Standard disclaimer: This story contains adult language and explicit sexual situations and is NOT intended for minors. If you are a minor or offended by material of a sexual nature, do not continue reading.
Copywrite 2001 by Frank
It was what optimists called a “crisp” morning, still below zero and cold enough to freeze bones. The wind was biting and brought a tear to the eye. The difference between the air conditioned train and the frozen waste of a platform had taken my breath away.
I was still early for meeting, I always allowed time enough to cope with a major disaster and still arrive on time. But this morning was not one for a walk in the park. I needed to warm up. I walked towards the conference centre and found one of those trendy coffee shops, “Costa Packet” or something, just up the road. Trouble was, half of London had apparently had the same idea, it was packed. The turnover was brisk though and it wasn’t too long before I was clutching a mug of steaming coffee and found one of those “stand up” places to begin the process of thawing out.
I didn't see you walk in. The first time I noticed you was when you took the vacant standing space next to me. You were trying to cope with a mug, spoon, sugar, gloves and briefcase and were in danger of dropping any combination of two. I took the coffee out of your hand and put it down.
“Oh thanks very much,” you said, stuffing your gloves into your coat pocket and putting your hat on top of your briefcase on the floor.
“Cold enough to freeze the …” I stopped.
“Balls off a brass monkey - yes,” you continued. Well at least the ice was broken - almost literally.
“Don’t know why I brought the wretched briefcase really, habit I suppose. It’s only got the agenda for a conference I’m going to inside.”
“Well there’s a coincidence of sorts,” I said. “I’m at a conference just up the road today as well. Yours isn’t at Pinners Hall by any chance is it?”
It was, of course. A conference on new legislation in the field of Human Resources. Dull, dull, dull but we (along with about 180 others) had been selected to attend a series of three one-day conferences. You had travelled from Bristol. I had come down from Birmingham.
We had a number of things in common and chatted quite freely until you looked at your watch and said, “Shit, it’s five to ten! We’ll be late!” We gathered your things and shot off down the road, taking our seats at the back of the room as the Chairman was doing his “domestic arrangements” bit. Fortunately, others arrived later than us so we didn’t feel too bad.
The day ground by and we were first out of the door at 4.00 pm. We nipped to the pub over the road for a quick drink before going back to our respective stations. “You here next week again?” I asked hopefully.
“Yes,” you said. “It’s not so bad if you’re not stuck on your own. Glad I met you this morning.”
“Mm, how true,” I thought. You were around 5’7” with a body to drool over. Unfortunately, the weather had caused you to wear a long skirt, but I guessed your legs would be stunning underneath. I was drifting and realized the conversation had stopped and I was slowly taking in all your “best features”. Worse, you had caught me doing it!
You never said anything though - although I did wonder if that was a smile I spotted on your delicious lips when I looked up. We continued to chat for a while and then I escorted you back to your tube station before taking the walk back to Euston.
“See you next week,” you said.
“You bet!” I thought.
Thought a lot about you that week. Mentally started to disrobe you, imagining whether you were a “hi-leg” or “thong” person. White bra I guess, probably lace, hopefully slightly transparent. A thunderous, “Are you with us today?!” brought me out of my daydream and back to reality.
The following Tuesday came eventually. It was a lot milder and a weak sun was out. I arrived even earlier than normal and hovered around the entrance to the coffee bar. I had barely waited 10 minutes when you arrived - you had decided to come earlier too. The thought ,“I bet you could make me come early too,” flitted through my mind. We greeted each other like old friends and you gave me a peck on the cheek. I put my hands on your arms as you did so and held you just slightly longer than absolutely necessary.
We went in for coffee. We agreed that the only dark cloud was the prospect of another day on Human Resources. I tentatively suggested having something to eat after the meeting before taking our trains back home. You seemed unsure and I wondered if I had blown it. But we carried on chatting, endured the meeting and went to the same pub for a drink to recover. I decided not to broach the subject of dinner again. We would meet again next week anyway for the final session, so I could always raise it then.
When we got to the tube station you said ,“About that dinner. Look I’d love to but I just can’t today,” then you brought your head forward and kissed me full on the lips. And just like I had that morning, you held the position slightly longer than necessary. I began to respond to you but you broke away and said, “Look any chance you could stay over next week? We needn’t rush then.”
“What a great idea,” I said, and took your face in my hands and planted a kiss on your lips this time. “Look forward to it.”
The week really dragged by this time. I made suitable excuses and booked a day’s holiday for the Wednesday. Finally ,Tuesday came and I was on the train with a change of clothing in a briefcase. “What if she doesn’t turn up?” I suddenly thought ,and felt slightly on edge for the rest of the journey.
But of course, you did turn up, also clutching a briefcase. We greeted each other with a kiss and for the first time you parted your lips and our tongues met each other. God, you tasted good, but we were in public, outside a coffee bar, so had to remain reasonably discrete. As we went in, it occurred to me that that kiss was confirmation that it wasn’t just dinner on the menu tonight.
The seminar was dreadfully dull, but we sat close enough to hold hands without being seen and neither of us paid much attention to what was being said. Thankfully, there was no examination to pass at the end. We must have checked our watches a hundred times that morning but the time didn’t pass any more quickly. By lunchtime, I was desperate to find somewhere quiet to kiss you again just to get me through the afternoon.
You clearly had the same need and then said, “Would we be missed if we didn’t go back in?”
