Story Time - Burlington

Authors Note: This is a series of stories about an affair between Gary, a former executive and Maribeth, a ph.D working for the Veterans Administration. This relationship has been honest and open from the very beginning, and I am in the process of chronicling the events that have happened between us. Very early on I had told Maribeth about two prior affairs I had, and she expressed an interest in sharing my experiences with these women. We came to call these discussions "Story time." Sometimes the stories were things that actually happened with me and Jennifer or Karen, or sometimes they were stories that these ladies shared with me about other sexual experiences they had. In any event, they proved to be turn-on for both of us.

Maribeth whispers in my ear. You were going to tell me about the time you and Jen met somewhere in New England. I roll over and wrap my arms around her naked body. "Another story time?" I ask. "Yes, you promised," was her answer.

Sometimes I wonder if it's a good idea to reveal some of my prior affairs to her, but so far Maribeth has shown no signs of jealousy, so I've continued. The small angel on my right shoulder whispers that Maribeth has known you a long time and she can be trusted. The tiny devil on my left shoulder giggles and says that's all well and good, but don't forget she's a woman.

Choosing to ignore tiny devil this time, we settle in and I begin...

I have been lucky over my 35 year career and travelled the world seeing most of the places I wanted to see on company time and at their expense. I sometimes travelled alone but mostly with other managers, which were predominantly male.

This time though I was going to travel to Burlington, Vermont, for a conference on private placement funding which is an important element in making business acquisitions. My wife had arranged to visit her mother while I was away, so I was going to be basically free for about five days.

Several weeks prior I had called Jen and made her aware of my schedule and, as usual, she found a business reason to travel to Burlington as well.

As I've explained before, Jennifer and I had begun an affair about two years previously. She was the Vice President of Purchasing for a major clothing company and had suppliers all over the United States and overseas, so it was pretty easy for her to find plausible excuses to meet me. Jen was married to a partner in a Wall Street law firm, but she and her husband Steve had agreed to have an 'open' marriage, so both had other lovers.

I had arranged to take the corporate jet and it was no problem to arrange to pick up Jen in Hartford, Connecticut close to her home, on the way to Burlington. I doubt that I could get away with this today, but in the early 80's this was pretty common

Just over 2 hours after we picked up Jen we arrived at the hotel and as usual we had booked separate rooms although as a practical matter we used only one.

The hotel gave us rooms on the 5th floor next to one another with an adjoining door and so we headed up and agreed to meet in the bar in an hour. I threw my bag on the bed and set about stripping ready for a quick shower, afterwards I headed down to the bar to meet Jen and found her chatting with someone at the bar. She was in a short tight fitting dress which did a great job of displaying her feminine attributes. There was something about this woman that I found tremendously exciting.

After some brief chit chat with the people Jen had been talking to we headed out to a restaurant that had been recommended. It was a beautiful evening and we were able to sit on the deck overlooking Lake Champlain. We ate steak, drank some wine and chatted about work, both hers and mine. As the evening wore on, we got to talking about some of our previous relationships.

Prior to meeting Jen I had experienced a few, mostly of the one night stand variety. I did mention Maribeth who I had a steamy romance with prior to being sent to Vietnam, and how disappointed I was that I never followed through with her.

For her part, Jen admitted that she had been sexually active since she was 16 years old, and really needed a lot of sexual attention. When she married Steve, it was with the understanding that she would continue to see other men, and since he was fucking several of the junior attorneys in his office, it was an arrangement he could live with. Jen was now 42, and she wasn't sure exactly how many men had shared her bed, but I had an opinion that it was probably a multiple of those who had shared mine.

After dinner, we walked back to the hotel, stopped at the bar for a nightcap and heading back to our rooms.

I expected that we would both adjourn to my room or hers so that I could begin providing the sexual attention that Jen so fervently required, but I was a little surprised when Jen gave me a quick kiss and said she'd only be a moment and went to her room, leaving me standing in to he hallway. I went to my room, removed my jacket and gazed out the window which overlooked the lake. Since it was dark I really couldn't see much, but there were enough lights shining off the surface of the lake that it looked placid and serene. A few moments later I heard a knock and realized it was from the internal door that connected our two rooms.

