"Travel Quickie"  (MF cons)

It had been a hectic week, and just when we thought it was almost over
the home office changed our plans. Normally the logistics would have
been my job, but since I was on the road they locked me up revamping
the slides for a slightly different audience, getting copies made, and
getting the foils back in order from how Holly (our sales-gal) messed
them up the way she does every trip -- out of order, upside down,
backwards, you name it. 

I was so busy with that, I never even learned the name of the next
company we were visiting. It was unusual for us to be out of the
country, but luckily all of our passports were in order -- ramping up
retirement planning for the international market was big these days.
The tickets they handed me, bleary-eyed one morning, were for
somewhere obscure in -- could this be right? -- S______. What the
heck, I thought. It was an overnight flight, I tried to sleep most of
the way. We landed at 8:30 or so, were met by a van and a limo --
guess who got to ride in the van with the materials? -- and I dozed on
into some office building, not even sure what city I was in. 

As per usual, Holly and the suits -- our regional marketing directors,
international sector specialists, impressive bigwigs from the
investment group, whoever -- had started shmoozing the customers by
the time I dragged in with the boxes of presentation materials, so I
missed the introductions. But once I got the overheads settled and the
slide projector plugged in and focused I sat back at the table, pad at
the ready, poised to take notes. 

Now, even though the pitch was "customized" to this place, I'd heard
most of it all seven times so far this week, so my mind wandered. I
decided to look around the table, check out what we were up against
this time. Three gray-head suits, nodding politely at Holly's jokes
while their eyes followed every sway of her hips. They must be the
veeps -- the ones that pretend it's their decision. It's the same in
every country, I reflected.

They'd brought in one of their own tech monkeys -- some sort of Data
Processing manager, something. You could tell that was who he was
because once in a while the know-nothings would toss him some question
about compatibility or network support or something. He answered the
questions as simply as possible for their benefit, but for the most
part he kept quiet. His quiet smile showed that he seemed slightly
amused by the whole proceeding. From what I could tell in the darkened
room he had brown-ish hair and was muscular, somewhere in his late
30's. He was casual and relaxed where the suits were stuffed and
pompous. I liked him at once. 

During the meeting I caught his eye and he seemed to smile back; from
time to time during the pitch I felt his attention on me. In fact he
burst out laughing once when I rolled my eyes at some really stupid
remark of Holly's about wide-area connectivity and network
compatibility. (It seems no matter how many times the techs explain it
to her, she just can't get these arcane concepts into her pretty
little blonde head. On the other hand she's been the top-grossing
sales rep for the past three years, which must prove something...  the
value of silicone implants, perhaps? -- Now now, girls, let's not be
catty!)

My eye games with the guy in the corner continued on into the meeting.
When I caught him looking at me with his pen between his lips, I put
my own pen near my mouth and touched it with my tongue. He then tapped
the tip of his pen against his teeth; I pursed my lips and slid the
back of my felt-tip in and out of my mouth a few times.

It was very subtle; with most of the attention focused on the screen
or on Holly's chest, nobody was watching him or me. Still, I felt
pretty damn naughty when I stared across at him and ran my middle
finger across my lips... straining my tongue to follow it. He started
to squirm in his seat and turned his attention back to the figures on
the screen. 

At the end of the pitch Holly and our suits offered to take their grey
veeps out to lunch, but there had been some question about us leaving
a demo version of the app and some presentation materials behind for
them so they could show it around without us. As luck would have it,
Holly turned to me and said, "You wouldn't mind?"

"Sure, I'll stay through lunch and install it... If someone could just
help me get started and set up on a machine?" As I expected, they
turned to my pal from the corner. I don't know if he'd been expecting
or hoping to go to the lunch meeting; I hoped he wasn't too
disappointed to stay and help me. 

After the materials were stowed and the suits were gone to lunch we
chatted a second. It was all business... almost as if our hand games
hadn't happened. He led me to an office -- one of the veeps', I
presumed -- where we could get started on the install. 

