Cross Atlantic Colleagues

I woke, or rather stopped sleeping as my brain struggled to understand where I was. The bed wasn't familiar and as I prised my eyes open nor was the light that was seeping round the curtains. I was alone, but then that was normal and my cock was hard which was also normal. Instinctively I felt for it and then remembered where I was, in a hotel for a company conference.

I'd arrived late the previous night, very late, and had grabbed some biscuits and peanuts from the mini-bar for dinner and fallen into bed. I'd been putting the finishing touches to a presentation at work, a presentation for someone I'd never met, our new Chief Executive Officer. She was American and came with a reputation as a ball-buster and I'd wanted it to be right. I'd checked and re-checked everything then hit the send button to despatch it to her Executive Assistant, a fancy title for some bimbo I thought ruefully. I bet she wasn't burning the midnight oil.

Then the traffic had been bad and I'd arrived much too late for dinner and couldn't be bothered to order room service so had gone straight to bed. I did feel refreshed though, I'd seen some people I knew carousing at the bar and had resisted the temptation to join them and now, hangover free, I was keen and ready to go. Well as keen as I could be for a company conference. I'd forgotten how many of these I'd been to, every one pretty much the same, workgroups, team building, speeches, interminable dinners and plenty of drinking.

It was two days away from the office though, Thursday and Friday so the weekend beckoned and did offer the opportunity to catch up with some old friends and colleagues and maybe, who knew, get lucky. I was single, my one attempt at marriage had been a total disaster and that had put me off for life. Now I was carefree and able to pick and choose who I took to my bed. Of course there were dry patches, the current one was now in its second month and my right hand was getting plenty of practice.

I realised I was actually stroking myself and debated whether to continue or to get up. Curiosity won, I'd not really seen what the hotel was like when I arrived in the dark and had closed my curtains without even peering out. I therefore postponed rather than cancelled my morning wank and rolled out of bed, naked as usual and made my way to the curtains.

They were heavy, reaching from floor to ceiling and I pulled them back, taking along the net behind them. I blinked in the bright light and my first impression was one of disappointment. It had been billed as a four star hotel with spectacular views and gardens, and all I could see was a standard office block type building with rows and rows of identical full length windows. It was L shaped and I was right in the inside corner, looking along the other leg. Yes, the grass was neatly cut and there were a few trees, but overall I could have been in one of the many chain hotels in any country of the world.

A light appeared in the first room of the other leg, not a main room light, but as though a door had been opened, and my attention was caught as a shape momentarily filled it. A shape that looked a bit like a yeti, tall and with a huge head. It approached the window and I saw it was in fact a woman with a towel wrapped round her hair and another one round her body.

It was clear it was a woman, because as she approached the window she let the towel loose and it fell away from her to reveal a rather attractive pair of breasts. I was somewhat of a connoisseur of breasts having studied many in great detail, and these had to rank in the top tier. Premier League in every way. They were that perfect size, large enough to be noticed but not too large so they sagged.

Next they sat pertly on her chest, there were two basic shapes I'd decided, tear drop and perky and these were definitely the second. Then her nipples, I had this thing about broad nipples, I found them a huge turn on, what I didn't really like were small pebbly ones. These fell between the two, they covered the ends of her breasts perfectly and looked especially chewable.

She was obviously doing the same as me, checking out the environs and was using the towel to dry herself at the same time, I saw her lift each breast and dry underneath it, then her hands dropped to her groin and run the towel between her legs. There before me was a clump of pubic hair, actually not so much a triangle, more of an oblong. My eyes were fixed on it then I realised her hands had stopped moving. I looked up to see her staring straight at me and my first instinct was to duck back, but she'd already seen me.

To my surprise she didn't look annoyed, she had a strange smile on her face and I could see her eyes travelling up and down my body, coming to rest at waist level. I looked down and there was my cock, still at full mast, but my hand was wrapped round it slowly stroking it up and down. I returned my gaze to her, just in time to see her drop the towel onto a chair and now fully naked, turn away from the window and disappear back into the darkness of the room. My last lingering sight was of a pert backside sashaying away.

I realised my hand was rubbing vigorously up and down my cock in full view of every man and his dog, and stepped back from the window until the backs of my knees hit the bed and I collapsed back onto it, still stroking furiously until I came, spectacularly powerful spurts of cum spraying all over my body. I lay there, my chest heaving until I had calmed down, my mind still reliving what I had seen. A little sheepishly I got up and crept back to the window but all was dark opposite and reluctantly I abandoned my observation post and headed for the shower.

I checked my e-mails when I came out and was relieved to see one from the CEO's Executive Assistant, Laura her name was, acknowledging receipt of the presentation. Probably only just looked at it I thought as I dressed ready for breakfast. It was good to catch up with some old friends and to be fair the food was excellent, much better than the views, well some of them. The conference started, a predictable welcome from the grandly titled Master of Ceremonies, then we broke into little groups and it all got even more samey.

I found my mind wandering to my early morning friend, who was she? She seemed to be on her own although to be fair she could have had three men still in her bed and I wouldn't have known. We'd taken over most of the hotel so perhaps she worked for us as well. I looked forward to seeing her again and perhaps taking things further, she looked as though she could be fun.

At coffee break I was standing in line awaiting my turn when an American voice came from beside me, "Hi Jack, I'm Laura, Patricia's EA." I turned to see an attractive woman of about my own age, pressing a business card into my hand. Automatically I took in the snugly fitting jumper encasing a nice pair of firm looking breasts, or perhaps just a well fitting bra, a slimline skirt below which protruded some shapely calves and some expensive looking high heels.

I hadn't got a clue who she was and stared rather blankly back wondering who Laura and Patricia were and what an EA was. Then it hit me, the new CEO's Executive Assistant! "Sorry," instinctively I apologised, "I was miles away."

"Patricia likes your presentation, but has one or two questions for you if you wouldn't mind. She's due to deliver it at four o'clock, so can you see her in her room, that's 525 at three so you can go through it with her. She's not due in until two so it can't be earlier, but please don't be late as it upsets the schedule." She pronounced it 'sked-ule' rather than 'shed-ule' which always rather irritated me but I smiled back at her and accepted, never had the saying 'two nations divided by a common language' been more true.

"Tell me," I asked a little narked at being chivvied, "What exactly does an EA do?"

"I run Patricia's life for her," I thought so, that confirmed my suspicions, a bimbo, a very attractive bimbo, but a bimbo nevertheless.

"And how does she take her coffee?" I asked rather facetiously.

"Black and strong, but that wasn't covered in the MBA syllabus at Harvard." She turned tail and stalked haughtily off as I looked down at the small piece of card in my hand "Laura Simmonds, SB, MBA (Harvard)"

Oh Shit!

"Laura," I called after her, "I'm sorry, that was crass and rude of me, I apologise, can I have a second chance to make your acquaintance?"

She appraised me up and down cooly, then smiled sweetly, "Of course Jack, and I thought it was just we Americans who were thought rude! But this is actually the third time we've come across each other." I looked blankly at her. "My room is just across the corner from yours, may I say you have a fine cock on you, it was a lovely sight to be greeted with. And what followed afterwards was equally pleasant."

She turned away again as I stood stunned, I could see the face again now clearly, but it wasn't her face that I was thinking about as my eyes followed her retreating form across the room.

There was no formal seating plan at lunch and I tried to finagle myself so I could sit with her, but didn't see her anywhere among the throng so I sat with my colleagues and we had our usual bitch and moan session about the conference, it needed livening up we all decided. "Perhaps someone should get up on the stage naked and do a dance or something?" There was general laughter all round but surprisingly no volunteers.

The first session after lunch was HR questions, and I really found myself tuning out, every awkward question was met with a bland recitation of policy and I started to imagine everyone up on stage was naked. It wasn't necessarily a pleasant image in some cases, but it did pass the time.

I crept out early and had my hand raised to knock on the door to room 525 dead on the dot of three. Before my knuckles could make contact however it opened and there was Laura. She greeted me with that smile of hers and it looked genuine enough, perhaps I'd been forgiven. "Excellent, bang on schedule." Again that grating pronunciation. "Patricia is just finishing up so she'll be with you in a second. Go on in." Apparently being on time didn't apply to the boss, but I'd learned my lesson about smart remarks and wisely kept quiet.

"Will you be sitting in on this?"

"No, not this time, you'll be on your own."

We shuffled past each other and the door closed behind me. It wasn't a room, it was a suite and I was in the living area part, a dining table with four chairs and a three piece suite. How the other half lived I thought as I peered out of the expansive windows at the manicured gardens and the rolling hills in the background.

"There you are, Jack isn't it. Grab a seat and we'll go through this." I turned to see a woman in her early fifties approaching me. Statuesque was probably the best way of describing her, she was dressed in a hotel dressing gown and with the hotel slippers on, she looked more like a suburban Mum putting the milk bottles out than a CEO, but then I'd been wrong before.

We sat down and she opened up a hard copy of my presentation. "Laura and I had a quick look at this when it came through last night, and now we've had a chance to go through it again I've got some questions for you." I looked at the first page, it was covered with scribbles, some bits were crossed out and there were some hand written additions.