Opening the door I was greeted by Jen who was now clothed in some lingerie she had obviously brought for the occasion. She was dressed in a red teddy with 9a lacy bodice that did not completely obscure her breasts which filled the ample cups and revealed the darker outline of her nipples. She stood motionless for a moment to give me an opportunity to fully appreciate the vision she offered. I was at a loss for words but before I could say anything, she reached forward and shut the door.

A few minutes later there was another knock at the door. Opening the door again l discovered that Jen had changed into another set of lingerie, this one skimpier than the last. This was a pearly white number that left her breasts fully exposed, but supported in a way that dramatically enhanced their fullness. I could see she was pantyless, but it was a peek a boo kind of exposure. Then, as quickly as before she shut the door.

When the door opened again, Jen was in a black and red corset. This time her breasts were once again covered, but she was naked from the waist down. Her silky delta was clearly visible and she pushed it slightly forward just in case I hadn't gotten the hint. She was holding a red rose, but as I stepped into the room she dropped it to the floor. As I quickly bent to pick it up Jen also stepped forward stopping inches from my face which was now level with her belly button.

I couldn't resist, so I kissed her stomach and worked my way up her body, as I reached her neck she pulled me closer, kissing me passionately while her hand moved down my body seeking my manhood which was responding appropriately. She pretty much pushed me back into my room and onto the bed. Showing no hesitation at all, my belt was expertly unbuckled and both my trousers and underwear were removed in one smooth motion.

Jen grasped me and just for a moment gazed at to he flesh she held in her hand before lowering her head to take me into her warm mouth. Her tongue flicked against the underside of my shaft as her lips applied some exquisite pressure. From my perspective, I could see ruby red lips surround my pale column as it disappeared into her mouth. Over the years Jen had feasted on me numerous times and she never failed to remind me that she was doing it as much for herself as she was for me.

At Jen's current pace I knew I couldn't last much longer and she obviously sensed I was close. I think she may have tried to slow the pace, but it was simply too late. I emptied myself into her warm mouth and pearly liquid seeped from the edges to coat both her lips and my shaft. Usually we would cuddle and recover in each other's arms but this time Jen rose from her knees and without saying a word she walked out, shutting the door behind her.

Since I was clueless with respect to what Jen was planning, I stripped off my remaining clothes, took a quick shower and brushed my teeth. As I exited the bathroom I once again heard a knock on the adjoining door. As I opened the door for the fourth time I was met with a view of a completely naked Jen who was sitting on the corner of her bed, those beautiful ivory thighs wide apart and a finger circling her engorged clit. She was staring straight into my eyes as she added two fingers from the other hand into her open and very moist vagina.

I was clad only in a bath towel that I had wrapped around my waist, but as I stepped towards her she quietly but firmly stated "NO" so I pulled up a chair from the desk and sat watching her fingers as they worked her into a frenzy. Without being conscious of my own arousal, my right hand drifted beneath the towel and I joined her in self abusement while staring into each other's eyes as we edged closer to a climax.

Since I had just fulfilled myself into Jen's warm mouth twenty minutes earlier, it was no surprise that she came first. Her orgasm was long and strong causing her breasts to bounce and her face to flush. While I was getting closer, I needed a bit more time. I completely removed the towel and now completely exposed I stroked my penis while continuing to stare into Jen's beautiful green eyes.

GWhile never moving her gaze from the actions of the man sitting in front of her, she removed her fingers from her vagina and inserted them into her mouth, slowly savoring the musky taste of her own arousal. Watching this erotic scene was enough to push me over the edge and I came for to he second time. Now I was truly finished for the night.

We cuddled naked in the bed in my room, and in a few minutes we were asleep. I don't know about Jen, but my dreams were erotic and arousing. At one point during to he night I was aware that I was once again erect and thought about waking her for some early morning delight, but it was obvious that she was sleeping soundly and I suppressed the urge, contenting myself with the warm feel of her soft skin laying against me.

