The Philadelphia Story

Apparently all the women depicted here on Literotica are 5 feet 2 with 40" double D breasts; insatiable sexual appetites; love the taste of semen; and are anxious to have anal sex. Naturally, all their lovers are 6 feet 3; with 10-inch penises; and are able to have intercourse 15 times a day. Whereas, their husbands are sexually inadequate with 4 1/2- inch penises. This nonsense, accompanied by coarse vulgarity in most of the narratives, in my mind fails to qualify as anything remotely approaching eroticism!

Although the names have been changed for obvious reasons the story I am about to relate actually took place!

I had been away from home for three weeks. The trip back to Westchester County New York from Philadelphia on a Saturday afternoon was awful! Weekend traffic on the New Jersey Turnpike during the summer is always awful. A usually two-hour drive took well over three hours!

Hi! This is Gerlinda again. You may remember me as 'Geri' from some previous submissions here on Literotica. To recap - Coming from a small town in Bavaria I emigrated to America when I was eighteen and became an American citizen. Happily married to a wonderful loving husband for over twenty years. Stereotypically pale white skin, blue eyes, curly blonde hair, and what I've been told is an attractive shapely figure on a five-foot seven-inch frame. Being fluently bi-lingual in German and English, I am employed by a German-based company here in the USA.

I have the position of administrative assistant to Mr. Schumann, the president of the U.S. division of a rather prestigious medical equipment manufacturing corporation. ('Administrative Assistant' is a glorified title for Personal Secretary/Girl Friday.)

After almost a year in the planning I was required to go on an extended trip to help supervise the opening of the new branch facility in suburban Philadelphia. The time there would be about three weeks. Mr. Schumann had arranged for a limo to take the two of us from the home office to Philadelphia so that during the trip we could review and finalize the plans for the opening and discuss other corporate business. Also, that way neither of us had to drive - after all, he is the president!

The time in Philly turned out to be quite successful. All things considered everything went surprisingly smoothly and our accommodations were first-class. My responsibilities were demanding and not without a significant amount of pressure. The days were long - often fourteen to fifteen hours - and included working on the weekends. As such, I was relieved that we were finally done and really happy to be back home again!

Upon my return home my wonderfully thoughtful husband, Roger, met me at the front door with two glasses of nicely chilled prosecco. After a click of our glasses, a sip, an affectionate hug and a kiss, Roger carried my suitcase into the living room where we sat down to relax and enjoy the wine. I described to Roger how modern and efficient the new facility was and how flawlessly the opening went. As a bonus, on the last day there we finalized a very profitable contract to supply all the equipment needs to a prominent upstate New York medical research facility!

And then I said to Roger "I have something more I must tell you. Please don't interrupt or say a word until I'm done or I might not be able to go through with the account of what happened while I was in Philadelphia."

"On Friday evening those company employees that had worked on the project were invited to the executive suite at the luxurious hotel in which Mr. Schumann and I were staying to unwind and celebrate the conclusion of all business matters. As a token of his appreciation for all the work done by the team Mr. Schumann had arranged for a German style catered buffet including a few bottles of Champagne -to go with the assorted cold cuts, sliced cheeses and dark rye bread.

"The limo was not scheduled to bring Mr. Schumann and me back to where we had left out cars at the White Plains home office in Westchester until Saturday morning. However, the majority of the employees lived in the immediate area, and would be leaving for their homes Friday evening to spend the weekend with their families. As the evening wore on the group thinned out until finally Mr. Schumann and I were the only ones left in the suite.

"Although several years younger than myself I have never referred to him other than 'Mr. Schumann' and only when we were alone would he call me by my first name but in the presence of others I was always referred to as 'Mrs. A...'. Mr. Schumann commended me on my efforts not only with the opening of the new facility but also being instrumental in finalizing the business transaction. Apologizing for requiring me to be away from my home for such a prolonged time, plus all the stress involved, he told me that he would be contacting headquarters in Germany and tell them that based on my performance I was clearly entitled to a significant raise!

"We were still in business attire - he an expensive dark blue suit, crisp light blue shirt with French cuffs and matching tie. I wore a conservative charcoal business outfit - knee-length skirt and matching jacket, light pink high-neck blouse and sensible heels.

"Mr. Schumann hung his suit jacket on the back of one of the chairs, brought two glasses of Champagne back to the black leather sofa on which I was seated, and sat down on the sofa a few feet away. Then, with a tired but cheerful 'Prost' we clicked glasses and toasted our success. Finally, we were able to relax!

