I was on one of my regular business trips to Europe and this time I was with my boss, Sarah. After a day of tedious meetings, arriving back at our hotel I'd promised myself an evening of porn and masturbation in my hotel room. But my plans for the evening were shattered when Sarah said she wanted us to go through the figures and our position again for our meeting the next day. That was the last thing I wanted to do. Sarah asked if I could come to her hotel room in half an hour, at 7 pm. Knowing Sarah was a stickler for punctuality there I was at 6.55 knocking at her door.
"Door's open," I heard Sarah call from inside and I stepped in.
Like many business hotels, there was a small desk and a swivel chair. Sarah was seated on the swivel chair in front of the desk with her laptop open. No sooner had I taken that in that I saw there was a pair of creamy white silky panties hanging over the back of her chair. Then I noticed that instead of the sheer black nylons she'd been wearing, below her charcoal grey business skirt Sarah's shapely legs were bare except for her black high heels.
As I closed the door behind me Sarah swung in her chair to face me. Her skirt was pulled up just above her bare knees. She leaned back a bit and her big breasts thrust against her blouse. It was obvious that under the well-filled white blouse, I'd been ogling through our meetings she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples were peaking against the thin white cloth. Sarah looked at me with a mischievous grin. I was fast realising the evening was not going to be as dreary as I'd expected.
"You were trying to look up my skirt and see my knickers all through that meeting, weren't you?" Sarah asked.
I felt my face go red. In fact, I hadn't just tried, I'd succeeded. When Sarah had risen from her seat at the conference table she'd turned to face me and swung her legs wide. I'd seen she was in open crotch black tights and through the open crotch I'd seen those same creamy white panties. Sarah's an attractive brunette aged around forty, about ten years older than me, with an excellent figure, shapely legs, and big breasts. That full frontal view of her panties had given me plenty to work on for my masturbation fantasy for the evening. I didn't say anything but my face must have said it all.
"You liked it when I showed my knickers didn't you?"
With a shock, I realised she'd deliberately shown me her panties during the meeting.
"Do you want a better look at my knickers?"
As she spoke Sarah tossed her panties to me. I caught them. They were smooth and silky, still warm from her body, and very brief. They were just a thin thong gusset at the back and the tiny triangle of cloth at the front bulged with the memory of her sex mound. Where they would have covered her slit there was a faint yellow stain. They smelled of a mixture of her perfume and her juices. A strand of her dark pubic hair was caught in the stitching.
Sarah wouldn't have known it, but I have a panty fetish. Ever since as a frantically masturbating teenager I'd discovered the contents of my big sister's laundry basket few things turn me on more than playing with girls' used panties. Running Sarah's panties through my fingers was turning my already stiffening penis into a steel bar.
"Or was it this you really want to see?"
As she spoke Sarah, still sitting on her chair, swung her legs as wide as she could, and pulled her skirt up as high up her bare thighs as she could. My eyes went to the neatly trimmed bush of dark cunt hair between her spread legs. Her vagina slit was gaping wide with her pink labia glistening with her arousal juice peeping through her cunt bush.
"Touch me!" Sarah said excitedly.
The way she thrust her pussy toward me and spread her thighs a little wider made it clear where she wanted to be touched. My hand started on the inside top of her thigh and she gasped as my hand enjoyed her soft smooth flesh. She grunted and her breasts bounced in her blouse as she juddered with sexual pleasure when I touched her cunt. She nuzzled her pussy against my hand as my fingers ruffled her juice-moistened pubic hair and slipped between the lips of her slit. I reached up to unbutton her blouse but she stopped me.
"My turn now," Sarah said with an edge of excitement in her voice.
"Strip naked and show me what you've got."
Her voice made it clear that was an order! My boss had become my sex mistress! Sarah watched as I stripped to my underwear. I was just in a tiny deep red silk male thong nearly as brief as Sarah's panties. The front was only just big enough to cover my balls and my straining erection. The thin cloth taut over my straining hard penis showed the outline of my penis shaft and head in perfect detail. I wanted to show Sarah my sexy underwear so I stood facing her just in my thong. I saw her eyes go down to the big bulge of my erection. I let her wait a moment then I slipped my thong down around my thighs to just below my balls. My eight inches of hard muscle bounced out and bent up from my thickly-haired balls. I swayed my hips a little to swing my cock stiffly in front of me. I let my thong fall and kicked it aside. I stood in front of Sarah thrusting my naked erect penis toward her. She stood and had a good long feel of my cock, tickled my balls, and ran her fingers through my thick cock fur. I fought not to cum as she lightly stroked my hard erect penis.
"Nice big, stiff cock," Sarah said, "bigger than my husband's."
As I stood there wide-legged, Sarah moved behind me and fondled my bum.
"Nice bum too." She patted my bottom.
