They had known each other for about seven years. She worked for a company providing support services to his firm, and they worked together regularly, and had often got together for a drink and a chat at various industry conferences. Indeed when she had started out completely new to the industry he had taken her under his wing and taught her something of the trade, and she had gone on to provide a first class service and become not just a good friend to him but also much liked by everyone else in the firm.
Her task was much helped by her bubbly and rather flirty personality and good looks. This was readily helped by her five foot four well proportioned figure, blond hair and a ready smile. She was always battling with her weight and despite occasional forays to the gym this was not helped by two pregnancies and a job which left her in the car for far too long. It was a battle she had not lost and was helped by her generous breasts which somehow would have seen out of proportion on a slimmer figure.
He has always quite fancied her and had once made a vague proposition at a conference when they were away from home and had both had a bit too much to drink, only to shown the limits. A liaison would threaten her job she had said, beside they were both happily married with families, and seemed content for things to stay that way, and anyway he thought that at pushing 50 he was probably seen as old by someone a decade younger. With rapidly thinning hair, a greying beard and more aches in the morning than there used to be, he was beginning to recognise that age was creeping up on him.
Sure she had featured in his masturbatory fantasies when alone in a hotel room late at night or watching a porn film, not least because of the occasional glimpse of a tattoo on her lower back when she leant forward, something he had always found attractive, and the size of her breasts, as he had always been a breast man, but it was quite without expectation. They continued to flirt gently when they met if circumstances allowed it and had remained good friends and were likely to remain so.
Midsummer saw him away from home at another trade convention where he was going to be busy for the inside of a week. She arrived two days later and they met for drink in the evening with a couple of his colleagues whom she had been entertaining. He had an early start and went up to his room early but couldn't sleep. After half an hour he gave up trying and lay gently playing with his prick while letting his imagination indulge in stripping her naked, and gently working them both up to climax. He had just ejaculated into a towel had a wash and got back into be when a chip announced the arrival of a text on his mobile. "R U up?" From her. Well five minutes ago I was he thought but not much chance of that now. It was 1am. He didn't answer.
Five minutes later another text: "I guess you are asleep. I know I am drunk but I still know what I want and I want you"
His eyes popped out on stalks as he read it. This sort of thing only happened in books, not to middle aged middle management. What did he want anyway? What were the implications of this for both of them? It could all get very complicated. Turning these things over in his mind he drifted off to sleep.
He woke still confused, was it all just another fantasy? No, the text was still on his phone and that was real enough. This would have to be resolved one way or another but not just now. He had a meeting to run for the rest of the day and didn't have time to give it all much more thought. He finished the day with little time to spare before the conference dinner dance, and once there decided to enjoy himself, dancing with all the women he knew and several he didn't and generally letting his hair down while drinking more than he realised. The dance finished soon after midnight and along with everyone else he headed for the bar for a nightcap. She was already there and joined him in a drink before heading for the lift and bed.
They entered the lift together and looked at each other as the doors closed and a second later they were locked together, arms round each other holding each other tight. "Fourth Floor" said the disembodied voice of the lift with its mid-Atlantic accent. They separated. It wouldn't take much to set tongues wagging and the hotel was full of convention delegates. He looked at her with eyebrows raised in question and she gave a slight nod of acknowledgement and followed him out of the lift and down the corridor into his room without encountering anyone else
As the door to the room shut they faced each other in the dark and clutched each other again and their lips met, gently to start with and then with increasing passion. The tip of her tongue slipped out and met his as their hands gently explored each others backs. There was definitely more of her than the girls he remembered cuddling in years gone by before his marriage. He could feel her large breast pressing up against him. Fast or slow? He thought before setting on slow, hell at this age one wants more than a quickie. Age has many disadvantages when it comes to sex, but it does teach patience, besides it was a long time since he had kissed a girl like this and alcohol or not he was enjoying it.
Lips eyes, cheek neck ears, the kiss seemed to last an age and was gradually building in intensity. God knows how long it was before they came up for air he certainly neither knew nor cared. She started on his top pulling it over his head, once off he started on her's and tried to follow with her bra. It was a long time since he had practiced the art of getting a girls bra off with one hand, but with a bit of a struggle and some giggling he prevailed. It fell on the floor and he caught his breath, she had the most glorious breasts, large and heavy but without any sag and a much better shape for being unfettered. Even in the dark he could make out large areolas surmounted by firm nipples from the street light filtering thought the window. He couldn't resist fondling them, and she gave a groan of passion and hung on to him tighter casing them both to loose their footing and fall sideways onto the bed still hanging on to each other with him on top. He pushed himself up to look at her but she pulled him back down again and he nuzzled her breasts before sucking hard on each nipple which she seemed to enjoy even more. She pushed him off and for a moment he thought she was having second thoughts, but it was only allow her to get her boots off and wiggle out of her trousers and knickers, he hurried to join her naked on the bed.
He reached up and put on the reading light. He had to see what she looked like naked. He had fantasised about it often enough and if this was just going to be a one off at least he would have reality on which to base his fantasies not just imagination.
She was glorious. Blond hair, blue eyes, breasts you could loose yourself in now flopping gently to the side without loosing their shape, a flat stomach with a neat belly button and a tattoo on each flank tapering down to a mons with sparse blond pubic hair below which the lips of vulva could be seen protruding between her firm thighs. Slim she was not but she was beautifully proportioned and looked as if she had stepped strait out of a Rubens painting.
He set to work to enjoy her in all her glory, He had always felt that good sex was about touching feeling and licking as much as fucking, and she seemed to be enjoying his attentions as his hands wandered lightly over her body followed by his tongue and lips, breasts belly, belly button, mons all got their share of attention. As he worked lower she spread her thighs and he kissed the tops before lightly brushing the lips of her pussy with his tongue. She wriggled and pushed her pelvis up but he moved back up again to kiss her hard on the lips again.
