The Business Meeting part 1 - Sex Stories

The Business Meeting part 1

When she walked in, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I’d asked her to dress for a business meeting but I had no idea how hot she could look in “business dress”. She had a shaped, short black jacket over a white blouse that clung to her fantastic breasts. The thin trace of her bra could be seen through it, along with the sight of two firm nipples. A 36 I would have guessed. She looked somewhere in her forties, with laughing eyes and deeply red lips. Just those lips would have got me hard alone, but the rest of her body certainly took care of it. She had fantastic, long, shapely legs in a tight black pencil skirt. It was tight enough to see the outline of her suspenders, and I caught a glimpse of her stocking top through the slit that seemed to reach up to her waist. Yeah, my cock was pretty hard before we even said “Hello”. She took a stool at the hotel bar. “Hello.” Her eyes were alight with laughter, knowing the game she was playing with me. We’d chatted on Xhamster a lot, about a lot, and explored our sexual fantasies, but on her profile it had been quite clear: “I DO NOT meet, guys, so don’t even think about asking.” Well I hadn’t asked. She had asked me. “I like to be sure of a man before we go to the next stage,” she’d written. And this was the next stage: a meeting in a public place, with the rules simple. Either of us could walk away at any point. But it was quite clear that neither of us wanted to go anywhere – except the bedroom. How long could we drag out this drink ...

... and conversational charade of “getting to know each other.” We had done that on chat. We knew each other’s likes, dislike and sexual fantasies. And now we had confirmed that final piece – did we click when we met? We did. I can’t remember what we talked about. She was polite enough not to gulp down her martini too fast. When she did, I was polite enough to ask if she’d like another. “Oh no,” she replied, glancing at her watch. “I think we’d better get going.” I finished my whisky as nonchalantly as I could, and followed her out, along with the eyes of half the men in the room. The way she moved was a crime. We kept in our business personas all the way to the lift. It was unoccupied, and the result was inevitable. As soon as I had pressed the button and turned, her lips were on mine. I pushed her back until she was pressed against the wall of the lift. I was solid hard and she felt it through my trousers as I pushed my body against her. My hands were already working their way inside her blouse when the lift bell sounded. I don’t know if the elderly couple coming into the lift noticed my untucked shirt and bulging trousers, or her dishevelled hair, and the nipples bursting out of her blouse. We didn’t stop to find out. After the usual business of finding that an electronic hotel key never works first time, we made it into the room and again I pressed her up against the wall, but this time with no chance of interruption. We kissed deeply our hands all over each other, my cock ...