Day three of my visit and I have some work to do today.
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Early the next morning I leave you sleeping contentedly in my hotel bed as I head off early for some meetings at my company's local office and a business lunch. After all, this trip cannot be all play.
It's a busy morning as I have crammed all my business into as short a time as possible so that I can maximise the time I have with you. I get the internal meetings done by eleven thirty and head out to meet one of our suppliers for a business review over a light lunch in a nearby restaurant. It goes well and I am back in the office shortly after two.
It's a balmy afternoon. The sun is shining brightly through the window of my borrowed office as I clear the emails that have accumulated over the past couple of days and make some calls now that the UK is waking up.
I am daydreaming a little, thinking about the coming evening, when the telephone on the desk suddenly rings. I pick up and Alana, the pretty 20 year old girl on reception, tells me that I have a visitor. I am intrigued as I was not expecting anyone else today. I can only think that it must be you, so I ask her to show you the way to the office I'm using and send you in.
Alana has been with the company just over a year now. I have seen her on several visits during that time and have always been attracted to her. She has a very pretty face, which always seems to carry a bright smile, and the trim body of someone who visits the gym regularly. She has very nice, firm and perky boobs with pronounced nipples, which she occasionally highlights by going bra-less.
On my last visit I spent a good thirty minutes standing at reception chatting to her, unable to drag myself away from the lovely view I had down her loose-fitting blouse. She knew exactly what I was doing but didn't seem at all concerned. The view I was enjoying, and her seemingly carefree attitude, prompted me to ask if she would like to meet for a drink one evening. Sadly, she turned me down, apologetically insisting she would not date anyone she worked with. My disappointment did not keep me from wanking furiously that night, thinking about what she would be like in bed and I still harbour hopes of getting her to go against her policy on one of my visits.
The thought of bedding Alana at some stage ensures I am starting to get a bit of a hard-on when, a couple of minutes later, there is a light knock, the office door opens and she ushers in my unexpected visitor. A broad smile spreads across my face as my suspicions are confirmed and you enter. Behind you, I can see a puzzled look on Alana's face as she wonders who you are and what you are doing here, but she turns in the doorway and returns to her post.
You stand there motionless for a minute or two, allowing me to drink in the view. You look stunning in a light and flimsy, floral summer dress. Your hair falls loose around your shoulders, your bronzed skin offering a dark contrast to the light material of the dress.
You push the door shut and walk purposefully towards the desk where I am sitting. Rounding the desk and standing beside me, you look straight into my eyes. "Not interrupting anything important, I hope!"
Without waiting for a response, you bend a little, reach up under your dress and slide your panties down your legs, over your shoes and off. Still with your eyes fixed on me, you open the top drawer of the desk, drop the flimsy white garment inside and slide it closed.
I push back in my chair to move myself a little away from the desk. You are standing between me and the window and, with the bright sunlight behind you, I can see every curve and shape of your trim body in brilliant silhouette. Your feet are planted shoulder width apart and the bottom half of your dress has become almost transparent, drawing my eye to the tantalising gap between your thighs and the merest hint of the bare pussy mound and lips that lie at the top of them.