The next day was going to be busy. I had two appointments scheduled in to he morning and there was a presentation in the afternoon that I didn't want to miss. Jen had an appointment with one of her suppliers and thought that she would be gone most of the day. We agreed to meet in the bar whenever she could break free since I knew I'd be finished by 4pm.

I actually was finished a little after three, so I decided to first go back to the room and relax for a few minutes. When I got there I stretched out on the bed and turned on the TV. Imagine my surprise then when I heard a knock on the adjoining door. Surely I must have misheard since Jen had been pretty sure she'd still be tied up, but I needed to check it out.

I opened the adjoining door and caught a glimpse of Jen. She was naked and stood facing away from me near the bottom of her bed, She was bent over with her legs apart. There was a nice gap between her legs and the slit that ran between them was slightly parted and pearls of moisture were coating her lips. Her lovely pink anus was clearly exposed to my view.

At first, I didn't move, content to take in her brazen exhibition, but looking back over her shoulder she wiggled her ass which also had the effect of making her sagging breasts jiggle in a way that made it seem they were obeying their own laws of physics. After a moment I headed into the room. I ran my hands over her beautiful round butt and up her back feeling her shiver under my touch.

Getting down on my knees I gazed into the very center of her womanhood. My fingers caressed the ivory curves of her butt and slowly parted the two halves to further reveal her charms. My tongue probed the soft skin of her outer lips and tasted the familiar tartness of her arousal. Jen moaned as my tongue slowly explored the valleys and depths of her sex and I sensed her growing excitement even though any direct stimulation of her clit was impossible from my position, Removing my face, I used my fingers to gently probe her vaginal opening. I slipped two fingers into it and found that my thumb could just reach and caress her clit.

I was finding that my oral and digital manipulations we're having an intoxicating effect on me. With her most female parts just inches from my face, I felt a compulsion to tongue her pink anus. Jen's reaction was loud and powerful, as her orgasm built and finally crashed over her. The moans that had been getting louder and louder, dropped to mews and gasps as her legs gave way and she collapsed on the bed.

I removed my soaking wet and sticky fingers and I joined Jen on the bed, caressing her naked back and butt with one hand I spent the next ten minutes licking Jen's juices from the fingers of my other hand that so recently been buried inside her.

We finally roused ourselves and spent an enjoyable 40 minutes or so in the shower together. The showers in both rooms were huge with multiple shower heads and benches. I especially liked the fact that the water had a lot of pressure behind it, so it felt almost like a massage. Jen and I spent a lot of time soaping and playing with our boy and girl parts. She liked my shoulders, biceps and abs. I appreciated her curves both above and below the waist. Long after we were technically 'clean' we emerged from the shower and got dressed to get some dinner.

I dressed casually; button down green shirt, tan trousers and a brown tweed jacket. She had on a pink and grey dress with pink stiletto heels. I never thought that pink and grey went well together, but they sure did on that dress. Even though it was way past Labor Day her legs were bare, but truthfully, she didn't need nylons. Her legs were fantastic.

We had decided to eat in the hotel, but we made a quick stop at the bar. One of the people that Jen had met at her supplier was there with his wife and a couple of men I had spoken to at the conference were also there, so between us we ended up spending more time than we originally planned.

Dinner was good but not great. I had eaten coq au vin in Europe so it was probably a tough act to follow, but I thought the meal just lacked something. As usual, Jen let me order for her, so I was doubly disappointed when I thought my order didn't measure up, but she thought it was fine despite my concern.

It's interesting that while Jen says we make a sensuous couple, our conversations are usually about current events or interesting people we've met or about our respective careers and the challenges they impose. Occasionally we'll tease each other about what might happen later in the evening, but it's said in moderation. I do tell her about every ten minutes how great she looks, and she seems to appreciate my sense of humor.

