. The resort had found the perfect balance, nestling man-made luxury amidst the beauty of nature. "Perfect," Elisha murmured, walking toward the balcony. A light breeze rustled her hair and her dress, accentuating the left side of her body. It's like a goddamned romance novel, Milo thought, then rolled his eyes at how cheesy that sounded. Please. Elisha was a silhouette now -- a dark, shapely form, framed perfectly in the starlight. She spread her hands out on the balcony and turned her head, unknowingly creating a perfectly composed profile. Trying not to disturb the moment, Milo silently raised his camera and set up the shot. Click click. The noise was lost in the rustle of the trees around the veranda. Elisha didn't move, and Milo couldn't have moved even if he had wanted to. For the first time, in a long time, he was appreciating a woman for her beauty without automatically trying to get her into bed. He could just ... be. This really is like a stupid romance novel. Fuck. -- The party ended promptly at midnight, but most of the employees were too drunk to notice. As the magician packed up and the band disassembled, people were still lounging in chairs, laughing and yawning in a very Gatsby-esque fashion. No one wanted to admit the end, except for Milo and Elisha. It was past time to ditch the crowd. Milo popped out his Heelys and rolled up to the elevator doors. Elisha did a double-take and laughed in surprise. "Are those Heelys? I haven't seen those in forever!" Milo's brain caught up with his body and he realized what he had done, mostly out of habit. He got lazy about walking at the weirdest times, usually when things were 10 feet away or less. "Don't tell, but I had these surgically implanted in my feet. It's my superpower. Kind of like Wolverine but WAY nerdier." Elisha laughed again, the corners of her green eyes crinkling. Milo looked away to avoid staring, which he desperately wanted to do. "Do you want to watch a movie or something? The pay-per-view goes on the company tab," Elisha offered. "So long as I don't have to pay for it, I'm down for whatever," Milo replied, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her into the elevator, as if they were old friends who had known each other for years. He couldn't believe he'd only known her for a day. It felt way longer than that. -- Milo heard Elisha knock at the door and quickly pulled on flannel pajama pants and a white T-shirt. They'd agreed to a screening of 500 Days of Summer, courtesy of the company tab. Milo loved Zooey Deschanel, and Elisha loved Joseph Gordon-Levitt. It was a win-win. He opened the door to a pajama-clad Elisha holding a bowl of popcorn and a blanket. She was wearing a grey camisole tank top and blue pajama pants with a Mario pattern. He wasn't sure what he had expected (OK, he'd been crossing his fingers for lingerie), but the nerd factor was still pretty hot. They settled into the living room's plush couch with the bowl of popcorn between them. Milo hit play while Elisha curled up in her blanket, red curls tucked behind her ear. He could see the spot where her shoulder met her neck -- the soft slope of skin that was a great place for kissing and nibbling. Even with the growing attraction Milo was experiencing, he didn't feel the need to perform like he normally did when he was trying to impress a woman he wanted to be intimate with. For the first time, he felt like he could be himself, with someone that he considered to be a friend. A woman, yes. A beautiful, intelligent woman, absolutely. But not a conquest. Just ... a friend with potential benefits? I'd be more than OK with that. Halfway through the movie, Elisha fell asleep, her body propped up against the arm of the couch. The strap of her camisole fell halfway down her arm, exposing the tiniest bit of the top of her right breast. Her sleepy breathing made her chest rise and fall steadily, creating an almost hypnotizing effect on Milo. He reached over and brushed his fingers from her cheekbone to her shoulder, sliding over her collarbone and stopping just above her breast. He pulled away before he went any farther. Don't ruin the moment. Milo stood up, moved the popcorn bowl aside, and slid his arms underneath Elisha's sleeping form. She murmured in her sleep and nuzzled into his chest as he carried her up the stairs to the king bed in the open-air loft, which overlooked the suite. He tucked the sheets and down comforter around her, turned off the light, and went back downstairs to sleep on the couch. An Unexpected Meeting Ch. 02 Learning to Swing When we arrived at Pam and Tom's place it was dark, which made it easier for me to enter the house with them, without any of the other neighbours noticing. Once inside, we took