We’d met some time ago
I remember it in crystal clarity.
I was on the UK mainland on business. Locked away in meetings in some featureless gleaming office building, when in she walked. It was my last meeting of the day, and I was ready for home, but that all changed when she walked in.
Well, I say walked. Swayed was more like it. It was like her hips were beating out a rhythm as she walked. And each step seemed to thump and reverberate through my chest along with my heartbeat.
It was business as usual during the meeting, although I did see her undo another button on her blouse during the meeting. It wasn’t as if there was enough cleavage showing already mind. And I knew it was for my benefit, since she looked up over her glasses at me as she did it.
With business done, we all exchanged pleasantries, e-mails, phone number and business cards.
On the back of her card was a hastily scribbled message
“Check your e-mail when you can….x”
She smiled as I left, eager to catch a flight back home as soon as possible.
I checked my e-mail when I arrived home. There was the usual rubbish….then the one I was looking for….just one line. “You should have stayed overnight”….
I opened the attached file and nearly choked.
There she was in the meeting room that we had shared hours earlier. Same outfit as before…This time the blouse was completely unbuttoned, her ample breasts straining against the lace of the tightest white bra I have ever seen. The short skirt however was gone…lying at her feet, to show tight white panties, with her hand clearly down inside them. And her face – well that same smile was on her lips that I had seen earlier.
So she felt she was in control did she? We’d soon see about that….
I carefully worded an e-mail, with a copy to this young lady’s boss. I’d need her back in Belfast for a few days to tie up loose ends. I’d fund the trip of course, it would be better if she brought her car since we may need to meet at different locations. I knew the request would not be refused. I booked the hotel – my usual room – 203.
So I sent detailed instructions that she should meet me at one of our “proposed sites” and continued about my business until the day came.
My friend Mike had worked at the hotel for quite some time now. He and I were voyeurs of the highest order. We had installed various cameras in room 203 – my usual room. He knew that he needed my permission to view anything – I had it locked down tight. And today his request was denied.
We had invested good money in these cameras, and as I logged on I could see why
She hadn’t been there very long by the look of it – her suitcase was on the bed, but where was she?
Ah…changing cameras, I see a white blouse, skirt and underwear on the floor. The bathroom is filling with steam, but I can see her. Hair tied back, face tilted up towards the water. I watch as the water tumbles down her body and I feel a rush of blood throbbing through me. As I watch I see her take the shower head down and slide it between her thighs – quite obviously seeking pleasure of her own.
I watch and think of how good it will be to pleasure this girl later. I plug in headphones and listen as she gasps and pants with pleasure until she reaches climax. I sit back in my office chair, smiling despite myself, enjoying every second of this show.
I glance at my watch, I’d have to leave soon, but I was caught in rapt amazement at what I was watching. She stepped from the shower, patting her body dry, gently applying moisturiser to every inch of her taught gleaming body. As she applied her make up, I signed off and made my way down to the car-park. There would be no chance that she would arrive at our site meeting before I did.
As I drove to our pre-arranged meeting spot I allowed myself a brief moment to stroke my engorged cock through my suit. A trickle of my juices flowing from the tip as I anticipated with relish my afternoon meeting. Oh I will enjoy this one. She looked like class, but those eyes had given it all away.
I timed my drive well. I arrived to an empty car park. Parked my car, and settled in to wait. As I watched and waited, I saw a young professional woman drive closer, indicator light flashing. And I stepped from my black standard issue 3-series to await her arrival. I leaned against my car as she approached, then stepped forward to open her door when she parked – smiling broadly.
As she stepped down from her Freelander, I drank in the view. Instructions had been followed to the letter. All black – black top and black skirt – with blood red lipstick. This lady might be classy, but she knew when the time was right to dress like a whore for her men. As she took my hand I smelt her for the first time, a hint of Chanel I do believe…
I looked down into her eyes pulled her towards me, her head tilting up in anticipation of my kiss for the first time. I could feel my blood boiling between my legs with lust already; I would have to be straight to the point of things.
As I kissed she strained her strong curves against me and I felt her breasts crushing against my chest. I kissed her firmly, but not enough to make her feel that I was in control, urging her to kiss me back, which she did eagerly.
A soft moan escaped her lips as I thrust my tongue into her mouth, searching and probing – tasting her wetness. Her wetness elsewhere was all I could think of right now. I wanted it. As I kissed her I put my hand deep into her hair, releasing pent up frustration on lust, nibbling her full lips tasting her mouth.
I needed to feel her skin. To sample that soft taut body I had watched earlier, and I slipped my hand under her skimpy top, pinching her nipple and groping at her breasts for the first time.
I looked down at her there. Watching her breathing, deep, heavy and I waited until she opened her eyes to look at her. I needed to establish at what stage we were. As she looked at me I could see a far-away look. The time for “ms professional” to be in control had long since passed. She was mine now.
I looked over her shoulder at a picnic table under some trees, shielded slightly from the road. I smiled at her and winked and led her to the table.