After dinner we were walking past the bar again when the woman Jen had been talking to earlier called out to her. It turned out that she was a client of Jen's husband Steve. After twenty minutes of chit chat and one more glass of wine, we finally extricate ourselves and head to the elevators. Truthfully, I hadn't been paying much attention to their conversation so I asked Jen what that was all about.

We had gotten in the elevator when Jen broke out in a giggle. She told me that Ann (the woman's name) was telling her what a wonderful man Steve was. So, I said, what's so funny about that? Jen still giggling said it was funny, because Steve had told her about Ann, specifically that he had fucked her brains out on numerous occasions. Well, I had to chuckle at that myself.

A few minutes after we got to my room, we were heavily into working our way up the arousal scale. For once Jen was content to let me do all the work - not that I was complaining. I started with a vigorous massage by having her lay on her stomach as I straddled her naked hips. I worked on her neck and shoulders and then gradually moved down her back. I was not gentle. Her muscles were tight and I knew what was necessary to release the tension. When I first did this a couple of years ago, Jen would complain to hat I was hurting her. But, once she realized how much better it made her feel she resigned herself to the minor discomfort that I was causing.

After a while, I could feel the tightness abate, so my hands began caressing more than kneading. I rubbed her thin arms as well as her back and shoulders, then adjusting my position I stroked her soft butt and the backs if her legs. Finally, I asked her to flip over. As she moved to comply I was fascinated by the movement of her breasts as they wobbled and then settled on her chest. I had asked her once if she was aware of them when she moved, but she admitted that she really wasn't. Of course she was aware that they were an important aspect of her femininity and she dressed to show her assets to best advantage, but otherwise....no.

Now on her back, I could reach all of the places on Jen that I called her ' interesting parts.' My hands were impatient to cup and feel her breasts and they did so with abandon. Her nipples engorged under my caresses and once again I marveled at the liquid feel of her tits. Further south, my gaze lit upon her mound, neatly trimmed and silky soft. I slipped a finger into the crease between her legs and confirmed to hat she was indeed aroused. I had only begun to play with her when I felt her arms reach for me and she said, "No more, just fuck me."

I slipped into her honey warmth easily and it became obvious that she was not taking any time to accommodate my invasion. Her moisture covered me and I began a steady thrusting making sure that I was high enough that each stroke brushed against her clit. I could feel her hands on my hips guiding and adjusting my penetrations, so as my passion increased, so did hers.

In my experience it's actually pretty difficult for a man and a woman to achieve a mutual climax since I think I've only had two or three of those over all my adult years. The next best thing is if the woman comes first and that's what happened. Jen's body went rigid and her fingernails clawed into my back while at the same time her legs wrapped around, pulling me as hard as possible into her liquid center.

A few seconds later, a familiar tension begin to build in my penis which I know is leading to an inevitable ending. I think I emptied my semen into Jen before she had started the decent from her own orgasm and this seems to cause her to hold me even tighter.

I'm told that it's an old wives tale that women can actually feel a male ejaculation. However, Jen tells me that the throbbing pulses of my cock when I cum create a very noticeable sensation in her vaginal muscles that are doing their very best to keep the invader in the castle.

Sometimes after lovemaking we may cuddle and talk, sometimes we take a shower and sometimes exhaustion overtakes us and we fall asleep in each other's arms. That night it was the latter.

The final day of her supplier visits went well and I finished up what I had come to do with respect to the conference. Since the business ends of the visit seemed successful, we agreed a little celebration was in order. Jen had rented a car when we had first arrived, so we struck out looking for somewhere to have a good lunch and a few drinks. We found what looked like an English pub and ordered food and beer. I have always liked English pubs for their food and their comradery. I sometimes say that the English pub is Britain's contribution to western civilization.

When we were finished, I suggested we drive to the ski resort of Stowe and then visit the Ben and Jerry's factory on the way back.

It was a cold day but snow had not yet started. After a walk around Stowe we found another small bar and had another drink while looking out over the mountains. It was quite beautiful and serene.