off shoes and Tom showed me through to the living room. It was a nice room; well appointed perhaps, with tasteful and expensive furniture, and a few paintings in a modern style hung on the walls. As I settled myself down on the sofa Pam went to get wine and some glasses and Tom took care of adjusting the lights to create the right ambience. He turned the main light down low and switched on a red lamp with a large white shade that stood on a sideboard. The whole effect was to give the hitherto tasteful room and an air of exotic seediness that seemed right for the moment. I had the feeling that this was a well rehearsed routine; one they had honed through many similar encounters. I had already sat down on the sofa and Tom sat in the chair opposite me. Pam returned with a bottle of red and three glasses and placed them on the coffee table. Then she turned and went out of the room again and returned again quickly carrying a vibrator and a tube of KY, both of which she placed on the table, leaving no doubt as to what sort of evening we were going to spend together. The vibrator was rather large: it must have been eight inches long and it also was red. It was the KY that caught my eye and I wondered what we needed it for. I already knew from our afternoon at the club that her pussy was in full working order as far as natural lubrication goes. I think she must have noticed the quizzical look on my face, but she did not say anything, leaving me to assume that it might be to enable that rather large vibrator to make its way comfortably. 'I will go and change,' she said and left us again. Tom and I chatted while we waited for her to return. I asked him how long they had been going to the nudist club and he told me about seven years and added that they had met some interesting and pretty wild people there; people, Tom told me, who were much deeper into the swinging scene than they were. He also told me about the Saturday nights parties, which very often turn into orgies after midnight. 'Have you ever got into that?' I asked. 'No, said Tom, 'it's there from those who want it, but if you just want to sit back and watch, no one minds. And a lot of these people are big exhibitionists, and they want an audience. I am a voyeur myself, and although Pam likes to show off, we stick to one guy at a time and usually in private. We just meet them or pick them up there sometimes.' As if to demonstrate Tom's claim about her liking for showing off, Pam came back and she was a rhapsody in red, completely the effect of the lighting, the wine and the vibrator. She had put on a red basque that rose from just above her mons veneris and clung to her stomach as it rose upwards and finished half way up the underside of her breasts, pushing them forwards and upwards and emphasising their shape and size, and making her long, dark nipples poke invitingly up towards us. Needless to say, she wore no panties and as she walked her large, soft, rubbery labia moved deliciously between her legs. She had also put on more make up and most alluringly, she had painted her lips with a brilliant crimson glossy lipstick. She was also wearing red stockings and she had put on some more jewellery: particularly a number of silver rings, one of which had thin silver chains that ran from it and up to a bracelet that they connected to. Her fingernails and toenails, which were very long, like cat claws, were painted the same colour as her lips. Her white blonde hair was scrapped back and tied at the back of her head and made her seem strict and authoritative, and perhaps even a little malign. The whole ensemble made her look like the most fabulous courtesan imaginable and it gave her an exotic air, as if the situation they had created by inviting me over for a threesome was not exotic enough for our otherwise pleasant, but dull suburban street. Lighting herself a cigarette, Pam said 'I'm feeling so horny after playing with you this afternoon, Stephen, and with all those people watching too,' she said, 'and I want to go on straight way. Then we can slow things down later.' She sat down on the opposite end of the sofa and turned towards me and opened her legs, giving me a fine view of her pussy. She was getting wet already and her lips gleamed softly in the subdued light. She was taking charge of the situation. 'But you boys have not even undressed for me yet!' she said and looked at us with a lascivious grin. She reached for the red vibrator and switched it on, and its soft, but insistent buzz filled the room and added an appropriate soundtrack, as she began to run the head of that mechanical cock over her pussy lips. The KY remained on the table. Evidently, she was juicy enough for her pussy to take the whole thing without help. Her pussy quickly sucked the buzzing instrument in and she begun to purr, in rhythm with the buzzing. The KY clearly had some other role to play later, but I couldn't think what. 