She began to question me, it was like an oral exam and I found myself having to think long and hard about some of the answers. She had a razor sharp brain and I soon learned that waffle didn't cut it, but then one question completely stumped me.

"That's a very good question," I prevaricated.

"That's why I asked it," came the response.

At one point she reached out to pour herself a glass of water, I didn't get offered one I noticed, but what I did notice was that the front of her robe fell open and there in front of me was a very bare and quite large breast, the end covered with a broad dark nipple, My eyes flashed to it and for a second I thought she'd seen me, but she calmly covered herself up and continued as though nothing had happened.

Somehow I got through it all and she closed the last page over and I relaxed. "That was a fine piece of work at short notice and I appreciate your efforts. Now I've got one last requirement of you, I need you to fuck me."

"Fuck you?" I repeated, sure my hearing was defective.

"Yes, fuck me. I like to feel energised when I deliver a presentation like this and the best way is for me to have sex immediately before. You're not gay are you? Laura didn't think so, but your HR docket gives you as single." I confirmed I wasn't gay, "Good, let's go into the bedroom and get undressed."

Almost in a trance I followed her through the door into the bedroom and watched as she peeled off the dressing gown and turned to face me, naked. Her breasts were heavy, hanging down on her chest but as I'd glimpsed, her nipples had to be at least two inches across, probably more. To my surprise she was shaven between the legs, her meaty pussy lips hanging from her vulva. She had a few rolls round her waist but for her age she looked in quite good shape.

She settled herself down on the bed and opened her legs to reveal her pussy, broad, dark skinned outer lips and those meaty crinkled inner labia topped by a large protuberant clit. "Some ground rules, there's to be no mouth on mouth contact but you can kiss and lick my tits and cunt, in fact that probably the best place to get started, now come on, we don't have all day."

I began to strip off, placing my clothes on a chair and to my relief I found that my cock was standing proudly to attention. She looked at it, "Just as Laura said, now come here." I approached her and knelt on the bed as she reached out and took it in her hands, almost as if examining it, but then opened her mouth and took me inside, swirling her tongue round and round. It seemed only right to touch her and I fondled a breast, feeling the weight and the rubbery texture of her nipple before sliding my hand down between her legs.

Despite the size of her labia it felt much like every other pussy I'd played with and I slid my fingers along her slit, surprised that she was already a little wet. I teased her clit with the tips of my fingers and felt it harden, it had to be nearly half an inch long I thought, and as thick as my little finger. Momentarily abandoning it I traced back, parting her folds, running my fingers through the slickness until I found her vaginal opening and firmly eased first one finger then a second inside. She was very warm and quite tight inside and I began to ease my fingers in and out, ensuring my palm was pressing against that wonderful clit.

I heard a soft groan break out, "That's it, now use your tongue, lick my cunt with your tongue." Whilst that was certainly on the agenda I was determined to show I wasn't just a lackey and in any event I wanted to experience those nipples, so I positioned myself between her legs and bent my head to her chest. As I'd surmised they had a rubbery texture and were eminently suckable. I ran my tongue over them, pressing her breasts together so I could do both at once, I could feel the little bumps on the areola, rasping against my tongue, then the hardness of the nub in the centre which I nibbled and gnawed at with my lips.

I could feel her lower body pushing up against me, time for some further exploration, and began to slide downwards, my mouth planting butterfly kisses as I trailed my mouth over her abdomen. "Jeez, Jack, get on with it will you, just lick my cunt. Pleeeease." That was better and I latched my lips onto her clit and nibbled away, flicking at it with my tongue. Her reaction was so violent I thought she was cumming, her hips bucked and her hands came down and grabbed my head, forcing it hard against her, so much so that I was starting to have difficulty breathing.

I broke away and looked up at her, she was breathing hard and her eyes were closed and for a second a shaft of concern ran through me, but then they opened and I saw the look in them, she was begging me. With a grin I slipped my mouth from her clit, forcing my tongue into her folds, sliding it ever downwards. I'd never been with a woman of her age and her pussy tasted different, there was a tang of soap and the basic muskiness, but the surges of juice that began to course down her were not as tangy as I was used to.

But I had been raised never to look a gift horse in the mouth and a pussy was a pussy and I attacked my target with enthusiasm, and soon she was groaning and moaning as my tongue continued its assault on her most intimate area. Then without warning she began to buck and writhe and a flood of juice escaped her, and I could feel the clenching of her pussy.

Quickly I broke away and slithered back up her body, my cock found a soft spot and I pushed hard and I was inside her, penetrating deep into her tunnel as her lips stretched round me. A scream of Fuuuuck!" broke from her lips as I pumped as hard as I could into her still pulsing tunnel.

Suddenly she was still and I stopped, my cock just imperceptibly easing in and out of her as I felt her heart thumping in her chest. Gradually it calmed and I began to move again, each time increasing the range and tempo of my thrusts. "You haven't cum?" she asked, and for a second I thought she was concerned for me, but she continued, "I want to feel your cum in me, I want to feel it trickle out of me when I'm standing in front of that audience."

"How do you want it?" I asked.

"Doggy, do me doggy." she commanded.

I pulled out of her and with remarkable agility she spun over and was on all fours, her backside was actually quite impressive; it certainly wasn't small and there was plenty to grab hold of, her crease was completely hairless and I could see her pussy lips and arsehole glistening from her secretions. Just for a second I was tempted to ram my cock into her tight hole, but then she might take offence and sack me. What would go on my records as reason for dismissal I wondered idly?

Instead I lined myself up with her pussy and bracing my cock in my hand pushed it back inside her. It felt so different at that angle, there was more pressure all round it and I found the sight quite arousing. It seemed she was going to get my cum quite soon and I hoped it wouldn't mess up her 'sked-ule'.

I soon established a comfortable rhythm, my cock sliding easily in and out and my hands on her hips pulled her hard against me. She was also starting to push back and I could see her pendulous breasts below her swinging wildly in time with her body. Once more she was getting vocal, guttural noises escaping her throat and her head was slipping lower and lower until it was resting on the pillow, somewhat muffling the noises.

I could feel my orgasm rising inside me and judged that she was near too. I redoubled my efforts, really slamming into her and when I sensed her hand slip between her legs and rub hard at her clit I knew the time was nigh.

I felt it at the same time I heard it, a wailing from her mouth and a tightness in her pussy, I took a chance and wet my finger in my mouth, then pressed it against her arsehole and just as my orgasm exploded, spraying my cum into her pussy I shoved my finger in hard. It was as though an volcano had erupted, her whole body shook and juddered and she collapsed to lie flat on the bed. I followed her down, my cock still pumping into her, my body flat on her back as I thrust one last time into her and we lay still.

I could feel my cock slowly shrinking and slipping from her pussy and rolled away onto my back. Patricia followed me and for a minute we lay there. "Good job all round." she said finally, "If I need anything more Laura will reach out." I took that as my dismissal and rolled off the bed and dressed under her watchful eye. By the time I'd finished she had picked up a sheaf of papers from the bedside table and was reading them, so without a further word I left and returned to the conference where everyone was beginning to gather in anticipation of the new CEO's speech.

Laura was to one side and as I entered she approached me, "Everything OK?" she asked.

"Fine, I think she liked it." I answered ambiguously.

"I'm sure she did. I've saved you a seat at the front with me." We went and sat down as people began to filter in and take their seats. Then the MC came in with Patricia who sat down while he introduced her. She rose and went to stand behind the podium and as she did so her eyes met mine and she gave a slight nod. I considered that a mission successfully completed.

The speech went down very well, somehow she turned a bland statement of facts into a tremendous morale boosting call to arms and received a standing ovation at the end. Despite some unconventional methods I knew we had the right person at the helm.

There was time afterwards to return to my room and shower and relax a bit before dinner. I checked my e-mails and made a few calls then went downstairs for pre-dinner drinks. Patricia was already there with Laura in close attendance surrounded by the usual crowd anxious to ingratiate themselves with the new boss. I stood back from the crowd and was enjoying my gin and tonic when one of my colleagues from earlier came up to me.

"Well that certainly livened things up a bit," he remarked, "and she didn't even have to get naked. I wonder what she looks like under all those clothes."

"I wouldn't care to hazard a guess," I replied recalling that magnificent moment when I pushed my finger into her arse and all hell broke loose.

"Mind you, I wouldn't mind giving her PA one." He nodded towards Laura.

"She's actually got an MBA from Harvard," I found myself defending her. And a superb pair of tits, I didn't add.

Dinner was a sedate affair, there were no more rah-rah speeches, in fact no more speeches of any sort, and I sat back and enjoyed the food and the company, we were arranged by subsidiary office and I was with my colleagues, people I'd known for years and by and large got on with. Patricia was on the top table with the other dignitaries and Laura was on a table near, but frustratingly with her back to me. She'd got a slinky dress on, calf length but it seemed to have a slit up the side with some sort of overlap that didn't make it obvious but I'd got one or two glimpses of leg that confirmed my earlier opinion of some nice legs.

