It’s the morning of her business meeting and she texts her client that she’ll be late. She decides to take the extra time to get naked and play. However, her client hasn’t gotten the message and he walks inside the room to find the show of his life taking place.
Who knew a professional business woman like you would get caught masturbating?
Yes – play. It’s actually one of the reasons you overslept. You and I had spent the past three months texting and emailing each other and developing a flirty banter that, although it never directly strayed into sexuality, had an energy that transcended simple professional correspondence. Meeting me yesterday was the icing on the cake. Our connection and conversation were just as easy, fun, and full of spark as our correspondence had been. And you’d seen that look in my eye, knowing you likely had a look of your own. At one point you almost thought I was going to kiss you and that made you extremely wet. It had been a long time since you met a man that you were this comfortable with AND excited about.
So excited in fact that you decided to play before bedtime. It was good. At one point you had pretty much lost track of the orgasms. Your fantasy had been about me coming to the door as you were getting undressed for bed and taking you in different ways.
It’s morning and you wake up in your hotel room. You’re here in the city on business, the second day of meetings with me. You’ve overslept and are writing me a text to change our meeting time. You need a couple more hours to get your wits about you, shower, have breakfast, and play.
Yes, the orgasms were so good and you slept so well, that even now you know you’ll be late. Better to move the meeting time. You woke up just as horny as you were when you went to bed. It would be hard to be professional when you were this aroused. Hopefully, some play would help you unwind.
The maids chat in the hallway making noise that keeps you from concentrating so you put your earbuds in and listen to soft ambient music on your phone, kicking off your pajama bottoms and hoisting up your t-shirt so you can touch your breasts as you begin your fantasy.
Between the headphones and the distraction, you fail to hear the knock at the door. It’s the maid wanting to make up your room. She opens the door and sees your feet at the end of the bed. Now that she knows the room isn’t vacant, she shuts the door and moves on to the next.
At least, that was her plan. Distracted by another housekeeper, she pulls the door to, but not entirely closed.
As for me, I search the breakfast room at the hotel for you. We were supposed to meet here a few minutes ago. I realize I’ve left my phone in my room so I go back to get it. We’re on the same floor and I have to pass by your room first. I realize I might as well just knock on your door.
But as I approach I see the door is already slightly open. You must have gone out already and come back in to grab something. I open it up and lightly tap the wall, saying a hesitant hello.
The room, like most hotel rooms, is a squat square with a bathroom to one side giving it a slight L-shape.
Much like the maid before me, the first thing I can see is your feet. You’re on your stomach now and I watch your feet move to a familiar rhythm as you curl your toes slightly.
My heart pounds as I hear your moans. I contemplate leaving immediately, but get courage as I think about our interaction the day before. I know there’s an attraction there. And the growing erection in my dress pants makes that all the more evident.
I grow bolder knowing you’re on your stomach so you won’t be able to see me. I take a couple of steps forward and look in the mirror while staying in the shadows. I see you naked except for your t-shirt which is twisted up near your neck. Your beautiful smooth skin is exposed and I glance up and down your body, taking in your curling toes, sexy legs, and amazing ass. Your legs are spread so I finish my visual feast by taking in your beautiful pussy which is taking a pounding from your hand and reach around to close the door behind me.
I can tell by your moans that you’re reaching climax. I think about you yesterday in your professional clothes, hair, and make-up immaculately done, and here you are raw, naked, unkempt, and equally as hot and sexy.
Your moans begin to race as you arch your ass up in the air, giving me an amazing view as my pants tighten around my member. I watch as you cum hard, knocking your earphones out as you thrash your head against the pillow. I stay silent as I watch you come down from the orgasm only to start building yourself up again. This really is a show I say to myself. After the second orgasm, your pelvis collapses on the bed and you’re breathing hard, facing away from the door
I take a few steps towards you and smack your ass with my hand.
You fly up and spin around seeing me now in front of you. You instinctively go to grab the covers only to find you’ve kicked them off the bed. Your breasts bounce in front of me – you instinctively try to cover them up as well, but your t-shirt is twisted too tightly – like it or not you’re naked in front of me.
