A soft hum resonated from the air conditioner as I lay naked on the bed in my lonely motel room. Thoughts of home ran through my head and I idly fingered my moist pussy while wondering if Peter, my hubby would cope with our three children. I hoped they would not fret. After all, they were not used to their Mum being away overnight.
Home was a mining town in the Australian outback. I guess it wasn’t the type of existence for everyone, but we worked hard and found fun where we could. I was a child bride, married at seventeen, the mother of three children after only four years. At age twenty six, my children were all finally at school so I could carve a career. I was sick of just being someone’s Mum. It was time to find out who Wanda really was. As civilization caught up with us in the hot, red outback job opportunities came along and I was fortunate in landing an office job with a large telecommunications network.
This morning, I boarded the Cessna Conquest for a two-hour flight to the city, in order to attend my three-day induction course. I marvelled at the changing scenery from the parched red landscape of home to the green pastures and the pristine beaches of the outer city suburbs. I caught a cab from the airport to head office, in the city centre, where I met with managers and other new employees. From there about thirty of us boarded a charter bus that brought us to our motel and convention centre. Inwardly I congratulated myself for coping so well with my newfound freedom.
We were each allocated a single room, for which I was grateful, as I didn’t like the thought of sharing with a stranger. Although a little old fashioned, my room had a large bed with a wooden slatted headboard, and matching footboard. There was a wardrobe, a sofa, and a mini bar with coffee making facilities on the bench alongside. A small bathroom completed the unit so, after unpacking my bag, I showered, then lay on the soft bed. The coordinator had said to meet in the foyer in an hour and by my watch, I still had fifteen minutes. Thank God, I had brought a couple of my sex toys! I don’t whether I was uptight about being away from home, apprehensive about the course, or if it was fear of the unknown, but I felt a deep yearning. I was grateful that I had my mini vibe and ‘Big Red’, for company.
Pulling back the blankets I lay naked on the cool white sheets. Oh God! I would have loved a nice hot, passionate fuck session right now, but my battery powered friends and my fingers were the only option. Usually, just by using my fingers I could bring myself to orgasm and ejaculation but time was limited. So I reached for my mini vibe instead. Holding it tightly against my hardening nub, I slid two fingers into my pulsating wetness and writhed in total abandon as a wonderful release enveloped my body.
My timing was perfect. Just as I was regaining my composure there was a knock at the door. It was the course-manager informing everyone that the meeting was five minutes away. Since the day was hot I slipped on panties, shorts and singlet as well as my sports shoes. Hastily I applied a little makeup and brushed my long blonde hair before hurrying to the foyer.
I entered the building and immediately felt the icy chill of the air conditioner causing my nipples to peek against my white singlet. Several men turned in my direction and it was obvious they had noticed my stiffened nipples. I was accustomed to admiring glances as in my town the men outnumbered women five to one. Glances, ogles and compliments were normal and I must admit that I played up to the attention bestowed upon me. In this instance I smiled coyly and joined a group near the water cooler.
We chatted in small groups until Prof Miller; the lecturer took his place on the mini stage and made a welcoming speech. He explained what the course entailed. It sounded as if it was going to be a very demanding three days with both mental and physical activities. The end objective was to trust your co-workers and to have complete trust and faith in the company, and yourself.
Miller was a jovial man, telling us all not to look so worried as we were going to have heaps of fun. His first step was to separate us into smaller groups. As instructed we each wrote our name on a slip of paper; he said a ‘lucky dip’ was the most unbiased way to pick the teams. One by one the names were called out until we stood in six groups of five people.
So these were to be my work buddies for the next few days. Dave was a trendy university drop out, outspoken and a born leader. We immediately chose him as team captain. Graham an ex- jockey was small in stature with a quick wit. Carol was older; a large lady with a tiny voice that seemed like it should belong to a petite schoolgirl. Lastly there was Josh. As an ex footballer Josh had a great body although his mind appeared a bit slow.
The Professor handed out work sheets and we sat in our groups to solve the problems set for us. I was surprised at the immediate rapport between our team. Other groups sat in virtual silence but we chatted and solved the riddles quickly. Each worksheet was different; the point of the exercise was ‘communication’. Without communication, the puzzles would be impossible to solve. More exercises followed, with brief stops for lunch and afternoon tea. At last the hot north wind turned, replaced by a cooler southerly. Our lecturer saw that as a cue to take us all outside and begin the physical activities. He said he would go easy on us as it had been a busy day. The objective was to complete the obstacle course as a team and that meant that the more athletic team members had to assist the weaker ones.