After dinner I indulged in one of my favourite hobbies, people watching. There were those whose sole ambition seemed to pour as much free booze down themselves as possible, those who were always on the look out for someone more influential to suck up to, and the vast majority who just wanted to enjoy themselves in a measured manner.

Patricia had disappeared, and Laura was perched on a bar stool surrounded by a group of men whose main ambition seemed to be to be the one she chose to take to bed. I stood back and watched their flirtatious behaviour, she seemed to be enjoying being the centre of attention and she was demurely flirting back. Every so often she'd adjust her dress so not too much leg was showing, each occasion watched closely by the pack of wolves eagerly awaiting their chance to exert their dominance.

Now and then she'd look my way but I tried not to stare, not to watch too overtly, but if truth were told I wanted to join them, but then I had a fair idea she knew I'd fucked the boss that afternoon and wondered what she thought of me. So I made pleasant conversation with an increasingly drunk group of colleagues, trying to limit my own intake as I'd sat through too many conferences with a stinking hangover.

It was getting to the stage when I was going to call it a night and I drained the last of my much diluted gin and tonic and had set the empty glass on the bar, when I looked over at Laura and saw her looking intently at me. She waved as if to catch my attention then turned back to her companions and said something to them as she slipped off the bar stool and headed my way. "Jack, I wondered if I could ask you something before you call it a night."

What now I thought, surely Patricia doesn't want another fuck? She slipped her arm in mine and led me out of the bar, "What a bunch of boring assholes, doesn't any of them have a life, or an original word to say? I was desperate for you to come and rescue me but you didn't so I had to dump them. I hope their egos don't suffer too much."

"What was it you wanted to ask Laura?"

"I wanted to ask you to take me back to my room, I can't remember the way and none of them could find their ass with both hands." It seemed a pretty poor reason but it was on my way so we set off, her arm still tucked in mine. It felt really intimate somehow, I could feel the soft press of her breast against me and remembered how firm they'd looked that morning.

In no time at all we were outside her door and she released my arm and we turned to face each other. For a second I thought she was going to kiss me, but she turned to the door and opened it, then turned back, "Come in for a bit, we can have a drink or a coffee or something." She gave me no time to refuse, but took my hand and led me in. The curtains were drawn and the bedside lights were on giving the room a soft effect.

"So what's it to be, drink, coffee or this?" Her arms went round my neck then her body pressed up against me and our lips met in a soft and tender kiss. We broke apart and looked into each other's eyes and then together kissed again, this time with more passion as her tongue slipped between my lips sending a little tingle through my mouth. I responded in a like manner and soon our tongues were scrabbling against each other.

I could feel the warmth of her body against me, the contours melding into me, her breasts soft against my chest and her lower body pressing firmly against the steadily growing bulge in my trousers. I pushed her up against the wall, my cock pressing insistently into her, she was pushing back, her groin firm on my erection. I slipped a hand between us and cupped her breast, I could feel the softness beneath her bra and the small hard protuberance that was her nipple.

Her hand left my neck and dropped to my waist, fumbling at my trouser fastenings then they were free and her hand slipped inside and found my hardness, closing round it. I groaned at the sensation that ran through me and began to thrust rhythmically into her. My cock was sliding through her hand as though fucking it and she started to stroke me increasing the pleasure and I grabbed her bum with one hand and used the leverage to thrust harder against her.

My hand came into contact with something warm and I realised I had found the slit in her dress and slipped my hand between the folds. The insides of her thighs were soft and I pushed upwards, seeking her panties, then I reached the join of her legs and encountered not soft material but soft flesh. It felt warm and moist and I slid my fingers through the cleft as her lips parted and my fingers slipped into her tight, wet pussy.

She groaned and our mouths broke apart, "Bed," she croaked, "take me to bed and fuck me like you did Patricia this afternoon."

A bolt shot through me, "You knew?"

"Of course I knew." she growled, "She told me in nauseating detail what you did to her. She knew I wanted you, ever since this morning when I saw your cock through the window. I had such an orgasm frigging my pussy thinking what I was going to do to you and she stole you from me. But that's how you get to the top, by trampling all over those beneath you!"

She broke away and dragged me to the bed, her hands clawing at her dress to pull it over her head. She stood in just her bra which she unsnapped and shucked from her shoulders then fell back on the bed, her legs apart, pussy openly visible below that patch of pubic hair.

I took it all in, her breasts, nipples and pussy and fought my clothes off, falling between her legs, my cock pushing up against her pussy, trying to find her opening. I felt the tip engage and pushed in hard, my cock penetrating deep into her pussy. I could feel how tight she was, her walls gripping me like a glove when I stopped, "Is this just a quick fuck or is your sked-ule free?"

"There's nothing on my shed-ule all night."

"In which case..." I pulled my cock out of her, sensing her disappointment and pressed my lips once more to hers, not in a passionate kiss, but little butterfly kisses, running all over her mouth and face, even her eyes, her ears, then down and along her neck and shoulders.

She gave a little shiver, "You've no idea what that does to me." I did, I could see it and continued down to her breasts, placing little kisses all around her nipples which began to react, but always avoiding them. I could sense her frustration, she was rolling her body to promote contact, but still I avoided it, then abruptly I sucked one hard into my mouth. I felt the jolt go through her body, heard the gasp as her hands grabbed the bed covers.

"Mmmm, yes, that's it, I love that." I could have played with her breasts all day, close up her nipples were even better, her areolae covered in tiny little bumps, the nub in the centre firm and just begging to be nibbled and licked. I did just that, swirling my tongue round and round, switching from one to the other until they were wet and glistening.

I covered her breast with my hands and started to trail my kisses down her body, pausing at her belly button to push my tongue in, "That tickles," she giggled, as I ventured further down. Her pubes were not the classic triangle shape, clearly she'd sculpted them and as I'd seen they were almost oblong, a mass of dark curly hair. I ran my nose through it, inhaling the scent, a mixture of talc and something more primal.

I eased my tongue over her clit, she tensed then relaxed as the tip caressed it, it wasn't anywhere near as big as Patricia's, but then I'd never seen one as big as hers and I teased it gently before continuing my exploration. Her vulva wasn't hairy at all, it was as smooth as the proverbial baby's bum and my tongue glided over the soft folds, waxed perhaps or recently shaved.

The lips themselves were darker in colour than the surrounding skin, the inner lips tucked neatly inside with just a hint of dark brown along the edges. I planted kiss after kiss on top of them and could feel her arousal growing, her body demanding more as it pushed up against me. Gently I eased my tongue inside her cleft, parting those soft folds to the pinkness inside. She tasted of woman, aroused woman, that musky taste that instantly inflamed me, I wanted nothing more than to ram first my tongue inside her, then my cock, but we had all night and I was determined that we were going to enjoy it.

Slowly I ran my tongue along her slit, over her pee hole and then to the opening of her pussy itself. I was greeted by a surge of fresh juices coursing down her tunnel, flooding onto my tongue and lips as another gasp came from her and her hips lifted off the bed. I let go of her breasts and slipped my hands under her bum, holding her tight against my mouth and tongue.

Releasing one bum cheek I slipped my hand between her legs, a finger pushing into her slit, it encountered softness and I pushed in, sliding into her pussy. She was wonderfully warm and wet and I added a second, tighter this time, but both slipped in and out with ease aided by her natural lubrication.

The undulations of her hips took on a more frantic nature, almost bucking and I pushed the knuckle of my finger up against her arsehole and thrust my tongue hard on her clit. It was as though I had set off a bomb. Her body lurched upwards, taking me with it and a scream broke from her throat and she began to shudder, her body almost quivering so intense and rapid was her juddering.

It seemed to go on and on, her pussy was pulsing round my fingers, each pulse sending a further surge of juice down her, then slowly they became less frequent and finally she was still, only occasional minor aftershocks sending a shiver through her body. I eased my fingers out of her and looked up, her eyes were open and looking straight down at me over her breasts. She held out her arms in invitation and I slid back up her body and our mouths met in a long, lingering kiss.

"Did I make you very wet?" she enquired impishly, "I should have warned you but I could hardly breathe let alone speak, and then it was too late."

I pretended to wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and then our lips met again, the kiss gaining in passion as our bodies began to roll against one another again. I could feel my cock pushing against her and then suddenly it found her entrance and slipped in. We both paused and then started to move again, each thrust slightly deeper and harder than the previous one and in no time we were up to speed, our bodies finding a comfortable rhythm and running with it.

Despite, or perhaps because of her earlier orgasm Laura was driving the pace, I could feel her pussy squeezing me and she began to grunt as my cock reached the end of her tunnel and I detected a note of urgency in her manner. I was happy to go along with it, we had all night, I was looking forward to several more sessions during the night and I was keen to explore her body more while I had the chance.

Already my arousal was growing, I could feel it in my balls, that gradual tightening and I tried to suppress it, but the sheer pleasure that was emanating from my loins was almost too much to bear, my body crying out for release.

