The Business Trip - Day 03

Ben woke late on Tuesday morning, and smiled at the clock on the bedside table when he saw the time. 8.30am. His first seminar didn't start until 10am today, meaning he had plenty of time to get ready. He got up, then made himself a coffee on the fancy pod machine, before taking it out onto the balcony to enjoy the morning sun. His company had splashed out on very nice rooms, maybe not the very top (those were the penthouses), but still nice - and surely expensive.

After his coffee he headed down to the gym, unsurprised to find it amazingly equipped. By that time of the morning it was a little quieter than he suspected it had been before the conference started, so he had an undisturbed workout. Normally he exercised four times a week, but he had the sneaking suspicion he would be a little bit lazy this week. Still, getting down today was a good start, even if it was already Tuesday.

Then he returned to his room, enjoyed a long, luxurious shower, and finally ate a very quick breakfast before heading to the seminar.

It was a relatively interesting seminar, and he took some notes on his laptop regarding helpful tips he could put to use when he got back to the office. Moreover, the guy sitting next to him worked in a very similar role in a company in India, and they exchanged business cards to help each other out in the future.

In fact, the conference as a whole was genuinely proving to be a very useful endeavour. Ben was slightly surprised, but he wasn't going to complain. New business connections, a chance to develop his skills, and most of all the chance to meet (and fuck!) plenty of absurdly beautiful women? Sounded like a pretty successful trip so far.

Speaking of the latter, that was the one thing missing from his seminar, which disappointed Ben. Things had been off to such an incredible start, but he guessed it couldn't keep up forever. After all, he'd fucked five different women in the space of the two days he'd been here, and he accepted that it was unsustainable.

But then again, perhaps it wasn't.

Eventually it hit noon, and the participants were dismissed for an hour. Ben decided to grab some food since he'd only had time for a quick breakfast. There were really only three places to eat on the hotel grounds if you ignored the pool bar - the restaurant, and two cute cafés on opposite sides of the building.

He headed for the farthest café, knowing that the other two eateries would be busy with conference-goers. Even still, it was rapidly filling up with other businesspeople, so Ben was glad to have gone straight there.

He ordered a turkey sandwich then stepped outside, grabbing a chair on a small two-seater table out on the terrace so he could enjoy the warm air. It was shaded and a fan was running so it wasn't too hot, even though he knew out in the sun it was baking. He closed his eyes for a second, breathed in the relaxing atmosphere, then began to eat his sandwich.

"Excuse me, sorry, is anyone sitting there?" asked a woman's voice after a short while, and he looked up to see its source.

A young woman stood there holding a sandwich, gesturing at the empty seat opposite him. She was fairly young at about twenty-one years old, and absolutely gorgeous. Stunning blue eyes glimmered on her beautiful face, and her soft brown hair flowed over her shoulders and down her back. She wore a light green-and-white shirt that was unbuttoned, revealing a black bikini top beneath, and denim shorts - obviously a vacationer rather than a businesswoman. He guessed her to be quite tall at about 5'8", and the bikini top did a great job showing off her 34D breasts.

Ben swallowed, and shook his head. "No, it's free."

"Do you mind if I sit there? It's just there's no tables."

"Of course, go right ahead." He smiled at her, and enjoyed the way her face lit up. She quickly sat down.

He couldn't resist chatting to her as they ate, and she didn't seem to mind. Her name was Rebecca, but she insisted on being called Becky. She was friendly and flirty and they got along very well. It turned out she was indeed here on vacation with some college buddies, and she was sharing her room with her best friend Amber. But Amber was still in bed, hungover from the evening before, so Becky had been forced to seek out lunch alone.

"I'm glad I could keep you company," Ben smiled.

She laughed. "So am I. You know, it's shallow to say it out loud, but I picked this table because you were the best looking guy here. I hope you don't mind."

"I don't mind at all. We'll just call this the good-looking table," he replied jokingly.

"Just don't tell your wife, yeh?" she said with a playful wink.

Ben smiled. "I'm not married. Not anything, in fact. Free and single and enjoying my vacation."

Becky leaned back, a mischievous smile curling the corner of her lips. "Single, huh?" She rubbed her arms then leaned forwards, pressing them together as if to highlight her tits. "You got any plans?"

