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I didn't know Noopur very well. We worked for the same company but she was in the Seattle office while I was in Denver. The only reason we were even aware of each other is because both offices are in our company's "West Region" so we'd met once or twice, been on a few conference calls together and had emailed a few times. What I did know about her, though, was that she definitely was not unattractive and she appeared to have a nice figure. It didn't hurt that I also had a weakness for Indian women and it appeared that we were pretty close in age. When she ended up in our office for a couple days of corporate training, her visit coincided with a happy hour for our department so we made sure that she was invited. I didn't even have the slightest intention of trying to hook up with her, but sometimes these things just happen.
"So where is this happy hour?" she asked during a break in her training. Her Indian accent was pronounced but to me sounded exotic and lyrical. I was also noticing how beautiful her big brown eyes were. I started thinking I might have to be careful about how much I had to drink so I didn't do anything I'd regret.
"Oh, it's right across the street," Ray told her, "Harry's Bar. It's in the Magnolia Hotel."
"That's where I'm staying," she exclaimed, "I won't have to worry about finding my way back to my hotel!"
She seemed pretty stoked about going out which was good because it meant that she'd fit right in with the rest of us. After her training wrapped up, she headed to her hotel room to drop off her things and planned to just meet us at Harry's. We grabbed the section of the bar that had a bunch of couches and settled in for a couple of hours of drinking. I think most of us ended up having a chance to chat with Noopur over the course of the happy hour but I'm not sure how I ended up so engrossed in conversation with her as things were winding down. We did have a pretty natural rapport but I didn't think I was consciously flirting with her, nor did I really detect any overt flirting from her. I'm not sure how much longer after everyone else was gone that we ended up sitting there but I think by that time we were both sensing a bit of a spark. I was perfectly happy to continue sitting there, listening to her speak, but she had another idea.
"It looks like we're the last ones left," she finally said, looking around, "Maybe we should let somebody else have this area. We can continue up in my room if you'd like."
I definitely liked so we headed out of the bar since the bill had already been paid. I thought a nice empty elevator would be a good place to confirm that we were on the same page but, alas, it wasn't to be. We squeezed into the elevator with several people and their luggage but we were close enough together that I was able to slip my hand over and place it on her ass. She looked at me with a smile that not only said that I was welcome to leave it there but also that she was glad I'd put it there in the first place. I liked how her ass felt in my hand so I was pleased when we reached her floor and slipped out of the elevator. Once we were inside her room, I locked the door behind us and joined her at the foot of her bed where we slipped into each other's arms and started to kiss. Both of my hands were on her ass as we progressed from kissing to making out passionately. My cock was becoming rigid and I assumed that her pussy was wet. Figuring that there was a good way to find out for sure, I picked her up and carried her onto the bed, where we lay side-by-side as we went back to making out.
While my hand went back to her ass, she reached for my belt and started to open my pants. I liked that she knew what she wanted and wasn't shy about going for it. She reached into my open pants and caressed my throbbing cock through my briefs before pulling her mouth from mine and getting up on her knees. She worked my pants down then slid my briefs down as well, my cock standing straight up. She pumped it briefly before straddling me, raising her skirt up to her waist and pulling her panties aside. I had just a moment to register that I was seeing her panties then her dark bush before she was lowering herself onto my tool and we were both moaning. Her pussy was so incredibly hot and wet that I was a little surprised by how fired up she obviously already was. It was a good sign if it meant that it wouldn't take much before she was cumming because her pussy felt so good that I wasn't sure how I'd be able to last very long.
I reached up to unbutton her blouse as she started to slowly ride my cock, her eyes closed and a smile on her face. I left the pace to her as I focused on getting my hands on her tits, pulling her blouse open once I'd unbuttoned it. I ran my hands over her tits, feeling them through her bra before reaching behind her to unfasten it. I raised the cups to reveal her tits, momentarily watching them bounce before covering them with my hands. I caressed the soft, smooth, light-brown flesh and her hard, dark nipples. I was a little surprised that they were larger once revealed than they had appeared through her blouse. They weren't huge, but she was fairly petite, so they seemed pretty big by comparison. At the very least, I knew they were big enough that I could probably fuck them.