In the end it was Laura who gave me the chance to relieve some of the pressure, in a surprise move she wriggled out from under me and rolled me over onto my back, her hand grasping my cock, then her head dipped and I was engulfed in her mouth. I'd swapped the frying pan for the fire, but the sensation was different, much sharper and the immediate pressure to cum seemed to be abating. Nevertheless it was almost exquisite agony, I could see her lips tight round my cock as it slid in and out of her mouth, her hand pumping at the base and her eyes fixed on mine. She released me with a soft plop and smiled, "I've been wanting to do this since I first saw it this morning." she murmured as she took it back inside. This morning? Was it only this morning? So much seemed to have happened in the meanwhile.

She sat up and let me slip from her mouth but her hand kept up a steady beat, stroking my cock, the shaft slipping easily through her hand. She paused as if making her mind up about something then threw a leg over my thighs and straddled my hips. I watched as she raised herself up and positioned the tip of my cock between her legs then very deliberately lowered herself down.

I could see my shaft splitting her open, her lips parting and stretching round me as inch by inch I disappeared inside her until our bodies were touching. There was a mutual sigh then I felt her start to move, slowly at first and that wonderful sensation of my cock sliding in and out of her warm, tight pussy resumed.

"There, that's better, the USA on top as usual." she grinned at me, "and doing all the work." she added. I responded by thrusting hard up into her eliciting a gasp and another grin, "But as ever the contribution from our cousins across the pond is a quality one."

We settled into a measured tempo, and I took the opportunity to look at her. Her face was alight with pleasure, a smile on her lips as she seemed to concentrate on what we were doing. On her chest her breasts sat pertly, jutting out with her nipples capping the ends. They had taken on a dark rosy pink hue and I could see they were swollen and looked very sensitive. I couldn't help it, I reached up and cupped her breasts, taking the weight in my hands before running my thumbs lightly over the nipples.

"Gently," she warned and I sat up slightly and placed a kiss on one and as softly as I could took it into my mouth. "That's nice." She held my head against her and I switched to the other one before resting back.

Her waist was trim, and between her legs that patch of dark hair, it wasn't the modern trend but somehow it looked right on her, drawing attention to what lay below, that warm, wet, welcoming haven. I placed my hands on her thighs and stretched my thumbs inwards until I could touch her clit and began to play with it, moulding that little hard button under the pads of my thumbs. I could see it was having an effect on her, as she began to bite her lower lip between her teeth.

Gradually she picked up the tempo, her hips really driving me hard into her now and I held her waist, guiding and helping as she bounced energetically on my body. Her breasts too had taken on a new life, no longer were they swaying gently, they were bobbing up and down, my eyes riveted to them.

She braced herself with one hand on my chest and the other dropped to her clit and started to frig it frantically, her fingers almost a blur. Then her mouth opened in a scream, but no sound came out and I could see she wasn't breathing. Her face screwed up tight and then I felt the first pulse in her pussy.

As quick as a flash I flipped her over, my cock slipped out then I was back between her legs, on top of her body and I slammed myself back into her. This time she did scream as I hammered my cock in and out of her as hard as I could, our bodies slamming together, then I felt it, welling up inside me as my cock erupted, the first spurt deep inside, the second outside as my cock slipped out, spattering over her pubic hair then I found her again and a third, fourth and fifth jet filled her pussy and I was dry, my cock still twitching but purposelessly.

I collapsed on top of her, both of us fighting for breath and I rolled away, my heart thudding in my chest. She tucked into my side and I pulled the covers up and over us, as we snuggled down together in the warmth.

"Will you hold me? All night? Then do it again in the morning?" she breathed into my ear. I responded by pulling her tight to my body and in that position we slept.

The night was filled with kisses and caresses, but we did sleep a bit and when I woke the light was already filtering in from behind the curtains. I was pressed up against Laura, she was lying half on her front and I was half on top of her. My cock was hard and pressing on something soft and instinctively I started to roll my hips sliding it along whatever it was.

'It' turned out to be Laura's backside and my cock was semi-lodged in her crease. She seemed to be asleep still and I debated whether to wake her or not. She seemed so peaceful that I didn't, contenting myself with pulling her hair to one side and kissing the nape of her neck. "That's nice," came a muffled, half-awake voice, "but that feels nicer." Her backside pushed back into me and I slid deeper into her crease. "Careful what you are doing back there, there's some places a gentleman doesn't go. Not yet any way."

I took that to mean I wasn't in prohibited territory quite yet and continued my gentle probing, being rewarded with some appreciative noises. "Let me help." She shifted position slightly and I was able to push further in and I gathered my cock was pressing up against her perineum, sliding between her arsehole and her pussy. Having been warned off the former I concentrated on finding the latter and again I could tell I was starting to find my target from the murmurings and the way her body was pushing back at me.

"If we're going to do this we might as well do it properly." This time I felt her lift right up and saw that she had levered herself onto all fours and was presenting her backside to me. My mind flashed back to Patricia and I have to say there was no comparison, the thick meaty lips replaced with Laura's delicate petals and even her back hole looked attractive. So much so that I pressed my mouth to it, allowing my tongue to rasp around the puckered skin.

"Mmm, that's nice, but we haven't got time for that." Suitably chastised I lowered my mouth and kissed her pussy, the taste wasn't unpleasant but I pulled my face back and rubbed my fingers up and down her instead before pushing one carefully in. She was moist, warm and moist and I wiggled it around a bit before adding a second.

That seemed to do the trick and she started to rock to and fro. "Inside, I want you inside me." she murmured and I withdrew my fingers seeing they were already damp. I lined my cock up with her pussy and pressed in, there was a momentary resistance and then the head slid in and the rest followed, and I was buried deep in her and beginning to pump in and out.

I was starting to establish a steady rhythm when there was an insistent buzzing coming from the bedside cabinet. "Shit!" she exclaimed, picking up her phone and peering at it. "Fucking woman, doesn't she ever sleep? I'm sorry I'm going to have to take a raincheck on this, I've got to go." My mind struggled over the American idiom and then it clicked.

"It's OK, I understand, we've all been there at some time." I pulled my cock out and Laura rolled into a sitting position on the edge of the bed.

"I promise we'll finish this sometime, but right now I really, really have to go." She leaned in to me and gave me a long kiss, then bent her head and sucked me deep into her mouth, "Something to remember me by," then she stood and made her way into the bathroom. I would have loved to have followed her, but I really did understand and more than a little reluctantly I dressed and quietly left.

My room wasn't far and I went in and looked at the clock, time for a couple of hours' work and then back to the alternative reality of the conference.

I thought, I hoped I'd see her at the conference again, but whatever it was that had dragged her from our love making kept her away all day, and it was only during the afternoon tea break that I saw her dragging her small suitcase behind a striding Patricia. She mimicked the 'ring me' gesture and then the driver took her case and she got into the back of the car and it sped away.

The last session of the conference was excruciating, my mind kept going round and round, I couldn't decide if I'd had one of the happenings of my lifetime or I'd lost out on something really important. I couldn't concentrate on the presentation and all I wanted to do was to get in my car on my own and drive home.

Which eventually I did, arriving home late evening. The house seemed empty and I heated up a ready meal, had a couple of beers and went to bed. Surprisingly it was of Patricia that I dreamt, strange erotic dreams, fucking her up the arse, then she morphed into Laura, but when I looked again she was my ex-wife. What had stirred up those memories?

Morning came and it was with relief that I remembered it was Saturday, and I didn't have to work, well not go into the office although work never really stopped for me. Nevertheless I had a most satisfactory wank and after a good long shower felt considerably better.

Laura had told me to ring her. What had she meant by that? Did she expect me to ring her over the weekend, to talk about what? Fucking each other? Or did she mean that we should keep in touch generally in the future by phone? Three times on Saturday I picked up the phone and once even got as far as hitting 'Call', but then I chickened out and cancelled the call. Each time I berated myself for my cowardice, she was a colleague, I was always on the phone to colleagues, what was different with her? A night of passion that was what was different. And a feeling of unfinished business.

In the end Monday morning arrived and I still hadn't called and I settled in to my office to catch up on what hadn't been done because of that damn stupid conference, a conference where... Stop it and get on with your work I chastised himself.

Mid-morning I was interrupted by my boss's voice, "Jack, I'd like to introduce you to our new Head of Group Strategy, but I expect you remember her from the conference." I looked up to see the face of Laura, a broad smile on her face.

"Hello, Jack, long time no see." I found myself jumping up and was about to pull her into a hug when I remembered where I was and offered my hand instead.

"Her brief is to examine and challenge everything we do and see if we can do it better. Well I'll leave you two to catch up and... Jack can you settle Laura in please, she's moving into Stuart's old office, I've got some things I need to do." He walked off leaving us alone.

We both sat down and there was an awkward silence.

"You didn't ring."

"No, I..."

"Well if you had I would have told you about the job and turning up here."

"Sorry. Congratulations by the way."

"Thank you. It'll make a nice change to be actually doing something useful rather than just making coffee for Patricia." She clearly wasn't going to let that one lie.

"Sorry."

"Jack, for fuck's sake stop apologising."

"Sorry." This time we both laughed, "Where are you staying?" I'd noticed the two large suitcases outside my office.

"The hotel on the high street." I grimaced. "Why the face, what's wrong with it?"

"Nothing I'm sure, I've never stayed there, but it's quite historic and quaint, just up your street as an American, the old part of the building is Tudor and the newer part 18th century."