“What the? What are you doing in my room?”
“Shhh, it’s okay,” I reply. “It was an accident and a very lucky one I might add.” I lean over to kiss you and you instinctively grab my neck and press your lips against mine. You’re still surprised and in shock but you can’t resist your instincts. We kiss furiously as if making up for all the lost time we’d had the day before. My hands caress your breasts and slide up and down your body as you clumsily peel off my suit jacket and dress shirt.
Several minutes go by before one of us says something. It’s you.
“Oh My.” you say. “, I’m so embarrassed.”
“I was worried when you didn’t show up for breakfast,” I said. “I came up here and your door wasn’t locked. I said hello, but you couldn’t’ hear me.”
“Oh my God,” you say. “I haven’t done my hair, my makeup, anything. What did you see?”
I look down at your body. “I’ve seen everything. No sense pretending I haven’t.”
I take another long kiss that feels like forever and as I withdraw I hear you speak again.
“More please” – The words ring in my ears. I like the sound of it, but there are other considerations.
“Sorry, back to the desk for me. I’ve got work to engage in.”
Your face falls. “Boo,” you say. “You’re no fun.”
I disappear in the bathroom and come out with some fluffy towels over my shoulder.
“What are those for?” you ask.
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“My work,” I reply. I go to the desk, pick up my laptop and throw it on the bed. I place the fluffy folded towels on the desk. You might as well be comfortable.
I reach out my hand with my wrist bent like some gallant silent movie star. You put your hand in mine as I glide you to the desk and place you sitting down on the towels right at the edge. With you sitting and me standing in front of you, we’re both the same height. I caress your face and you feel my hand grip the back of your neck as I pull you in for another hot kiss.
Our lips dance together in a smooth, relaxed, and synchronized way, each adjusting to the other, totally enveloped in the feeling of energy and heat that we inspire in each other. My hands slide down to your beautiful breasts, lifting them slightly and enjoying their weight in my hand. I pull my lips away so that I can take in both the view of your pretty face and your sexy upper body.
You watch the look on my face as my eyes feast on you. You can tell that what I see turns me on tremendously. I touch your breasts again and lean in to kiss your neck. You hear me say, “you are FUCK-ING hot!”
There’s something about how I say it that makes you tingle. You grab my hair, pull my head over and kiss me. “I’m hot, am I? What are you going to do about it?”
My eyes widen, “I’m going to devour you.”
I move down, slowly. My lips caress the center of your body in a straight line down from your neck while my hands gently caress your breasts as I slide down. Just below your stomach, I start making a circle of slow and seductive kisses that go down your mid-thigh. With each circle, I move in closer and closer to the center. You lean back to receive me and I don’t disappoint.
My mouth traces the lines between your inner thighs in the last circle, then you feel the teasing tip of my tongue dance along your clitoris as I wrap your legs around my shoulders. My mouth is immersed in your wetness. You realize this is what it’s like to be totally and completely desired. The wave begins to come and you grip the back of my head and squeeze your thighs around me before backing off momentarily.
“Sorry, did that hurt you?” you ask
“Lose yourself,” I say. “Fuck my face. Do whatever feels good.”
With that permission, you do. I feel the rocking of your pelvis against my face, as you grip me into you, totally lost in your taste and smells. You can’t believe how good this feels. Nothing to do now but to take action on your desire.
You start moaning and it gets louder and louder as your rhythm increases.. You don’t care about anything except getting off. Finally, you’re there. You keep my head still and you push against me. I can feel your juices trickling down my chin. I hear a piercing cry come out of your mouth that I have never heard before.
Suddenly you release your grip, then tighten. More juices. Then again. Your cry moves from piercing to a low moan. I’m still, but pressed against you. I can hear your voice now.
“OH MY GOD.”
“OH MY FUCKING GOD.”
Then another low groan.
You release me and put up your hands for me to help you off the desk. You flop on the bed…. finally. You feel limp but very much alive.