'Come on boys, get you cocks out for Pammy,' she told us as she continued to buzz away, and I wondered if my cock was going to be big enough to please her as I watched her pussy make such easy work of that large red vibrator . 'You, Stephen; I want to play with you again. And you Tommy, so that I can see how much you are enjoying watching your Pammy play with this lovely boy's cock.' Forgetting my momentary doubts about my size, and as soon as I began to strip off, I felt confident. I had lost my inhibitions quickly and I could not now believe how nervous I had been, just that morning, about simply going to the nudist club. Now I had none of the nervousness and hesitancy that I had felt at first at the club, and I unzipped my fly quickly and eagerly and took my erect cock out for her to look at. And I wanted her to look at it. Tom followed suit, but when his cock flopped out of his fly, it was just half hard. Despite its semi flaccid state, it was pretty big and had I been his woman, I would have been well pleased with a cock of that size; as long as it was good and hard for me. Pam glanced over and smiled to herself. Then she sat up and moved towards me and took hold of my cock and started to wank me. 'Mmmmm, you are very hard, Stephen, and I need a really hard one,' she said with emphasis on the 'you' and the 'are'; and looked from my cock, as it throbbed in her hand, to Tom, whose cock had not yet begun to rise, and back again. Tom remained expressionless and just gazed at his wife as she stroked my cock. Pam looked over at him again and asked 'shall I suck him off, Tom? Would you like to watch you wife sucking this cock?' She was taunting him, but I looked over at him and saw that he was nodding and smiling, but at the same time he had a wistful look about him. I looked down at Pam as she began to stroke my shaft and flick her tongue over my helmet. Then she looked up at me for a moment and smiled and said 'You're gonna enjoy this baby.' There was no wistfulness about her look. Then she got to work, only pausing to breathe every now and then and to tell Tom, in the same taunting tone as before, what she was doing to me. Then she started to talk very dirtily indeed. 'Watch me suck his dick, Tom, I'm gonna suck him all the way and drink his spunk. And then he's gonna fuck me really deep and hard and make me cum, the way you used to.' She slid her lips down over my cock and began to suck me. She absorbed herself in pleasuring my cock and her mouth went faster and faster up and down over it. Her tongue flicked all around my helmet and shaft as my cock went in and out between her wet, warm, lipstick coated lips. And she was very good indeed, just as she had promised. At first, I did not feel too comfortable with what she was saying to Tom and I felt a bit sorry for him. No way would I sit and watch my woman sucking some other man's dick, and I certainly would not sit and listen to her taunting me with remarks about how god it was and how much she needed it, but as I got more and more lost in the pleasure of the cock sucking she was giving me, I stopped caring. I didn't mind him watching and anyway, I was pretty sure that he was enjoying it, and the more she told him how much she loved sucking my dick and how much she was going to enjoy me fucking her, the more excited I got. She kept up this exquisite cock sucking for a few more minutes, only pausing to continue her commentary every thirty seconds or so, and even as she did that she made sure she masturbated me to keep me at the pitch she wanted. Then her mouth would descend over my cock again and her sucking and licking and soft breathing over my helmet and shaft would resume. Then she stopped and looked up and smiled at me sexily and asked 'Are you ready to fuck me?' I certainly was, and by the time she had sat back into the sofa and spread her legs, I was there between them with my cock poised an inch from the entrance of her pussy. She was telling Tom how this was a real cock and it was going to give her a real fuck, and the mood of sneering and gloating that she had created with the increasingly mocking remarks she had made to him as she had performed the blow job on me must have got to me for, just as I was about to slide into her, and I looked over at him and said 'Yeah, Tom, I'm going to give your slut of a wife a real fucking now. Watch carefully.' She seemed to shudder with pleasure as I said it, and to sink back even further into the sofa as I crouched before her ready to fuck her. 