Greg heard the door open behind him and smiled, but his eyes didn't waver from the glowing laptop screen on the black desk in front of him. Her plane was right on time. He needed to finish writing this code for work tomorrow, but that was going to be just a bit harder now with the distraction walking in. The door closed heavily and slowly footsteps approached him. His heartbeat quickened knowing she drew near and his mind went fuzzy on his work. Sara stood beside him and, without even looking at him, grabbed the far side of the desk and leaned over to rest her torso on the space Greg had cleared for her to his right. She laid her head down looking away from him and then she waited.
He wanted to look at her very badly, wanted to extend a hand to caress an oh-so-soft butt cheek or feel her beautiful flowing black hair, but that wasn't part of the fantasy and he had a job to do. Concentrating on the screen again, Greg breathed slowly and thought about his problem. The half-solution he had been working on required some tweaking and several hidden gotchas needed working around. What he was doing was about as far from sexy as you can get, but still she waited.
Twenty minutes later and checking the test results one last time, Greg was satisfied that the code would work, but it didn't feel as elegant as it should be. Too many workarounds cluttered the flow, but he'd looked at the problem for too long now to see anything new. He would review the changes with his colleagues tomorrow, but for now this would have to do. With that, he rolled his chair away from the desk and finally looked over at the woman splayed across the hotel desk.
Taking the scene before him in, he swallowed hard. Sara's luscious rump was very close at hand and jutting up perfectly thanks to her red high heel pumps. It was all he could do to stop himself from taking her right then, but she had come a long way for this and he wanted to give her a night she would never forget. Black stockings wrapped her shapely legs and disappeared mid-thigh under her black dress with red highlights. Wanting to know if she was wearing the stockings just as he had asked, Greg let his fingertips touch her left leg just above the knee, then caressed slow circles up her leg. Soon he found the top welt and eventually the stocking ended just short of her groin, just as he had wanted.
He longed to see those stockings complimenting her bent-over pussy, but for now he was enjoying playing under her dress, as did Sara. Her body twitched at having his hand so close to her, so he rubbed his fingers into the lace panties over her slit. Immediately she tensed up and pressed back at him, contorting her perfect body on the desk to do so. Pressing harder over her clit worked her up more and he could hear her breathing start to labor. Working his way back down to her opening, he brushed aside the delicate fabric and smeared his fingers into her wetness. His fingers danced around her hole while she tried furiously to take them in. He occasionally flitted his fingers up across her clit to squeals of delight, then suddenly plunged two fingers inside her and felt her instantly clamp down on them with a loud groan. Working his fingers in and out, she responded determinedly in kind, moan volume increasing, until finally she orgasmed and rested again, taking a deep breath.
Greg loved everything about getting Sara off, but sadly had occasion to do so rarely. His work as a consultant took him all over the country, but seemingly never close to his distant lover. When she had agreed to fly to him for an extended visit, he was ecstatic. When she agreed to indulge his fantasy while doing so, he was apoplectic.
