Corporate Chaos & Burning Desires

I love it when we get to go to work together. Although we are often away at the same time we are rarely in the same city overnight. It’s a shame that we will be at different ends of the city. At least we have a short flight and a taxi ride together before we go our separate ways. You must have some important meetings today as you’re looking fabulous. Heels, stockings, that little black dress hugging tightly to your body, hair smartly tied back and those black rim glasses we picked up in Rome. I wish we weren’t heading to London and were headed home instead.

We kiss before we go our separate ways, and I take one more longing look at you.

“Like what you see?” you ask.

My smile gives me away, and as you turn, you add, “Enjoy your fancy hotel.”

After my morning meetings, I grab the opportunity to check into my hotel. As predicted, my work found me an amazing hotel on the Southbank. I check in and head up to my room on the 32d floor. To the left, it overlooks the Houses of Parliament and the Thames that snakes its way through the heart of London. St. Paul’s Cathedral and the City of London are to my right. I snap a photo and send it to you in a text, asking, “What is your room like up in Camden?”

I know it’s not going to be as nice, and a few hours later you respond with a photo of a basic hotel room. The view is of a dodgy burger shack at the end of Camden High street.

“I bet your view will be amazing from there tonight,” you text.

I respond with a simple, “I will let you know.”

I press on with my schedule, heading to my next appointment. The day passes slowly. I head back to the hotel, shower, meet my clients and head out for dinner and a few drinks.

Around 11:00 you text back. “I’m heading back to my hotel. Enjoy your view.”

“It’s only a view if its worth sharing. I’m heading back soon too. Wish you were here. I can’t get the vision of you from this morning out of my mind.”

“Sleep well,” you respond.

As I get back to my room, it’s dimly lit by two small bedside lights. The bed has been turned down, with the obligatory chocolate on the pillow.

It’s been a long exhausting day, so I pop the chocolate in my mouth and head for the bathroom. I find a shower is the quickest way of washing away the stress of the day. Turning the light off, I leave the bathroom towel round my waist. The other is draped round my neck over my shoulders. I head to the window and pull back the curtains. You were right about the view. It’s amazing, with thousands of twinkling lights sprawled below me. The beacon at the top of Canary Wharf shines red intermittently atop its lofty perch. The river cruisers are ferrying the last commuters East towards Greenwich.

I am startled by a knock at the door. It’s 11:30, and I’m not expecting it. Padding over to the door, I look through the peephole. The view is obscured somehow.

“Who is it?”

No response. The door knocks again, and with my view still obscured, I open it.

As the door opens, your face looks back at me with a naughty smile strewn across it that lights up your eyes.

“You didn’t send me a photo of the view,” you say.

You grab the towel round my neck and pull me in for a long kiss. I walk backwards, and you follow me step for step, closing the door behind you. Our lips touch again, and our tongues explore each other’s mouths. Having you surprise me in my room tonight is the perfect tonic for erasing the day.

As we kiss, you place your hands on my torso and feel my body. Your touch is warm on my skin. You push me back towards the bed and ask me to sit. Then you step back. I can now see you properly for the first time.

Parting your coat a little, you turn and rest on the desk behind you. As you do I see you’re in those black heels with the red soles (another purchase from our Rome trip). Your black nylons fit tight to your calf, disappearing under your black coat.

“You should have sent me a picture of you by that window after your shower,” you say as you turn. “I have been thinking of you and that view all day. It’s made me a little excited to think what we could do with a view like that.”

Undoing the belt on your coat, you part it to reveal a glimpse of the treat below. As your coat slides back off your shoulders, I see you in your absolute beauty. Your nylons cling to your long legs as they rise up past your knees and over your thighs. I reach out and run my hands up the outside of your legs, a finger traveling along the top edge of your holdups. Then I run my fingers down the inside of your legs to your knees.

Sliding them back up the inside of your thighs, I run up over the edge and onto your skin. My fingers feel warm against you after your trip in the cold.

Your skin is perfect in this light. My fingertips slowly move up until they reach your tight little pair of black panties. You open your stance, and I let my finger trace the edge of your undies up one leg, following the seam. Then back down again, tracing your shape over your panties. First one then the other leg. On my second pass, I press a little harder on your clit, feeling your warmth through the material. It’s not only warm but a little wet.

“I have been thinking about that view a lot,” you say with a smile.

I let my fingers trace over the lace again. They move from your clit down the shape of your labia to where you entrance waits below. Gently sliding my small finger under the hem of your panties, I run my finger up your lips. Your wetness is warm and inviting. I slide out, then bring it to my mouth for a taste..

My hands run around and feel your bum. Pulling you close, I kiss your tummy as you near me. I can smell your sweetness in the air as my lips kiss your body. Looking up at you, I see your shapely boobs cocooned in a black bra. Your clear eyes stare down at me.

You step back and look at me, before smiling and kneeling down. Your hands dive under my towel and spread my legs.

“I want to have sex with you,” you say. “I don’t want to make love tonight; let’s be raw and wild instead.”

As you say it, your hands are working up my thighs until you find my penis caged under the towel. Grasping me forcefully with your hand, you stroke me back and forth.

I lean in to kiss your lips again, my tongue desperate to play with yours as we kiss feverishly. You release one hand and, placing it on my chest, push me back towards the bed a little. My legs hang over the edge.

You move quickly to release the towel around my waist, your other hand still pulling at my cock. Then you change your grip to hold me firmly as you jerk my cock up and down.