"Sorry, Tudor? Fuck, now you've got me apologising.

"Yes, Henry VIII and all that, 16th century."

"Did Henry stay there?"

"I don't think so, he was too busy shagging Anne Boleyn up the road at Hever, but he might have popped in for a pint."

I was conscious we were both skirting round what we wanted to say to each other, actually I didn't want to say anything, I just wanted to bend her over my desk and fuck the arse off her as we'd been doing when we were so rudely interrupted. Images of her backside in front of me filled my vision and I felt my cock start to stiffen.

"I'll show you to your office and you can get started. When we finish for the day I'll run you round to the hotel and get you checked in, it'll save calling a taxi." I showed her to the office she'd be using and she opened a third bag that I hadn't noticed and began to pull out her office stuff, laptop, and some odds and ends, pictures etc. For a second I just stood there and then gathering my wits, left her to get on with it.

I couldn't concentrate for the rest of the day, my mind kept wandering, back to the conference, then dreaming what the future might bring. Finally people started to disappear and Laura stuck her head round my door. "Ready? Only I've had a long day and want to get settled in and have a nice long shower." Visions of her naked in the shower jumped up in front of me and I cast them away, what was I, a love sick schoolboy?

It was only a short drive to the hotel and we pulled up in the car park and I got the very heavy cases out of the boot. "What made you come here?"

"It's the only halfway decent hotel in town."

"No, to our offices?"

She was quiet for a second or two, "Well there wasn't a lot of choice, and to be honest a lot of it was you. You're the person I feel I know best in the company, apart from Patricia and..." she paused, "... I wanted to see you again." A jolt went through me and a warm glow started and suddenly the cases didn't feel so heavy.

She checked in and I helped her with the cases into the small lift and to her door. She opened it and we went inside, it looked a bit grim. Jacobean panelling might sound nice, but it gave the room a dark and sombre feel, and the view out of the window of the opposing brick wall wasn't particularly inspiring.

We stood there looking at each other, then as one we embraced, pulling each other in for a long hug and then a kiss. Laura stepped back, "Jack, it's really good to see you, and I mean that, but perhaps if we're going to be close colleagues then we shouldn't get involved. I know I said there's unfinished business between us and there is, and perhaps one day... But for now can we perhaps keep our distance a little, we can have a drink together or a meal and I hope we can be real friends, but... do you agree Jack?"

It came as a bitter blow, but she was right, I'd seen offices torn apart by the recriminations after a fall out between lovers, so it was with a brave face that I replied, "Sure Laura, it was great but you're right and it doesn't stop us being friends. I'll see you tomorrow."

I trudged out and morosely made my way home, well if that's all we were going to be, friends, then that was all it could be. There were plenty of fish in the sea.

I was in early the next morning, just before Laura put in an appearance. She didn't look too good and I stuck my head into her office. "Morning Laura," I greeted her breezily, "Sleep well? How was the hotel?"

"Bloody awful on both counts. I didn't get a wink of sleep all night, noises and creaks and groans all night, and the plumbing! There was only an old bath with a hand held shower attachment, no water pressure and barely any hot water. Never mind Tudor, it was practically Victorian."

I decided a lesson on the sequence of British Monarchs wasn't going to go down well and commiserated with her, adding, "I'm afraid that's about it for hotels in the area, anything decent is quite a step away."

"Well, I'm going to have to do something about it, I can't stay there. Perhaps I'll have to go to another office somewhere."

A feeling of almost panic ran through me, "Oh come on, it can't be that bad can it? Are you sure you're not just being fussy, after all you Americans are well known....." I dried up under the most withering look I had ever seen. I held my hands up, "OK, OK, I'm sorry, I do have one suggestion although I don't know how well it will go down..." I paused, swallowing hard before I continued, "I do actually have a spare room, and my shower is one of those all body jobs, AND, I've got a big roll top bath."

Laura looked at me sceptically, "Are you sure you're not just trying to coerce me into your bed?"

I put my hand up in my best imitation of a Boy Scout salute, "Scout's honour. Just as colleagues. Just until you've found your feet and can find somewhere more permanent."

"Just as colleagues?" I nodded. "OK, I'll give it a go, but..."

I put my hands up in mock surrender, "We'll get your cases tonight and I'll drive you to my castle."

"It had better not be drafty," came the words from behind my retreating back.

Work seemed to go so much better that day, despite her earlier complaints Laura was getting on with it, already I was starting to hear comments about 'that bloody yank' so she was obviously doing a good job, "If you don't piss someone off every day you're not doing your job properly." an old boss of mine used to say, and he was right.

We collected her cases that night and I lugged them home and up the stairs to her room. I hadn't had a chance to tidy it up, but we soon made quick work of that, putting on clean bed linen and tossing out some of the crap that always accumulates in spare rooms. Then she declared it was time to inspect the bathroom.

I showed her in, it was my pride and joy, I'd spent a small fortune on it. The roll top bath was huge and the shower everything I'd promised. She looked at it almost in awe, "I can't wait to get in that bath, I love a bath when I get home from work, and a shower in the mornings and that looks awesome. Now get out and let me at it."

"Can't I stay and watch?" I pleaded as she ushered me out and closed the door.

"There's no lock!"

"I've never needed one!"

"You had better behave Mister. Colleagues!"

I heard the water go on, then the shower door closing and then followed a long drawn out groan of ecstasy. Smiling to myself I went downstairs and poured myself a beer, and sat imagining that body in my shower, water cascading down over her breasts, hands running all over her soapy body. Colleagues, I reminded myself.

She reappeared half an hour later, hair still wet, dressed in a sweatshirt with Harvard emblazoned across her chest, It looked several sizes too big for her and I wondered who the original owner was. "I hope I'm not inappropriately dressed. Don't you stiff-assed Brits dress for dinner, white tie and tails and all that?" The leggings she was wearing fitted like a second skin and looked marvellous on her.

"No that's fine, I slob out as well," I indicated my own sweat pants and tee shirt. "And as for dinner it's usually a tray on my lap while I watch telly. We can use the dining table if you want..."

"No, that suits me fine, I'm just a hill-billy at heart, although I'll try to remember to use a knife and fork."

I got her a drink and refreshed mine and we chinked glasses, "Here's to..."

"Colleagues," she completed the toast.

I hadn't anticipated having a guest and so it was a ready meal and a bottle of wine followed by a couple of hours in front of the TV.

Bedtime was a bit awkward, we'd agreed that she could use the bathroom first in the mornings as she took longer to get ready, but hadn't sorted out the night time routine. We stood on the landing and she leaned in to give me a kiss on the cheek, "Shall I errr, or do you want to..?" I asked and laughing she ducked in and shut the door while I stood and waited, trying not to listen to the bathroom noises coming through the woodwork.

She came out, "Sorry I was so long, you needn't have waited though. Goodnight."

As I lay in bed that night I found it difficult to turn off, knowing she was lying mere feet away from me, possibly as naked as I was. I couldn't help thinking about how fantastic having sex with her had been and found myself stroking my cock with some considerable enthusiasm, I knew I shouldn't, we were just colleagues but those images wouldn't go away and it wasn't long before I was cumming, my cock erupting all over my bare chest and stomach. Normally I'd just get up and go and clean off in the bathroom, but I had to remember she was there now, and I wiped myself down with a tissue. Whilst I was delighted she was staying with me, it was going to be challenging.

Not as challenging as my cock in the morning, I hadn't counted on that; how was I going to get from my bedroom to the bathroom? I did possess a dressing gown, but not one I'd wish to be caught wearing, it was old and very comfortable, but distinctly tattered. So it was either a mad dash in a pair of boxers and hope I didn't get caught, or half dress first which would look silly. I tried to convince myself I was making too big a deal of it, she'd seen my erect cock before, she'd sucked it and had it in her pussy, but that was then, not when we were colleagues.

In the event I needn't have worried, I was lying there still puzzling when there was a knock on my door, "Bathroom's free," and by the time I'd sprung out of bed and pulled on my boxers she was already back in her room. I showered and shaved and did the necessaries, then dressed, still beating her downstairs. She appeared, fully made up and we had a light breakfast, I wasn't much of a breakfast eater anyway and we drove to work.

"Are you happy us both going in together?" I asked.

"Why not?" she replied, "We're only colleagues."

No-one batted an eyelid and we separated to our own offices and I barely saw her all day and in the evening we drove home in relative silence.

"I'm looking forward to that bath," she commented, "I hope it's as good as the shower, it's just like having an orgasm every time I get in there." I was really going to have to work on my mental imaging I thought, picturing her standing in my shower, knees bent, legs bowed, thrusting three fingers in and out of her pussy. It was never going to be the same standing in there myself now.

I changed and poured myself a beer, half listening to the bath filling up, and trying not to imagine her in it, then she appeared, dressed as the night before, only she hadn't washed her hair. She accepted my offer of a drink and we sat there chatting about our day, we'd agreed to try not to talk about work, but it was inevitable that it did crop up now and again, although tonight was just casual chat, people, gripes etc..

I noticed she kept tugging at her sweatshirt, "Sorry," she apologised, "this bra is really uncomfortable after a bath, it's so restrictive, do you mind if I take it off?"

