Sitting in the hotel restaurant eating an ham and cheese omelet with side a hash browns, I shook my head wondering if last night really happened. After our shower last night, Michele had dressed and gone to her room, but prior to that was nothing short of incredible. All that pent up passion and desire released on each other in the most lustful and beautiful way. We'd only met in the morning, but by the time I'd finally closed my eyes to sleep, I'd knew more about her body than most girls I'd ever been with. The question that was left, was how would she handle our interaction today?
Earlier this morning I'd fielded a call from my wife back home, as usual she had nothing positive to say, not even a 'I miss you' just complained about the kids and how she felt. It was taxing. Early in the relationship I played the fixer, constantly running to be her savior, but her negativity was exhausting. Now that negativity wasn't just here and there, it wasn't just during sex, it was all the fucking time. I was thankful it wasn't a video call as I rolled my eyes while she complained about trivial things I couldn't control or help with.
The whole conversation made me thankful for the night I'd just experienced with Michele. I wondered if I'd be wracked with guilt, upset, not being able to live with my decisions last night. But that call was a reminder of just how frustrating 'real life' was, and how this tryst last night was me being able to step into fantasyland for a while, in a safe space, relax, drop stress and inhibitions, judgement, and just explore one another and enjoy being passionate with someone equally so. That thought kept me smiling and looking forward to our next conversation, I hoped she would feel the same way.
I was in the meeting room early this morning. Working on a computer in the back of the room, trying to complete some work before the day took off with my responsibilities of helping our the new employees again. 'Four more days and then back to normal,' I thought. 'Four more days, and no more Michele.' That second though pained me a little. Last night was so incredible, it gave me a sense of urgency to experience more while we had the opportunity.
The new employees filed into the room, talking again, more comfortable than yesterday. I chatted with a few of them as they had questions, or needed some help with something they were trying to complete from the day before. Friendly people, and I tried to dive into my work with them.
She made her entrance again, and it was no less impressive than yesterday. The door swung open, she strutted in, confident as ever. Everyone immediately went silent and had their eyes on her. Her blonde hair pulled into a pony tail today, huge bright smile on her face. She wore a red dress today, wide shoulders but no sleeves, the material wasn't as thin or fitting as yesterday's dress, still a maternity cut, but this dress concealed a little more of her petite pregnant body behind it. The dress was still sexy and ended on her thighs in a similar place just above her knees. Her calves poured into black 3 inch heels, maybe a little shorter than yesterday but still absolutely stunning. I wondered what she had on underneath.
As she walked into class, she took care in not making any eye contact with me. I wasn't sure at first to make of this. She didn't waste time address the class and taking control.
"Good morning everyone!" she beamed. I could see her face now and she glowed, an additional layer of happiness in her expression than I'd seen yesterday
"Good morning!" everyone responded.
"Thanks for completing your homework last night, I got everyone's emails. Let me get settled, feel free to grab a coffee and we'll get started in about 15min." She stated and returned to her desk.
I was still searching her face for a look, some confirmation that she felt good about last night, and not guilty or regretful. I didn't get it immediately. She worked intently preparing for her lessons without looking up from her laptop. I watched her, this beautiful creature, so professional, so focused on her work. No one in this class was aware of how many times I had her coming last night, or the amazing hours we'd shared in my hotel room. I was about to stand and go walk over when she dug a bottle from her bag and walked over to me, sitting down in the chair next to me.
"Good morning," she said in a hushed tone, so just she and I could hear, handing me the bottle. It was orange juice, "I know you're not a coffee drinker, but I got a good tip that you're a big fruit juice fan," she smiled, pausing. "Sorry it's not homemade like it was yesterday."
That same wry smile crossing her face as I'd seen many times gave me the confirmation I needed. Not only did she also enjoy last night, she didn't appear to be in a bad state this morning. What a relief.
"Thank you for the juice, how thoughtful of you. You're right, I much rather prefer freshly squeezed, but this will do for now. Maybe you can show me where I can obtain some more of the homemade variety later?" I smiled.
"You can count on it!" she replied. Smiling, she stood and walked back to her computer. My cock throbbed in my suit, she always knew just what to say.