Dave was so helpful to Carol. Being a large lady she did have a few problems climbing the scramble and crawling through the netting but he made sure she stayed with the group. I had to laugh as he helped her over the wall, pushing and shoving, while singing “Fat Bottomed Girls”. Athletic Josh helped little Graham and together they giggled a lot. I managed to get through easily although I did stay to help Dave and Carol. Our group finished a credible second and while we were waiting for the other teams to finish we noticed that the lawn sprinklers had been turned on.
“C’mon team … race you!” yelled Dave.
Although Carol and I hesitated, the guys raced into the spray of the sprinklers. It was only the taunts of ‘chicken’ that coaxed us into the icy yet refreshing water. My mind returned to my childhood when I had last enjoyed this simple pleasure with my peers. Suddenly Dave stopped prancing. He pointed at my now transparent singlet. I looked down, and felt pangs of self consciousness to see that my large pink nipples were standing to attention, almost begging to be noticed.
“Oh Momma, who’s your Daddy?” Dave joked. “Here, you had better borrow this.”
He peeled off his black Mambo ‘Farting Dog’ t-shirt and handed it to me. I was grateful for his consideration. The embarrassment of wearing a naughty t-shirt was minimal compared to virtually exposing myself before the whole class!
After showering and changing our clothes we met again for dinner. Work for the day was over but we stayed in our groups getting to know each other better. As the evening wore on the wine flowed freely and we discussed everything from sex to politics. Josh being a beer drinker unused to red wine, became louder and louder as the evening wore on. Graham said his ‘goodnights’ then tactfully escorted Josh back to his room before he too retired. Carol, Dave and myself chatted a while longer.
Dave was such good company and proficient at joke telling; at times Carol and I were nearly rolling on the floor. It was one of the most entertaining evenings of my life. Most of the other groups had left so we decided we should also call it a night. We walked Carol to her unit where we said goodnight, each giving her a friendly hug. After that Dave escorted me to my door. He said goodnight and hugged me. I looked up at him. He leant forward and pressed his lips to mine. His kiss was hot and passionate, his tongue snaking between my lips and I willingly accepting it. Things were getting almost to the point of no return when we were disturbed by my area manager whose unit was next to mine. His porch light came on and he stepped outside for a cigarette. I hoped he hadn’t seen too much as it was quite likely that he would meet my husband at various social gatherings. I panicked and quickly said goodnight to him and Dave before making a hasty retreat into my room.
Lying on my bed later and thinking of what may have been I was sorry that it hadn’t happened. I felt extremely attracted to the guy though he had been a total stranger until a few hours ago. Oh well, I thought to myself, early days. Stripping off my little black dress and lace underwear I lay naked on the bed again and relished the feel of the crisp cotton sheets against my body. Once again I enlisted the aid of my mini vibe. I loved that little multi speed powerhouse. I had a routine of starting with it on low speed then slowly building up to the dizzy heights that, more often than not, took me over the edge. It felt so good but I needed deep thrusting penetration to attain the release I craved. Big Red was the answer. He was a red jelly dong nine inches long, veined and extra thick, with a huge head. It had balls that could be used as a base though I preferred to use them as a handle. Keeping the vibe against my clit, I slowly pushed Red into my wet depths until the balls rested against my arse. Although my pussy gripped tightly I began pumping him in and out, starting slowly, becoming faster and harder until I could feel the beginnings of a deep cervical orgasm. Contractions wracked my body. Small squeals escaped my mouth and my juices exploded from within. I was lost in the pleasures of my own body, as sweet Morphia took me to her breast.
Morning dawned and after opening the drapes, I was greeted by a beautiful clear sky. I made a coffee before jumping into the shower, my mind was abuzz with the possibilities this day might hold. The course had been enjoyable so far but my mind was more on, what I hoped, would happen between Dave and me. There was a strange magnetism about Dave. I knew what it felt like to have men lust after me and indeed, at times, I had succumbed to their charms. It was difficult to explain; just that Dave was different. Breakfast was served in the dining room although the seating had been changed from the large tables of the previous night. Instead there were smaller tables designed to sit up to four people. I made myself comfortable and a few minutes later Carol joined me.
