Monday morning I awoke in a hotel room, a strange feeling as it took a few moment to collect my surroundings and realize where I was. The unfamiliar room took a moment to straighten out in my head as I rubbed my eyes. Remembering that I'd been asked by our company's leadership to assist training some of our newest employees, a rotation I wasn't particularly looking forward to. 'This is going to be a long week.' I thought to myself, running my fingers through my short brown hair.
I looked down at the television in the room that had been left on late last night as I tried to get to sleep. The tent my usual morning hard-on was pitching with the sheet was blocking out the bottom of the screen. One familiar thing at least, every morning since I was 13 started this way. I slipped a hand under the sheet to touch my sensitive and erect flesh. It was incredibly hard like concrete, painful and desperately begging for release. Slowly my hand wrapped around my throbbing mass and began softly stroking. My eyes closed, and I began to think back decades, to an exciting camping trip with my girlfriend in college. How she'd always loved to wake me up by taking me in her mouth while I slept, waking up with this pulsating monster in her warm and wet mouth...that morning waking in our tent, the cool air only had intensified the heat from her mouth. I began to feel precum dripping from the head as I continued touch myself, making my hand and cock slippery.
Just then my alarm jolted me from my beautiful thoughts. My hand left my cock to reach over and turn it off. I thought I could come back and finish...but checking the time, I realized, that I needed to get moving. Ugh, all day in a meeting, and my one opportunity to start the day off right was thwarted by the time. I made a mental note to get back to my room early tonight, I'd probably need to take care of business then. I rolled out of bed to get into the shower.
I never liked traveling for work, didn't much appreciate sleeping in strange hotel beds, away from my family. My wife and kids no doubt were also waking from their night and getting ready for their days back home. I missed waking up with them and sharing the first moments of our day together over breakfast. Although, when I think about it, I can't say I was a stranger to satisfying my own needs in the morning, it happened often. I guess the years of my marriage had taken it's toll on the passion we once shared, and nothing I've done seemed to remedy that. For the last few years, she was flat out cold, and when we would be intimate, it was disappointing. Left to my own fantasies and explorations often, I'd gotten good at remembering long lost girlfriends and experiences that had shaped my sexual history. Those thoughts of that morning in the tent were keeping me hard while the water heated up as I brushed my teeth. The warm water helped me to relax and finally my erection subsided as I cleaned up and shaved for the day.
The ride to the office was quick and I entered the meeting room, dressed in a black suit, blue tie and white shirt. Always formal dress in this office. The new employees tried to make idol chit chat with me, for most it was their very fist day of employment and I did my best to help them feel comfortable in their new surroundings. Still not excited to spend a full day, much less a week in the meeting room, but work was work, and I loved what I did. This company and the work I had put in, provided and excellent life for my family and I, and if the company leadership asked me to help this week, I was going to do my best. That's the only way I do anything, it's all or nothing, my best effort on everything I do.
Chatter was getting to a boil when the door opened. What walked in next, I was ill prepared for. I noticed her hair first, long and blonde, her bright smile was next as she surveyed the meeting room of people. She walked with a purpose, the room fell silent, and she set her things down on the conference table, she stood in a position of authority and inhaled a deep breath to address the class.
"Good morning everyone!" She projected.
A unanimous "good morning" from the group followed.
"My name is Michele and I'll be your instructor for the week. If you'll give me a few minutes to get settled, we'll get started."
I was in awe. In just a moment this beautiful creature had taken control of a room of somewhat unruly people, and done it in a way we were all looking forward to. She was tall in her heels, must have been at least 5'8-5'9 in them. A professional black jacket worn over a black and blue tight dress that seemed to end just above her knees. Her long legs poured from the hem of the dress down to the heels on her feet. As she prepared her things, she removed that black jacket, my voice caught in my throat, and my eyes must have widened. Not only was this woman gorgeous, she was very, very pregnant. I figured at least 5-6 months by the look of it. She also looked like she hadn't gained an ounce of weight, other than her beautiful round belly. Her slender figure showcased by a body forming black and blue dress, that hugged every sensuous curve. My eyes had trouble not staring.
Never in my life had I ever found a woman so desirable so quickly, much less a pregnant one. My mind wrestled with this conundrum for a moment, before I realized I had better introduce myself. I stood, realizing that since she walked in, I hadn't taken my eyes off her. It was like no one else had been in the room since she entered.
"Good morning Michele" I said walking toward her, extending a hand, "I'm Scott, I was asked to help you get our newest members through their first week."
"Good morning Scott" as she took my hand, her hand shake was firm, I pretended to look at her hand, but was trying to get a closer look at her legs and how that dress hugged every inch of her body in a sexy but still very professional way. Our eyes met, now looking at each other, our hands stayed clasped a second longer than necessary. Her tongue gently licked her lips and she smiled wide again. "I have something for you, can we talk in a little bit?"
"I'm here for whatever you need..." I replied, testing her response. I thought her cheeks flushed for a brief second, but she stayed very professional.
"Thank you Scott, I appreciate your enthusiasm"
I returned to my seat and prepared for the day long meeting. It went by quickly, but I was finding it hard to focus as my mind kept drifting at this beautiful woman in front of the room. Thinking to myself, I'd never found a pregnant girl so attractive before. We talked several times throughout the day, each time seeming to stand a little closer, talking at a lower volume creating small private moments. She seemed every bit as attracted to me as I was to her. This made me smile. We talked about a lot, she was younger than me by more than ten years, she reached out several times to steady herself during a laugh, grasping my arm...I thought she was coping a feel but I couldn't be sure. She seemed to smile brightly when I spoke, and I'm sure I was responding in kind.
By mid afternoon, I was already thinking of how to get her alone at some point during the week so we could talk. I wasn't thinking of flirting per se, but I wanted to get to know her when there weren't all these other people around. I really just didn't want her out of my sight, every curve of her beautiful pregnant body was keeping me throbbing and thick in my suit, and I was loving being so turned on all day.
Sitting there, watching her ass wiggle in that tight dress while she wrote on the board made my cock throb in my slacks over and over. It felt unusual to be so turned on by someone, I'd always been fiercely loyal to my wife, and never really thought about stepping out, despite the fact that my sex life had been abysmal for years now. But as I watched her wiggle her small yet perfectly round ass, all I was imagining was sliding that dress up around her waist and pushing my hard cock right in between those beautiful ass cheeks. I thickened and throbbed in my pants again like a high school kid, praying I wouldn't be called to the front of the class.
My mind ran wild, the fantasies got more vivid, and more pornographic. The images flying through my head now were of all the depraved acts I wanted to carry out with her. Images in every position, kissing, sucking, licking, fucking, I listened to her voice as she spoke imagining what she must sound like in the throes of her own orgasm. It was impossible to turn my thoughts off. They scared me a little, I wanted to act on them, and I needed to know if she felt the same.
The danger here was ridiculous, I was married with two kids at home, she was married and currently pregnant with their baby. We worked together, the implications of a workplace romance were dangerous on so many levels. But in those moments, catching each other's eye throughout the day, I didn't care about the consequences. I wanted her, and hoped she felt the same. My mind raced with how to progress our conversation after hours.
Opportunity knocked, she wrapped up the lecture for the day, and the class broke for the evening. As people packed their things, she and I did the same. I noticed her glance over in my direction a couple times as she packed up. Strangely I found my heart beating faster, like a nervous kid in high school again, now wanting to ask out his crush. I had to make a move before she left for the day. How would I ask this question, I didn't want the employees to overhear, maybe they'd want to join, and I wanted her all to myself.