He certainly knew his way around the PC, found just the directory he
wanted me to use, but I needed to check for spare connections, so had
to duck under the desk for a second to look at the back of the PC.
It's really hard to be demure doing that in a dress, but I found what
I needed and was getting up when I felt his fingertips brush the back
of my neck. So! He'd remembered our game after all! It gave me the
incentive I needed for my next step.

Rising to my feet I stepped to the door, shutting and locking it
firmly behind me. "I have a question," I smiled, my fingers on the
buttons at the neck of my dress, "about technical compatibility." 

His face turned red as I stepped toward him. I took his right hand and
placed it around my neck, where he began to twine his fingers in my
hair and stroke me gently. I lifted my face to his... when our lips
met my tongue brushed his teeth and coaxed his tongue out to meet me.

My dress was a self-lined red cotton knit (easy for travelling) that
buttoned all the way down the front, except for a contrasting belt
tied at the waist. His left hand was hopeless on the buttons, and he
started to pull the belt tighter, so, after brushing his now-bulging
crotch with the back of my knuckles I stepped back, finished with the
buttons and belt, and let the dress fall to the floor. 

Considering the warm weather I'd foregone panty hose, so stood before
him in my undies. I was wearing a translucent pink, front-closure
underwire bra, with bikini panties to match. My nipples, normally
visible through the transparent material, swelled prominently against
the fabric. He pulled the strap off my left shoulder, exposing my
breast, and began to tease the nipple with his tongue.

"Not yet," I ordered, though it was torture to pull away from his
mouth. "Take off your clothes."

I sank into the seat behind the desk, a high-backed swivel arm-chair,
and watched as he pulled off his clothes. As he stripped I admired his
trim stomach, tight little ass, and the dark floss around his swollen
member.

"Come here," I asked when he was finally naked.

His hard-on bounced gently and swayed from side to side as he made his
way around the desk. I stood, and with my fingertips on his chest I
forced him into the seat I'd been in. My fingers continued to twine in
his chest hairs while my lips began their long descent along the
length of his shaft.

His hands cupped my breasts, unhooking the front clasps and I shrugged
the bra onto the floor. Soon I'd pulled off the panties as well. The
swell of his cock in my mouth as I bobbed my head had me drenched and
ready. I stood, turned my back on him, and with one hand at the base
of his cock I lowered my sopping cunt onto him, inch by delicious
inch. With his hands on my hips, he pulled us all the way together. We
let out a long, contented sigh in unison. 

I leaned back against the length of his body, feeling his legs between
mine, while his hands began to explore my torso. One hand stroked my
breasts while the other burrowed in my pubic hair, teasing my clit and
fingering his own cock where it entered my pussy. 

I squirmed from side to side and rocked my hips up and down as he
nuzzled my neck. We began to build a rhythm and a momentum and his
cock was sliding in and out of me with the most gorgious wet slurping
sounds. His teeth found my earlobe and I could hear him whispering
softly, "Oh baby, yes, fuck me baby, do it..."

His insistent fingers on my nipples and clit had me ready to climax,
so I worked my hips even harder up and down that gorgeous hunk of
swollen cock. I shuddered with a gut-wrenching orgasm and that made
his cock fall out just as he began spasms of his own. He shot glorious
gobs of blood-hot cum jetting onto my belly where his hands rubbed it
into my skin, across my navel, and into my drenched pussy hairs. I
caught a few drops in my hand and brought it up to my lips where I
licked it down, then held it out for him; he licked each finger deep
into his mouth then returned to licking my neck. 

After a few moments of this blissful afterglow I slipped from his lap,
kissed his now-wilted penis, and collected my clothes and shoes from
around the room. While we were getting dressed it occurred to me that
I actually KNEW someone in S_____... in fact I couldn't wait to get
home and share this adventure with my friend P_____. It was almost a
pity that I never learned this guy's name. Perhaps he's even someone
you know!