'Come on baby boy,' she said, 'put it into Pammy's pussy.' Holding my cock at her cunt lips, I pushed forward and in it went and she sighed deeply as I pushed it home, into the depths of her pussy. I had expected her to be big and even a bit flaccid inside. It must have been because of her age and the number of cocks that I imagined had exercised it over the years of active sexual life she had enjoyed; let alone the two sons that she had given birth to. One of them was older than me. The thought was intriguing. However, hers was the tightest pussy I had yet enjoyed the pleasure of fucking and the wet heat of its inner walls gripped me and sent delicious sensations to the very root of my cock. As I fucked away at her luscious, tight cunthole, I looked over and saw that Tom's cock was now fully erect and he was wanking himself off. Other than in porn I had looked at, I had never seen an erect cock before, and certainly not while I was fucking its owner's wife, and I found the sight of it surprising exciting. I did not think that I would dare touch it, but suddenly, I wanted to be closer to it and I wanted him to get Pam back for her taunting of him. The sight of him hard now made me remember that it's us men who are supposed to be the ones who take the power, and there is of course no greater symbol of male power than an erect cock. I was thoroughly lost in the delight of fucking Pam and the sounds of her voice as she told me to fuck her harder and deeper, and told Tom to watch and told him what I was doing to her. The more excited she became, the more rapid her obscene commentary spewed from her mouth. Until that day, I wouldn't have imagined that such a nice middle class suburban lady knew such words: 'Fuck you cock all the way up my cunt, you dirty bastard! Look, look, Tom, look what he's doing to me, just like I need it! He's fucking me, yes, yes, he's fucking me. Come on, fuck it in deep, fuck me hard,' she cried out. Immersed in the moment and barely aware of what I was saying, I said to Tom 'Come and stick you cock in her mouth. Shut her up. I wanna see her sucking your knob while I fuck her.' He leapt up and came over immediately and stood leaning over the sofa and fed his cock into her mouth. Greedily, like a dog that had not eaten for days, she gobbled it into her mouth and sucked it hard and fast. Tom was so excited, I did not think that he was going to last long, and sure enough, within a minute or so, he pulled his cock out of her vacuum cleaner of a mouth and spunked over her face. He gave her about three spurts and she caught them all on her tongue. The sight of that brought me to the end too, and as I felt the spunk pulsing up my cock, I pulled out and thrust my loins towards her and gave her a second face full. One, two, three, four good generous spurts I shot on her. My cum ran from her mouth and down onto her chin. She turned me on so much I thought that I would never stop coming over her. When my spurting stopped, I got back down between her legs. I was not done with that glorious cunt of hers yet. With her face covered in cum, and with me rubbing my knob all over her pussy and giving it a some cock slaps, she sat back and asked Tom to bring her a cigarette and she sat and smoked and smeared the spunk around her face. She was resplendent. When she finished her cigarette she asked Tom for some tissues and wiped herself. Then she sat back and with her legs still wide apart she softly stroked her pussy. She lit herself another cigarette and Tom poured more wine for all three of us. I withdrew and went and sat in the chair opposite her, and watched her playing with herself. So Pam liked to be dominant and he was submissive, I thought, and I wondered about myself and I thought I might be a bit of both. My cock hardened again at the sight of her masturbating herself and she noticed and said 'Ready again already?' She smiled as she said it and then she looked at Tom and his flaccid tool and said, 'why can't you get hard again for me like him?' He did not say anything, but he looked at her knowingly. We sat there, her playing with her pussy, me with my cock twitching and her enjoying watching the effect she was having on me, and Tom sitting expressionless; his cock soft in his lap, and watching us both and, I could see, enjoying the visual feast before him. We began to chat and Pam said 'I bet you never imagined that we were into this kind of thing.' I admitted that I didn't, and then she asked what had led me to go to the nudist club. I thought about it for a moment and then I began to explain that I had always had the desire to be naked in front of other people and to see them naked, and that the thought of going to a place where I could had turned me on, so I had decided to do it and go.' 