Anne's Business Trip

Chapter 1

Anne dropped the suitcase on the hotel bed with disgust. How many weeks on the road? The new sales job was killing her. She grimaced as she opened the bag to hang up her clothes. She knew what the contents would be and that thought twisted at her stomach. No time for laundry anymore, the contents were from the very bottom of her drawers at home and the back of her closet. Well not quite the back she thought, as her scowl deepened. At least stuff from the back and she would be wearing comfortable clothes. No, this was a business trip and that called for dressy. Long in the bag for the dry cleaners were her suits, her nice pants and even the business dresses. The only thing dressy she had left were dresses she had bought for nice parties and even vacations. Oh, they were nice enough, but some of them were certainly way more revealing than anything she felt comfortable wearing in front of her co-workers, especially at a big company meeting like this.

Shaking each item out as she put carefully hung it in the closet did nothing to alleviate her fears; the halter sundress which defied wearing a bra, the low cut high slit black number, and the screaming red dress that showed every bump, cleft and curve in her body.

Anne's phone interrupted her foul mood as it buzzed on the bed. Looking down she saw it was her husband Rick. "Lo", she answered with the phone tucked under her chin.

"Hey beautiful," came the annoyingly cheery voice on the other end.

Anne pulled her toiletries bag out of the bag and started unloading things onto the vanity as they talked. Complaining as she pulled things out how depleted and deprived she was. "I've been out of birth control pills since last month!" she bitched. "The doctor won't refill them since it's been so long since I've come in for a checkup." "Not like I need them though," she thought. Continuing on with her litany she described the dress situation.

"Works for me," he laughed, "send me a selfie so I have something to wack off to tonight!"

"Jerk"

"What? You'd rather I go out and find a bimbo? We haven't had sex in more than a moth," Ric responded.

"All too true," Anne thought. "Promise you won't show it to anyone and maybe."

"Cross my heart and hope to die. Well, maybe just Kevin," he replied referring to their mutual best friend from college.

"I could live with that," she thought, but said, "Then you get nothing. Look I need to run I still need to shower and a bunch of us are meeting up for dinner."

"Mike going to be there?" he asked teasingly, knowing full well that Mike had the hots for her, well any woman really, but Mike had to put his eyes back in his head and roll his tongue back into his mouth anytime he saw Anne. That was under the best of circumstances, and a glance into the closet reminded her this would not be the best of circumstances.

"Yeah, he's always here. God, he creeps me out, he's always undressing me with his eyes."

"Well, as long as I'm the only one that gets to undress you with his hands. Listen Love, I need to scoot too. Let's make a date for next week? It's been too long since we had some Us time! Later!" click.

Yep, it had been weeks since she'd felt Rick's hands on her breasts. Who knows how long since they'd had sex. Marrying another sales person, no matter how much she loved Rick sucked. They never saw each other. She had almost, what had Rick said, wacked herself off last night she'd been so, what else could you call it but horny. But, her mom's voice echoed in her head at the very thought of that, how vile and dirty any young woman was that enjoyed sex too much. It wouldn't be enjoyment though really, just relief. So her mom's voice which had been trying to ruin her sex life for years could go get stuffed.

With a shrug Anne got up off the bed and dug through the bag for fresh underwear. Crap, no better than the dresses. Matching black see through panties and an equally sheer demi-bra that was about a size too small was the best she could find. Great, no matter how she pulled and tugged that bra at least half her areoles were on display and usually her huge nipples popped totally free and would rub on the top of the bra making them not only large, but hard and even more sensitive.

Well, giant nipples are what you get for being Asian she half laughed. Anne stripped off her clothes and headed for the bathroom. Passing the full length mirror in the hall outside the bedroom she stopped to look at her naked body. Yep, Asian for sure. Although born in Kansas City, both her parents were from China. Well, at least the result was a nice body she admitted. Everyone said she had a sweet face, long glossy black hair, but much larger tits than were typical for her family; at least C pushing D cups that made most of her cousin's with B's or A cups jealous. Each mound was topped with a large pinkish brown areole, and a giant eraser head of a nipple. Her waist was slender, her butt shapely if not large. Most Asian of all was the bristly wild black triangle of stiff hair that covered her mound. "Wow! have I let that get out of control," she thought. "Major pruning required when I get home, or at least before swimsuit season."

