This follows on immediately from part 1. As ever, it will make more sense and be a more arousing read if you're familiar with the characters and scenarios from the first part. This part also has less plot and more sex!
On the Tuesday after our second trip to Scotland we were back in the office, presenting our preliminary thoughts and plans to the senior mangers. They were, we were delighted to see, pleased with the progress. And gave us the green light to continue, with a few minor tweaks, on the plans we'd begun to establish.
Without being patronising I made it clear what an excellent job Penny was doing. Praising both her vision and the attention to detail she brought to the project. I also made a special effort, whilst we were both in company but also on our own, to make absolutely no reference to our intimacy. I was very confident that no-one would have suspected anything at all. Not least, I guess, because of how unlikely it was.
Clearly Penny wasn't about to disclose anything herself. But, as we left the office at the end of our presentation, she quietly drew me to one side as we walked to the car park. "Thank you for being so supportive and more importantly continuing to be so discreet," she began. "I really wasn't sure I could rely on that. But I'm so glad you've not let me down."
"I have a number of faults. But I'm a man of my word," I assured her. "I really appreciate the risk we - and especially you - have taken. And I have no desire at all to cause you any distress. Quite the opposite in fact," I concluded.
"Thank you again, that's really good to hear," she said. Then pulled me to her for a quick, but very tight, hug. "You're actually a really good man." she informed me. Before rushing away, blushing.
For the next few days we continued to work firming up our plans. This time involving multiple stakeholders in our company. We liaised a lot, both in the office and on the phone. But, at all times, I continued to be true to my word and the model of discretion. Though, whether anyone noticed it or not, there was a palpable chemistry and spark between us.
Penny mirrored this discretion - probably for more obvious reasons - but, on occasions, we exchanged knowing smiles and glances.
The following week we were back in the same hotel for another visit to prepare the project. This time we'd got a late afternoon flight up so went straight to our hotel, prior to an early start on site the next day.
We checked in and grabbed a quick bite in the hotel bar. Conversation had been a little stilted, probably reflecting the uncertainty we perhaps both felt at how to behave now that we were again, to all intents and purposes, alone. Or at least away from the glare of the office. Finishing our meals we traipsed up to our rooms.
"Are you coming in for a coffee and a catch up?" Penny suggested shyly.
"I'd be delighted to," I agreed immediately, following her into to the room. I was hopeful of further sexual interactions. But, once more, was happy for Penny to take the lead. Though I'm afraid that commitment didn't last too long!
Penny filled the kettle and made her way to the corner, fiddling with the cups. Moving to stand right behind her I took hold of her shoulders and dipped my head to gently kiss the nape of her beautiful, slender, neck.
"Is the sort of catching up you were hoping to have?" I asked, breathlessly, as I dropped an arm down and began fondling her taut, athletic, buttocks.
"Mmmm, yes, I suppose it was," she murmured her acquiescence.
"And how about this?" I suggested, as I snaked an arm around in front her and rubbed the gusset of her trousers, before inserting it into the waistband and reaching down to rub her pussy directly.
"God, you are so wet," I chuckled. "I can't believe how turned on you are already."
Spinning her around I took her her head in my hands and pulled her to me for a deep, passionate, kiss. Hitherto I'd gone slowly and allowed Penny to set the pace. But tonight I was so turned on myself that I was a little more forceful than I'd previously been. Grinding against her, pawing her tits and sticking my tongue deep into her throat. Fortunately, this passion was at least reciprocated - if not exceeded - by Penny.
Interrupting our kissing, at least momentarily, I pulled her sweater over head, unhooked her bra and dipped my head to nibble on her tits.
"Oh Jeez," she murmured, "that's gorgeous," as I dropped my hand again, loosened the waistband of her trousers and started to rub her pussy once more.
"Nnnngh, nnnggh, so good, " she grunted, as I continued playing with her.
Horny as it was, I wanted to get more comfortable. So I pulled us over toward the bed, shrugging off my own clothes and helping Penny divest herself of the last of hers. Just before I lay down I gloried in the sight of her beneath me. She really did have the most wonderful body. Tight, toned and with a lustre and freshness that my own middle aged body (as relatively well preserved as I was) just could not match.
I pulled her back for another passionate kiss and renewed my fingering. But tonight I was keen to progress things a little further. After nibbling on her wonderful, pert, nipples (which I knew from previous experience she enjoyed) I moved lower and began reigning gentle kisses on her flat, muscled, abdomen.
She was shivering and moaning gently at my touch. Most importantly, given how she must have been guessing my attentions, she did nothing to stop me.
But I still took it slowly. I was kissing her navel, blowing gently on her tummy and then inserting a finger into her soaking pussy.
"Aagh, aagh," she gasped, arching her back, as I gently ran a digit around her pussy wall. She was clearly luxuriating in the attention I was giving her and I could smell her arousal. But I was now desperate to taste it!
Spinning down I positioned myself with my head between her legs. I was now inches away from her pussy, glistening as it was with arousal. However, before diving in to tongue her, I continued kissing her fine, alabaster, skin. But now, instead of her abdomen, I was lightly kissing her inner thighs.
Penny was still saying nothing, to either encourage, nor more importantly to stop, me. But she continued to display her pleasure with incoherent grunts and quiet moans.
So I took the next step, lightly running my tongue from her perineum up to and over her pussy. Alighting on her engorged, prominent, clitoris.
"Oooh, oooh," she gasped, as I gently flicked it with the flat of my tongue.
"Is that good for you?" I checked, looking up to see if she would look down and make eye contact with me between her legs.
