Natasha is one of my technical staff. She was originally from Russia but had moved to London when she married a Brit. That marriage didn't last long and, when she joined my team, she was engaged to another man who seemed to like.
She is an attractive woman - dark hair, brown eyes, heart-shaped face, slim and lithe with a flat stomach and a nice bust, not too large but in keeping with her slim figure. She has a cheeky and somewhat naughty disposition, is clever and articulate, and also damn sexy.
She had an ongoing affair with another colleague, and lots of the others would have loved to spend some intimate time with her. I enjoy teasing her and flirting with her and she responds in similar fashion.
Some time ago I had to deal with a problem in Moscow for one of our Russian clients. This required technical support, so I asked Natasha and one of her colleagues to make the trip. The client asked to see me, so I went as well. We were booked into a western hotel as it is a good, secure establishment.
On the second day of the trip, we arranged a dinner with the client at the hotel. This was a typical Russian dinner, with lots of vodka, endless toasts and expressions of friendship, and a thoroughly enjoyable evening. After it had all ended, I went up to my room, had a bath, called home, then got into bed.
I'd only just laid down when the 'phone rang. It was Natasha. She asked if I could come and check what she had planned for the next day. I said that I was now in bed and I would check it in the morning. However she said she would really appreciate my opinion now in case she had to change her planned solution. I said I would but that it would have to be quick. So I put on a bathrobe and slippers and went to her room.
Natasha was still dressed in the clothes that she wore to dinner - a blouse and skirt. She had a glass of wine in her hand. I apologised for being in a bathrobe and she said that it didn't matter. She asked if I'd like a glass of wine too, which I accepted. Then we sat down at the table and looked at her plans.
Once I'd been over them we talked a bit about the dinner and how the clients had been. We agreed that perhaps we'd gone a bit overboard on the vodka, but that it had been largely successful.
She asked if I was able to cope easily with the Russian culture. I replied that dealing with her had taught me a lot and I quite enjoyed the Russian approach.
Then quite out of the blue she asked me if I thought Russian girls were good looking. I said that the ones I'd met were very good looking. Then she asked if I thought she was attractive. Well, that got my attention and I realised then why she'd asked me to check her plans. So I decided to play along.....
"Yes," I said, "I think you are attractive. I also think you are damn sexy."
She smiled at me. "I think you're very attractive too," and then leaned forward and kissed me. Not a peck, but a full-on passionate kiss with an open mouth, probing tongue and hands holding my face. That really turned me on.
I was at rather a disadvantage as all I was wearing was a bathrobe and my cock was about to poke out of it. But I thought the hell with it and pulled her close to me, my hands kneading her buttocks. Then I moved behind her and kissed the back of her neck, reaching round and undoing her blouse.
Her bosom strained against her bra, her nipples pushing out the material. I rubbed my hands over them feeling them hard and erect, then undid her bra and let it fall to the floor. I reached round again to take her breasts in my hands, holding and supporting them and using my fingers to pinch her nipples.
In the mean time she had found my cock and was playing with it, encircling it with her thumb and forefinger and running up and down the shaft.
I kissed her neck, then bit it gently and sucked it while still playing with her breasts. After a few minutes she turned around to face me and we kissed deeply.
Her blouse joined her bra on the floor and my hands roamed over her back, feeling her shoulders, up and down her spine, then the hollow just above her buttocks.
I found the zip to her skirt and undid it. She wriggled out of it and let it fall to the floor.
Soon I was feeling her buttocks through the material of her panties. I slid my hands over them and down so that my fingers could touch the back of her legs and then under her panties to feel the flesh of her groin. I could feel the pubic hairs around her slit and it took only a few more moments for me to touch her labia. She groaned into my mouth.