I was certainly not going to refuse and agreed readily. There then followed one of the miracles of modern life, she reached behind her, and then her hands disappeared and reappeared out of the sleeves of her shirt and then she reached up inside and magically produced a bra which she folded neatly and put on the chair beside her. I almost applauded.

"I expect you thought you were going to get a look at my boobs." I hadn't, I thought she was going to get up and go upstairs to take it off, but something akin to disappointment must have shown on my face as she continued, "Well I suppose it's only fair, you have been very kind to me." Without further ado she lifted the front of her sweatshirt and I caught a lightning flash of breast, topped with nipple, then they were gone and I blinked as though a flash gun had gone off in my face.

"That's all folks," she chanted and there were no more revelations, although I have to say they did wobble most attractively all evening.

Over the next few days we settled into a comfortable routine, by and large the bathroom arrangements worked well, and despite the lack of a lock on the door there were no accidental or even deliberate incursions and I was adjusting my morning routine so that my morning wank was finished before she left the bathroom, so the issue of an errant erection didn't crop up.

The first time we met on the landing was quite an eye-opener, my bath towels were clearly smaller than the hotel's and the one wrapped round her really needed to be several inches wider to provide full modesty, and my eyes switched from top to bottom to see which one was revealed first. In the event it was neither although it must have been a close call.

The next event was more revealing, I'd finished my morning masturbation then had pulled on my boxers in readiness to cross the landing. I swung the door open to be confronted by Laura, towel held in place by one hand, the other poised ready to knock. I couldn't say who was most surprised, her or me. We both exclaimed "Oops!" loudly and both stepped back, but I had the advantage of an elasticated waist and it was her towel that slipped down. She caught it before it hit the floor, but there before me were two gorgeous breasts, breasts that I had once held and kissed and licked. She looked down at her bare breasts and with an "Oh fuck it!" retied the towel round her waist and sashayed into her room, breasts swinging proudly in front of her.

I even let her drive my car, there was a lot of complaining about my 'antiquated stick shift' which I took to mean the manual gear change, but once we got over the grinding of gears and the engine stalling, she became quite proficient and only occasionally had to be reminded to drive on the left-hand side of the road.

We might have settled down at home, but it was a different story at work, comments about 'that bloody Yank' had now become, 'that fucking Yank' and I was starting to sense quite some discord in the ranks. I could see both sides, she wanted to make changes to the way things had been done for years and there was natural resistance from the 'tight-assed Brits'. What she wanted to do seemed sensible to me, and although what we did worked fine, it wasn't to say there wasn't a better way. So there looked to be a battle of wills coming, and if I had to put a bet on it, my money was on Laura.

That's not to say it wasn't taking a toll on her. Some nights I could see how uptight she was, the bath usually seemed to relax her and I could see she was trying not to bring her work problems home, but one night it seemed worse than most. I'd seen her a couple of times at work, storming out of offices, a look of thunder on her face, and at home it was still getting to her.

We ate dinner in silence, her mind seemingly a million miles away. "Tough day?" I enquired.

"They're a bunch of ancient dinosaurs that somehow survived the meteor that wiped the rest out, and as for that..." To my complete and utter surprise, she burst into tears.

I held my arms out in invitation, "Come here." She was beside me in an instant her body snuggled up to mine and her face buried in my neck sobbing her heart out. She was barely able to speak and I just held her tight, running my hands up and down her back trying to calm her. Where had that hard-hearted Yank gone I wondered, right now she was just a vulnerable woman and my heart went out to her.

Slowly her tears became sobs and then the odd sniffle. "Better now?"

I felt her nod, "It's amazing what a cuddle and a back rub can achieve." I realised I was still rubbing her back and stopped, pulling my hand away.

"No, keep doing it, I like it. Put your hand on my skin." I slipped my hand under her sweatshirt and resumed my gentle massage, realising with a shock that this was really our first skin to skin contact since that night in the hotel, seemingly ages ago.

"Mmmm, that's really nice." The problem was that it was having a predictable effect on my cock and I could feel it pressing against the inside of my jogging pants and I tried to pull back from her a little. The only effect that had was to cause her to snuggle even tighter and to throw an arm across my lower abdomen. Her elbow or somewhere on her arm made contact with the lump in my pants and she suddenly froze. Her face turned up to me and our eyes met, then before we knew it our mouths were locked together and our tongues were clashing.

She pulled away and I thought that was it, mistake recognised, but a leg was thrown across my lap, straddling my thighs and our lips joined again. Somehow my hands slid round the inside of her sweatshirt and cupped her breasts as the memory of their quality came flooding back to me. I brushed her nipples and heard a low growl in her throat and then her covered pussy made contact with my covered cock and began to run along it. Now it was my turn to growl, as our bodies ground against each other.

She broke away and grabbed the bottom of her sweatshirt and was about to pull it up and over her head when something changed.

"We can't," she proclaimed, a note of something in her voice, desperation, sorrow, regret, I couldn't tell. Abruptly she stood up, "Sorry." she said and left the room. I heard her run up the stairs and her door shut and all was quiet.

For a minute I just sat there, my mind unable to process my emotions, to make sense of what had just happened. My baser instincts took over and my hand went to my cock, fished it out of my bottoms and before I knew it I was wanking furiously, my hand flying up and down the shaft, memories, sensations flooding my brain then I was cumming, my cock spewing cum all over my tee shirt and pants. I looked down, disgusted at the mess and what I had just done and I got up and switched everything off, heading upstairs to clean up and go to bed.

I looked wistfully at her closed bedroom door, should I go in and say something? Hesitantly I approached the door, hand half raised to knock on it, when I heard sobbing from inside. I was about to knock when the sobbing changed and took on a different note, something that sounded very much like an orgasm. I lowered my hand and crept into the bathroom.

There was no sign of her in the morning, she didn't knock on my door and when I got up the bathroom was free. I showered and dressed and went downstairs to find her fully dressed and made up, sipping a cup of coffee. We both went to speak at the same time but she held up her hand to forestall me.

"Jack, I'm sorry. I let it all get out of hand," I thought of what had been in my hand as she continued, "it was wrong of me to tempt you like that. We agreed I'd stay here as a colleague, and that is how it must be. Please accept my apologies, it won't happen again."

"Laura please forget it, I was just as much at fault as you. Colleagues again.... and friends?"

"Of course Jack, colleagues and friends. It was a nice back rub though."

We both led separate lives still, she had made a few friends and would occasionally go out with them, and I had my friends both from work and other outside activities. I was out with some one night having a few beers, quite a few actually, and Laura had taken my car home from work. When the taxi dropped me off outside my house I was pleased to see it sitting on my drive, seemingly undamaged and intact.

The lights were off downstairs and I stumbled up the stairs. The bathroom door was shut and there was light coming from round the edges. I knocked politely, "Laura are you in there?"

"Yes, I'm in the bath."

"I'm sorry, I need a pee. Badly." The taxi ride had been an uncomfortable one and now that relief was so close my bladder was severely pressing on me.

"I've only just got in, can't you wait or go somewhere else."

"No!" I was starting to get desperate. "Please."

"Well you'll just have to come in then, I'll look away."

Relief flooded through me and I opened the door and went in. She was lying back in the bath, the water soapy with the residue of some bubbles on the surface. She looked quizzically at me as I hastened to the toilet tugging down my zip as I went. The second my cock was free it was streaming out of me, going on and on for what seemed like forever until finally I was empty and feeling so much better. I gave my cock the three customary shakes and zipped myself up.

"Do all men shake their wiener like that when they've peed?"

"You were looking!" I accused her.

"Only a bit, I've never seen a man do that before, it was quite......." she stopped, seemingly unable to find an appropriate adjective.

I turned to face her, seeing for the first time her breasts bobbing barely visible just under the surface, with just a shade of darker skin where her nipples would be. On the edge of the bath was a large glass of wine, a bottle of pills and a razor. I put two and two together and in my confused mind made seven. "You're not.... thinking of doing anything are you?"

She caught my gaze and laughed, "No, of course not, I fancied a bath and a glass of wine, took a couple of pills for a headache and, that, Jack, is a safety razor. I was just contemplating giving this a trim." She eased her body up, and out of the water appeared her pubic hair, still in that oblong shape. "Or perhaps I should shave it right off. What do you think Jack, are you a hairy hole man or a shaven haven man?"

I just stood and stared, were those her pussy lips I could see, or was my alcohol fuelled imagination working overtime. "I erm, well, actually, I erm...." Finally I got it out, "I'm a bit of a traditionalist really, I like to see a bit of hair, it adds allure."

"Allure it is then, I'll leave it." Her pubis sank bank down below the surface and was gone. "Jack!" I came back to consciousness, "You can go now and leave me in peace to enjoy myself." Muttering my apologies I bumbled out.

One of my past activities was playing five a side football on a floodlit, outside pitch, it kept me fit and was very sociable, but creeping age and work pressures meant I hadn't played for some time. Thus I was surprised when an old teammate phoned me up asking if I'd be able to help them out, they were down to four players for a game and desperate. "You must be desperate if you've called me," I joked.