'Did you think that you would meet people that you could have sex with there?' asked Pam. 'No,' I said, 'but once I got there it seemed like the natural next step to take.' 'With you neighbours?' said Pam, and laughed loudly. 'Well, I never expected that, but well, you made me feel comfortable, and now I feel like I'm discovering real sex for the first time,' I said. She smiled and we fell silent for a short time and she still softly rubbed herself, and when she noticed I was looking at her pussy again, she pulled her lips apart and opened it, so that I could see her reddish pink inner flesh. My cock was still steadily twitching away and Tom was stroking his. 'I'd like to watch you wanking yourself,' she said to me. Wordlessly, I did as she said and she watched intently as I stroked my prick for her. Her fingers seemed to begin to work a little faster on her pussy as she watched me, and Tom continued to watch us both. I decided to ask them how long they had been into swinging and what they had done on the scene. 'Only ever threesomes with younger men, sometimes one-offs, sometimes long term things,' said Pam. 'How did you get into it?' I asked. 'About fifteen years ago; when we were about forty or so. Pam had an affair,' said Tom. Pam looked embarrassed when he said it, but he went on. 'It was quite bad at the time and I wasn't sure if I could forgive her and get past it, you know; but we talked a lot and I didn't move out or anything like that, because the boys were still young then.' 'We got over it, though,' said Pam, and it led to us getting into swinging.' 'How's that?' I said, 'I don't see how that follows.' 'I suppose it doesn't, necessarily,' said Tom, 'but when things got better and I forgave her for the betrayal, Pam was very honest and when I asked her to promise not to do it again, she said that she wasn't sure that she could keep such a promise, so we had a problem. She explained to me that she had this enormous desire for younger men, and she did not know is she could always trust herself not to give in to it. I was pleased by her honesty, and I told her I would think about it all some more. But I didn't really have an answer, and I guess I feared that she would cheat again, and I didn't want to lose her. And I am a man of the world, as they say, and I realise that no one can be entirely satisfied by their partner. There's much more to a person than that.' 'So you want other women then?' I asked Tom. 'Well, no, as I have learned, but at that time I didn't know what I wanted, beyond Pam, and I think I thought that I didn't want anything.' 'So why did you cheat on Tom?' I asked her, 'I mean, you always seemed like a really solid couple to everyone on the street, and well, it must take a pretty solid relationship to be able to do what we're doing this evening.' 'Maybe our relationship became solid by doing it,' said Pam. As the conversation had become more serious, she had stopped touching herself and she was sitting cross-legged. 'When I knew that Tom was going to forgive me, I realised I had a choice. I wasn't sure I could stay faithful, but I could have tried having other men secretly, but he might have found out again, and I decided against it. But I knew I couldn't guarantee to be faithful, so I decided to tell him. I was taking a risk and I didn't want to lose him and there were the boys to think of too, but his forgiveness deserved my honesty in return. Tom said that he was not sure about it, but he definitely did not want to be betrayed again. We kind of left it at that for a while and tried to just get back to normal.' 'Was the guy you had the affair with important to you? Did you fall in love?' I asked her. 'No!' she said, emphatically, 'I liked him, fancied him a lot, but it was just sex. It was a colleague at work, quite a bit younger than me. I like young guys; I like them so much, for sex I mean, that I can't feel comfortable in myself if I don't have the chance to have experiences with them sometimes. That's how it is. And I have learned too, through what we have done since, that I enjoy Tom watching me with them. That's a big part of the pleasure.' I decided to be bold. 'And telling him about it while you are doing it,' I said. 'Now you're getting into deeper matters,' she said, and as if to deflect the conversation from that, she said 'You're pretty bold yourself. You're very confident for a first timer. We have had other 'virgins' and they were rather shy!' I just smiled a little smile and raised my eyebrows. Then I said 'Well, if I had known that I would meet you there, I would have gone to the club years ago.' She laughed and said 'Years ago, you were too young. But I had my eye on you. I knew you wanted me; and then there was your watching me sunbathing in the garden. I must admit, I liked that. I even mentioned it to Tom, but he said he's too young and it's too risky with someone who lives so close to us. But I bet that when you were wanking over me back then, you never thought that you would get to have me!' She looked at me for a long moment as she said that. 