James hurried back to his hotel room, hoping desperatly he would arrive first and finally jerk off without Alex around. He inserted his room key into the slot and peered cautiously into the room—it was thankfully empty. Alex must have stayed behind for cocktails after her presentation. Knowing that every second was precious, James stripped down and laid naked on his bed, cock in hand already stroking. It didn't take long for him to get hard—days worth of cum and his earlier fantasies meant that he was long overdue for an orgasm. He thought back to the presentation, where Alex's eyes met his own eyes, with him on the brink of orgasm. Only this time, instead of the lights going on, Alex, never breaking eye contact, would stride down to him, heels clicking against the marble floor and stopping in front of him. In his fantasy, she would unbutton her blouse and offer him a sweet supple nipple to suck on, while reaching her fingers between her legs to circle her clit. James would throw aside the blazer, all pretension aside, and pull out his fat throbbing cock, thrusting the pre-cum slick dick between her soft thighs, mouth glued to her tit, sucking desperately while she fingered herself.
James thought of Alex's small perky breasts in his mouth and his cock swelled in his hand. It wouldn't take long now, for him to cum. He couldn't count how many times he had thought of sucking on those tits in business meetings, of grabbing those breast and pulling on her rosebud nipples. In his fantasy, Alex straddled him, his cock between her thighs and languidly nipped at his neck, chest and ears until he couldn't bear it anymore. With one mighty thrust, James shoved his raging boner inside his boss. His fantasy was so real that he could feel her warm wet pussy contracting around his cock, milking out the cum, squeezing every drop from his balls. He couldn't help moaning as his hips thrust his cock into his hand, humping the air.
At that moment, the door to the hotel room opened and Alex strode in—right into James masturbating towards orgasm. James stopped mid thrust, horrified at being caught, but still unbelievably turned on. Alex's face revealed no emotion. She dropped off her bag, kicked off her heels and went into the bathroom.
Still hard, James scrambled to get dressed. He put on his boxers, his erection tenting the fabric and reached for his pants. Cursing, he remembered that they were inside the bathroom. He paced outside the bathroom, unsure whether to confront and apologize to Alex, or whether to cut his losses and escape the room. Cautiously, he peered into the bathroom. Alex had taken her blouse and pencil skirt off to reveal a black throng, black lacy bra, and thigh high hose, held up by a garter belt. She stood in front of the mirror, reapplying lipstick, not noticing James peering into the bathroom.
The sight of Alex in her bra and panties engorged James' cock again. Unconsciously, he began to rub his cock again—jutting into his hand, wishing it were Alex's hand, thighs or pussy instead. He leaned against the doorframe, humping quietly, staring at Alex's perfect ass and delicate tits, desperately hoping that she wouldn't notice—just for a little longer—just so he could have his moment of pleasure. James squeezed his eyes shut, his breath coming in little gasps and grunts. Suddenly he fell forward onto his knees; Alex had opened the bathroom door.
She stood before him, her—gorgeous and calm in her matching undergarments, James on his knees, naked except his boxers, barely covering his jutting boner. He looked up at her, unsure what to say.
"Well, you've been a bad, horny boy, haven't you? So desperate to cum," she murmured.