"Well, I have to get back to this conference in about thirty minutes," he said quietly.

"Will anyone notice if you're a little late?"

"I don't think so."

She smiled. "Then let's finish our sandwiches up in your room, where it's a little quieter."

Ben agreed, and they grabbed their plates and headed to the elevators. It took only a couple of minutes before they were stepping into his hotel room.

Of course, the moment the door shut, the two half-eaten sandwiches were quickly discarded.

Instead, Becky kissed him, pressing herself against him, and Ben returned the kiss with passion of his own. He reached up, his hands moving to her shoulders and sliding the unbuttoned shirt down her arms. It fell to the floor in a crumpled heap. Immediately she began to remove her bikini top, and as she undid it, Ben took off his own shirt.

Then Becky broke the kiss, staring at him hungrily as she dragged him onto the bed, pulling him down on top of her. Ben smiled devilishly, then began to kiss his way down her body. She did not seem to mind, threading her fingers through his hair as he lavished her shapely 34Ds with attention, before continuing his journey lower.

As he reached her waist, his fingers deftly undid the button on her denim shorts, and she reached down to push them over her hips with a wiggle. He grasped them, sliding them from her legs along with her panties, and dropping them off the side of the bed. For a second he enjoyed the sight of her naked before him, before dipping forwards and burying his face between her legs.

He delighted in Becky's long moan when his lips found her womanhood, instantly setting about exploring those wonderful folds. His tongue probed her entrance, swirling on her hole, then began to kiss and lick every inch of her pussy.

Soon she was writhing in place, holding his head tightly, her joyful whimpers growing louder as her pleasure built. He focused more on her clit, teasing the sensitive bud with his nimble tongue, until with a cry of bliss the gorgeous twenty-one year-old came against his face.

He teased her through it, then quickly stood, staring down at her as she sucked in air. His hands quickly undid his belt buckle, then pulled off his remaining clothes, leaving him as naked as she was.

Her eyes burned into his, then dropped lower to settle on his hard cock. She let out a soft breath of anticipation.

"I need you inside me," she whispered. "Now."

Ben had the same thought, quickly moving above her. He reached down, angling himself with her snatch, then pushed inwards. Becky sighed happily as her tight pussy swallowed him up. He stared down at her, enjoying the joy written on her face, and the way her blue eyes rolled back as he started to thrust.

"Fuck, you feel good," she cooed, her hands sliding to his shoulders.

"Likewise," he grinned.

He began to increase his pace, and within a minute he was fucking her with passion. The noise of their sex was loud in his hotel room, and he leant down to reinitiate their fiery kiss.

She moaned into the liplock, her tongue slipping into his mouth. Ben did not relent, and soon his hips were hammering against her, his cock driving into her cunt with feverish glee.

It did not take long before Becky broke the kiss with a scream, arching her back as she came.Her tunnel clamped down on his member, spasming along its length, and he slowed to let her ride it out.

When her eyes refocused, he restarted. She stared up at him with lustful reverence, her hands gripping his biceps as he held himself above her, almost as tightly as her walls gripped his plundering pole.

A minute later, the brunette fox was shuddering in bliss once more, flailing beneath him in the throes of a powerful orgasm. Ben revelled in the fact that although there might be a seven year age gap between them, that clearly did not affect their chemistry in the bedroom.

She wrapped her legs around him as her peak subsided, and he picked up his former pace. Putting his weight on his left hand, he reached out with his right, grasping one of her perfect 34D tits and enjoying its size and softness in his palm. His cock still slammed into her, and already he could feel that velvet cunt narrowing around his dick another time.

"I'm cumming... again..." she gurgled euphorically, her blue eyes rolling back as her fourth of the morning ripped through her.

Ben bottomed out in her snatch, enjoying the way her tunnel pulsed in time with the convulsions of her body as she came

hard

. When at last the climax had subsided, she slumped back onto the mattress and sucked in ragged lungfuls of air.

"That was incredible," she whispered, an expression of awe on her pretty face. Then her eyebrows furrowed in gentle concern. "But didn't you get to cum too?"

"Not yet," he grinned. "We're not done."

