almost
with Jennifer." Stephanie knew all about my almost indiscretion from multiple years before, I'd confessed it to her immediately afterward.
~
I'd had a nearly two-week-long business trip with my colleague Jennifer. I had always found Jennifer to be exceptionally attractive, but until that time we'd had a strictly professional relationship. We'd never had any interactions outside of work. She lived north of town, we lived south of town; we'd been friendly at work, of that there was no doubt, but she knew I was married, and I knew she was married, and it had never even been flirtatious. The year before that trip Jennifer and her husband shared the table with Steph and me at the company Christmas party. But on this trip, negotiations went long every day, usually ending up with them going to dinner with us before we returned to our hotel. We usually met for a few minutes in my room, to compare notes and prep for the next day, before Jennifer went on to her own room.
Usually.
We broke early afternoon on that Saturday, with no negotiations planned on Sunday, leaving Jennifer and me alone for a day and a half. Not enough time to fly home for the remainder of the weekend, just enough time to hang out with a co-worker if she wanted. After a week of heavy negotiations, we both admitted we really needed the downtime. Jennifer begged out of dinner on Saturday, suggesting we meet up on Sunday instead.
Sunday afternoon I met Jennifer at her room, seeing her in something other than business professional attire, or holiday party attire, for the first time ever. She had on shorts and a form-fitting women's polo-tee that greatly emphasized her bust. In a previous life Jennifer had been a physical fitness trainer, and still had a dynamite hardbody. While I knew that Jennifer had an excellent body (I would have had to have been blind to not know that) her normal conservative dress at work had always hidden how sexy she really was. At least until now.
The steakhouse, right around the corner from the hotel, had an outdoor patio where they sat us. We both ordered Margaritas and then we shared a bottle of wine with dinner. The late afternoon timing was a bit too early for dinner, which meant we were done too early to just call it quits. When we headed back to the hotel, I suggested we stop at the hotel bar for a drink before heading to our rooms. Jennifer agreed, and we had yet another margarita.
"Oh My!" she said as we headed to the elevators, Jennifer grabbing my arm for support. She giggled, "I think you've gotten me drunk."
"Me?" I laughed. "And did I force you to have those margaritas?"
"No," she laughed in return, not relinquishing her grip on my arm. I delivered her to her door, but she stopped before going in, glancing at her cell phone to check the time. "It's still early, I don't feel like going to bed just yet. Want to come in and we can watch a movie?"
In all our interactions, at the office or here on this trip, there had never been any flirtation between us, any hint of a desire for anything else, but we'd never been away for a weekend together, either. This time, with her wearing a form-fitting polo shirt, so different from her normal professional dress, I would be lying if the thought that I was being invited into a sexy woman's room didn't cross my mind. That she was so much smaller than me, and that we'd both imbibed equal amounts of alcohol didn't cross my mind either. Sure, I had a bit of an after-dinner buzz going, but nothing that was going to affect me by morning.
There was a couch and an easy chair in the suite portion of her room, the king-size bed offset in an attached bedroom, but the TV was situated so it mostly faced the couch. I sat on the couch, Jennifer found the remote and standing in front of me and the TV, soon found a showing of
Sweet Home, Alabama
. When I agreed that was acceptable, even though I had seen it with Stephanie before, she turned and stepped back to the couch. She'd slipped her shoes off and sat at the far end, but soon curled her feet up between us, gently pressing them against my legs. I let my hand rest on her calf, just because it was there, and except to rest it on my own leg, there was nowhere else to put it. When she moved her foot a bit and it came to rest against my hand, I began massaging it, again just because it was there. She soon turned a bit, raising her other foot and I recognized it was for me to massage that foot also. "That feels good," she said, virtually all that she'd said since we'd agreed on what show to watch.
We were perhaps halfway through the movie when she pulled her feet back and stood up, walking to the toilet. A few minutes later I heard the toilet flush, and the door opened. She walked across the room directly to me and climbed on, straddling my knees.
