My company is sending me to Denver to train a new girl in the office. I am an administrative assistant and have been with my company for 14 years and occasionally, when a new girl is hired elsewhere in the country, I am sent to teach her "the ropes". This is only my third trip out of town in the last two years.
I have been married to Ron for 16 years and have been completely faithful to him. He is a loving husband and is very good to me. I know he has had a few affairs, but it doesn't bother me too much since he is so good in all other ways.
Our sex life is pretty good, although after 16 years, it has lost some of the spark that it had in the beginning. Ron sees to it that I have an orgasm most of the time. (Sometimes I have to fake it.) His main problem is that he usually gets through too early. He will usually get me off with his finger or mouth.
I am a little apprehensive about flying since I do it so rarely. I am nervous as I take my seat on the plane. I sit next to the window so that I can see the scenery go by during the flight. A nice looking man takes the isle seat next to me. He looks about 40 with greying temples, very distinguished. He is wearing a business suit and puts his brief case in the rack above our seat.
After takeoff, he begins small talk and I enjoy talking with him. His name is Jim. The time passes fast. We discuss our jobs, families, and hobbies. I notice him looking at my legs and breasts. I also notice that my blouse has gaped open and he can see right down to my bra and the tops of my white breasts. I can feel myself blush and hope he doesn't notice. I discretely shift my position so that my blouse closes. I glance at his lap. There is a slight bulge at his crotch. He asks where I am staying in Denver. "Holiday Inn."
"The one near the airport?"
"Yes."
"So am I. Want to have dinner tonight?"
"I am a happily married woman."
"It's just dinner at the hotel."
"Ok, remember, its just dinner. No more."
"Ok, meet me in the lobby at 7:30."
"Ok"
When I check into the hotel, I go to my room and lay on the bed and relax a few minutes before I have to get ready for dinner. I fall asleep for a few minutes. It is time to get ready. In the shower I pay special attention to my breasts and wash them very carefully and tenderly, thinking back to this afternoon and thinking of Jim looking at them. I am wondering if he would like to be here washing them for me. I massage them and squeeze them. My soapy right hand moves down to my pussy and begins to wash there as I think about Jim and fantasizing about him in the shower with me.
"Settle down, girl, you're a married woman and thoughts like this can get you into trouble", I thought to myself.
I finish my shower and dry off. I step out of the bathroom. There is a full length mirror on the closet door and I stop to look at myself. I don't look too bad for a 36 year old woman. My breasts sag very little and I still have a small waist and my legs don't look bad either. My black hair looks good tonight also. I think I look pretty sexy. I feel good about myself.
As I carefully put on my makeup, looking at myself in the mirror, I began to feel very sexy. I am looking forward to having a good time tonight. It has been 16 years since I have had a "date". I decided to dress sexy. Although there would be no sex tonight, it has been a long time since I tried to turn a man on and I was going to try it tonight.
I put on a skirt and blouse. The skirt is charcoal mid-calf length and the blouse is white silk. I sit on the bed with pantyhose in my hand about to put them on. I pause a second...if I am going to be tonight I think I will not to wear them tonight. As I look at myself in the mirror again, I give myself the final inspection, I can barely see my bra through the thin blouse. A thought struck me! Why not! I take off the blouse and bra and put the blouse back on. Back to the mirror. My nipples showed through just a enough. Ron had tried to get me to go braless several times during our marriage, and I did a few times, but never with a blouse this thin.
The times I did go braless, I felt very uncomfortable. Tonight is different. I am in a strange city and will see no one I know. I leave the top two buttons unfastened. This is not like me at all, but it is exhilarating.
I meet Jim in the lobby at 7:30. As I walk toward him, I can feel my braless breasts bounce underneath my shear blouse with each step I take. My walk has a little extra bounce in it tonight and I feel a little risque. I can tell that he notices. He is wearing a dark suit, white shirt, and red tie. He looks very distinquished.
We have a glass of wine before dinner and another during and another after. I usually don't drink more than two and am feeling a little tipsy. Jim can't keep his eyes off my breasts. It makes me feel very alluring.
"They have a live band in the bar here at the hotel. Would you like to go in for a drink?"
"No, I have to get up early and I have had more drinks than I need already.", I answer.
