After around six months at my new job, my boss suggested that I start to visit our other offices to meet in person my coworkers who I'd only met on Zoom or Teams up to that point. The first office he recommended was in Salem, Oregon so I flew into Portland and drove to Salem on a Sunday afternoon, got checked into a hotel and explored the city a bit. The next morning, I drove to the office, was introduced to everyone then sat in a meeting with my colleagues and was happy that I felt even more connected to them than I already had. It was a nice confirmation that I'd made the correct decision to change jobs and join this company. We had a lunch with the entire office but there was a happy hour planned after work with just my department.
Between the meetings, the lunch and the happy hour, I felt like I got the opportunity to connect with everyone, though naturally some seemed more interested in connecting than others. Amanda, for example, was around my age with a similar background in the industry so I found her easy to talk to with no generation gap. At one point during the happy hour, she asked which hotel I was staying at and, when I told her, she asked if I knew my room number. I got where she was coming from because it'd be easy to forget if you didn't make an effort to remember or write it down. I did remember at that moment, and said it, but I also had it written down. She asked if I had a trick to remembering so I took out my wallet and showed her the scrap of the little folio that my keycard had been in where the desk clerk had written my room number. That got a laugh out of those who were paying attention to the conversation. Once I'd put my wallet away, Amanda said to ask her the next day if she remembered by room number so I assumed she had a trick of her own.
Happy hour didn't go too late since we all still needed to work the next day so, when we went our separate ways, I drove to the hotel and started getting ready for bed. I was wearing a pair of lounge pants and a t-shirt and had just completed my nightly ablutions when I heard a knock on my door. Looking through the peephole, I was surprised to see Amanda so I opened the door and asked if everything was alright.
"I started driving home," she said as I was inviting her inside, "and I knew I was going to regret it if I didn't come here to see you, especially after getting you to share your room number."
"What's going on?" I asked, having an idea but wanting to confirm it.
"I'm sorry for being so sneaky to find out your room number," she said, standing at the end of the bed, "but I promise that I'm going to make it up to you."
She dropped to her knees in front of me and took my lounge pants down, gently gripping my stiffening cock as I stepped out of them. I couldn't believe what I was seeing as I was looking down at Amanda opening her mouth and engulfing my cock, which continued to grow. It almost felt like it had to be a dream because it was so surreal. It also felt absolutely incredible. I went ahead and removed my t-shirt so that it wouldn't get in her way and it wouldn't block my view. She showed pretty quickly that she left nothing to be desired when it came to cocksucking. The pleasure I was feeling was intense and amazing so I knew that I wasn't going to be able to last for very long before I was cumming. I didn't care, though, because I knew that her visit was not going to end with me blowing a load into her mouth and her leaving. I had taken more than a few surreptitious peeks at her physique during that day and fully intended to see it naked as soon as I could. She was slim and fit, like a distance runner, with small boobs and long legs. As I considered how she would look naked, I'm pretty sure my cock became even harder but she wasn't fazed at all. She continued to skillfully suck me off while gently pumping the base.
It wasn't just the pleasure that she was providing that defined her skill at sucking cock; she was also drawing out the pleasure for much longer than I had expected to be able to enjoy it. As eager as I was to get her naked, there would be no moving on from this blowjob until the pleasure had reached a culmination and I had blown my load which I was obviously completely fine with. I was focusing on the building pleasure while still looking down, wanting to commit this to memory so I could revisit the moment after I'd left Oregon. I wouldn't have believed it was happening if I wasn't seeing it. There's definitely something to be said about feeling a connection with someone; this could theoretically have been anyone who'd been at the happy hour but Amanda was the one person who I'd want it to be. Not that I wouldn't have enjoyed a blowjob from one of the other women in attendance but I doubt I'd have enjoyed it is much as having Amanda doing it.
Because she was so good at it, though, we did reach a point where, no matter how good she was at drawing out the pleasure, my orgasm was getting too close for her to be able to prevent it any longer. My cock was swelling even more the closer I was getting but her efforts were unaffected as she just continued to slide her lips up and down my stiff shaft while gently pumping the base. Even when I finally exploded into her mouth with a long moan, she didn't hesitate as she swallowed my load while still sucking my cock. The pleasure I felt as I was cumming was intense and seemed to go on for longer than a typical orgasm. It wasn't until I finally finished and my cock began to soften that she released my cock from her mouth and sat back on her heels, looking up at expectantly.
"You absolutely did not have to do that to make anything up to me," I said as I was helping her stand, "but I can't even begin to tell you how glad I am that you did and how eager I am to take care of you to show you how much I enjoyed it."