I would have had to be blind to not recognize she'd taken her bra off, her nipples protruding through her tee shirt, and her areolas plainly visible through the cloth. "I don't want to watch a movie anymore, Paul," she said. Reaching down she gripped my hands and raised them to her breasts. "Do you?"
Fuck.
I couldn't help myself, her nipples exquisite jewels between my fingers. She leaned in further, our lips meeting in a lusty kiss. Her tongue dove into my mouth, I sucked it, hard, all the while my fingers gripping and lifting her tee shirt, her tongue receding, my own tongue following, until she was sucking on my tongue as hard as I had hers seconds before. She lifted her arms as I pulled her tee free from her shorts and I lifted it over her head. "Such gorgeous titties!" I marveled, pulling away from our lusty kiss momentarily before I leaned in and took one of her nipples in my mouth, my hand continuing to fondle her other breast.
"Oh God! Paul!!" She moaned and panted as I swapped to her other breast. "We... we shouldn't be doing this..." she whispered; her hand, forcing its way between our bodies, physically telling me just the opposite of what her mouth was saying. Her fingers slipped over the waist of my pants, behind my belt, searching for my cock. I reached down and rearranged from where it had grown down my pant leg so it was upright in my pants, her entire hand delving into them to grip my rapidly hardening member.
Whether we should or shouldn't be doing this wasn't in my mind as my hand dropped to the top of her shorts, fumbling with the button, and opening them. With her straddling my legs, I couldn't push them off, but it didn't stop my fingers from slipping into the opening of her shorts, finding the top of her panty behind that, and pushing inside. Her pants and panty kept me from easily reaching her vagina, but her "Oh God!" as my finger found her clit told me where I was. "Right there... Oh yes!" she moaned as my finger strummed her clit while sucking her nipple. "Oh Fuck, Paul! Oh my God... Oh my God..."
I felt the buzz in my back pocket almost as much as I heard the quiet chirp of my wife's call tone. I ignored it and a bit later there was a quick buzz telling me someone had left a message.
Just as fast as my thoughts had been interrupted by my wife's call, the sexy body in front of me again had my undivided attention. I pressed her back slightly and she rose, standing, her pants and panty falling to the ground, so Jennifer was now naked in front of me. I leaned forward and again sucked a nipple into my mouth, my hand reaching for her pussy, my finger found and plunged into her heated wetness. Her hand caressed the back of my head, holding me to her breast, until I shifted to her other nipple and again raised my finger from her vagina, now covered with her juices, to caress her clit. Straightening a bit, she pulled away from me just enough to reach for my pants. I pulled back to raise my hips, she caught my pants and pulled them down, my cock springing upward. I tried to return my hands to my sexy colleague's body, but now she pulled away, dropping to her knees, and took my cock in her mouth.
I was just wondering if she was going to suck me off or whether she was going to climb into my lap and slide me inside when my phone rang again, once more my wife's ringtone. Everything I was thinking of doing with Jennifer, to Jennifer, was gone -- suddenly interrupted by this second call. I realized I'd ignored my wife's first call, but a second call so close was a sign that something might be happening, and ignoring a second time would have been... unusual for me. During the day, during business meetings, she knows I'll call back as soon as I'm free, but in the evenings and on the weekend? I pulled my hand from Jennifer's head, where I was holding her forward, as I reached for my pants pocket.
Jennifer never took my cock from her mouth. I composed myself enough to say "Hi, Honey. How're you doing?"
Stephanie was just checking in to say hello at what just happened to be the instant that Jennifer was about to suck me off. I couldn't clear my mind enough to continue the call while receiving Jennifer's oral ministrations and pressed backward against her head. With a wicked grin, she pulled away, rose, and moved forward to straddle my knees once again. She gripped my left hand and guided it to her pussy, her fingers pressing my fingers to her clit. Her hand didn't move away, holding mine in place; Jennifer's experienced fingers guiding mine did the trick, and seconds after I answered the phone, her entire body was shaking in orgasm.
She fell forward against my head, her breasts pushing against my forehead as I continued to hold the phone to my ear. My wife wanted to know what I was doing; I told her that Jennifer and I had gone to dinner and were now watching