She slipped into the warm shower, and thankfully felt much of her bad mood washing away with the hot soapy water. Rubbing her boobs brought that always enjoyable secret pleasure and as her fingers slipped between her legs to wash her most intimate area, she couldn't help herself but gasp. Her clit was engorged and sensitive, and rubbing it just made things worse. As if her hand had a mind of its own she found her fingers parting her nether lips to slip in that warm cleft. Back and forth she rubbed using the lame excuse of making sure she was clean down there. The shower spray prickled her breasts and soon she had her clit trapped between two fingers as she alternated dipping one then the other into her slick vagina. Almost before she knew what was happening Anne's stomach lurched pushing her pelvis against her hand and driving an intruding middle finger deep inside.

"Christ, I'm cumming," she moaned as her body pumped involuntarily into her own hand. "I needed that," she argued before her mother's voice in her head could scold her.

Hurriedly, Anne got out of the shower and toweled off. She quickly pulled on the panties and snapped the bra into place and headed out into the room, knowing she had probably spent too long in the shower. Passing the mirror, she saw her reflection again, dressed in the skimpy lingerie. "I'll show Rick," she thought as she grabbed her phone. It took several takes, half a dozen in fact to get one she was happy with. She texted it to Rick and started to toss the phone on the bed to dress, but it buzzed almost immediately.

"Yumm!!! Hurry back I need that date!" was his only response.

"You and me both," she thought. As she pulled the black dress out of the closet.

She slipped on the dress and bent over to pull a pair of moderate black heels out of the suitcase. Oops, have to be careful about that she realized as she caught sight of her breasts spilling out of the half bra and on full display through the low cut décolletage of the dress. Being female, she couldn't help but do a quick spin and check in the mirror before grabbing her purse and heading down for dinner. Annoyingly, she had to admit that she looked pretty damned good in the slinky dress. Hot in fact she giggled. As the door slammed behind her.

Chapter 2

The elevator doors swooshed open to reveal a crowded hotel lobby. A glance or two around showed the group standing together over by the bar. Hopefully, just waiting for the rest of us, Anne thought.

It turns out no, there was nearly an hour wait for a table at the hotel restaurant. A mix up with the reservations had left them high and dry. The wait was not good for Anne with her low tolerance for alcohol and the sales group like most sales group was a hard drinking crowd. Even just nursing Seven and Sevens, Anne had put down two and a half drinks almost without realizing.

Overall, it was a fun group, even Mike could be funny in a crass sort of way. He was kind of good looking Anne noted staring over her drink as she pulled at the straw. "Christ, is that the alcohol talking?"

Mike caught her looking and sidled over to talk. "Hey gorgeous, finally noticing me?", he smirked.

Ok, not good looking, a prick. "Not particularly," she said forcing a smile. "Just daydreaming to spend the time."

"Must have been a good one, could have sworn you just smiled at me. Why the cold shoulder all the time? You're a great looking woman that I'd love to know better."

"Well, mostly because I'm a married woman, and you certainly have a reputation when it comes to knowing people better."

"Hey I can't help it if a few get carried away," Mike shrugged. "Really a salesman's life is a bitch with all the travelling. We all fall off the wagon now and then when it's just been too long. Nothing to be ashamed of."

"Don't I know it," Anne said to herself, or was it to herself she wondered? "Yeah, it's been weeks since I've even seen my husband."

"See no harm in a little playing around just to take the edge off." Mike went on and before she knew it he had her laughing at jokes so filthy that normally she would have run away blushing. Finishing the third drink helped of course, but Mike was funny. He could somehow tell a joke that no one else could get away with and still make everyone laugh.

Dinner was decent, but nothing special. Everyone split a couple of bottles of wine so Anne was more that tipsy by the time it was over. Mike had finagled a seat next to her and somehow through dinner found out everything about her life. Rick, not seeing each other, she even told her about her mom's nagging voice in her head, and spilled the beans about her suitcase filled with nothing but sexy undies. That last bit was of course an opening for Mike to suggest he'd like to see that. Not seriously, "I mean he was laughing?" But she had to admit the idea of showing off a little for Mike had her nervously crossing her legs. Hell, she had to admit her nipples, as usual had escaped the demi-bra were getting hard. Plus, there was a decided itching in her pussy that masturbating earlier hadn't really relieved. She could even feel a bit of dampness seeping out of her blossoming opening.