Your head moves lower. Your lips slide over the head of my penis, your warm mouth taking me in as you lower yourself down my shaft in time with your hands. Occasionally, as you reach my tip, you flick it with your tongue before plunging me deep into your mouth.

With your mouth now in control of my shaft you move your hand to play with my balls. My back arches in pleasure, which makes my hips rise further. That allows you to take me even deeper. Your hand plays with my balls as your little finger curls under to tickle my bum hole. The sensation is such a shock of pleasure I arch my back again. Once more you take me deeper in your mouth. It’s not long before I am asking you to stop.

“Please don’t make me cum yet,” I ask.

But it’s too late. A few more deep thrusts and a finger pressing against my bum and I am exploding. I try and pull out as always, but you hold my hips tightly and keep me in your mouth. I pump my cum down your throat. You take it all. I see you swallow before you move up my body to kiss me. I can taste my cum on your lips.

My hands run around and feel your bum. Pulling you close, I kiss your tummy as you near me. I can smell your sweetness in the air as my lips kiss your body. Looking up at you, I see your shapely boobs cocooned in a black bra. Your clear eyes stare down at me.

You step back and look at me, before smiling and kneeling down. Your hands dive under my towel and spread my legs.

“I want to have sex with you,” you say. “I don’t want to make love tonight; let’s be raw and wild instead.”

As you say it, your hands are working up my thighs until you find my penis caged under the towel. Grasping me forcefully with your hand, you stroke me back and forth.

I lean in to kiss your lips again, my tongue desperate to play with yours as we kiss feverishly. You release one hand and, placing it on my chest, push me back towards the bed a little. My legs hang over the edge.

You move quickly to release the towel around my waist, your other hand still pulling at my cock. Then you change your grip to hold me firmly as you jerk my cock up and down.

Your head moves lower. Your lips slide over the head of my penis, your warm mouth taking me in as you lower yourself down my shaft in time with your hands. Occasionally, as you reach my tip, you flick it with your tongue before plunging me deep into your mouth.

With your mouth now in control of my shaft you move your hand to play with my balls. My back arches in pleasure, which makes my hips rise further. That allows you to take me even deeper. Your hand plays with my balls as your little finger curls under to tickle my bum hole. The sensation is such a shock of pleasure I arch my back again. Once more you take me deeper in your mouth. It’s not long before I am asking you to stop.

“Please don’t make me cum yet,” I ask.

But it’s too late. A few more deep thrusts and a finger pressing against my bum and I am exploding. I try and pull out as always, but you hold my hips tightly and keep me in your mouth. I pump my cum down your throat. You take it all. I see you swallow before you move up my body to kiss me. I can taste my cum on your lips.

My hands run around and feel your bum. Pulling you close, I kiss your tummy as you near me. I can smell your sweetness in the air as my lips kiss your body. Looking up at you, I see your shapely boobs cocooned in a black bra. Your clear eyes stare down at me.

You step back and look at me, before smiling and kneeling down. Your hands dive under my towel and spread my legs.

“I want to have sex with you,” you say. “I don’t want to make love tonight; let’s be raw and wild instead.”

As you say it, your hands are working up my thighs until you find my penis caged under the towel. Grasping me forcefully with your hand, you stroke me back and forth.

I lean in to kiss your lips again, my tongue desperate to play with yours as we kiss feverishly. You release one hand and, placing it on my chest, push me back towards the bed a little. My legs hang over the edge.

You move quickly to release the towel around my waist, your other hand still pulling at my cock. Then you change your grip to hold me firmly as you jerk my cock up and down.

Your head moves lower. Your lips slide over the head of my penis, your warm mouth taking me in as you lower yourself down my shaft in time with your hands. Occasionally, as you reach my tip, you flick it with your tongue before plunging me deep into your mouth.

With your mouth now in control of my shaft you move your hand to play with my balls. My back arches in pleasure, which makes my hips rise further. That allows you to take me even deeper. Your hand plays with my balls as your little finger curls under to tickle my bum hole. The sensation is such a shock of pleasure I arch my back again. Once more you take me deeper in your mouth. It’s not long before I am asking you to stop.

“Please don’t make me cum yet,” I ask.

But it’s too late. A few more deep thrusts and a finger pressing against my bum and I am exploding. I try and pull out as always, but you hold my hips tightly and keep me in your mouth. I pump my cum down your throat. You take it all. I see you swallow before you move up my body to kiss me. I can taste my cum on your lips.

I feel my body relax as you take me into your arms. I close my eyes and drink in the scent of your body. You bring me closer and closer until we are nose to nose. We kiss deeply, savoring the taste of each other's bodies. You are wearing your black heels with the red soles and your black nylons, clinging tight to your calf and disappearing under your black coat. You hold me tightly, as you stroke my face with your fingertips. I feel a shiver run down my spine as you pull me into your embrace. Your hips move against my back as you slowly lower me to the bed. You gently unbuckle the belt on your coat, and pull it open to reveal a glimpse of your treat below. It is hard to look away from that sight. As you slide it off your shoulders, I see you in your absolute beauty. Your nylons cling to your long legs as they rise up past your knees and over your thighs. Your eyes are closed as you reach for my cock beneath the towel. You lift the towel off, and quickly slide it back down before you start your assault on my body. You move your hands up my legs and begin to tease me. Soon, it is time to have sex. You hold my hips tightly as you bring your lips to my shaft and start licking your way deeper. I moan in pleasure as you take me further into ecstasy.

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