I said, “It must have been something you ate on the train coming up and I had to make sure you got back to the station okay.” The story was flimsy but no one could prove it wasn’t true ,so we casually wandered out of a side door and into the street.
We turned the corner out of sight and I turned your face to me so I could kiss you at last. A long, passionate kiss returned in full. I held you close and felt your breasts against my chest. Your crotch was pressed against mine and my growing erection kept nudging you.
“Hotel?” I inquired.
“Oh yes please,” you replied.
We decided that mine was closer and booked in. “Double or twin beds?” inquired the receptionist as Mr and Mrs Smith of Walthamstow went into the register.
“Double please,” you said and winked at me, groping my arse briefly.
“Need any help with the lug…..” the sentence tailed off as she noticed we were only carrying briefcases! “Hope you enjoy your stay.” She knew precisely what was going to occur in room 237!
As the door closed we both dropped our briefcases and enjoyed the sensation of a passionate kiss in total privacy. Your hands reach up under my jacket and slid it off over my arms. It fell to the floor and yours joined it moments later. Your tongue was probing deep. You seemed possessed with lust, and I could hardly believe my luck.
I reached round for your arse and moved you gently round so that your back was against the wall. I broke our kiss and moved to your neck, then your ear lobes, then your neck again. You squirmed with pleasure as I moved down to kiss your breasts through your top then down to your belly. I was now on my knees approaching my goal. I lifted your skirt and kissed your cunt through your knickers. You were wet already and I could get a tantalizing taste of things to come. You grabbed my head and pulled me closer to you, gasping with the pleasure you felt.
I slowly kissed my way back up your lovely body and started to undo the buttons on your top. It slid off and revealed your wonderful tits, nipples erect, sticking out through your lacy bra. I unhooked it and they came free. They felt so good in my hands, my thumbs moving gently over your nipples. I took one in my mouth and sucked fiercely then gently, licking every succulent inch of flesh. You had your eyes closed and your head back slightly, saying, “Ah that feels soooo good, so good.”
I undid the fastening to your skirt and it fell to the floor. As I had already discovered, you were wearing stockings and I moved to kiss the bare flesh at the top of your thighs. You started rubbing and pinching your nipples yourself as I again kissed you through your panties. Your back arched and you opened your legs slightly to give me easier access. I put a finger through the gusset and pulled them aside. Your shaven pussy was begging for attention and boy did I give it some! Your juices were flooding out now and tasted oh so good. I inserted a finger into you and tried to find that magic spot inside as I sucked and licked your engorged clit. You were breathing heavily now, little whimpers started to be heard and your legs began to stiffen. “Yes. Oh yes. Don’t stop...oh please don’t stop. Yes! Yes! AH YES!”
As your orgasm subsided, you said, “Oh it’s been such a long time since I’ve had that done to me. Now fuck me please." You made for the bed and knelt on all fours. The sight of you moving, wearing just shoes and stockings, was almost too much to bear. I removed my clothes as quickly as I could, buttons popping off in all directions, but you could hardly wait. You came up on your knees and your hand went down between your legs, fucking yourself with your fingers.
“Hurry up” you pleaded, but I was entranced by the sight before me. You noticed, smiled and said, “I’ve had good practise at this lately!” Your fingers started to go faster and faster and your other hand began rubbing your clit. Without realizing, I began wanking myself and as you peaked again I shot a load of cum onto your legs.
You put some on your fingers and tasted it. “Mmm but now I do want to be fucked - and hard!”
I was there to obey and noticed with pleasure that my hard-on had not disappeared despite the wank I had just had. You were such a turn-on that I wondered if it would ever go down! I pushed you back onto all fours and pulled you back slightly so that I could enter you while standing up at the end of the bed. Had you said “hard”? I grabbed your hips and made sure that my prick was at the right opening….then thrust into you as hard as I could, pulling your hips back towards me to ensure maximum penetration. I felt my pubic bone crash against your arse and you gasped as if in pain…but I knew it was pleasure. I stayed in deep for a few moments, my eyes closed, just taking in my personal wave of pleasure. Then slowly back until I was in danger of falling out…then hard into your cunt again...then slowly back...then hard in again.
You looked back at me with an animal lust in your eyes urging me on, a sight I will never forget. The old rhythm started and I knew that I could not last too much longer. I grimaced trying to stop the overwhelming urge to come that was beginning to take control of my body. I wanted this to last!
You must have sensed that I was close and began to massage your clit again, moaning quite loudly now as your own release approached once more. I could feel your fingers touching my prick as I frantically tried to bring you to an orgasm before I erupted. I couldn’t take any more of this now and shouted, “Fuck I’m going to come!” I shot a load into you, the spasms sent wave after wave of sublime feelings through me and I was just conscious of you shuddering as yet another orgasm ripped through you.
This time my cock did subside and we lay on top of the bed recovering from what had been a frantic experience for both of us. We fucked twice more that afternoon, once in the shower and once in the conventional missionary position, our mouths clamped to each other. You rejuvenated me on both occasions with an expert blow job!
We reluctantly had to give in to the hunger for food in the evening and enjoyed a great Italian meal. The thought, “If only these people knew what we have been doing,” occurred to us both and we enjoyed that delicious “naughty” feeling that illicit sex brings.
We are still in touch and our liaisons continue as often as we can arrange them. The sex is always great……just like you.
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