"You mean there's

more

?"

"I'm not one of those inexperienced college boys you're used to, Becky."

Becky grinned, clearly delighted at the prospect of more sex when she hadn't been expecting it. She pushed him away, twisting onto all fours. When she was done, she turned back to him with a naughty smile.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" she teased.

He moved forwards, neatly spearing her, enjoying the way her words melted into a mewl of pleasure as his dick slipped back inside her. He fucked her with deep, deliberate strokes to begin with. After all, Ben found something particularly enjoyable about languidly plowing a hot girl from behind. But soon his rhythm had started to grow, until he was zealously plunging into her heavenly pussy.

And within two minutes of the new position, Becky was wailing into the bedsheets, cumming hard on his cock. He did not slow, reaching round to grasp her swaying breasts as he pounded her. The moment it faded, another was building, and less than a minute later Number Six seared through her.

"I can't stop cumming..." she whined desperately. "I can't stop fucking cumming!"

"I don't want you to stop," he replied simply.

He straightened then, gripping her shoulder for leverage as he really started to fuck her. She rolled her hips back against him as best she could, and he appreciated the effort... but not nearly as much as he appreciated the way she looked and felt when a minute later she came yet again, her seventh of the morning. Her walls clamped down on his length and her body jerked wildly as she howled in bliss.

And when that orgasm passed, his dick resumed hammering into her wanton cunt. Becky simply sobbed in unrelenting ecstasy as he claimed her pussy as his own.

She looked incredible, her brown hair messy over her back, her body writhing and undulating as rapture assaulted her mind. He slapped her ass with his free hand, then held her waist. It was not every day he got to nail a slutty college student, so intended to make the most of it.

To that end, it did not take long before he could feel his own release arriving. He kept up his pace, his cock ramming into her, his tempo borderline ferocious. Her molten tunnel narrowed on his delving member, and the feeling was bringing him closer and closer.

At last he could hold out no longer. In time with Becky's eighth orgasm -- a screaming, thrashing, mindblowing climax -- he bottomed out, a torrent of white hot spunk painting her insides with his sticky seed.

She slumped forwards after a few seconds, lying face down on the mattress before slowly rolling onto her back. Then she giggled, meeting his eyes, a broad satisfied grin plastered across her face.

Eventually she pushed herself upright, giving him a kiss as she started to collect her clothes. It was only then that Ben realised the time, and it dawned on him he was going to be late to get back to the conference.

Becky seemed to pick up the urgency, and hurriedly dressed, then two of them grinning at each other as they hurried for the door. But as they passed the table in his room, Becky paused.

"Are these business cards?" she asked.

"Yes," Ben said. "Do you want one?"

"I think holding onto your contact details might be good for us both," she said with a wink. "After all, now I have to tell Amber about you. Enjoy your conference."

Then she gave him a quick kiss, and disappeared down the corridor back to her room.

Ben rushed back to the conference to find the seminar well underway. Thankfully it only tangentially related to what he worked in, so it wasn't a big deal that he'd missed the start. Not that he would have cared if it had been - getting to spend nearly an hour pounding a gorgeous twenty-one year-old wasn't something he'd have regretted no matter what the result.

He took a seat at the back, settling in, and spent the rest of the afternoon listening to lectures and participating in workshops. He was a little bored, but every time that happened he just remembered that he was being paid to be here, and this beat being at work any day.

At last they broke for the day, and Ben decided to go for a walk outside through the resort grounds. He stepped out and was surprised by how dark the sky looked. He knew storms weren't unheard of at this time of year, but the weather had been so beautiful up to now it was still a surprise.

Still, he decided to risk it. The pools had largely emptied due to the foreboding sky but Ben just wanted a quick stroll in the fresh air after being stuck inside for so long. As he completed his circuit of the resort gardens, he felt a fat drop of rain land on his head, and heard a rumble of thunder. He sped up, hoping to make it back to the main building in time.

He did not.

The rain came hard, and sudden. Within moments, he was soaked, his shirt clinging to him. It actually got a little hard to see with the downpour, and so he dived under a small cabana to try to wait it out. The cabana was not large or luxurious like those by the pools, it was mostly for decoration, but at least the rain was no longer drenching him. Instead, he could hear it hammering against the roof.