'Anyway,' she went on, 'the guy I had the affair with, he was married too, and I suppose we were both a bit bored, so we started fucking each other, at work.' She paused for a moment and then added, 'well, I suppose that at that time, sexually, he was important. The sex was very good, and I did things with him that I had never done before then.' An Unexpected Meeting Ch. 02 Sunlight. Really, really bright sunlight. Forgot to close the blinds. Damn. Milo sleep-groaned and rolled over, pulling a throw pillow over his head. He had crashed on the sofa after tucking Elisha into his bed last night. Fortunately, his body was used to couch-surfing, so his muscles didn't give him any grief as he stretched. He had shed his flannel pajama pants and T-shirt, opting to sleep in his boxers. He had never been one for modesty, and even if Elisha was, he assumed she would sleep in long enough for him to change into a fresh pair of clothes. But even if she caught him in his boxers, it wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing, would it? Come what may, Milo smirked. Plus, he hadn't been working on his physique the past couple of years just to hide it. Let's show these bad boys off. Milo wouldn't consider himself jacked, by any means. He wasn't very tall, but he had a strong, built frame. He was particularly proud of the lower half of his body. His glutes, thighs, and calves were hard and sculpted, but proportionate to the rest of his body. He had recently set a personal record of back-squatting 450 pounds. He tried to hide it, but he was extremely proud of his progress. He had been the stereotypical fat nerd in high school, and he had no plans to morph back into his former self anytime soon. He ran a hand over his chiseled abs and continued down into the waistband of his boxers to adjust himself. Milo was no stranger to morning wood, and it was especially prominent today, considering who was occupying his bed. Nope. Just friends. With potential benefits. Maybe. Be patient. He redirected his thoughts to food. Grabbing the room service menu, he ran his finger down the overpriced list of breakfast items. Good lord, I hope this company knew what it was getting into when it agreed to cover all my costs. Milo was not a light eater, especially when it came to breakfast. Picking up the phone, he put in an order for a scrambled egg platter, fresh fruit plate, bacon, two glasses of orange juice, and a pot of coffee. Within 20 minutes, the order was delivered, piping hot, in front of Milo on the kitchen island. He flipped over two mugs and filled them with coffee. "Planning to share any of that bounty?" Milo turned toward the staircase that led down from the bedroom loft. Elisha was descending in her camisole and underwear, clearly comfortable with the idea of minimal modesty. The sunlight caught her curly hair as it tumbled around her face, illuminating natural caramel and chocolate highlights. Milo instantly regretted not putting on pants. His cock was hard, creating an undeniable tent in his boxers. He stepped closer to the counter, trying to hide his arousal. Elisha stopped halfway down the staircase, eyeing him curiously. "Everything OK?" Milo nodded, gesturing toward the pile of food. "Hope you like traditional American breakfast." "It's the most important meal of the day. How could I not?" Elisha smiled, shuffling toward the island and popping a piece of bacon into her mouth. She sat down on a swivel stool and claimed a cup of coffee. Milo allowed himself to indulge in a prolonged glance at her backside. She was wearing white cotton panties with lace around the edges, and they were riding up slightly, showing the bottom part of her full ass. It's like she's trying to torture me on purpose. Milo sat down next to her with his body angled slightly away to hide his boner, which wasn't going away anytime soon. He cleared his throat and took a sip of coffee. "So what's on the bullshit corporate agenda today?" Elisha shrugged and rolled her eyes. "I don't know. Probably a team-building ropes course or some nonsense. Because touching each other in the wilderness creates a closer community at work, apparently." "That's not creepy at all," Milo grinned. Elisha laughed as she loaded her plate with eggs and fruit. "Nope. But it's a good excuse to get sexual tension out in the open without having to file a claim with HR." Milo's mind was racing. He wanted to be