Business

I watched her from across the lounge. And she watched me right back.

We sat, nestling our drinks in our hands, looking around the room, furtively stealing glances at one and other, turning away when our eyes met. She was tall and slim, with dark hair in a pony tail, wearing a thin white top with shoe-string shoulder-straps that didn’t cover her bra straps. The lycra was figure-hugging, and the vertical line it made down her stomach emphasised the swell of he breasts. She wore a ‘t-shirt’ bra (I could tell it was pink from the straps), smooth and round, shaping her perfectly, hiding any trace of her nipples. I played the mental game, guessing maybe 34D.

She was sitting at the bar, her legs crossed on the stool, and my eyes wandered up the length of her calf, to the split up the side of her tight pencil skirt. She wore flat shoes – those little ballet-style pumps designed for comfort rather than outright style. Her top was too flimsy for the office, so I guessed she’d just kicked off her high-heeled office shoes, shrugged off her blouse, and headed straight down to the bar before dinner to avoid the monotonous solitude of another hotel room.

I fiddled idly with my mobile phone, pretending to read a message, but not really concentrating on it. Again, we caught sight of each other looking, and I laughed, smiling right at her. She grinned right back, drawing those pink lips over her pearly teeth, and flicked her fringe back off her brow, letting the light sparkle in her eyes. Did she flick her head back, inviting me over with the subtlest of gestures? I didn’t wait to be asked twice. Throwing my head back and swigging the remnants of my vodka, I got up and headed to get another drink.

At the bar I stood close to her, separated by a single stool, and asked for another drink. As the bartender filled my glass with chunks of ice, I decided I should be the one to break it.

“Stuck on a business trip too?” I said, turning towards her.

She paused before answering. “Yeah, the guys in the office wanted to go out for drinks tonight but it’s been a long day. So I’m just chilling before heading back up”.

Being close to her, I could breathe in her sweet scent, and see her features much better than from across the room. Small, dark eyes, gleaming from beneath carefully-trimmed eyebrows. Their slight curve hinted at an Oriental ancestry, and the small pink lips accentuated the effect; they sparkled in the light, the gloss thick and freshly-applied – indicating that her appearance was a little more calculated than I’d first thought. Ripe and moist, I wanted to kiss them.

“I know the feeling”, I replied, “those things can go on all night. You want a drink?”, as I nodded towards her glass.

“One more, I suppose, before I turn in. Thank you.” She gestured upwards, lifting her head, and revealing a soft pale alabaster neck, just aching to be traced down to her decolletage.

“My pleasure – athough the company can pay, it’s compensation for all this time away from the family.”

“True” she said, “but being far from home isn’t always a bad thing…”.The words hung on the air, heavy, loaded, both of us knowing exactly what was happening, waiting for the pieces to drop into place.

She held my gaze, not flinching, testing to see what I’d do next. I had several options, but decided that I had nothing to lose even with the worst possible outcome of my eventual choice.

“Shall we go?” I asked, mirroring her earlier upwards nod, and holding my breath.

She jumped off her stool, landing lightly and grabbing her key. “I think we should”, she said, and I could feel my cock start to harden.

We didn’t talk again until we were in the elevator, standing self-consciously on opposite sides of the small enclosed box, looking each other up and down. She spoke first, asking if I was married (despite alread knowing the answer from looking at my gold-dressed finger).

“Yes”, I replied. “Called her earlier, she’s got friends around”. “Me too”, she said, ensuring that I knew her own ring was still valid and teeing up the excuse for either of us, should we want to back out at the last minute. “He’s playing golf or something”, she murmured vaguely, knowing I didn’t care, playing with her hair and staring at the growing hardness, obvious in my loose trousers.

I’d pressed the button for my floor first, and she hadn’t reciprocated, so I knew we were heading for my room. I led the way when the lift doors slid open, and as we reached my door and I fumbled for my keys she walked right up to me, pressing against my back. I could feel the tension in her as the swell of her chest pushed against me, and then the door was open and we walked in.

I glanced around, checking for anything I shouldn’t have left on show, but the room was tidy – in fact I’d barely unpacked. Just the laptop, lid open, still running. She headed toward it, as I reached into my case, pulling out a bottle of clear liquor. “Would you like that drink…. ah, what’s your name?”.

“Vodka’s fine, and it does’t matter” she said, absent-mindedly, as she sat on the stool in front of the computer. True, I thought, without saying it out loud.

She leaned closer to the screen, peering at the minimized windows. “Been watching some porn?” she asked outright, without a second thought. “May I?”

“Busted”, I laughed, pouring her drink. “Go ahead – you like Andrew Blake?”, the question came out matter-of-factly, like I was asking if she took sugar in her tea.

She switched the app to full-screen, and then, clicked play, and as the movie continued, lace-clad beauties licking and probing each other, I set the drink down on the table in front of her, sipping mine. She ignored it, intent on the screen.

