Sara has been working with me for about 6 months for now. Our jobs are remote, but it does require some travel to the HQ occasionally so we’ve met in person a few times already. We work with a large team, but the two of us definitely work closest with each other. We’ve shared many hours on zoom together and have gotten fairly close to each other.
Each time we travel to HQ we make a point of getting drinks and dinners as a group. It’s always a good time. We’ve shared some “looks” and “moments” across the dinner tables, but never acted on it. After all, we don’t want things to get awkward between the two of us. I want to make sure we don’t jeopardize our jobs and dynamics to be productive as a team. But the sexual tension has been growing noticeably over time.
Another work trip back to HQ and I get in late Monday night at the hotel and see a text message from Sara.
\[Sara\] “How was your flight? Did you get in the hotel ok?”
\[Me\] “Yeah, long flight but not too bad. Just getting settled into the room! How about you?”
\[Sara\] “I got in a couple hours ago. Are you at our usually hotel? I’m on the seven floor”(It’s not unusual for us to stay in the same hotel and car pool to the office together)
\[Me\] “Really? I’m on the same floor as well! 704”
\[Sara\] “Ooh. Now I know where you are 😛😘”(Ok, a little teasing. But I try to carefully walk the thin line and not be a creep)
\[Me\] “Well I’ll count on you to come save me if there’s an emergency. Just like you always do”
\[Sara\] “Tbh I think it’s usually the other way around”(It’s true)\[Sara\] “I actually have something to give you. Can I stop by your room real quick? Hope it’s not too late or weird”
I hear a knock on the door in a couple minutes. I open the door and there she is.
Sara is in her early 30’s. She stands 5 ft 6ish tall. Long and slender body. She’s all legs. Long, flowy and wavy brown hair that falls below her shoulders. And it perfectly frames her cute, slightly mousy face. Smooth and tan olive oil skin. Just absolutely beautiful.
She dressed more casually than I’ve seen her before. Oversized t-shirt and leggings.She steps in and we hug tightly. (Not unusual for us to hug in a friendly way) Maybe this hug was a little tighter and lingered on a little longer. I can’t help to notice that she’s not wearing a bra underneath and her soft breasts feel amazing against my chest.
Sara says, handing me a small gift box, “I know it’s your birthday coming up next month and I wasn’t sure I would see you, so I wanted to give you your present now. I also didn’t want to give it to you in front of other people and they think I’m sucking up to the boss, you know?”
Ooh, a couple Nike workout shirts. I like them! She’s knows I go to the gym 4-5 times a week. As someone in his mid 30’s, I know I need to put in the extra work to stay in shape.
“C’mon, try them on! I want to make sure I got the right size for you
”She’s sitting on the middle of the bed now and I’m standing just a few feet away by the desk.“Ok\~ close your eyes. I don’t give shows for free”
She playfully covers her eyes with her fingers apart giggling.I playfully take off my shirt and give her a little show. She hollers playfully and enthusiastically saying, “Oh yeah baby! That’s what I came here to see!”
I’m modeling the new shirts for her and we’re both having fun. “This show is a little one sided, don’t you think?”
Sara gives me that look again. *Oh god. That look can melt any men in history.*
She pulls off her shirt over her head. Throws me the shirt and say, “Ok, now we’re even”
She’s leaning back on the bed with her perky breasts exposed. They look so perfect under the dim hotel lighting. Her olive oil skin and puffy nipped. Not too small, just perfect. Like two ice cream cones that I just want to put in my mouth.
Silence.
We just kinda stare at each other in silence.“
We, uh, need to be… I don’t want to make it weird, you know” I know. What the hell is wrong with me.
She doesn’t say a word. She’s slowly pulling down her leggings and her panties together. She’s completely naked now. Her legs apart. Her immaculate puffy lips are shaved and glistening in the dim light. Her hand moves down and she’s slowly touching herself.
“You stay there and I’ll stay here. We’re good as long as there’s no sexual contact, right?”, she says. She’s already starting to breath a little heavy.
*I don’t think that’s how it works... This is still bad.*
But I’m not really thinking at this point. My brain is severely lacking blood flow.
I strip down as well and sit on the loveseat that’s directly in front of the bed. We are sitting on the opposite side of the hotel room. Facing each other. Our legs apart.
I’m slowly stroking myself and I have the most beautiful view that I’ve ever seen. Her eyes are locked on my cock. She lightly bites her lips.
We’re both breathing heavy and touching ourselves. Our rhythm is now in sync.“
I want to see you bent over in front of me”, I say. I barely get the words out.
She crawls over to the foot of the bed. Turns around and bends over right in front of me. Her face is down on the bed. Her legs are bent and slightly apart with her hand still touching herself. The view of her smooth pink hole and just below that her pink puffy lips, just a couple feet in front of my face. I can smell her juices and I’m starting to go over the edge.
Both of our strokes and breathing speeds up. “Cum all over me baby!”, Sara yells. A little muffled with her face still down in the bed.I take a few steps forward and shoot my load all over her ass and it’s more than I’ve ever cummed in my life.“Oh god!” We both exclaim!
My cum is now slowly dripping down to her pussy. I take my tip and slowly rub it up and down her asshole and pussy. I slightly put a little pressure on her pussy but I don’t enter her completely.
*No touching, remember?*
She makes a big moan and collapses on the bed. God, her back side is so beautiful.She looks back with a satisfied smirk. “See? It’s not weird at all!”
I don’t know what to say at this point. Loss for words. But I knew this was just the beginning.