Thanks to everyone for all the encouragement with the first two instalments!
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After that, it was a regular thing. At least twice a week -- and more often more frequently than that -- we'd meet up. Once more in the office, where she rode me while I sat in her chair, a few times in her place when her husband was away (when she'd asked me to put one of his shirts on while I fucked her from behind in front of a full-length mirror, before she put it back on it's hanger); but mostly at my place. We'd leave at differing times; either I'd go first and wait for her in my flat, a painful hard-on straining at my trousers waiting for her, or she'd leave first, go for a drink somewhere close by and wait till she saw me walk past. It was glorious.
After a few months, it was time for our annual conference. Every other time I'd attended, it'd been the most boring weekend of my life, but this time SHE was going. To a hotel. In the middle of nowhere. Where I'd be.
I mentioned it to her as we lay recovering in my bed the week before -- and the fact that it coincided with my birthday. "Really?" she said, smiling her smile and sliding a hand down to stroke over my balls, "We'll have to do something special then, won't we?"
The first day was the most exquisite monotony I've ever known; the journey down there, check-in, the initial talks and discussions (PowerPoint presentation after PowerPoint presentation), the dull work-orientated chatter over lunch... All the while our eyes were meeting, flaming with lustful looks whenever we were sure nobody could see. I was wondering all the time what she had in my mind for my birthday present the whole time. If anybody had asked me a question, I wouldn't have even been able to tell them what language the talks had been given in...
Before we went in for the afternoon talks, she was talking on her mobile. Hanging up, she walked over to me and leant in. She acted like she was pointing something out on the agenda. What she actually said was, "My room -- 235 -- at seven-thirty tonight." I nodded as if understanding a procedural diagram and walked away, heart pounding and trying to keep an erection at bay in the conference room. The talks helped.
I got to my room, showered, changed and paced. And paced. The clock crawled towards seven-thirty. At seven-twenty, I couldn't stand any more and walked out to briskly head to her room. I checked to make sure no-one saw me approach, then knocked. "Come in..." I heard her say from inside.
I opened the door, ducked inside and turned to lock it within a second. Turning back, I moved slowly up the short corridor to the main room of her suite. She was laying flat on the long, wide double bed, wearing only a white woollen bathrobe, her dark blonde hair splayed on the pillows. It was barely fastened, showing most of her full breasts and only just covering her waist -- one of her knees was raised slightly and she ran a foot over the top of her other shin. She lowered both of her eyebrows and wrinkled her nose at me mischievously. "I knew you'd be early..." I just nodded. "Happy birthday, Michael. Get undressed."
I kicked off my shoes and socks in record time and was unbuttoning my shirt when she undid the loose knot of the bathrobe's strap and gently threw it open; first one half, then the other. As my undressing became more rapid, I stared at her full curves, her dark pink nipples, her face. As I dropped my pants and stepped out, almost fully hard already, she had started to run her fingers up and down the length of her pussy lips. I walked over to the bed, wetting my tongue.
She saw me and shook her head. "Oh, no -- this is your birthday. Come here and kneel over me; one leg either side." I got on the bed on my knees and moved up the bed. She started running her hands over my body as soon as it was within her reach, beckoning me further up the bed. Soon I had a knee either side of her, the underside of my balls just touching the top of her tits. "God, I love how you get so hard so quickly..." she said, taking hold of my cock in both of her hands and rubbing me, staring at it, getting me as stiff as possible, all the while slowly and deliberately licking her lips. "Give it here, Michael -- fuck my mouth" she said as she moved her head forward.
I ran my fingers through her hair and moved the head of my cock into her mouth as she looked up at me. She took just the head at first, sucking and licking on it as if it were an ice-cream, holding it with one hand and jerking me off slightly. Her other hand played with my balls, massaging them and she sucked and licked. "You taste soooooo good -- have I ever told you that?" I shook my head, my mouth dry. "Mmmmm..." she licked all around my fat cockhead and sucked and kissed it. "Well, I should have -- you do."
She leant up further and moved her hands to my backside, pushing the length of my shaft into her mouth and she sucked, sliding it in and out. I gripped the headboard and slowly fucked her mouth with it, moaning. She let it fall out and took hold of it again, staring right into my eyes as she started to suck and lick on it again. "Jesus, Kate. I'm going to cum soon." She nodded and stopped.
"Move back, Michael."
As I settled back on my haunches, she pulled a bottle of oil out from under a pillow. She covered her hands in it and started to rub it over her tits, squeezing them, pulling on her rock-hard nipples and moaning. "Want to lend a hand or two?" I didn't need asking twice and began to rub and cover her beautiful big breasts in the oil, revelling in the slick sensation of the handfuls of flesh covered in the slick oil. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, rub them..." As I did that, she began using her hands on my twitching cock, slowly sliding them all over it, covering it, sensually and slowly jerking me off again. She tugged it towards her tits and I complied, resting it between them. "I can't believe we haven't done this before, baby..." she said and smiled while pushing her tits up and around it, enclosing my dick in between them.