"There's a certain closeness, a common bonding, that develops between people that have worked long and hard closely together especially if they have had their efforts come to a successful conclusion.

"We sipped our Champagne and chatted for a short time mostly about the company and our time in Philly. Once the wine was finished, we placed our empty glasses on the coffee table and as I started to rise to leave Mr. Schumann attempted to place an appreciative kiss on my cheek. However, just as he did this, I turned toward him to say goodnight and instead of my cheek his kiss landed, albeit unintentionally, directly on my lips!

"During the five years I have been with the company the interaction between Mr. Schumann and myself, while cordial, has always been that of strict principled professionalism. Of course there was the 'Happy birthday; How was your weekend;' a platonic kiss on the cheek at New Years; etc. but all was actually quite formal. In German the term is Schicklichkeit. But at this moment there was an undeniable warmhearted respectful, perhaps even affectionate, connection that we mutually felt for one another. Most everyone knows the German word for this - Gemütlichkeit.

"Both somewhat taken aback we stared into each other's eyes for a few seconds. Mr. Schumann started to apologize but I raised my hand to stop him. Then I slipped off my jacket, draped it over the back of the sofa, and kicked off my heels. Sliding closer toward him on the sofa we tentatively, lost in the moment, pressed our lips together again - this time not by accident!

"As our gentle kisses became more intimate, my tongue lightly grazing his lips, I felt a hand rest apprehensively on my knee. I didn't attempt to remove it. Even as his hand crept centimeter by centimeter further up my thigh I didn't object. Warmhearted respect was rapidly escalating into something much more - Leidenschaftlich!

"After a few moments I lifted his hand from my thigh and held it to my breast. I'm sure he could feel the pounding of my heart and the swelling of my nipple trying to push through my clothing.

"Clearly the exhilaration of the day, along with the close connection we had shared during the past three weeks, had overcome principled professionalism! Yet everything seemed so natural, so normal, with no sense of awkwardness. For all intents and purposes, at that moment in time, it was as if no other people existed except the two of us. Not the rest of the work staff, not you my husband, not his wife, not the rest of the world!

"Though the result of our working so closely together was very rewarding, it's undeniable that sharing intimate pleasure with another person is probably the most rewarding of all human relationships.

"After uncertainly studying one another for a few seconds I removed his cufflinks, loosened his tie, and unbuttoned his dress shirt. I helped him remove his shirt and tie and placed them on the back of the sofa along with my jacket. At first, he appeared a bit surprised, but that quickly passed. (So much for uncertainty!)

"I turned my back toward him and let him unbutton my blouse. Once unbuttoned I didn't move. He understood and with fumbling fingers I felt him undo each of the three hooks of my bra. I removed my blouse, dropped it with our other clothing, and holding the cups of my bra in place covering myself, turned back to face him. With what was clearly great expectancy on his part, his eyes left mine and lowered to intently stare at my hands holding the sheer pink cloth concealing my nakedness. After a few moments I slowly slid away my bra exposing my once unapproachable body to a man who for five years had been my immediate superior - always an impersonal business associate. I'm certain that the sight of my now erect dark pink nipples and puckered areolas, a striking contrast against my ample milky-white breasts, had to be arousing. Hesitantly, as if seeking permission, he reached out to touch me cradling the weight of my full breasts in his warm hands while gently stroking my nipples with the tips of his fingers. Permission was not needed as clearly the desire was mutual since I could feel an uncontrollable warmth building between my thighs and, after all, I was basically the instigator in all of this!

"Although not a word had been spoken, as if of one mind, we simultaneously got to our feet and hand in hand slowly walked from the office/living section of the suite to the bedroom with its luxurious king-sized bed. The room was illuminated by a dim seductive light in the corner with soft music playing in the background. The mingled aromas of his cologne and my perfume adding to the sensuality of the moment.

"Once in the bedroom Mr. Schumann removed his shoes and socks and we stood, holding each other close in our arms, our mouths joined together, my bare breasts with their rock-hard nipples pressed against his bare chest. I unfastened my skirt then undid his belt and zipper letting the rest of our outer clothing drop to the floor. Wearing only his briefs his arousal was plainly visible and I'm sure he couldn't help but notice my moisture darkening the crotch of my pink panties.

"Stepping out of the clothing piled at our feet we moved to the bed, tossed back the bedcovers and crawled onto the cool white sheet. We lay side by side our fingers exploring the other's body and kissing with his soft lips pressed against mine and our tongues playing with each other's.