"Just one drink and a dance or two."
"Ok, just one drink, then I must go to bed."
We leave the dining room and go to the bar and find a table in the back of the room. The band is playing oldies. We order more wine and Jim takes my hand and holds it. I feel like a teenage girl on my first date. I am having fun. It is very romantic. The band begins to play a slow song and Jim asks me to dance.
When we get to the dance floor, Jim takes me in his arms and holds me close to him. My breast presses into his chest. I know he can feel it. I lay my head against his. He can really dance good. In a few minutes, I feel him beginning to get hard and pressing against my thigh. His chest is massaging my breast. I am beginning to get turned on. Suddenly I notice that I have pressed my pubic bone against his thigh. I hadn't even noticed when I did it!
After the dance we return to our table and finish our wine and have one more dance. This time while he holds me close, Jim's hand finds its way all the way around my back, under my arm and presses against the edge of my breast. His other hand begins to work it's way to my ass.
"Jim", I say firmly. He moves the hand away from my ass, but doesn't move the one near my breast. Again he is hard and my pubic bone presses against his thigh. I feel wet between my legs. My head is against his and I am breathing on his ear. He holds me tighter and our bodies seem to blend together.
After the dance, we leave the bar.
"I will walk you to your room", he offers.
"Just to the door", I caution him. I can tell he is turned on and if I let him into my room, it will become a wrestling match.
My room is on the fourth floor. When we get in the elevator, Jim takes me in his arms and kisses me.
"Jim", I again say it firmly. "I like you and you are a very nice man. I have had a wonderful time tonight, but I will not cheat on my husband."
The elevator reaches the fourth floor and the doors open. We walk hand in hand to my room. We get to the door. I turn to him.
"Thank you for dinner. It was a fun night."
He puts his arms around me and kisses me again. This time I can't resist putting my arms around his neck and returning his kiss. His right hand discovers my braless left breast and very very gently squeezes it through my thin silk blouse. I hear myself gasp. Without thinking, I press my breast into the palm of his hand. My breathing accelerates. No man other than my husband has put his hand on my breast in over 16 years. I know I must stop him, but it feels so good that I want to let it continue for just a few minutes. My panties get wet again. It feels SOOOO GOOOOD the way he caresses my breast. I have not felt this way in a long time. His tongue slides into my mouth. His other begins to rub my butt. I don't notice that he is working my skirt up and soon only my panties are between his hand and my butt! His hand slides from by butt around to the front of my panties to my pubic mound! He presses his finger against my very thin wet panties and begins lightly tracing the outline of my tingling outer lips. Without realizing it, I spread my legs slightly. His finger presses into the crack between my swollen pussy lips. He finds my throbbing clit. My knees are trembling. I begin to pant.
"Oooohhhhh!...Nooo... Please stop...someone will see us."
I move my hand down to remove his hand from between my legs. He takes my wrist and places my hand on his crotch. I feel his hard dick going down his leg under his pants. I automatically encircle it with my fingers and begin moving my hand up and down.
"Let's go inside your room."
"I would love...to make love to you...but I can't...I have never made love...to anyone but my husband." I can hardly talk, I am so excited. I can't breathe.
He continues fondling my soft breast making circular motions with his hand, moving my responsive breast in circles. His other hand returns to my panties and finds it's way between my lips and begins to rub my awaiting clit. I am loosing control. My hand is still rubbing up and down his hard dick. I am astonished at how big it is. I can hardly reach around it. His hand slips under the leg band of my panties and finds my hot well lubricated opening. He gently pushes a finger inside and slides it in and out. The palm of his hand is brushing against my clit.
"Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh!", I moan quietly. It feels incredible. My hips rotate back and forth. I am quivering all over. I am on the edge of orgasm. I think maybe I should take him into my room.
At that moment a door opens down the hall and brings us back to reality.
He quickly removes his hands and I straighten my clothes. A man comes out the door and walks down the hall in our direction. I know I look flushed.
I quickly turn, unlock my door and step inside.
"Thanks again for a wonderful night, Jim." I close the door before he can answer and before he can enter the room. Safe at last! I dress for bed and turn out the light. As I lay in the bed, I think back over the night.