I pushed her back until her ass hit the table and stood back a little – liking what I saw there. I licked my lips and lifted her top over her chest. I pulled her bra down and watched as her breasts tumbled out as if released. I took my time to lick over each nipple in turn with the flat of my tongue. Desperate to bite, but restraining myself then sucking hard – there is fine line between pleasure and pain, and I intended to cross it with these nipples, I heard her gasp as I worked on each nipple. Feeling each one become erect on my tongue.
I stepped back again, and then lifted the little slut’s short skirt to her waist. I could hear cars drive by on the road. Ordinary people having ordinary days while I was having an extraordinary one. I smiled at this thought, as I slipped one finger inside her tight black lace knickers. I felt a gush of moisture as I slid my finger over her clit, and the time for restraint slipped away in an instant.
As she stood on tip-toes, she tried to regain control, by lying back onto the table. Her thighs spread open as a clear invitation. As I watched she held her pussy open and used a finger on her clit.
As she dipped a finger inside her she scooped up some of wetness, showing me before licking her finger clean.
If I wasn’t careful she would be back in control here again so I knelt down and began to suck her exposed clit, alternating this with licking it with pressure from my tongue. As I continued to take my fill, I could feel her pressing herself against me as I regained control and she lost hers.
As she lay there moaning and gasping for breath. I thrust one of my fingers deep into her ass and used it to spread it wide for my forthcoming pleasure. She screamed as I took control and her juices trickled over my hands as I used my finger hard on her tight ass. I get locked into the rhythm of taking her ass with first one finger then two, and systemically licking her clit hard with my tongue.
I had had enough of this – for now anyway. And I grasped at my suit trousers, unzipping them. I looked down at her and dragged my hard cock across her swollen pussy lips and sliding it across her clit. As I looked down at her – smiling I thrust my cock deep into her pussy, and felt it stretch to accommodate my throbbing hardness.
I lifted her legs up and using both hands spread them wide so I could really force my cock deep into her. As I pumped into her, my eyes never leaving hers, I watched as she reached down and began to rub her clit – lost in the moment.
She had lost control of herself now and I fucked her hard. Thrusting with deep hard strokes I almost gave in to the passion but I needed to regain control and I withdrew from her as she looked at me. Eyes eagerly waiting for my next move.
I took her hand and helped her sit upright and then slid her off the table. I moved her to sit on the bench at the side of the table, and then I sat on the table moving myself so she was between my legs. She knew exactly what was expected and as she licked her lips she licking around the tip of my cock before taking me completely in her mouth using her tongue like a pro as she slide down my shaft.
She guzzles greedily at our mixed juices and rolled my balls in the palm of her hands, scratching a nail across the bottom of them I gasped in surprise and I could have sworn I heard her giggle like a schoolgirl as I jerked in surprise. In response I placed a hand on the back of her head and pushed my cock deep into her mouth, allowing a groan to escape as I did it. As she gasped for air I was back in control and my own smile crossed my lips again
I pushed her away from me, laughing as I tweaked her erect nipples between thumb and forefinger. Her gasp of mild pain was all I needed and it was time to take my fill of her at last
I put my hand on the back of her neck, bending her face down into the picnic table. I stepped into her, my hard cock brushing her ass, waiting on her signal to either continue or stop. Her response to this was to reach behind her, pulling her ass cheeks apart for me to take out my pleasure, lust and frustration on her.
Lubrication wasn’t a problem as I slid first an inch; then two inside her, stretching her tight ass. As I slid slowly inside I heard her take deep breaths to ease the straining she was feeling. And then I took the breath from her completely as I thrust myself deep into her.
The time for restraint had gone as she begged me be gentle, but her time to be in control was past. I thrust my hard cock into her fast and hard. I could feel the blood pumping to its head and I could feel it growing with every stroke. I was determined to let this girl feel me for days afterwards.
Within seconds her ass released enough for her to push herself harder against my thrusts and I watched as she moved her hand to her clit. I’m holding back, almost about to tip over the edge of orgasm. My breathing is and my thrusting is faster and I release myself in her. My hot cum shooting from the head of my cock on almost convulsive jerks and I feel her ass grip me, as if greedily milking every last drop of cum into her.
Then there is her scream as she lets go of her own orgasm as I continue to fuck her ass and shoot my cum deep into her. Completely released I pull my cock from her ass. Looking at her from behind, her ass is still exposed, stretched by my cock and I watch as she fights for breath, still face down on the table, and I pull my trousers back up, slipping my satisfied cock back into them.
As she turns around I smile at her, I lift her face to me. Both hands on her cheeks, I kiss her gently, my passion has subsided for now.
Then I turn and walk to my car, grinning as I walk away. As I drive away I watch with mild amusement as she rearranges her clothing, bending over awkwardly in high heels and tight skirt, searching for her discarded knickers.
That was a site visit worth remembering.
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Submitted by : The Irishman
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