See Parts 1 and 2 for context....
Maria woke with a start. Turning her head she saw Harry sleeping beside her. Smiling to herself she stared absent-mindedly at the ceiling above. It didn't take long for her mind to recall the pleasure of the past few hours. As the sleepiness left her, she took delight in the fact that Harry Eastman had been eager to rendezvous with her once again. Beside her, he stirred but slept on after brushing off the sheet that lay over him. As the world was waiting to wake up, she was able to take a more forensic look at his naked form bathed in the soft light of the breaking day.
He had a moderately hairy chest and broad pectoral muscles. His shoulders and arms were toned from years of press ups and swimming but in no way did he sport the arms of a guy who lifted in a gym. Nor, she reflected, did he have the arrogance which often came with that type of guy.
Around his midriff a hint of middle age was starting to creep on the sides of his otherwise flat stomach. Nevertheless, he still had a very nice physique which Maria was well enough pleased with. Last night she had run her hands all over his strong frame and it was very clear that Harry kept himself rather fit and in quite good shape. Nobody, she thought with a pang, can hang on to their twenty year old body forever. She was only too well aware of that herself and her hands brushed over her stomach and down to her thighs. Maria guessed he was in his late 30s just as she was.
His waist was slender, probably around thirty five inches. But it was his legs that captivated Maria. Strong, lean quadriceps and well-defined calf muscles. This was something she noticed two nights ago as he stood before her only in his underwear. Then, of course, there was his package. Clearly, he wasn't waxing down there but he was quite neat and tidy. Maria guessed that he was using hair clippers to keep the grass down to a bare minimum. As she looked is cock lying across his body, she wondered what it would be like to take him in her mouth. She had never had a man how groomed his nether regions. How, she wondered, did she not suck on him last night as he sat blindfolded in front of her with a splendid erection? It was obvious, as it had flexed and strained it was a cock begging to be sucked.
Maria had slept with enough men to know Harry, at full mast, was a little more than average in length and guessed he was about six half inches. But, it was the extra thickness that she really enjoyed. Too long, she thought, and it just hurts too much. Not that she had much experience there. Too thin doesn't feel full enough. Now that she knew well. But, a cock just right, was a cock just about perfect.
When Maria had straddled and lowered herself onto him, she was overjoyed to find that his cock was almost perfect for her. Early on, she had found that sex was a messy business and even though she almost always enjoyed the act, the first entry of a new male member was always filled with anticipation and a little trepidation. How would it feel? Would it hurt a bit? Would it feel inadequate inside her?
With Harry it had been something approaching sublime. The kind of thing she had jilled of thinking about but rarely encountered. Harry had proven strong, yet gentle as she had impaled herself on him. No doubt he could have taken control very quickly, but he had been more than happy to yield to Maria and her body's needs. That confidence thing again she thought. Confident enough to restrain himself from pumping her immediately upon taking possession of her body as other men were often want to do.
It was no surprise to Maria that Harry was a smooth and sensual lover. With the sleek powerful body of a large cat, he was very different to her previous few lovers. This was especially the case with Roberto and his worm like cock. Roberto was somewhat over-weight, had legs akin to a chickens and was prone to moving too fast in the sack. Also, and much to her irritation on at least one or two occasions, he was too quick to cum for her liking. She had to finish herself off. But the man lying beside her seemed different. They had only once made love, therefore she would need a few more rides to confirm her thoughts, but Maria was confident in her initial impression that Harry had the goods for real in and out of the bedroom.
His face was relaxed with sleep. He had dark brows, strong cheek bones were and a defined jaw line. Around his eyes, with their long lashes, were the usual lines that came with age. His lips, which Maria was enthralled by even before their unintended but delicious first kiss, were soft but in no way effeminate. His mouth was a little cruel but easily turned into a winning smile. Maria suspected he could turn on and off the charm as needed. But in her experience, he was considerate while simply doing his own thing. Harry wasn't interested in pandering to others. Nor was he in" the boys club" that existed in the company culture. Being intelligent, he had no time for baboon-like male pack behavior. He seemed utterly confident in his own skin. This was something Maria had noticed soon after they first met at a client pitch event. He was a lone wolf. It was a quality she found attractive, but she wasn't going to be swooning over Harry Eastman or any other man. She was determined to look after herself. Life had taught her that if she didn't, nobody else would. Certainly, no man.
Still, Maria was very pleased at how the last forty-eight hours had unfolded. She was expecting perhaps to have Roberto for a final fling before cutting him off but little else. The initial chance encounter with Harry was a wonderful gift and a far more satisfying and erotic development than she could have imagined.
Maria was still studying his face as his eyes opened and looked directly at her. He simply smiled and breathed a sigh of satisfaction before rolling onto his back letting the fog of sleep dissipate.
"So that was a nice way to finish the evening" he murmured.
"I'll say"
"Was that as good as I think it had been?"
"Well, I have nothing to complain about"
Harry chuckled, "man, I love these conference trips. You never know what's gonna happen"
Maria let his comment hang. He was right. Something did always happen but generally not to her. Not like this. It was always somebody else who was rumoured to have slept with somebody else.
"So have you done that with anyone else at conference?" she asked.
Harry hated this sort of questioning and would not normally answer but he was still waking and in a languid post coital state of mind.
"Once", he responded.
"Really, with who?" she queried.
"You mean whom".
"Well?"
"You remember the conference last year?"
"Yes" she anxiously replied, suddenly uncertain about whether she really wanted to know or not.
"I haven't spoken to anyone about this"
"You can tell me"
"Ok ok. It was just a one time quickie thing that meant nothing"
"Who was it?"
"Well, it happened on the first day after we had all been swimming and drinking and before I knew it we were kinda getting it on and you know...."
"Oh you devil. Who were you with? The Swiss Miss?"
"No", he paused looking sheepishly away from her, "it was just me and Bruce. You know that guy who is the manufacturing manager"