Assessing her unbidden sexual feelings must have been a distraction, because everyone was now raising their glasses in a toast. What was it? Following the glances around the table she realized that the Sales Manager had made a final toast. Grabbing her glass, she quickly raised it, but jostled her elbow against Mike's shoulder spilling a good slosh right down her décolletage. Some coated her nipple which somehow instead of embarrassing, just made her feel even more sexy.

Somehow she managed to keep her composure even though she saw that Mike had seen the whole thing and was now staring at the purple liquid dripping between her tits. Following his eyes, she realized that he could easily see almost all her fully exposed aureoles, strangely that excited more than worried her. In fact, she was sure she saw her aureoles pucker just a bit more and her nipples stretched even further in response to being viewed.

After the general buzz returned he leaned over with his napkin and asked, "Can I help?" as he reached towards her tits. Without thinking Anne stuck her chest out to give him access. Ooops, bad idea she thought, mumbling, "Excuse me," she headed more than a bit wobbly to the lady's room.

The damage wasn't too bad, and a few quick blots with a wet paper towel got most of it. She was more irritated that blotting at her tits wasn't doing a thing for making her nipples go down and standing had played merry hell with her equilibrium. In fact, she had to admit, "I am definitely drunk."

Now at full list she opened the door only to perform a trip and full prat fall right into Mike's arms. Not thinking to ask what he was doing there, she was just glad to find a soft landing place rather than crashing headfirst into the opposing wall. Her legs refused to accept any commands from her brain and it took several attempts to finally get fully erect. Speaking of erect, Mike had pulled her close trying to stop her from having a close encounter with the floor. She couldn't help but notice that he had a nice swelling going in his pants and it was pushed very enticingly into her belly.

"Thanks for catching me," she finally uttered. "Hang around here often?" she lamely added trying to distract the conversation from her Three Stooges moment.

"Naw, just saw you weaving like a drunken sailor and thought you might need a hand finding your way back to your room. Seems like you are going to need a lot more than a hand," he added giving her a nice hug.

Her nipples were well free of the bra now and the thin material of the dress did little to mask the sensation as Mike pulled her close. In fact, they were now solid erasers scrubbing against Mike's chest. Again, her legs seemed to have a mind of their own, one found its way up and to the side of his hip to allow that swelling cock to press more firmly. "Wow, just how big is he?" she wondered. It felt like the head was straining to meet the underside of her tits, "and he's not that much taller than me."

Her mind was definitely a bit fuzzy from the alcohol, but she remembered snatches of conversations, even a bit of bragging by Mike himself about his excessive endowment. "Hung like a donkey," one of the Admin Assistants had said back at the home office. For a moment she found herself fantasizing about that huge schlong that was now pressing so enticingly against her. But only for a moment, and her senses returned, well at least slightly.

"I need to get to bed and sleep this off," she said, admittedly with one last scrub of her nips against his chest.

"I'll walk you up," Mike offered. "Even if you find your room, I doubt you're in any shape to master complicated concepts like key cards," he laughed. An insult, but she realized there was no meanness in it.

Anne quickly realized she actually did need Mike's offer. She was swerving and leaning against him as the navigated to the elevators. Once inside she all but collapsed against him. "I think I'm going to have to pour you into bed," he joked.

"Well as long as you don't join me," she joked back, "I'm not on the pill!" "What the fuck!" she swore, "why did I say that?"

"Well if you're offering we can make a detour to my room and grab a condom; extra-large you know." He winked.

"Uh, huh sure," she said joking back. "That's bragging if I ever heard it."

"Not bragging if you can back it up." Mike said as they reached her room. Half propping her against the door, she handed him her card and leaned forward to watch and effectively blocked his view of the latch. "Look love you'll have to let me see what I'm doing," he said lifting her a bit aside and bracing his forearm right across her tits which she had to admit felt pretty nice. The door opened and Mike stayed behind her half frog walking her to the bed. Trying to turn her around so he didn't dump her face down was awkward. Anne's knees buckled back against the bed and to save herself she flung her arms around Mike's neck.