“FUCK, you say as I watch you roll your eyes. FUCKKKKK.”
I watch your beautiful naked body squirm, your hair has that well fucked look and you’re drenched between your legs. Almost on cue, you reach out your hand… “Water”..
I smile as I hand you a bottle. “You certainly need it. So do I?” We drink in silence. I watch you, but you don’t see anything. You’re still catching your breath.
I lay down beside you. We’re both naked now. I’m up by the end of the bed with the pillows but you’re lying halfway down it. You finish your water and hand me the bottle.
Your face is right next to my cock. I quickly tilt on my side and guide your head down onto it. Your hands are on my balls.
“No need to tease me I say,” as I get into a rhythm of slowly fucking your mouth. “Just suck it good.”
You’d correct me on my grammar but your mouth is full of me. I’m definitely getting harder and you’re surprised by my aggressiveness. My hand is on your head as I slide in and out of your mouth in a steady rhythm.
“Oh yes, suck it hard. OMG you feel good.” I look down at you devouring me, watching your mouth as it caresses me and your hands on my balls just so… you’re enjoying this as much as I am.
“You feel me getting harder for you? You want more?” I don’t want this to stop but I slow down so you can catch your breath and answer.
“You know I do.”
I lean over to kiss you taste myself again on your lips. “Good job,” I say. “You need a reward.”
You’re already on your side so I lay behind you, spooning you. You look in the mirror and watch me lift your leg slightly so I can slide inside you. The sight of me sliding into you is as hot to watch as it is to feel. As I build up my rhythm you hear a smacking sound and feel the sting against your ass, then my hands slide over your breasts.
We lose ourselves in the next several minutes, all the senses coming together in overwhelm. I tug on your hair as you reach around and dig your nails into my ass. I’m hitting just the right spot and you feel another wave coming. You feel your face tighten and see stars as you close your eyelids and clinch your body. This one’s even bigger, your brain is overwhelmed, but you grab me into stillness as I feel you press hard against me. It’s a real turn-on to feel you cum so aggressively.
We lie there for a quiet moment. Me still inside you. My body pressed up against you, my hands on your breasts as we both breathe heavily together.
As you get your wits about you, you look at the mirror and laugh.
“Is this what you pictured in your mind when you first saw me?” you asked.
“You certainly made an impression, but I never quite expected this…..” I reply.
I slide out and reach for the water again. We both drink. I look at you with a grin on my face. You return the grin for a moment then laugh and look away.
You touch yourself as you move up to the top of the bed. ‘mmm you’re giving her a workout.”
You close your eyes for a moment to catch your thoughts and stretch your arms up. You feel my hands wrap my tie around them and tie them to the top of the bed.
You feel me kneeling astride your chest and a pressure against your lips. You open your mouth to receive me. I’m wet and taste like you. My hand grabs the top of your hair as I probe between your lips, in quicker and quicker strokes. Not in too far, just enough to get maximum pleasure out of your lips and tongue.
Tied up you feel helpless but oddly powerful as you’re forced to take my cock. You can hear how much it pleases me.
“OMG, suck it. Yeah suck it just like that.” you hear me say in animal tones.
You can’t see me so you follow my breath. You can hear it building as my strokes get faster. My hand grips tighter on your hair. Suddenly you notice I’m reaching the peak. My rocking is becoming furious and out of control, you hear a noise building in my throat.
A flash of heat against your tongue. You feel my legs twitch on either side of you. Yells of “Fuck Yeah, oh Fuck yeah!!!” as I empty my balls in your mouth. You feel amazing enveloping my cock as I hit that intimate moment where I share with you all that I am.
My thrusts slow right down. You can hear my moan as I draw everything I can out.
I take in our form in the mirror. It feels like nothing important has ever happened before this moment.
As you lie there, still tied and blindfolded and my mouth against yours, my hands ravaging your breasts, as we kiss each other with animal-like abandon.
We realize we’ve broken the work-pleasure taboo, but at this point, neither of us seems to care.
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