The business trip
I didnt hear it at first, but suddenly my worst nightmare
was confronting me
.
In the semidarkness of early evening, double bed in a quiet
room far from home, horizontal, my suit strides fly and
top button undone legs spread slightly, hand cupping the
exposed super sensitive engorged tip moving slowly, circular,
rhythmically, visioning a naked beautiful body, rushing
noises filling my ears in coordinated waves quickened
in time with my heartbeat and reaching a pulsating crescendo
. Yes, Oh God, shudder as the first jet of warm liquid reaches
the pillow beside my head, the next warm pulse lands on my
chin, more somewhere else on my chest, I presume, without
a care lost in the solitude of the moment. Months of MSB released
in one gigantic show. Gradually the pulsations ease to
a few seconds apart but I keep the finger pressure behind
the tip enjoying the last few random dry throbs of my spent
vas deferens. I raise my head slightly and look to confirm
where I know most of the seed has landed as my ever practical
accountant training returns me to reality and I remember
I need to clean and dry this shirt in less than 15 minutes
before the client dinner.
Lifting my eyes a few degrees higher, shock horror, my employee
standing in the doorway to the adjoining room I assumed
was locked, smiling that smug smile that saysyoure
busted mate. The neat business suit with knee length skirt
giving nothing away of the vision I assume lives beneath
and which moments before had fuelled my energy burst.
Five years, three times per year, this same uneventful
car journey to see clients overnight three hours from home.
Dont screw the crew. A message from a wise old man. Faithfully
I have kept this adage. Wives and husbands trust us after
all.
For some reason today was different. Or was it. Suppressed
feelings. Good employees are too hard to replace. Dont
screw the crew. Anyway, 14 years is a big difference in
age. She 33. Me 47. Were chartered accountants for christ
sakes! This is not a salesmans junket conference.
Our eyes meet for a long time. She winks ever so slightly.
You too huh! .youve got 15 minutes to get that mess cleaned
up..Later alligator Door closes; shes gone.
Dinner was long and tedious! But they pay the bills dont
they. My mind wandering, I dont offer the right grunt to
my clients ramblings. Uh huh, instead of Uggghh. Goes
largely unnoticed thankfully. Knees touch and linger
for more than a few seconds or did they? Elbows brush deliberately,
perhaps? Eyes meet and hold a fraction too long, definitely.
At last a yawn from the other side. Big day tomorrow. 8;30
at the office, hows that? Make it 9:30. I need to work out.
Ok Cya. At last!
The beauty of small towns is the cab rides are short.
Back in the safety of my room. Separate entrances Nothing
said except a hesitant Good nightSleep well..but the
adjoining door remains unlocked.
An eternity passes. Its totally dark now. Dont screw
the crew Perhaps I will wake up and find this all a dream.
Given up, need to sleep. But not all of me wants that as my
hand wanders to that familiar warm place.
Quietly the covers draw on the other side noiselessly and
I sense a warmth that wasnt there before. A small hand replaces
mine with feather touch, timid yet confident and experienced.
A leg drapes subtly over mine and I run my hand on soft skin
from rear mid thigh to mid back and then back of neck .. no
obstructions.
A Whisper I want to fuck your brains out!
I know I am in heaven. Oh God forgive me for my sins.
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