It was the week before Christmas. The week had been slow and full of alcohol.
Today is the 19 December and as a Partner, I was awaiting to greet our UK staff from three offices to London to celebrate the Festive season.
Tonight's plans are Dinner and drinks at a Central London Hotel, where afterwards, we, the Partners and the staff from regional offices would stay overnight.
The Dinner was a jolly affair with decent food, plenty of drink, chatter, laughter and flirting as the evening wore on.
One of the secretaries (Jo) from the Yorkshire office kept catching my eye. Jo was my fellow Business Partner's personal assistant. She was in her late 30's and married and I suspected he was fucking her.
She was a woman that held herself well and clearly loved to flaunt the MILF body that she had, whilst wearing a thoroughly wicked grin and a dress that hugged her body to shout out, 'look what I've got boys.'
Jo certainly gained my attention, and we shared an increasing number of glances and when I did, she flicked her hair, whilst her wickedly coy grins simply said, 'take me Sir.'
After the meal ended most people gathered in the bar and drank for a while as a group, chatting.
Jo was at the bar with a group of the older women staff. Her face was flushed as 00I caught her eye and winked. She looked away when she caught my wink as my brown eyes talked to her, 'Cum to bed.'
At the same time I was chatting to my fellow Partners discussing business prospects for the New Year to come. Problem was that my mind was not into the chatter. I could not get my mind off Jo, and I kept mentally undressing her.
Eventually the women took the lift and headed towards bed.
After about 10 minutes, I made my excuses and followed via the Lobby.
I knew that all our rooms were on the same floor and before going up I asked at the desk which room Jo was staying in -- my excuse that I had picked up her purse and wanted to return it.
Arriving at my room, I went to the bathroom and showered and as I did my manhood sparked into life. Instinctively, I started stroking myself.
Stopping, I dried myself off and changed my underwear.
I rang Jo's room -- the phone number was the same as her room number - 666.
The phone rang three times before she answered. Without waiting to hear her voice, I said "Hey Jo, this is Chris, I am going to knock on your door in 8 minutes. Only open the door if you want to fuck."
I was brutally direct, yet I was also sure that she wanted her married cockpit filled, or was she just a Cock tease?
I was grinning as a I spoke to her. I left the call silent for a few seconds. She said nothing, but I could hear her breathing become heavier. "I want your body under my control Jo," I said and then put down the phone.
It was about 10 minutes later when I knocked on her room door.
Jo opened the door wide, wearing a light towelling Hotel bath robe. Open at the top as if to invite my gaze and I noticed the valley between her rounded breasts.
Jo was a 'real' woman, a girly girl, a true MILF.
"Are you coming in," she said grinning cheekily.
"Oh without doubt, inside you," I said as I pulled the belt of her robe so that it fell apart exposing her almost naked body.
The door shut behind me, slamming noisily.
Her hold ups still in place, she had no panties on and her trimmed bush, a small landing strip crowned her married pussy.
I stood against her leaning in against the room wall and touched her neck lightly and then kissing her lips that I noticed were freshly made up with ruby red lipstick, she responded with vigour, our tongues engaging as I drew her in with a deep kiss.
I could feel her warm, soft body against me as my hardness pressed into her soft stomach.
"Does he need a home?" she said as Jo's hand dropped down and undid my belt, her hand slipping into my suit trousers and released my cock. I felt her hand and stiffened, wet with pre-cum.
"Indeed he does," I said, leaning over to kiss her again on the lips, our tongues probing each other with an urgency that confirmed we both wanted to fuck.
My right hand slipped down into Jo's crotch. She didn't flinch as I slipped my index finger into her slit and down to her damp pussy entrance.
Jo smelt wonderfully of woman, wine and sex, a heady, musky cocktail.
"Do your pussy lips taste as good as these," I said as I pulled away from her.
She giggled, "I have never had any complaints."
I took my finger out of her pussy and licked my finger erect like a cock and sucked it offering it then to her mouth, she took it in and sucked her sex juices.
Instinctively her hand pulled my cock up and at the same time my trousers fell. I stepped out of them, my cock now poking out the top of my underpants, my foreskin half peeled back and precum glistening in the dim bedside lights.
"He wants you," I said as I undid my shirt and stood in front of her pushing her down onto her knees. I was naked apart from pants and socks, and my cock was rising and hardening fast. I looked down at her as I pulled the robe off her shoulders and guided her head to blow me.
Her red lips took me in, and I felt her tongue against my Glans. She sucked hard and I felt 110%.
"Careful Jo unless you want to swallow me, I am not going to last, and I would prefer to fill your cunt up to the brim."
She fell backwards exposing herself.
"Do you approve Sir," she asked nervously.
"Yes, but you have known that all evening, haven't you?"
Quietly she purred "Yes Sir."
Without answering, I pushed her back onto the bed with a surety that she would recognise as control.
I could feel her warm boobs against me, her nipples erect.
She was wet, so wet the musk of her sex juices pervading the room.
