We're still at the conference. It's the last day and we leave tomorrow morning. I see you less and less during the days. We lunch and occasionally dine apart, but you always call me up after dinner and ask me to come to your room. Of course, I always come and spend the night. When we're at the office, we have the agreement that I have the option of fucking you each morning or whether you are to simply service me on your knees with your mouth as I sit in my desk chair. We also have another agreement for weekend mornings: you get to ride my morning wood whenever you want. In that sense, this morning is just like a weekend morning. As soon as my eyes open, I realize I'm lying on my back, you're on top of my cock riding up and down, and I get to see your half ecstatic-half sleepy face. Your hair is curly and falling down around your shoulders, partially covering your face when you lean down, brace yourself with your hands on my chest, and just use your hips to slide up and down on my prick. Your hair showers into space as you lean back, your hands on my thighs, your pussy just grinding back and forth and in tight circles on my cock. When you kneel and hold yourself erect, bouncing up and down on me using your beautiful, strong thighs, your tits fly out of control and I'm mesmerized. I know you're ready to cum when you get on the balls of your feet and pound my cock, riding it raw. I love weekend mornings.
I pass you in the hall during one of the session breaks at the conference and mention to you half kidding that, "I hardly see you anymore?"
"Miss me?" you sass back at me.
"I'm not giving you the satisfaction of admitting to that!"
"That's okay, I was satisfied enough this morning. Plus, I know you miss me. Actually, I think you're jealous."
"Whatever."
"I think you don't like sharing me."
"Maybe. Maybe not, but the break is ending. Enjoy your afternoon."
"Whatever," you giggle to me as you walk away.
I stay where I am for just a moment or two longer, watching your gorgeous ass wink at me again and again as you stroll away from me. You know I'm looking at you. You can feel my eyes on you, and your turn around and smile at me just as you enter your meeting room.
You call me in my hotel room late that afternoon. "I decided to grace you with my company tonight at dinner."
"Oh, really," I reply with mock astonishment. "How do you know I don't already have plans?" "I don't know, but I do know that you'll change them for me. Or you can take me with you and whomever you have plans, or would you rather not share me."
"Just you and me at dinner. I'll see you in the lobby at 7:00. Let's make it casual so don't get all done up"
We meet as arranged. Your ass looks great in your jeans and I'm trying to decide if it looked better when you were walking away from me this afternoon in your long skirt or right at this moment. You ask me what I'm thinking of, and I answer honestly, "Your ass." You don't believe me, but I don't feel the need to convince you. We get a cab in front of the hotel, and as soon as we turn the corner and are out of sight, you slide under my arm and against my shoulder, nuzzling your lips and nose against my neck. "How long is the taxi ride to the restaurant?" you ask.
"About 15 minutes."