I awoke the next morning to the feel of Jana's hot mouth surrounding my cock. She gave me a delightful blowjob, swallowing all of my cum at the end and making me once again feel each of my teeth vibrate in its socket. I had to push her away when the sensation got too intense.
"Unfortunately, since you need to go to work to keep me in style you have to get up now," she said. I just lay there shaking from the force of orgasm. "But I'll make you breakfast while you shower." She kissed me and we cuddled until I'd caught my breath, then I repaired to the shower and she to the kitchen. By the time I was dressed, she was putting eggs on the table. We ate together, me in my shirt and tie, her in a loose orange negligee. She posed by the door, exposing her breasts and her pussy while I collected my briefcase and made sure that I had my wallet and keys. I kissed her goodbye, copping a feel in the process and went off to work.
All through my walk to the subway I was distracted by women in short dresses or tight pants, but I still managed to keep an eye out for an alternate bakery. I didn't find one. In the subway station I did find Sára waiting for the next train. We greeted each other and started chatting. She told me that she was planning to stop by our offices this morning to drop off the proof images for the pens and shirts that we'd selected last week.
"Nagyan jol!" I said, "Quick service is what I like to see."
"Does it have to be quick?" she asked me with a raised eyebrow. "You Americans are always in a hurry. You should learn to slow down and enjoy business more," she added with a sly smile.
"In America, we're not allowed to mix business with pleasure," I told her. "People will sue you for saying the wrong thing. So we try to get past the business as quickly as we can to get to the pleasure. Once we're having fun, we take our time."
"Oh really," she said, her brown eyes sparkled and her full lips smiled up at me.
"But you're right," I added. "Americans do need to slow down and enjoy business more."
The subway arrived. I gestured Sára in before me, enjoying the sight of her tight ass and noting the strap of her white thong through the thin fabric of her white pants. The subway car was crowded already, and we were pushed to the back of the car by the pressure of more passengers behind us. As we moved to the back of the car, Sára suddenly stopped and asked me to switch places with her.
"Sure," I said. I slid past her, enjoying the feel of her firm breasts as they pressed against me and taking a deep breath of her perfume. I grabbed a handhold and asked, "Why didn't you want to be here?"
"The guy behind you is notorious for squeezing a woman's ass," she said with a grimace. "Now, I'm as willing as the next girl to let a guy get a cheap thrill, but he's just a creep."
I glanced back at the guy. He was about average height and skinny. The subway jerked to life and Sára fell into me. Instinctively, my free hand went around her waist to steady her. Her firm breasts pressed into me again and her perfume filled my head. As the motion of the subway evened out, she regained her balance. I felt her hand brushing along my ass as we disengaged. Just for fun I flexed my glute underneath her hand. She did a pretty good job of hiding her surprise. Neither of us said anything about it.
We spent the rest of the ride chatting about the differences between American and Hungarian business practices. Due to the crowd we stood pretty close together. Her scent was overwhelming. I did my best to meet her eyes, but I was frequently distracted by the bird's eye view I had of her generous cleavage. I could also see her small, hard nipples pressing against the thin fabric of her blouse. They brushed against me as the subway car swayed back and forth. Somehow I resisted the urge to sexually assault her right there, although from the way she was throwing herself at me I'm not sure it would have counted as assault.
Entirely too soon, we arrived at our stop. We left the subway, went up to street level and went into my office building. The elevator was packed on the way up, Sára stood in front of me and pressed her ass against my thighs the whole trip. Fortunately for me, Mia was in the office, otherwise I don't know if I could have controlled myself and kept my promise to Jana that I'd only fuck girls she provided for me.
Mia, Sára and I sat in the conference room, ostensibly to look over the promotional items that Sára had brought but, in fact, to give Mia and Sára the opportunity to give me the third degree about my weekend. We laughed through my answers to their questions and their answers to my counter questions for a while. It was fun and only moderately racy. Hungarians have the same perspective on mother-in-laws as Americans. Eventually, we got down to business. The shirts were of good quality fabric. Apparently there were plenty of old women in Hungary who made extra money by embroidering items, so the logo would be relatively cheap compared to US costs. The pen was a gold Cross pen. Sára had brought a version of our logo shrunk to size and printed on gold cardboard. It looked like it would fit pretty well, it wouldn't stick out too far from the clip and the edges were rounded and unlikely to get caught on clothes or other items in a bag. If we placed the order by the end of the day, we could have all of the pens by the end of the week.
We chatted a bit more, then Sára had to leave to make another appointment. She and I shook hands warmly, she and Mia exchanged a brief, chaste hug. As she left, Natasha came in followed by Andras, Gábor and Vilmas. We all chatted for a bit and then retired to our respective offices to get a bit of work done. I cut the purchase order to Sára's company and she assured me again that fulfilling the order would be no problem. The rest of the morning and most of the afternoon passed more or less uneventfully. Everyone in the office collaborated on the design of new marketing materials to be used at the embassy event the following week. I sent the designs back to the U.S. for review.
Natasha took all of the usual opportunities to show off her large breasts and long legs. She passed Jana's 3 PM call on to me with only a few suggestive remarks. I told Jana about my experiences with Sára that morning.
"Do you want to fuck her?" she asked me.
"I'm sure it would be fun, but it crosses that line we Americans draw about fooling around with co-workers. So, no, I won't fuck her."
"She's not a co-worker," Jana pointed out. "She's a vendor."
"That's not allowed either, dear heart," I told her.
"Still, I'm sure she wants to fuck you. She might get offended if you don't make a pass."
"She knows that I have a girlfriend."
"Doesn't matter, she's fooling around with Mia and Mia has a husband," she said, ignoring the distinction most men would draw between a lesbian affair and a heterosexual one. "Who has bigger breasts, Natasha or Sára?"
"Natasha, but not by much."
"Mmm," she said. "Do you think Natasha likes girls and guys? I'd love to watch while they make out and you rub your cock between their tits."
"Oh, god, honey," I moaned. "Could you help fingering your little pussy if I titty-fucked both of them?" I was slowly stroking myself.
"Watching you get double teamed by them would make me cum," she said, her breathing getting heavy. "I'd cum again when I licked their pussy juice off of your cock and your cum off of their tits. I can feel them now, all big and firm and slippery with your hot cum... oh god! Oh god!" Jana moaned as her orgasm washed over her. The sound of her cumming was enough to get me off. After we'd caught our breath, we said "Szeretlek" to each other, and then goodbye. I cleaned myself up and opened the door to my office. Natasha was not at her desk.
