Dinner, hotel room, and Louise from Lancashire

I was working away from home, in Lancashire, last week. I was only supposed to be away for three days, but ended up staying for four as the client company had a bit of a last-minute nightmare that threw everything off schedule.

They did give me an office in their building that I could use though and assigned their office assistant/secretary “Louise” (not her real name) to babysit me while they were rushing around fixing things on their end.

It’s only a small company, so I’d met her a bunch of times this year, whenever I’ve travelled up in person, or she’s been taking minutes on conference calls, or I’ve had to contact them for things.

She’s one of those naturally flirty people – always teasing, playful, and making a few cheeky comments – and we’ve always gotten along really well. She’s about 5’8 or 5’9, divorced, with long chestnut brown hair, hazel eyes, a gorgeous face (sort of a cross between Angie Harmon and Suzi Perry), slender body, little boobs, and a nice arse. I’ve only ever seen her wear pencil skirts and blouses around their office, and she distracted me more than a few times this week. It doesn’t help that she smells amazing too – wearing one of those perfumes that smells like sweets/candy.

I’d normally consider her off limits, since she works for a client and there’s a risk of people finding out that we hooked up, but I hadn’t had sex with my wife [34F] or fuckbuddy [41F] in almost a month, have been feeling even hornier than usual, and we’d been flirting all week – with her signalling multiple times that she was interested.

I asked her out to dinner with me after work on Friday, my treat. We didn’t invite any of the others, and we both knew that “dinner” meant more than that.

We met at an Italian restaurant that she likes near the city centre, about a fifteen minute walk from the hotel I was staying at. I’d freshened up, changed shirt and suits, and she’d been home and swapped her office clothes for a pair of black jeans, a tight, sheer, long-sleeved black turtleneck with a black bra visible underneath, and a leather jacket. She looked great, and we both had that first date kind of energy while we waited to order.

We had a couple of glasses of wine with our meal, chatted and flirted throughout, and ended up in my hotel room together afterwards. Snogging in the lift on the way up.

She excused herself to use the bathroom while I took my jacket and shoes off and sat waiting for her on the edge of the bed. I took the opportunity to text my wife goodnight, telling her that it had been a long day, that I was going to have an early night, and confirming that I’d be back in time to watch my son’s rugby practice the next day.

Louise and I made out for a while when she came back, with her lying on top of me and my hands all over her.

We helped each other get undressed and I sucked on her tits while she wrapped a hand around my cock and started stroking me. I squeezed her arse again when she took off her jeans, and I worked a hand down the front of her knickers to rub her pussy as we stood kissing.

I whispered that I’d wanted to eat her out all week, and asked her if she wanted me to do that. She said “yes”, and lay back on the bed for me. I peeled her thong off and got on my knees at the side of the bed, kissing my way up her thighs and teasing her a little before running my tongue up her slit and starting to lick her out.

She came for me while I was lapping at her clit. Squeezing my head between her thighs as I sucked on it and licked up her juices.

We made out some more and used our hands on each other: her stroking my cock again, and me fingering her to a second orgasm.

She told me to lie back after that, and moved up between my legs. Licking and sucking on my balls first, then wrapping her lips around the head of my cock and sucking me into her mouth.

I held her hair out of the way while she blew me. Helping to guide her a little too.

She started off slow and gentle, but ended up sucking me harder and faster the more she got into it. She couldn’t deepthroat me, but her technique felt amazing and she left lipstick marks all over my length. She was really enthusiastic and looked insanely hot with my cock in her mouth.

She moved on top of me when it was time to fuck, and I told her that I had condoms if we needed them. She said that it was okay though as she’s on birth control, and reached down to hold my cock steady as she lined us up.

I moaned and grabbed hold of her hips as she sank down onto me. Her pussy felt incredible: tighter than I imagined she would be, absolutely dripping wet, and insanely warm.

She went slow at first. Just taking her time stretching herself out around me and kissing as we fucked.

I started to thrust up into her as she began to build up speed, hearing her moan for me and enjoying the wet noises that her pussy was making.

We switched positions to doggy and she came all over me with her face buried in the sheets within less than a minute or two. I kept fucking her – smacking her arse as I pounded away – and felt her cum a second time, and a third, in quick succession.

I pulled her arms back, behind her. Using them as leverage as I kept fucking her through her orgasm, pounding into her harder and faster now, and making her moan louder. I felt her cum for a fourth time several minutes later, and had to pull out. Rolling her over and asking her to suck on my cock again as I could feel myself getting close but didn’t want to cum yet.

I fingered her while she blew me, and then sank back into her, in the missionary position, with her legs over my shoulders, when I was in control of myself again.

She rubbed with her clit while I fucked her, managing another orgasm that promptly triggered mine. I didn’t even bother asking if she wanted me to pull out, I just thrust into her as deep as I could and unloaded. – Her legs wrapped around my waist at this point, and her arms around my back.

We lay there kissing and catching our breath afterwards. Giddy and making some pillow talk.

We put the TV on in the background and ended up fucking twice more before she showered and got a taxi home.

I’d said that she was welcome to stay the night if she wanted, but she’d told her daughter that she’d be back that evening, so had to leave.

I walked her outside, kissed her goodbye, and told her that I hope we’ll get a chance to do that again the next time I’m up North.