It was then he heard a woman's panicked voice and saw someone running past him clutching a small black purse. She had dark hair and was wearing business clothes, so he assumed she was a fellow conference attendee that had also decided to risk a quick walk. And just like him, she had been caught out in the rain, but her high heels were making it difficult for her to run.

"In here!" he shouted, catching her attention.

She turned, then headed straight for him, and moments later was also sheltering under the cabana's roof. A faint laugh shook her as she huddled in from the incredible rain.

"

Arigatou gozaimasu,

" she said, then glanced up at him and smiled. "Thank you, if you don't speak Japanese."

Ben did not speak Japanese, although he did recognise '

arigatou'

from all the anime he'd watched as a kid. Using his excellent detective skills, he pieced together from this woman's accent, from how she looked, and from the fact that she was literally speaking Japanese, that she was probably Japanese. Which made sense, given that Ben knew a handful of large companies from Japan had sent some employees to the conference.

But far more important than where she was from, was the fact that she was also unbelievably hot.

Ben couldn't help but check her out. She was gorgeous, with deep brown eyes, and beautiful black hair that was currently matted with the storm. She wore a smart black skirt, high heels, and a white buttoned blouse swiftly going see-through. The shirt stuck to her body with the heavy drenching she had received, revealing she had a gorgeous slim figure, and a pair of breathtaking 34Gs. And given she could not have been any taller than 5'3", they somehow looked even bigger on her diminutive frame.

"I did not expect the rain to come so quickly," she said in her adorable accent.

"Me neither," Ben laughed, staring at the downpour, deep pools of water already beginning to form on the ground. He turned to her and smiled. "I'm Ben, by the way. Nice to meet you."

She bowed her head. "It is nice to meet you, too. I am Miyuki."

"Should I call you Miyuki-san?" he asked. "Or something like that?"

She giggled sweetly. "You know a little Japanese! I am impressed. But no, you only call me that if we speak Japanese. If we speak English, just Miyuki is fine."

"Alright, Miyuki, I will."

"That is good, Ben-san."

"But you just said-"

Her laughter cut him off, and he realised she was teasing him. He grinned.

For a while they chatted as the rain kept coming, the loud claps of thunder occasionally making them both jump. Ben's Japanese was non-existent, but thankfully Miyuki's English was flawless. It turned out Ben's hunch was right, and Miyuki was indeed a fellow conference attendee. In fact, her line of work lined up quite well with Ben's own, although they had not attended any of the same seminars.

However, whilst he enjoyed talking with her, it was hard to concentrate with the way her white blouse had gone practically see-through. She kept catching him checking her out, but Ben was not too embarrassed, since she was doing the same.

Another clap of thunder made her wince. Ben reached out and put his hand on her shoulder.

"The thunder's getting loud, isn't it? I don't think I want to stay here any longer," he said, peering out into the storm. "We would be better off inside."

Miyuki nodded, reaching into her purse, then her brown eyes went wide and she looked at him in panic. "My key is missing!"

She looked around on the floor, then back in her purse. Then she stared back out at the storm.

"I don't know where I lost it," she said in alarm. "I need to look for it."

"In this storm? You can't, Miyuki, that would be mad."

"But I can't stay here! And look at me, I can't go to the lobby like this!" She gestured at her soaked through blouse in agitation. She had a point.

Ben glanced out again. The pool elevators were relatively close by, and his room was on this side of the building.

"My room isn't too far. We can get there without anyone seeing you, and you can stay there until you're dry," he said. "Then after the storm has passed, we can look for your keycard, or just get you a new one."

She seemed to relax a little, then nodded. "Ok. That sounds good." She reached down and took off her high heels, preparing to run.

Ben took her free hand, and then the two of them launched themselves into the deluge, Miyuki shrieking as the rain hammered down on them apocalyptically. At last they reached the elevators, and they jumped inside. As it carried them up, they met eyes and burst out laughing, as much in relief as entertainment.

The doors opened and Miyuki moved behind him, just in case anyone was there, but the corridor was empty. It took only ten seconds before he was unlocking his room and the two of them stepped inside.

"Nice room," Miyuki said as he shut the door.