“Makes me hot…does it make you hard?” she asked, without turning from the screen. “Does lingerie turn you on?”

“It would if I wasn’t already”, I fired back, smiling. The corners of her lips raised in a smile, and she ran her tongue over them.

She stood up, bent over and reached up beneath her skirt, pulling her knickers down over her silky thighs, and daintily stepping out of them. She held them up for me to see briefly, cotton briefs, practical workwear, not sexy (or they wouldn’t be under any other circumstances).

“Good”, she laughed, “because these aren’t sexy at all. Now put that drink down and lie on the bed”, tossing the panties onto the floor.

Never one to argue, I kicked off my shoes and lay back on the bed, feet still on the floor. She padded round to the side of me, and with one knee by my shoulder and both hands on the pillow above my head, swung her other leg over me. I was engulfed in the blackness of her skirt, until she started to hitch it up, and I was presented with her immaculate pussy just inches from my face. A perfect triangle of soft hair, narrowing over her soft mound, never more than two fingers wide, and tracing a path down between her full pink labia, which were already glistening wet.

She shuffled forwards on her knees, and sat back dropping her sopping cunt onto my mouth, the rucked skirt bunched around my eyes casting me into heavenly darkness, heightening the senses as I thrust my tongue deep between her engorged lips, her juices running down into my throat. I probed and pushed, flicking my tongue-tip in and out of her, lapping up her sweetness, relishing the hot softness of her. She began to undulate, swinging her hips back and forth, building up a rhythm as my tongue dragged back and forth along the length of her cleft.

She pulled her skirt up further, casting my face into the light again and forcing me to squint, but as my eyes grew used to the light I took in the sight of her above me. My hands moved to her hips and gripped her firmly, pulling her down onto my face harder, making her writhe as I fucked her with my tongue, my nose pushing against the hood of her clit.

As I pushed my hands up her hips, I dragged her crumpled skirt up around her waist and she let go with her hands, running them through her hair and then reaching down to peel off the lycra top. As it slid up her stomach and she flicked it over her shoulders, I could hear the porn still playing in the background, girls groaning and sighing in much the same way that she was. She tossed the top onto the floor and then flicked the bra-straps off her shoulders, deftly reaching around and twisting the clasp before throwing the bra away too. Her tits were smaller than I’d thought, but perfectly formed, bouncing slightly as she wriggled above me, nipples like dark chocolate bullets.

My mouth was working frantically now, kissing, licking and sucking her cunt, probing into her hood and feeling the shudders run through her body as I flicked her swollen clit. My eyes were wide open, hardly believing how quickly we’d got here as she ran her hands over her stomach and chest, twisting and pulling her dark brown nipples, squeezing her small, firm breasts and rubbing herself. She was breathing heavily, and sighing each time I thrust my tongue into her dripping cunt. As she rose up and down, my erection pushed against her bottom, and immediately she reached behind her, unzipping my fly and slipping my hot hard cock out into the cool air. Her hand was warm and sweaty, and slipped around my shaft, stroking its length and pushing it back and forth.

“Do you have another suit?” she asked, and for a moment I was baffled. As she looked down between her breasts to my face between her legs, she saw my brow furrow. “Because you’re going to come over these trousers”, she explained, breathlessly. I nodded, barely able to speak, totally absorbed by her soft pussy in my mouth and her hand around my cock, stroking me more and more rapidly.

“You were going to be wanking anyway, so make me come and I’ll do it for you”, she demanded, cupping my balls with one hand and rolling her nipple between the fingers of her other.

I sped up my tongue-thrusts, and moved one hand down across her thigh, rubbing her clit with my thumb, and feeling her start to spasm. She rubbed the end of my cock with her thumb, smearing it with my oozing pre-come and began to stroke my shaft faster and faster. I could feel my the muscles in my pelvis begin to clench and spasm, and my balls begin to tighten, as she begin to repeat under her breath “yes, yes, Yes, Yes, YES”, growing louder each time. Her hips swinging back and forth so violently, I was having to grip her hard to keep her cunt close to my mouth.

And then with one last push between her labia, and a repeated tickling of her clit with my tongue, she convulsed and jerked, and a flood of her juices began to run out of her, filling my mouth and drenching my face. I didn’t stop, and she spasmed and shuddered, wanking me furiously until I gave way, thick hot streams of spunk spurting across my trousers and over her back. She stroked and squeezed, making me buck and twist beneath her, covering her back and skirt with my seed before I slumped back, finally letting my head drop onto the bed, exhausted. She rolled off to the side and collapsed alongside me, topless, and legs spread, slowly rubbing her mons as she came down off her climactic high.

“How long are you over here for?” she asked, breathlessly, as we lay, sated and sticky.

“3 more days”, I muttered, barely able to speak.

“And how many suits do you have with you…?”, she grinned, pushing her skirt off over her hips and reaching down to my still-hard cock.