Through half-lidded eyes I watched the sky turn to a rosy glow. I listened contentedly to the sound of birds greeting the dawn and the steady rhythm of my lover's breathing, as she lay nestled in my arms. I inhaled the scent of her hair and moved a wispy lock from her cheek before planting a gentle kiss upon it. Then I slowly disentangled our entwined limbs and rose from the bed. She opened her eyes slightly and, in a sleepy voice, whispered, "See you at the office." Then she closed her eyes and scooted to the part of the bed I had just occupied. She hugged my pillow to her breasts and sighed deeply.
I tore my gaze away from this beautiful sight, gathered my clothes and walked downstairs. I quickly dressed and returned to my hotel for a shower, a shave, and fresh clothing. I had plenty of time before the office opened so I ordered a huge breakfast from room service and enjoyed a particularly long shower, where I idly stroked my sensitive cock as the warm water and suds cascaded over my body. Memories of the previous night with Rhonda stirred my manhood to erection, but my thoughts were enough. The skin was still sensitive after the intense pounding I had given Rhonda the night before, not to mention yesterday morning’s tryst at the office.
As I stepped from the shower, there was a knock on my hotel door. Quickly donning a towel, I opened it to find a petite young woman behind a rolling table.
"H-here is the breakfast you ordered, sir," she stammered as she averted her eyes from staring at my chest. My, my, how things have changed, I thought. Before yesterday I would have made a move on this attractive young woman in her short maid outfit. But the total sensuality of Rhonda banished all such thoughts from my mind.
I signed for the meal and went to the desk to retrieve a five from my wallet for a tip. As I turned back to the young lady, her eyes snapped from staring at my towel-covered ass to my face. She blushed slightly and accepted the bill.
"Thank you, sir. Visiting us from far off?" she probed tentatively.
"New York City," I replied.
"Oh what an exciting place. I'd love to go there some day."
"Actually, I prefer it around here," I answered.
There was a moment of awkward silence. I knew that with just one word from me, she would be naked on my bed. In a flash I pictured her peeling away the damp towel to reveal my growing manhood. While I sat on the edge of the bed, I watched her pretty face descend onto my cock and purr over it as she brought it to full hardness. Then the image shifted to her standing on the bed, her flexible young body bent at the waist. With her skirt pulled up over her tight ass, I gripped her love handles and pumped forcefully into her soaking wet twat from behind. Her imagined moans filled my mind and I almost thought I smelled the aroma of wet pussy.
I blinked from my momentary reverie and saw that she was looking at me, barely hiding the desire in her eyes. She may have been entertaining similar thoughts in that brief moment, and I suspected that scent of warm pussy may have been real. With an expectant smile, she asked me, "Is there anything else I can do for you?"
My last chance, I thought. I mustered my self-control and replied, “No thanks, miss,"
The hopeful expression on her face quickly changed to a shadow of disappointment. "Alright then," she said, seeming to be puzzled by the restraint I showed, when the growing bulge beneath my towel obviously belied my thoughts. "Have a great day," she added cheerfully as she headed toward the door.
"Thanks, you too." I admired her tight ass inside her maid outfit as it retreated through the doorway. Just before closing the door, she shot a glance over her shoulder and flashed a quick smile as she caught me looking at her ass this time. As much fun as that would have been, I thought, she pales in comparison to Rhonda. I released the towel around my waist and sat down to enjoy a hearty breakfast of steak and eggs in the nude while the man on TV droned through the previous days events.
With a full belly and a warm glow in my heart, I drove to Consolidated Credit and attacked my work with a renewed vigor. I was determined to provide even more value for the money they were spending on me than they anticipated receiving. I conducted my interviews with enthusiasm and, through the course of the week, compiled an insightful plan that had the potential of increasing the revenue at Consolidated substantially.
