Hendersen sat in the chair and watched her undress. They had had a nice dinner in the rejuvenated downtown area. Steaks came big in Kansas City. Too big for both of them, in fact, but the wine had been excellent – the wine and the evening.

She didn’t speak as she undressed. He didn’t speak as he watched. They had talked enough. More wasn’t necessary.

He was naked sitting in the chair. She had watched him undress first. His cock was hard, throbbing, needful, so he stroked it slowly as he watched her. To be precise, it wasn’t clear who was doing what for whom. She undressed and he watched, but she watched his hand move over his cock all the while. She watched the drop of precum at the tip grow bigger. She watched the head of his cock swell even larger, grow even redder, more crimson. She watched his scrotum grow taut as the skin was taken by his cock.

When she was naked, she stood in front of him and used both hands to slowly undo her hair. Her breasts were full and luscious with each nipple already hard and pointed. Her trimmed pubic hair seemed to point down to her shaved pussy, the same shaved pussy he had licked as she leaned over the conference room table just hours before, the same pussy he had touched in the restaurant, the same pussy that had wet his fingers in the car as he drove them to the hotel.

She knelt in front of him as he spread his knees to give her room. His hand was still moving slowly over the length of his cock, caressing himself, readying himself for her, showing himself to her, teasing her. Their eyes were locked as they each anticipated what was to come without knowing any details of what would happen. Whatever would come they both would welcome it, embrace it, and savor it as best they could.

She leaned into him to kiss him. He leaned forward to make it easier. Their lips touched softly and their tongues embraced. His hand was still on his cock. He could feel her breasts pressed against him there, touching his hand and his cock at the same time.

With that touch, it was as if they both knew what was to come. She broke the kiss and leaned back, still holding his eyes. She licked her fingers slowly and wiped the wetness between her breasts. She licked her fingers again wetting herself more. He understood, so he waited. When she leaned forward, he scooted down in the chair until she took his cock between her breasts. Her hands held her breasts from the sides. It was her breasts that held his cock. Her fingertips touched each of her nipples as she looked down at this cock and watched it move between her breasts. He moved his hips with each of her strokes. They were fucking each other in rhythm. The head of his cock moved up and down, his balls pressed into her skin beneath her breasts. Her nipples grew even harder under her fingers.

She leaned back and released him, still holding her breasts, cupping them then. He held his cock for her as she used his nipple to play over the underside of his head. Each nipple smoothed out drops of precum; each nipple kissed him. As she knelt there, leaning back on her heels, she pressed her breasts together and let her nipples touch each other, each wet with his juice, each hard and pointed. She cupped each breast from underneath and held them up to lick. Her tongue reached them and circled them, flicked over them, all the while holding his eyes with hers, watching him watch her.

Then she took his cock again between her breasts and fucked him as before.

“I want to watch you cum,” was all she said.

He smiled and nodded, knowing it was okay, knowing it wouldn’t take long. His cock moved easily through the wet valley.

“Soon,” he told her, feeling it coming.

She released him and leaned back on her heels.

“Show me,” she said.

He took his cock and began to stroke it for her. Faster. Longer strokes. His forefinger moving over the underside of the head. His cum built inside him but he held back wanting to build pressure. The pressure built until he couldn’t hold it. His hand looked as if it was pumping his cum from his cock, pushing the white splatters upward with each stroke of his hand, pushing them upward to land on his stomach and abdomen.

Her eyes followed each one, each splatter, each hot, white pool.

His hand milked the last drop of cum from his cock, letting it drool down the side, over his fingers, into his pubic hair.

When he was finished, she leaned in and began to lick away his cum. The tip of her tongue moved through the wetness, her eyes holding his, watching him watch her tongue play in his cum.

He caught his breath as she finished capturing most of his cum. Her lips were shiny and wet when he kissed her. His taste was on her tongue as she pushed her tongue deep in his mouth.

“Ready for a shower?” she whispered, smiling beside his ear.

“Can you carry me into the bathroom?” he asked.

She just chuckled and got up from the floor. She turned, bent at the waist, and looked at him from between her legs. Her ass was close; her pussy glistening. Then she stood straight and walked to the bathroom.

When he heard the water running in the shower, he got up to join her.

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