respectful of the fact that he had only known Elisha for 12 hours, and he was trying so hard to not be a skirt-chasing douchebag this weekend. But as he watched her lips touch her coffee mug, her fork, her napkin ... he realized his desperate need for her. And something was different about this need ... he wanted a relationship. He wanted a life with this woman. It wasn't just about his sexual desires. Except for right now. He spun Elisha's chair toward him and pulled her between his legs. He stopped making an effort to hide his physical desire for her. Her eyes widened slightly, but she didn't seem surprised by his bold move. "I was wondering how long it would take you to fuck me," she whispered through full lips. "I only gave you every cue in the world." Elisha's nipples were hard under her cami, and Milo took a moment to appreciate the silhouette while he grabbed her ample hips and pressed his boner into her panties. "You are very hard to read," he growled, feeling pleasure shoot from his groin through his limbs and overwhelm his mind. - Elisha's eyes rolled back as she let Milo pull their bodies together. She could feel their hearts racing erratically together, spurred by the promise of satiated desire. She slipped her arms out of the cami straps and released her breasts, pulling Milo's head in between them. He moaned, her soft skin caressing his lips as he pulled her nipples into his mouth, suckling. He can fit my whole tit in his mouth. Holy fuck. Elisha had always been somewhat insecure with her breast size. When all her friends hit puberty, they were overflowing C and D cups, while she had barely filled an A cup. She had assumed that most men enjoyed larger breasts, just because there was more to play with. But this unbridled desire for her breasts ... this was a whole new turn-on. "I'm so wet, MIlo," Elisha gasped, impatiently pushing her soaked panties down her thighs and kicking them to the side. "If you don't fuck me, then ..." "Then what?" Milo grinned, removing his boxers and pushing his hard cock against the outside of her labia. "You'll run down the hall and ask Cliff to do it?" "Wow, way to kill the mood," Elisha remarked sarcastically. She hopped up on the kitchen island and spread her legs, shamelessly giving consent to be entered. Milo didn't waste time. He pushed his cock into her pussy, gasping with pleasure as he felt her snap over the engorged head. "FUCK. You are so tight," he moaned, grabbing her hips and thrusting hard, creating a rhythm that hit both of them in all the right places. Elisha arched her back, pressing her tits into Milo's pecs as he fucked her pussy. He glided easily in and out, and her pussy juices overflowed onto the counter. Wet? Understatement of the year. Milo felt his balls tighten. He was close ... he wanted to explode, but the small part of his brain not overloaded by desire told him to wait. He slowed down and pushed his cock as deep inside Elisha's pussy as he could. He pulled her flush against him, so there was no distinction between where she ended and he began. They were as intimately entwined as they could possibly be. Her green eyes sparkled in the sunlight that flooded the room. There was no hiding from each other. Everything was exposed ... but there was no shame between them. The connection was almost otherworldly. "I want to cum inside your pussy," Milo breathed, pressing his lips against the slope of her neck he had been admiring the night before. "But I would also love to watch you cum." Elisha smiled. "We'll have plenty of time for that," she said, moaning as she felt Milo's cock pulse inside her. "Right now, I need you to fuck me hard." Milo didn't need to be told twice. The promise of spending the day with this incredible woman, most likely naked and in intimate positions, sent him over the edge. He amped up the rhythm again, forcing his cock so deep that his balls slapped her ass. Elisha arched her back and screamed "Fuuuuuuck" as he pulled her hips hard into him, shooting cum inside her pussy. Milo shuddered and collapsed against her chest. Elisha ran her hands through his shaggy black hair and slid her fingernails down his back, giving him tingling endorphins that rattled through his body, giving him enough energy to stand on weak legs. "You sure this is what you want to do all day?" Elisha smiled, sliding off the counter and leaning over to pick up her discarded clothing. She pressed her ass deliberately against Milo's groin, which was still recovering from the intensity of his climax. "Oh, fuck yes." She smiled over her shoulder as she sauntered toward the hot tub on the balcony, breasts and ass proudly exposed. Milo let his eyes follow her unabashedly now, taking in every slope and curve. Fuck yes.