I had to follow up with Rhonda twice more during the week, but since she had made it clear that I had a standing invitation for dinner each evening and fabulous sex every night, we managed to keep our meetings at work on a fairly professional level. Of course, we shared warm embraces and deep kisses behind closed doors, but managed to keep from ripping each other’s clothes off. The sexual tension these meetings caused erupted in heightened passion when we would come together each night. By the end of the week, I had put together a series of recommendations for the executive leadership that I felt would blow them away. Friday afternoon, I joined the Chairman and his staff in the boardroom and stepped through my observations, risk assessment, and concluded with my proposed plan of action. My ideas were met with quite a few raised eyebrows and smiles of appreciation.
Friday evening at Rhonda's was by far the highlight of the week. We spent the entire night alternating between deep discussions about our future together and passionate lovemaking. Early Saturday morning, drenched in each other's juices and exhausted, we showered together one last time. With tears in her eyes and a smile on her face, she kissed me deeply before I had to pull away and leave for the airport.
I spent a lonely weekend in the city that seemed even colder than usual for the last week of October. I went to my usual haunts, but felt out of place. A very attractive businesswoman sidled up next me at Tony's bar on Saturday night. We were soon chatting comfortably and sizing up each other with our eyes as we talked. I had seen that look before on women and had no doubt that she would follow me anywhere right then. I found her quite tempting, especially when her hand strayed to my thigh and softly stroked my inner thighs through my khakis. She gazed deeply into my eyes as she found the tip of my swelling tool through the cotton. She said nothing but her eyes clearly stated that she wanted to feel the piece of meat she was fondling inside her cunt that night. For the second time that day, I was surprised by my own reaction. Before I met Rhonda, I would have charmed the panties off this horny out-of-town visitor in no time flat. But the thought of this woman sucking my cock was somehow unattractive now. What was wrong with me, I wondered. This lady is ready, willing and able! Look at her, Sammie boy, I thought, cute face and a sweet ass! And look at those luscious tits just about busting out of the top of her blouse. See those erect nipples straining through the fabric? She wants you, man! Feel how she’s stroking your meat. She knows what she’s doing!
My thoughts turned to Rhonda and eventually, were broken by the sound of the woman’s voice. Somewhere along the line, she had stopped rubbing my cock and I hadn’t even noticed. "My, my, you seem to have a lot on your mind tonight," she observed.
"Yeah, I guess I do. Sorry."
"That's okay pal. Maybe some other time." And she sauntered away to talk to a more likely candidate.
Early Sunday morning I revived myself with a brisk jog through Central Park. As I ran, once again lost in thoughts of Rhonda, a pert red head pulled up from behind me. It was Mary! She squeezed my ass and cried, "Nice buns, mister!"
I reached over and squeezed a breast, “Nice tits, baby!”
We both laughed at the playful greeting that had become our ritual when we saw each other. It had raised a few eyebrows when we performed it at parties or other public places where the people around us didn’t know that we were old friends.
My dear friend, Mary, with whom I had been able to do the impossible - share fantastic sex from time to time while simultaneously maintaining a solid friendship. She slowed her pace to mine and we ran together in silence for a while.
Finally she remarked, "Your awfully quiet today. No remarks about how my tits bounce up and down while I run. No offers to lick the sweat off me when we're through?"
"Sorry, Mary. You are gorgeous, there's no doubt about that. I get a hard on just thinking about your little shaved pussy with the heart-shaped tuft of red hair just above your clit. No man in his right mind would pass up an opportunity to fuck you senseless. It's just that -"
"Oh Sam, you've met someone, haven’t you? You’ve fallen in love! That's great, buddy! Who's the lucky lady?"
What a relief I felt to be able to talk to someone about Rhonda. Mary and I grabbed the next available park bench and rested while I proceeded to tell her all about Rhonda. When I finally finished she said, "Yep, no doubt. Sammie's in love. Well, it's my loss, not to mention every other girl in New York."
"Do you forgive me, Mary?"
"Forgive you?" she exclaimed. "C'mon, you’re good, Sam. But I’ve had better.” She laughed and squeezed my crotch. “But seriously, Sam, I'm ecstatically happy for you. Congratulations!" She laid a big kiss on my lips and ran off down the path, exclaiming over her shoulder, "You'd better invite me to the wedding!"
"Count on it!" I called after her.