"We are Jack!" came the none too flattering reply. It was no good, I couldn't resist it, imagining myself scoring the winning goal and saving the day and I agreed to help out. That night I turned up and the ref blew his whistle to start the game. Where had all those years gone and why did the opposition all look about ten years younger than me?

To be fair I put my heart and soul into it, not to mention my body and we only lost 5-4. Over the pub I took quite a bit of ribbing, all in good nature, "It must be the good life with that American you're shacked up with now."

"We're not shacked up, she's just a colleague and is staying in my spare room temporarily."

"Well if you're not giving her one you must be more stupid that we thought."

By the time I got home the adrenalin had worn off, the good feeling from the two beers had left my system and I was beginning to rue agreeing to play. A hot bath would fix it, I thought as I inched my way up the stairs. Laura was in bed, well, in her room although I could see the light was on. "That you Jack?" she called out.

"Yes, I'm just going to have a bath."

I struggled out of my clothes and lowered myself tentatively into the bath, it felt good and soon all my muscles were nicely relaxed. There was a knock on the door. "Jack, can I come in and clean my teeth?" I slid further down into the water and made sure my cock wasn't visible before calling out for her to enter. The door opened and in she came in, she was wearing her ubiquitous sweatshirt and nothing else, well it appeared to be nothing else. The sweatshirt only came down to the very top of her thighs and my cock lurched at the thought of what might be concealed underneath.

She turned to the wash basin and bent over and to my disappointment saw she was wearing panties. Disappointment was perhaps the wrong word, for the sight was magnificent, I could see her bum wobbling from side to side as she brushed, the crease below her cheeks and what seemed to be legs that went on forever.

I had to put my hand on my cock to hold it under the water, at least that was the excuse I gave myself, but I couldn't help a groan escaping. "Are you OK Jack?" Laura asked sweetly, turning to face me and giving me a view of the front of her panties, "Only you seem to be in some difficulty."

"I'm just sore, that's all, I should have realised I was too old to play football, and I'm going to be in agony tomorrow."

"What you need is a good massage."

"Well, unless you took that course at Harvard, then there's no-one to give me one."

"I'll give you one Jack, I'm actually quite proficient. One of my Ex's was a pro-footballer and I was always giving him one." Did she understand the slang or was that all in innocence?

"Is that where the sweatshirt came from?"

"No, he was a different one, the footballer was when I was at MIT."

"MIT? What are you, some sort of rocket scientist?"

"Actually, yes I am, but it's mostly just Math. Now do you want a massage or not?"

"Yes please Laura," I replied in as sweet a tone as I could manage, "can you give me a moment to get out of the bath?" She left and I managed to lever myself out of the bath albeit with some considerable difficulty. I wrapped a towel round my waist and went into my bedroom, calling out that I was ready.

She came in, still dressed only in the sweatshirt and panties and told me to lie on my front. What I didn't expect was for her to straddle me, sitting astride my upper thighs and I was acutely conscious that her panty covered pussy was pressing up against my towel covered bum.

Her hands went to my shoulders and began to stroke and knead my muscles, she worked on my shoulders, my neck, my arms, slowing moving down my back. It did feel good, really, really good and although my muscles were relaxing and losing their tension, the same could not be said for my cock, trapped under me and pretty much fully hard which was starting to send familiar sensations through my body as the friction against the bed had an effect.

"Right, lose the towel."

"Pardon?"

"I said, lose the towel, I can't do your ass and legs when the towel is in the way." Before I had a chance to do anything it was whipped away and I was lying there stark bollock naked, although at least my cock wasn't visible as it was still trapped beneath me.

"Nice ass!"

"Professional please Laura."

"Are you paying me?"

"No."

"Well then I get my reward how I like." Her hands began to work on my glutes and now I was even more conscious of the thin layer of material barely separating us. Nevertheless the feeling of relief and relaxation was starting to make me a little sleepy and I missed the next words from her.

"Come on Jack, wake up, roll over. I need to do the front now."

"Laura, I can't, I'll be all exposed."

"Jack I've seen it before, several times. Do you want me to finish this massage or not?" Actually I didn't want the massage to finish ever, but with a little trepidation I rolled over as she lifted her body off mine. My eyes dropped to her crotch, the gusset of her panties was stretched tight and I swore I could see the indentation of her pussy and a small damp patch, then it was gone, as she sat back down. What wasn't gone was my cock, sticking straight up in the air, probably as hard as I'd ever been.

There was silence and stillness, then a hand curled round it "Hello old friend, it's nice to see you again, I've missed you." My mind feebly started to protest about being just colleagues, but the flesh proved stronger and nothing came out of my mouth as her hand started to glide up and down my shaft.

Finally I found the strength and will to protest, "Laura!" I made a half-hearted attempt to push her hand away, but was swatted away.

"Shush. My massage, my rules." She settled into a steady beat, up and down, up and down, then ran her hand over the top of the glans which was already leaking pre-cum. It was like an electric shock going through me, and I gasped as her hand slipped back down. "Just like a stick shift really, old but effective." I had given up protesting now and lay back revelling in the sensations washing through me. A wank didn't hold a candle to a hand job I mused.

She switched hands, something I had never managed to do being strongly right-handed, then I saw a thoughtful look come across her face. She released me and just sat for a second and I thought there was going to be a repeat of the other night, but her hands went to the hem of her sweatshirt and this time pulled it right up and over her head. Her breasts tumbled out, properly visible to me and I remembered their shape and look, her nipples neatly capping the ends.

It was no good, I had to touch them and extended my hands, halting just shy of actual contact. She smiled at me and leaned forward, settling them into my hands, familiar memories flooding back as I took their weight. Her hand began to move faster, squeezing me tight in her small fist and I could feel my orgasm brewing inside me, there was nothing I could do other than stare up at her, she leaned back and her breasts fell free again, jiggling rapidly in time to her hand, then my hips were pushing up and my cock erupted, the first spurt caught her unawares and hit her firmly on the chest, the rest she directed safely onto me, liberally covering my body in globules of white cum.

Her hand stopped, but still held me, then she gave it one last squeeze and let it fall limply to my thigh. She picked up the towel and wiped herself down, then did my chest, before casting the towel to the floor. We just looked at each other for a second or two, then she lay down beside me and pulled the covers up over us.

The combination of my exercise, the bath, the massage, the orgasm and then the warmth conspired to make me feel very drowsy and I could hardly keep my eyes open. I struggled but had to concede defeat and when I woke again she was gone. For a second I thought it all was a dream, but then I saw the towel on the floor and knew it was real.

Thereafter it seemed that the barrier we had erected between us was starting to crumble, sometimes she didn't bother covering her breasts when she walked from the bathroom to the bedroom, and we'd find ourselves smiling at each other for no discernible reason. On several occasions I wanted to just take her in my arms, but managed to restrain myself, and as the summer began in earnest the sweatshirt was replaced by a thinner, baggy tee shirt that did even less to hide the wobble of her breasts.

Work issues seemed to be easing and she started to make progress with some of my more antediluvian colleagues, so I was surprised when she came home one night and sat down in the lounge with a sigh. "Don't you Brits ever enjoy yourselves and really let go."

"Of course we do, sometimes we even clap at the end of a five day Test Match."

She looked blankly at me, then, "Ah cricket, that's something I'll never understand."

"What's up Laura, this is unlike the you I've come to know and..." I stopped short of the word 'love'.

"I guess I'm just a bit homesick, it's the 4th of July next week, in the States we'd have been looking forward to for weeks, there'd be parties and parades and everyone would have a great time. Here you don't even celebrate St George's Day." Needless to say she pronounced it 'Sayyynt' but I didn't think it best to correct her. I did take her point though and resolved to try to do something about it.

All I can say is thank heavens for the internet, on-line retailers and next day delivery, and with some digging I'd got everything I wanted. So when we opened the door after work on the 4th the house was festooned with Stars and Stripes bunting. She turned to me and with moist eyes gave me a big hug and a kiss, "Thank you Jack, thank you for trying to make me feel at home."

"I ain't finished yet doll," I drawled in what was probably the worst American accent ever, "Y'all go on upstairs and get in that tub and get them duds off while I cook us up some vittals." At last all those hours as a kid watching cowboy films was finding a use.

She came down dressed as usual and sat down as I presented her with a tray, on it was a plate of hot dogs, potato salad and some corn on the cob. She just sat and looked at it, then burst into tears. Instantly I was at her side, "What's the matter don't you like it? Have I done something wrong?"

"No Jack, it's just perfect, I'm just so lucky to have you as a colleague and friend." She dried her eyes and we started to eat as I looked on, pleased to have pleased her. It didn't take long to finish and I took the trays back.

"Now normally I'd give you some ice cream, but I've got this instead." I reached behind me and pulled out a tub of popcorn. I sat down beside her on the sofa and pulled a rug over us, "All we've got to do now is pretend we're at the drive-in."

"OK, what are we watching?"

I picked up the remote and pressed 'Start' and immediately up came the strains of Yankee Doodle Dandy and the grinning face of James Cagney, who began to sing.

