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Work Trip
Work Trip
The weather was awful. If you’ve ever been to Detroit in February you’ll know what I mean. Every day I had to dig the hire car out of it’s parking bay and trawl through 15 minutes of slushy traffic to and from the office. As an Englishman, this was the worst; weather that was actually worth complaining about.

The highlight of my trip was the expense account meals and the hotel gym and pool. I’d hit the gym after work, working my chest and legs, then go for a dip in the pool.

A couple of evenings another guest was there at the same time as me. Cheryl was a little older than I was (at that time), but not by much. She mainly worked out on the bike or the cross-trainer, and either way I had plenty of opportunity to watch her tight, round bottom gyrating in the black confines of the slightly see-thru yoga pants.

She had her long, dark hair tied back, and wore a loose fitting tee-short over a skimpy lycra band around her very small boobs.

We got to talking and found that we had a lot in common; both on boring business trips and stranded from our usual friends and family. As we chatted, we started to head to our rooms. So engrossed in the conversation that I nearly walked into the door to her hotel room.

“This is me.” she said, pointing at the door.

“Oh!” I said, and as I stepped to leave I added “Thought you might like a hand in the shower.” and grinned.

She laughed, then smiled, then bit her lower lip and opened the door. She looked up and down the corridor, then went inside. She left the door open.

I followed her inside, closing the door behind me and dropping my sweat stained towel to the floor. She looked at me, face flushed from more than exercise, and pulled her tee short off in one smooth movement. She flicked off her trainers and padded into the ensuite.

The shower sprang to life, and her boob-band came out onto the floor. Then her leggings. Then the tiny scrap of fabric that acted as her panties.

I pulled off my shirt, dropped my jogging shorts and hurried out of my trainers and socks, then followed her into the ensuite.

She was in the shower, the hot, steaming water running down her lithe body. Her hair was unbound now, plastered canlı kaçak iddaa to her back by the water, which fell in rivulets across her pale skin. Her breasts were very small, probably not even an A-cup, but her nipples were large and bulbous and standing to smart attention.

I stared at the glistening, pale body with it’s tight abs and round yet firm butt. She turned, water dripping from the mass of black hair at her crotch. She poured soap across her chest and started to massage it into her skin, rubbing her nipples, pinching them. Pulling them. Suds ran down her body making a white froth on her springy pubic hair.

She looked me in the eye, then her eyes roved down my hard, exercise pumped body. Her gaze fell to my cock, now hard and pointing out in front, the foreskin starting to stretch across the purple helmet beneath.

“My husband is circumcised.” she said. “I’ve never seen one that isn’t”

I smiled and stepped into the tub behind her. I moved close, reaching my arms around her and helping to rub the soap around her breasts and belly. My cock pressed against her buttocks, sliding up and down between the crease. She leaned back into me, her hands reaching behind to stroke my thighs as I kissed her neck and ran my hands down between her legs.

I could feel the damp pubic hair, and the top of her secret cleft. It was slick with more than soap. I ran a finger down the crease, opening the lips and flicking a finger back and forth across her clit. Then delved deeper until they found the inviting warmth of her opening cunt.

She parted her legs slightly, and I shifted so that my cock ran between her thighs, the upper surface brushing the protruding lips of her pussy; pushing into the soft wet gash above.

She grasped one of my wrists and drew the hand from her breast to her mouth; sucking the fingers one by one. She turned, and brushed her hands across my chest, feeling my nipples rise to her palms’ caress. She moved in close, her mouth closing over one of my tiny nipples as her hands moved to grasp my engorged shaft. She wanked it gently with both hands, sliding the foreskin back and forth most wonderfully.

Slowly, she knelt in front of me in perabet the running, steaming water. Her hands, still gripped around my cock, pushed the foreskin back and her tongue darted out; licking the tip, before diving in and closing her mouth around my throbbing tool.

She sucked hard, wanking with her hand, her (now) free hand drifting down between her own legs.

Just when I thought I could hold on no longer, she stopped. Standing up, she turned her back to me again, and leaned forward, feet spread as far apart as she could manage in the slippery tub.

I needed no further invitation. I moved forward, opening her pussy with one hand, and guiding my rigid cock into her sopping hole with the other. It felt like heaven as I started to slowly slide my cock in and out of her slick snatch. She was pulsing the muscles in her vagina in time with my thrusts, and I couldn’t help but get faster and faster.

Just as I was about to cum she moved forward, my cock plopping out of her amazing pussy. She turned, and gripped the shaft, wanking it hard until my cum started to spurt out onto her belly, legs and hands.

Rinsing the cum from both of us, she took me by the hand and guided me back into the bedroom. We towelled each other off and lay on the white linen of the newly made bed. We cuddled for a little. I stroking her naked shoulders and her running her hand over my hard chest and chiselled abs (it was a while ago — OK!!). She moved her hand lower, gently rubbing my wilted cock, bringing new life to the old fella. She started gripping it more firmly, and it was soon standing rigid again.

She smiled, then swung her self over my body. She rubbed her still dripping slit along the length of my shaft, then, in a well practiced move, impaled herself once more on my hard cock.

She sunk down to the lowest that she could go. I could feel her wet pussy against the base of my cock, her hot bottom caressing my balls. The she leaned forward and started to rock back and forth. Gently at first, then faster and faster. Her breath was coming in ragged gasps and her motion became more erratic, less rhythmic. I grabbed her hips, shuffled my position a little and started perabet güvenilir mi pounding my cock hard and fast into her willing cunt.

Her phone rang.

I stopped still and she sank down onto my cock once more.

She answered the phone!!

“Hi, darling.” she said, and silenced me, pointing to her wedding ring then the phone. She talked about her k**s and her flights all the while rocking gently back and forth on my cock. The she said “Well, I’m fucking this English guy at the minute.”

My mouth dropped open. “No,” she said “I don’t know his name.” she gasped a little as the motion got faster and her voice became more breathy.

“I’m on top of him right now,” she gasped. “Riding his hard cock.” her breathing was getting harder, deeper. “His cock feels so good in my tight, wet pussy.”

“You want me to what?” she said. “You want me to make him cum inside me?” By this point I wasn’t in need of much encouragement, but she started bouncing on my cock in any case.

I groaned as another load of semen shot from my cock, deep inside Cheryl’s pulsing cunt. “Mmmmm.” she said. “He’s cumming in me right now.” she gasped a little (perhaps a little too theatrically, but I’m not complaining). “I can feel his hot cum dripping out of my pussy.”

“What was that, dear?” and she held the phone out towards me.

All I could hear was a man’s voice groaning. Then, muffled through the phone, he said “I’ve just shot a huge load in your little white panties.” then some gasps. “They are full of my cum, lover.” the man’s voice murmured.

She pulled off me, moving down my body, phone still in her hand. “You want me to what, now?” and she enclosed her mouth noisily around my still rigid member. She slurped loudly on my cock all the time holding the phone so that her husband could hear.

Although I had just cum, my cock hadn’t gone soft yet, and now it started to stiffen again. The sensation was almost unbearable, since I was now so sensitive from unloading twice in short space of time. Crazily, I felt my cock twitching and more semen, though not much, pulsed into her eager mouth.

“He’s just cum into my mouth!!” she said.

There was a corresponding groan from the phone. Then the man’s voice said. “Love ya, honey.” gasped. “Same time tomorrow?”

“Sure thing, darling.” she said, and hung up.

I lay panting as she looked down on me. “He thinks it’s a fantasy phone fuck.” and smiled broadly as she curled up with me once more.

We fell asleep like that.

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