"His kisses left mine and wandered down my neck, my shoulder, my breast, until at last his lips and tongue were doing tantalizing things to my rigid nipples, the pleasure I was feeling radiating from there throughout my entire body.

"He continued downward placing kisses on my trembling belly, slid off my sopping panties and kneeling between my parted legs briefly flicked my swollen clitoris with his tongue - something extremely personal and extremely exciting! I dug my fingers into his shoulders and let out a soft moan - the only sound either of us had made until then.

"There I was, a mature woman in her forties, heart racing with anticipation as if I was a teenage virgin about to experience her first time.

"He tossed his boxers away and slid his body up between my splayed thighs until his quivering erection was poised at the opening of my previously very private, very inaccessible sex. I raised my knees and wrapped my arms and legs around him drawing our bodies as close as possible. Oblivious of the gold band on my finger I reached down to help guide him into me. Both of us were so intensely aroused that once encountering my open engorged wet lips he had no difficulty pressing himself - tantalizingly slowly - into me until entirely filling my vagina. The sensation of sharing this ultimate act of intimacy with this man at this moment was not merely rewarding but breathtakingly, passionately thrilling!

"Once having completely penetrated my previously off-limits body he paused and then began thrusting back and forth - withdrawing until barely touching then impaling himself fully within me. At first his movements were unhurried then he gradually increased his pace until, all too soon, his body tensed and I could feel him coming as he silently emptied himself deep inside me. Although trying to hold back and prolong the intense intimate pleasure I was experiencing for as long a time as possible the sensation of his rhythmic throbbing within me was too much - I exploded with a violent orgasm that felt as if every muscle in my body was convulsing. My arms legs and sex clamped tightly around him as if our bodies had fused into one while the almost unbearable yet incredibly wonderful sensations of my climax rolled on and on eliciting yet another, this time, louder moan from somewhere deep within me.

"Ultimately the euphoria of my orgasm subsided. Feeling a bit lightheaded I lay there coated in a light sheen of perspiration recovering from the intense pleasure we had just shared. As my body and mind returned to some semblance of normalcy I was able to grasp the reality of what had just taken place. Yet I felt no guilt, no shame, no remorse about what we had done. Only a serene sense of fulfilled togetherness - a feeling of what was clearly mutual gratification. A natural, perhaps inevitable, conclusion to the past three weeks of united hard work and the months leading up to it.

"Eventually he limply withdrew and rolled off lying beside me. I turned over on my side and covered us with a sheet. He put his arm around me and held me, our bodies gently touching. Satisfyingly exhausted, we slept.

"When I opened my eyes the clock by the side of the bed showed a bit before 3:00AM. Although I was lying naked alongside my equally naked boss, I felt no sense of embarrassment about any part of what had taken place between us the evening before!

"I slipped quietly out from under the sheet leaving Mr. Schumann still asleep. (Even after performing this the ultimate act of physical intimacy between a man and a woman he was still 'Mr. Schumann'!)

"I put on one of the hotel-supplied robes from the bathroom and gathered up my clothing. Checking to be sure there was no one else awake I silently slipped out of the suite and hastily scurried to my room a few doors down the hall. I showered and crept into my bed still a bit shaky and unable to sleep as the images of the past hours with Mr. Schumann were still vividly dancing in my mind.

"The next morning I packed my suitcase and went down to the dining room. Mr. Schumann wasn't at breakfast. After a while I received a text on my cellphone telling me that the limo was ready to take us back to Westchester. I grabbed my suitcase and we met in front of the hotel.

"During the entire three-hour plus trek through New Jersey not a word was mentioned about what had happened Friday night! When the limo arrived back at the office parking lot Mr. Schumann again lavishly praised me for my efforts launching the new installation. After a warm "Auf wiedersehen" Mr. Schumann took my hand in his and said "Vielen Dank - für alles!" I got into my car and here I am!

"I'm well aware, my dear husband, that you are the ultimate voyeur deriving great delight from watching me experiencing sexual pleasure, especially with another person - something I will never understand! Although this time you couldn't actually see what went on last night in Philly, judging by the tent in your shorts the mental picture has obviously gotten you quite aroused!

"Now, I'm going to take a shower and I'll meet you in our bedroom. Please bring the wine. Sometime I'll let you know if the 'affair' with Mr. Schumann actually happened or did I merely make up some provocative scenario to get you all hot and bothered?!?!

"In the meanwhile - Deine Gedanken sind frei!"