"Oh Jack, one of my all-time favourites." She turned to me and gave me a long lingering kiss which I rather hoped would turn into something more, but she broke away and her eyes switched back to the screen.

To be fair it was a hugely entertaining film and I even found myself singing along to the catchy tunes, and when it finished and the credits rolled, Laura turned to me and pulled me in for a long embrace. "Jack that was one of the most enjoyable evenings of my life and such a surprise. I shall go to sleep tonight at least thinking I'm home."

She got up and stretched, giving me a fine view of her taut breasts and a glimpse of her panties, then we made our way upstairs. We stood on the landing and embraced again, I could feel the contours of her body moulding against me, the hardness of my cock staining against my track pants, then she broke away, "Thanks again Jack." She turned away and my eyes followed her into the bathroom. Sighing, I went into my own room and shut the door.

I admit it, I had hoped for more, particularly after the massage evening, even making out a bit more would have been good, I grinned when I realised I was starting to use Americanisms now. I undressed and got into bed, just staring up at the ceiling.

The door opened and I looked over at Laura standing there. She came over and stood beside the bed, "Jack, you forgot one thing about the 4th of July, it always ends with fireworks." She slipped the tee shirt over her head and then shimmied her panties down. "I left this for you." She brushed her fingers through the oblong of crinkly hair and lifted the covers and slid into bed beside me. I turned to her as she grasped my cock and held it, "Shall we start with this rocket?"

Before I knew it I was deep in her mouth being sucked right back to her throat, I could feel the tightness at the back and wondered if she'd take me all the way. Not quite, but enough so that waves of pleasure were rippling through my body. She had one hand on the base, stroking up and down and her tongue was working overtime on the crown, swirling around before I was sucked back deep again. It seemed to go on for a long time, the sensation incredible before I slipped out of her mouth and she slithered back up the bed.

"My turn now." She straddled my chest and inched upwards until her pussy was directly over my face. I could see her succulent lips, the thatch of curly hair, then her breasts, capped with those nipples and above that a smiling face looking down at me. I didn't hesitate and lifted my head so my mouth was pressing against her pussy and extending my tongue, licked her sensuously right along her slit.

I could taste her juices, sliding my tongue between her folds until I found her clit, small and pea-like nestled in its hood. I teased it, flicking my tongue around it before easing backwards down to her pussy again. Each pass of my tongue brought forth a fresh surge of juice and soon my face was covered in her secretions, but I didn't care, I was in heaven and had no wish to leave. I reached up and grasped the globes of her bum, my fingers sinking into that soft flesh, pulling me tighter against her, then I found her crease and pulled it apart, sliding my fingers along it. They encountered her arsehole, the puckered skin feeling different and I allowed my fingers to dally, circling that seemingly closed hole.

It wasn't easy but I stretched my head back and slid my tongue upwards, over her perineum and then it was on her arsehole, rimming round and round, sliding over the centre. "Jesus Jack, you're licking my asshole, no-one's ever done that to me before." A flood of pussy juice surged down her and I wetted my finger in it and started to tease her tight hole with my finger, tracing little circles round it, each one closer to the centre. It found its target and I pushed gently but firmly in.

She emitted a squeak, there was no other word for it, then I felt her body start to tremble and I could feel her sphincter pulsing round my still firmly embedded finger.

"I'm fucking cumming Jack, You've made me cum." She had her forearm braced on the wall behind us, and her hips were driving back and forth, sliding her pussy over my face and mouth as torrents flooded from her. Gradually her body came to a rest and I felt her relax. "That was..... intense," she murmured.

She began to slip back down my body, once again I could breathe properly and I saw her pussy slide down my chest leaving a trail of wetness. She giggled, "I've done it to you again, haven't I?" and I remembered that night in the hotel when she'd practically squirted.

"I don't mind, really," I replied honestly.

She continued to slide down, her breasts reappearing as her softness slid across my stomach until my cock was pressing up against her crease, still she slid, pressing it down flat as her pussy ran along it before popping up again suddenly in front of her. "Ah here it is, I knew it was here somewhere." She took it in her hand and began to stroke it, just as she had during the massage, sending shafts of pleasurable sensations through me.

"Now what can we do with it next?" She lifted her body up and began to tease both of us with it, sliding the tip along her slit, then she pushed it flat against my stomach and pressed down on it with her pussy lips. I saw them part either side of my girth as she slid back up, torturing me. She reached the end and for a second I thought it was going to slip inside her, but she slid all the way back, then forwards again.

This time she went that inch further and I felt the tip engage and when she moved back down I could feel myself splitting her open, my cock embedding itself in her wet warm pussy. It was exquisite, her velvety walls embracing me, taking me deep into her, then began a slow gentle rocking motion and I began to pump in and out of her pussy.

She looked magnificent above me, her breasts oscillating gently, her hips rolling, that patch of crinkly hair just not quite concealing the pussy lips stretched tightly round me. There was no urgency to our movements, our bodies comfortable just undulating softly together a warmth spreading over our bodies as the blood filed our capillaries.

"Mmmm" she groaned quietly, "This feels soooo good, I want it to last for ever."

"Why shouldn't it? You could move in permanently."

"But then I'd want this every night, you've no idea how difficult it has been living with you and not being able to do this, I've got myself off most nights thinking about you and that one night we had, and the number of times I've nearly burst into your bedroom in the mornings, knowing you'd be jacking your hard cock."

"You can have it, when I said move in permanently I didn't mean into my house, I meant into my bed."

She stopped moving, my cock still inside her. "You mean it Jack? You really mean it? What about work?"

"We'll find a way round it Laura, we get on well enough so it shouldn't be an issue, although we might have to find a way of keeping our hands off each other during the day. Especially these." I reached up and cupped her breasts as she began to move again and I could see the thoughts running through her brain.

She stayed silent and although I could see she thought the idea attractive, I wondered if she still wanted to maintain some professional and personal distance between us, perhaps she just saw this as an Independence Day fuck, a one off.

Then her movement took on a new intensity, a change in tempo and a smile broke out across her face. "I can't wait to break the news to Patricia, she'll be so envious."

"Then you'll do it?"

"Of course I will Jack, now enough of this, we've got some unfinished business from the conference, and I've got a raincheck to make good on." She slipped off me, her pussy gaping momentarily, and then she turned round and got onto all fours, pushing her backside up into the air. Her pussy lips were swollen with her arousal, the juices glistening over them and her arsehole was still wet, the skin a darker colour than its surrounds.

I scrabbled up to her, my cock sticking at right angles from my body and ran the tip up and down her crease, spreading the slickness along it. The tip grazed over her arsehole and I paused momentarily, pressing into it, "One day Jack," she promised, "but now I want you back where you belong." I slipped back down, spreading her folds to reveal the pinkness inside, then pushed firmly in, driving my cock right to the hilt.

She gasped, "You go so deep this way." I could feel my cock nudging against her cervix, then I pulled back, the glans almost escaping her tight confines, then back in again, watching as her lips stretched tight round me. Whilst I loved the skin on skin feeling of missionary and the sight of her riding me cowboy was incredible, there was something inherently arousing about doggy, a raw animal intensity that inflamed my passions.

I could see her breasts swinging to and fro beneath her body, could hear the slap of our flesh as it collided and my arousal grew exponentially. Clearly it was also doing something to Laura, her head was sinking slowly to the pillow, pushing her arse higher, opening up the sight of her pulsing arsehole even more. I remembered her reaction when I'd pushed my finger in it earlier and wetted my finger again and began to draw circles around it, running the tip round and round getting closer and closer without actually touching it.

"Please Jack," I heard her whimper, what did she want? My finger inside or my cock? I'd only done anal once before, it hadn't been a total success and I knew that now was not the time, it requires significant preparation and both parties must be fully committed so for the time being it had to be my finger.

Gently I pressed the pad against the tiny hole in the centre and teased it, slowly increasing the pressure. I could feel her pushing back and slowly wormed my finger inside, just to the first knuckle. A low sibilant "Yessss" came from the bed and I saw her hand reach up between her legs and start to frig her clit, fingers rubbing briskly at it, bumping into my pumping cock. Faster and faster her hand moved and I began to thrust harder and faster into her, I steadied her hip with my hand as I twisted the finger in her arse and eased it further in. It felt tight and I could feel my cock through the membrane separating her two intimate holes.

"Yes Jack, now. Give it to me now." I rammed my cock hard into her, our bodies clashing and sending ripples across the soft globes of her backside, her fingers reached a crescendo and then I felt it, a pulsing in both her pussy and her arse and I slammed myself into her, pushing my finger in as far as I could.

She screamed and her body began to shudder, the pulsing inside her became tighter round me and suddenly my orgasm rushed to the surface and I exploded, my cock spraying her insides with my hot cum. The blood was singing in my ears and I heard her scream again as her arms finally gave way and she fell forward pulling my finger and cock from her. I followed her down, my cock spurting a last few times into her crease, covering her arsehole with my white cum then we were both still, my body on top of hers, my cock still rubbing slowly up and down her crease.

All was quiet and still, and then I felt her move and wriggle out from under me. We held each other tight as our hearts and breathing returned to normal, then a little voice said, "Can I have fireworks like that every night?"