Over they toppled, Anne sprawled on the bed and Mike firmly between her legs. Without really thinking she swung her legs up, flipping her shoes into the air and pulling Mike even closer to her now definitely itchy crotch.

After that, they were both pretty much lost. Neither was sure who kissed whom or even what first. But when Mike's tongue snaked into her ear Anne let out an absolutely feral groan and both of them knew where things were headed. Both couldn't decide which they were more interested in, ripping off their own clothes are helping the other disrobe.

Mike pulled the dress over Anne's head and let out a slow soft whistle, "Damn, you weren't kidding about the undies, those are about the sexiest things I've ever seen. The contents are pretty nice too," he added as his mouth found her neck and kissed down to her exposed boobs. Soon a hard nipple found its way into his mouth, and again Anne moaned. She fumbled at his shorts and pulled them down. She gasped as she looked down at the monster she just freed. She reached with both hands and even then couldn't cover the whole thing. Jacking for all she is worth, Anne decided immediately she had to try that massive tool. Leaning back, she pulled him down for a burning searching kiss as his chest seemed to sear her had nipples. And that cock, that glorious cock was rubbing itself against the inside of one thigh, across the front of her panties and all the way up past her belly button.

At some point her bra vanished as they rolled about the bed, kissing and tonguing each nook and delicious piece of body that presented itself. Without thinking she raised up slightly and let that monster slip between her legs. "I have to keep my panties on," she thought as the large knob passed her engorged clit sending electric shocks through her stomach and erasing further logic.

High schoolers would call what they were doing dry humping, but in truth it was anything but dry. Anne's pussy was now fully soaked and Mikes cock easily slid back and forth deliciously stimulating her whole crack. Anne's perceived protection of her panties was really only serving to enhance the glorious feelings in her pussy. The sheer thin material would pull and stretch against her aching clit with each thrust between her legs. Both of her pussy lips were fully exposed anyway and wrapped lovingly around that wonderful cock. Copious amounts of pussy juice lubricated their passion as they slipped back and forth against each other. Their kissing became more furious with each moment and each thrust became longer and more urgent.

Pulling apart slightly to give Mike access to her neck and boobs form more attention to that particularly interesting region, caused Mike to pull his cock back and drug that massive head deeply through her cunt furrow. Anne gasped as it pulled across her now fully open pussy, to press against her clit directly. The pressure felt so wonderful! Anne arched her hips to press that cock more firmly against her clit, but there was too much lubrication, and his cock head easily slipped from her clit lower and into her waiting opening. Just a half an inch no more, and yet she was already stretched. Her mind shrieked no, her Mom's voice joined in yelling, "If you ever get pregnant, I'll kill you!!"

"Shut up mom!" Anne said and pushed hard against the intruding member. Lust, pleasure, pain? A lot of all three erupted in her nether region. A full inch, inch and a half, two, then Yes!!!! He was through her opening and smoothly pressing deeper in her pussy than Rick had ever touched. They lay still a moment panting into each other's mouths. Anne mewling and gasping and Mike muttering under his breath, "I think you just stripped the skin off my cock. Christ you are tight!"

As the initial shock subsided and before she lost all lucidity, she remembered again her unprotected status. "Please, she said, "don't cum in me. I wasn't kidding I'm not on the pill."

"Anything you want," he replied as he began to slowly pump in and out. "We'd best take it slow though. Frankly I could blow my cork any second as tight as you are."

Anne smacked his shoulder, but to show she wasn't angry she began to meet his thrusts, lifting her pelvis to drive his cock deeper, and deeper and deeper. Then suddenly blackness, and sound, "who's screaming?" she wondered. "Oh it's me, she giggled as a huge orgasm spasmed through her body.

Anne and Mike rolled and thrashed about the bed. Each sucking at the other's mouth with an abandon that Anne had never felt. Every thrust of Mike's cock explored regions of her pussy never touched before and wracked her body with incredible unexperienced sensations. Her pussy felt alive as it groped at the meat inside her, a sentient being, with its own intent of milking seed from Mike's tool. Generally, Anne could only cum once in a session and that was at the end of very extensive pussy licking. It was a rare treat to cum through actual sex. Yet she had lost track of the number of small orgasms she'd experienced so far, but for sure she'd had at least two big ones already.