As a corporate meeting planner I have often been told how lucky I am to have such an exciting job. Unfortunately, although I love my career, it is usually quite mundane. I travel a lot and work long hours, always at the beck and call of a client. Early in April, however, I received an unexpected reward for all my hard work.
Mont Tremblant is a ski resort a couple of hours drive from Montreal. I was coordinating a meeting there for 3 days and I decided that I would spend an extra day to take advantage of great spring ski conditions. The day was perfect: warm, calm and clear.
I got to the resort ski shop early to rent my equipment and hurried to catch an early shuttle to the hills. As I was about to sit down a voice called out to me.
“Bonjour, Mademoiselle.”
I looked up to see one of the hotel waiters beckoning to me to sit down next to him. I have always had a weakness for French Canadian men. There is an air of sensuality to them that makes my knees tremble. I had noticed Martin in the dining room the first day I arrived. He had short, wavy brown hair and big brown eyes with long lashes. It was hard to tell, but I was sure that the body under his waiter’s uniform was tremendous. Thoughts of him had permeated my sleep with warm juicy results. Now, in reality he was calling out to me.
“Bonjour, Martin.” I replied sitting down next to him, delighted at my good luck.
“It’s a great day for skiing,” he said, “I had to take the opportunity to get out on my day off. It’s good to see you relaxing a bit, you have been working very hard with your group.”
“This is my reward.” I said, with a smile that insinuated that seeing him was a big part of the prize.
“Well, it would be a great reward to me if you would ski with me today.” He responded with his sexy grin.
“Mmm, I think this is going to be a very promising day.” I said very quietly.
Just sitting next to this man on the bus was getting me going. I could feel my pussy getting moist as my mind raced thinking about the potential erotic possibilities that lay ahead of me that day.
Martin and I spent the day together skiing and flirting. Occasionally his hand would drape across my shoulders and his fingers would caress the back of my neck or “accidentally” brush against my breast. He was teasing me and it was driving me wild. But nothing happened. Later that afternoon, it was with a tight-lipped frustrated smile that I said goodbye to him in the hotel lobby and returned to my suite for a lonely room-service dinner.
Once in my room I decided that all wasn’t lost. I was terribly horny, and my fingers had never let me down before. I stripped down to my white lace bra and thong panties and put on my short white silk robe. I lay down on the bed and conjured Martin’s face and body in my imagination. Slowly I began to run my hands all over my body. I slipped my right hand beneath the elastic of my thong and began to stroke my pussy.
Before I could really begin to enjoy myself I was interrupted by a knock on the door. Startled out of my daydream, I hurriedly straightened what little clothing I was wearing and went to answer the door. As I looked through the peep-hole I was amazed to see Martin with a room service trolley. His timing couldn’t have been better. I opened the door.
“I hope you don’t mind,” he said, “ I ordered dinner and a bottle of champagne for us. You didn’t have other plans, did you?”
“No, I have no other plans, in fact your timing really is perfect. I’ll just go get dressed.”
“Please, “ he said, reaching out to catch my shoulder with a wicked grin on his face, “don’t change. I like what you are wearing.”
We sat down and Martin served me dinner. After a wonderful meal and three glasses of champagne I was feeling lightheaded, and shameless. Entertaining sexy strangers in my hotel suite was not an activity I was accustomed to, but the alcohol and my intense need to be fucked were blocking any inhibitions I might have had.
He stood up to fill my glass with the remaining champagne and walked behind me. I felt his fingertips caress the back of my neck. His hands moved to my shoulders and gently he pulled the robe down exposing my sensitive flesh. I could feel his breath on my neck.
“You mentioned a reward earlier,” he whispered “and I want to give you one, one that you wont soon forget. You have looked after other people’s needs for the past few days, now it your turn to have your special needs met.“
“Ohh, yes.” I sighed, “Please, I’m feeling so needy, Martin.”
The straps of my bra were pushed down and my tits were exposed. My nipples hardened as he began to tweak them gently between his thumb and forefinger. I closed my eyes and rolled my head back in submission to the pleasure that was waving over me.
“That’s it, Baby. Relax. You are such a sexy, beautiful woman. I’m going to feel make you feel so good.”
He kissed me on my exposed throat, nibbling and licking all the way up my chin to my mouth. His tongue probed my mouth and I tasted the champagne on his lips. I felt dizzy with the desire that was engulfing me. My robe was completely off, and with a deft move of his hands my bra was undone and on the floor next to me. He pulled me up to a standing position and held me close. He stroked my bare ass lightly; I could feel his cock growing through his jeans. Then he pulled away and held my shoulders at arms length while his gaze followed the contours of my body.
“Dance for me, move your body while I watch you.” He said as he moved away from me and sat on the couch.
Self-consciously I began to move my body in a slow and sensual rhythm. I closed my eyes, began to relax and enjoy the sensations.
“Don’t close your eyes,” Martin said, “look at me and see how much I am enjoying you.”
I slowly opened my eyes and looked over at him. I liked feeling his eyes on me; he made me feel sexy. I wanted to perform for him. I began slowly rotating my hips and moving my body in long sensuous waves. I began to explore my torso with my hands, touching myself the way I wanted a lover to touch me. I turned my back to Martin, ran my hands over my exposed ass and increased the speed of my gyrations. My shyness was gone, I was a horny slut and I wanted him to know it.
“Oh, Baby, you know how to move.”
I arched my back like a cat in heat and turned my head to face him.
“I’m only just starting.” I crooned. With that I bent over with my ass towards him, tucked my thumbs under the elastic of my thong panties, slowly pulled them down and stepped daintily out of them. Instead of standing up again I spread my legs and gave Martin an open view of my very wet pussy. I placed my hands around my ankles and ran them up along the insides of my thighs.
He gasped. I could see Martin through my open legs. He was rubbing his cock through his jeans and I could tell that he was breathing quickly. Watching my effect on him gave me a wonderful sense of power and victory. I had never felt as feminine as I felt at that moment.
“Let me see your cock, Martin.” I said, “ I want to see how much you are really enjoying me.”
He moaned and undid his jeans and began to masturbate in front of me. His cock was hard; I could see the veins along the shaft straining. To give him a better show I began to rub my clit and slip my fingers into my cunt. I was dripping wet and aching to be fucked.
“You are gorgeous.” He moaned, holding his very hard cock towards me. “Come closer to me, I have something for you.”
I couldn’t wait to get my lips around his cock and suck him deep into my mouth. I kneeled down in front of him and began to pull at his jeans. I wanted to see this man naked; I wanted to rake my fingernails along his ass and thighs. Martin didn’t resist me. Together we removed all of his clothes and I settled in to blow him the best way I knew how.
First I spread his legs wide and began to kiss his inner thighs, beginning just inside the knee and working my way up. Every once in a while I playfully nipped his skin with my teeth and he groaned. Once I had worked my mouth up each of his legs I began to very gently run the tip of my tongue all over his balls. Martin kept his pubic hair trimmed very nicely, and the skin on his balls was soft and silky. I loved the sensation of licking him.
Slowly, one at a time, I sucked each ball into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it all the while. My fingers were tracing patterns on his outer thighs and hips.
“Please,” he moaned, “suck my cock!”
Not wanting to rush things, I continued to take my time. I ever so softly ran the tip of my tongue along the underside of his cock. I paused just before I reached the straining purple head and tickled him with quick tongue movements.
“Oh, God! Please suck it.”
Finally, I placed my mouth around him and slowly engulfed his entire length.
“That feels so good, you are an amazing cock sucker.”
