The consulting gig was for two weeks in the summer at an insurance company in Middle America. I loathed the idea of being out of the city that long, but in this economy you take what you can get. Finding you definitely made the trip enjoyable.
I saw you on my first day. I noticed your small waist, thick hips and strong legs. Are you a runner? It doesn't matter. You looked over your shoulder and saw me staring. I smiled. You blushed and hurried away. I knew there was an opportunity there.
I bided my time. After a few days of professionalism, you invited me to your house for a picnic that weekend along with some of your family and co-workers. People in the heartland can be so nice. I went looking for an opening.
Your husband is a lazy slob. I guessed he has no skill in bed. Your children were a handful. How do you even have the energy to keep your looks and figure? It doesn't matter. I could see you were hungry for a good strong fuck.
As the afternoon turned to evening and guests began to go home, I discreetly followed you into the kitchen. Your hands were in the sink when I came up behind you and touched the small of your back. My mouth was politely thanking you for the invitation. My hand was resting right above your firm ass, my body was close to you and my eyes searched your face for a reaction. Your eyes lit up from lust, not hospitality. I imagined the lips of your pussy getting moist.
I kissed you on the cheek to say good-bye, but before I pulled away my tongue slid gently over your ear lobe. There was a sharp gasp from you. Did I surprise you? I hope so. When I looked down at your face again you were blushing. I considered whispering into your ear, telling you I could throw you up on the counter and lick your pussy right, but your husband lumbered into the kitchen, looking for a beer. It didn't matter. You got the message.
You avoided me on Monday, at least during the day. I saw you were wearing a tight skirt, high heels and more make up than last week, but you wouldn't even make eye contact with me. It didn't bother me. You already made up your mind. You wanted what I was offering. I decided to stay in the office late.
How long did it take you to build up your courage to knock on my door? You came in sheepishly, but more than a few buttons on your blouse were undone. You put your cleavage on display for me. Very nice. You enjoyed walking towards me, letting your sexual desire guide you. You were repressed for too long in this town.
As you walked up to my desk, I got up and walked past you. I'm sure you were confused and hurt until you saw me motioning you toward the elevator. Your building had a cleaning crew and cameras. It might be fun to fuck you on your desk, so you could remember my dick every time you sat down at your computer, but I had a better idea. I had a plan.
I told you to follow me in your car when we left the building. I didn't drive to my hotel. I picked another one close by. I parked and watched you do the same. You came out of your car nervously. I knew you didn't want to go inside. It was a small town. You were afraid someone would see you. God forbid you and your slob are standing on line at Sam's Wholesale Club next to the hotel front desk clerk. How would you explain yourself? I didn't worry about that. I already knew what to do.
I led you by the arm behind the hotel and towards the tennis courts. It was warm enough for tennis, but the courts didn't have lights. No one was out there. No one saw me press your face up against the fence and slide my hands under your skirt. They didn't hear you moan when I finger fucked you, curling my honey soaked fingers into your pussy. Did you take your panties off in the car, or did you leave them home that morning, hoping I would be inside you? Either way, you were moist and opened for me. That's what I wanted.
