I am a 36 year old female IT consultant from South Africa. I work for a company called Globaltech IT Solutions .
"Just to give you a basic picture of me; I'm a little over the age line into respectable maturity, as befits an IT consultant for an international firm. I've also got just enough height, for a woman, that I don't have to crane my neck very much to look the men in the office right in their eyes. Even if I sometimes have to cheat a little by wearing heels.
"My eyes, by the way, do that brown-to-green shift that's gotten me labeled as hazel-eyed for my whole life. As to the body below those eyes, let's just say I've got at least a good-sized handful each between my chin and my navel; and I have been known to draw some appreciative whistles from men walking behind me. Which is terribly sexist. And flattering." I am married, but I love to flirt.
The company I work for is a worldwide agency and I have had the opportunity to meet many co-workers online although I never really got the chance to meet a number of them in person.
An opportunity has arisen for me to travel to Austria, to attend the World IT conference -- which was being hosted by our company. I am particularly excited about making this journey as I had become attached to one particular co-worker from our Austrian branch.
The fellow employee I so want to meet in person was Marcus who is a 37 year old IT specialist. He's the one who has helped me on more than one occasion with solving problems. And those problems were not just work related, but he'd also been helping me with my sex life. To put it more bluntly: we had been having online sex daily.
I arrive at Vienna airport with a group of ten people from my company. We were taken to Lantz Hotel in Vienna which was the venue for the conference.
I settle into my room and rest a little. After this, I finally awake and get ready to attend the introductory seminar regarding the WITC. I know I'll be dressing in a conservative manner in a skirt suit, I want to look sexy for Marcus, but I also know that I have to blend in.
My thoughts keep racing towards Marcus and the prospect of having actual, in-real-life sex with him. I imagine us ripping off our clothes and just losing ourselves in the raw physical act of fucking.
I go to the bathroom & turn on the faucet. Steam fills the room, misting up the huge mirror. I quickly strip off my t-shirt & black thong panties.
I step in the shower, sighing deeply as the hot water cascades over me. I gently soap my body with fragrant body wash as I indulge in wicked thoughts of Marcus; of him touching me and teasing me. I run my hands over my body while soaping myself; but I'm imagining Marcus' hands on me.
I picture him standing behind me with his chest to my back. His hard cock, slippery & wet is rubbing against my ass as his hands work magically over my breasts. He's teasing and taunting my erect nipples. I get carried away in the moment; but then I let go of the fantasy and shake myself out of my reverie.
I proceed to wash my pussy, squeezing some body wash in my palm and gently working it over my clit. I let my fingers linger longer than necessary on my engorged nub and my slippery fingers rubbing my sex feel so good. My thoughts are of Marcus as I remember I once had my webcam on while we chatted and he watched me shower. It was very erotic.
I rinse off and get out the shower.
Standing in front of the mirror with just a towel around me, I let the towel drop to the floor. I look into the mirror and tweak my nipples and then I run my one hand over my body, finally reaching down to my shaved pussy. I run my thumb over my clit and I slip a finger into my wetness ... I feel so aroused.
I pinch my nipples harder and continue to finger my pussy, imagining that its Marcus's tongue on my pussy. I moan and rock my hips back and forth on my finger, imagining Marcus's hard cock fucking me. I cum hard in a glorious orgasm. I'm moaning and shaking from the vibrations and sensations of my orgasm.
I feel so good.