We spent the morning instructing the new people on their job responsibilities in the department, and fielding questions, some good some bad. But Michele and I played off each other well. Our styles complimented each other, and we were effective at teaching class. At a break Michele asked if I would have lunch with her in the cafeteria, away from the others who typically ate in a group. Of course I agreed, making some wisecrack about a pregnant girl asking me out on a date to be playful, but still professional as others could overhear.
The rest of the morning went quickly, and we broke for lunch, picking up our food, Michele and I found a quiet table at the opposite end of the cafeteria. I walked behind her ogling her calves as they flexed while she walked to her chair. We sat down and I realized she had more food on her plate than I had on mine. Rare for a tiny girl like herself, compared to a bigger guy like me.
"Eating for two?" I joked.
"Yes, and after my workout last night, I've been absolutely famished." She cracked back.
"Better fuel up and get some rest, I hear Tuesday night at the gym can be demanding!" I joked.
"Maybe I like demanding," she responded, almost always one sexy line ahead of me.
"You know," she lowered her voice and leaned in. I watched her lips mouth words at barely over a whisper to me. "I'm fucking sopping wet today, sitting here soaking through my panties for you, how am I supposed to focus in there?"
"You're soaked huh?" I pressed, as I felt my cock throb from the sexy words leaving her lips.
"Completely," she stated flatly.
"Prove it." I repeated my line from last night, testing her 'demanding' idea.
"Oh no, I'm not doing that now!" She giggled.
I looked at her sternly, feeling playful, "If you like demanding workouts on Tuesdays, I said prove it."
She looked around the room nervous, shifting in her seat, "I can't take off my panties in here, someone will see."
"Figure it out." I never broke eye contact with her.
She sat fidgeting in her seat, squirming, looking around the room, I could see her trying to work it out...wanting this fantasy to move forward. In a moment she got up and headed to the bathroom quickly. She was gone a few minutes. As she came back she had walked up from behind me, I felt a hand hit my chest as she walked past to sit down again, something dropped in my lap. I looked down, a small swath of red fabric lay in my lap. I quickly squeezed it in my fist, covering it...immediately feeling it's dampness, her panties. Looking at her she giggled and smile that devilish grin. I carefully raised my fist to my nose, caught her eyes again, bored into her soul, and inhaled deeply, taking in her scent while looking at her, she shuttered, biting her lower lip.
"Was that what I think it was?" I asked quietly.
She leaned in, "you just made me come," she bit her lip again.
I mouthed the word "Fuck" and felt my cock begin to pulse in my suit, thickening down the leg of my pants. Quickly I tucked her little thong in the inside pocket of my suit. She looked at me surprised, I think she thought I would give them back. Now it was me giggling, picking up my fork and continuing to eat my lunch.
"You just sit there and eat Michele, squishing those lips together for the rest of the day."
Now it was her who mouthed "Fuck" at me.
I asked her about her 'demanding' comment earlier and she went on to explain that she'd always wanted to fulfill a fantasy where she was mildly dominated by someone. She wanted to be completely submissive, not hardcore S&M stuff or humiliation, but just 'used' to her lover's pleasure and maybe some safe exhibitionism where she could show off without being arrested. She wanted to please her lover, by doing anything she was asked, and she wanted it as soft or as rough as he wanted it. She mentioned that her husband, and no past boyfriends ever had the stones to play things like this out with her, even when she asked, begged even. She wanted a man to ravage her, challenge her, and take what he needed. I made a mental note quietly, maybe one night this week I could make that fantasy come true for her.
We enjoyed the rest of our lunch, trying to keep the conversation professional for the rest of our time together, slipping in sarcastic remarks now and again. She wasn't kidding about being famished and we both finished out lunch and headed back to the meeting room. As we walked back occasionally I'd stop to look at a picture on the wall, just so I could walk behind her to catch up...taking a long gaze at how her panty-free ass swayed in her dress. Knowing she had no panties on and was likely dripping down her thighs was such a turn on it kept me long and thick in my suit.
The afternoon went by quickly, but I found my mind wandered whenever I had a free moment thinking of what was to come with her. Well, who was to come first was more like it. Her, I thought, and several times over.
Leaving the office we needed to drive back in separate cars. "Dinner again, same place?" I asked.
