Crazy Wor Travel

*this is strictly a work of fiction, and all mine*

"Jesus Christ it's been a long two weeks."

That thought was my mantra. When Ben has asked me to join him on this business trip, I'd had something a lot more fun in mind. He was bringing me to the heart of Paris to take notes and integrate myself better into his team - its been a fanfuckingtastic opportunity. But I have to admit - I pictured normal work days with dinners filled with easy laughter with my admittedly sexy boss... maybe a little too much wine... maybe some stolen moments his wife didn't need to know about. What I got was 15 hour work days, per diem that barely covered a decent cup of coffee, open hostility from the local team about an entry level having been brought to the meeting, and a need for a solid night sleep like nobody's business.

But tonight is the final night. Ben is treating us all to an upscale dinner. It's going to be great.

When the last meeting ends, we bolt for the hotel - our sloppy business casual won't cut it in the restaurant. He sighs at me in the elevator, then tells me he'll be knocking on my door in exactly 50 minutes. I steal a glance as I tell him it's fine, appreciating the extra few inches he has on me, the way his arms and shoulders look lightly muscular, how his hair had been ruffled by frustrated hands running through... fuck me, this man is 20 years or more my senior and I want him. Bad.

I quickly change - my one dressy dress that came, which is frankly slutty dressy, so soft and cut 5 inches higher and much lower at the neckline then a work event dress should be, patterned stockings, hair loosely curled, eyes, lips, and cheeks darkened. He knocks as I'm slipping on my flats and off we run to the restaurant.

Dinner is a flurry of conversations with my coworkers wives, loving their soft accents, heavy delicious food, and so so much wine. I'm not just tipsy as we're clearing out, I'm slurring and stupid. But so happy - the hottest guy in the room is leaving(ish) with me. And hes a little loaded too.

In the cab I find myself pressed very close to him, a random coworker jumping in for part of the ride. When he gets out, I know I should move away, but I don't. I just let my head roll back onto his shoulder, enjoying the crosswind moving across my sweaty throat. He snorts but allows it.

While we wait for the elevator, I sneak yet another ogle. He catches it.

"Stop that."

I giggle like an idiot. "Why can't I look as long as I don't touch?" The look he gives me in response in is unreadable. We stumble into the elevator, hugging opposite walls, just staring at one another. My floor comes too quickly and I break eye contact and leave. And Ben follows me.

Internally, I panic a little, but assume he's just walking me to my door. It takes me about a hundred attempts to free my key card from my wallet. I open the door, say good night over my shoulder, and step in. And he forcefully steps in behind me.

Suddenly, words are just spewing out, one on top of the other. "Listen Ben, I'm sorry I gave you the wrong idea but you're married and my boss and I want your job one day and I don't want to fuck my way there so as much as I want to we can't fool around now or ever."

"You done?"

"Uh huh." my voice sounds so small.

He puts his hands on the side of my head. I mistake it for affection for half a second, but then he's squeezing. My face is stuck in whatever position he chooses. His mouth claims mine and I'm just stunned- there's no affection or tenderness, he's just bruising my lips. My tongue reacts instinctively - Ben is kissing me and it doesn't want to miss out. But I said no and I am holding to it. It takes my brain long enough to remember I have arms to push him off that I'm sure I'm going to be flying home with comediclY swollen lips.

I'm so drunk. My arms push against him, but there's no contact. My brain is too involved in the kissing to come up with an escape plan, so I pretty much just annoy him. He pulls away from me with a sigh and then forces my head to a tilt -and bites the junction of my neck so hard I feel a trickle of blood. "Give it the fuck up or that will be the least bad of the night. K?" I nod. I'm too wasted to be properly afraid, but he makes his point.

He orders me to my knees-one shoe comes off as I awkwardly comply. His hands leave my hair for the first time to unzip his fly, then return, much more lightly. He gently presses his fingers into the back of my head and I just... comply. I pull his semi hard cock out, and it's already five inches. I just shove it in my mouth, and it starts hardening toward my throat. I'm kind of amazed-apparently wine kills my gag reflex. I go to town - this may not be what I want, but it's fucking Ben, and I give the most inspired head of my life. Before long he's pulling me off and helping me back up, and I'm confused. And fucking soaked.

He pulls his clothing off quickly while I stand there stupidly. His body is way better then I gave it credit for. He's solid, with a smattering of hair across his stomach, and strong thighs. Flat stomach giving way to an 8 inch dick easily thicker than three fingers across. He comes close, putting his arms around me to roughly fondle my ass. His hands trace around my hips and into the junction of my thighs. His fingers curl into my stockings, destroying the crotch, and I start panting. By the time his finger traces along my pussy lips, I'm moaning and wiggling a little. That finger finds my clit and I have to put my arms shakily around him to keep upright. He presses circles into my clit, and I'm climbing high, fast.

"Don't you dare fucking cum yet."

"I... can't. . help. .. it. .."

"Help it."

I'm on my back on the bed without comprehending how I got there. He doesn't bother messing with my dress, it's just pushed above my waist and the hole in my stockings widened with his fingers. He works my tits out of my dress into the neck, and the effect is remarkably similar to a corset. My brain momentarily wanders to how great they look like that. And then he's in me and my focus is reclaimed. The first thrust, and those immediately after, are aggressive but not punishing. He is taking me, and I have no hope of not coming. With each thrust in I'm so full, and then he teases me on the way out. His hands are mauling my breasts, but it feels oddly right. The soft fabric shifting against my body... it's too much. Too much sensation. My orgasm brings my back off the bed, his name to my mouth over and over, and I'm just gone. He starts moving harder, and moves his hand to my clit, and I'm twitching, too sensitive, in pain. I weakly try to push his hand away from my pussy and the one on my breast squeezes so hard I feel tears welling. He keeps working my clit and the pain passes and I'm climbing again. This time, when I come, it's with a nonsensical shout, I can't think or move, the only thing I'm thinking about is my pussy clamping down on his cock. I hear his groan vaguely, mine drowning him out. He stills momentarily, then leans over and kisses me gently for the first time. He wipes his cock against my stockings on the way out of me and collapses next to me.

"Set your alarm baby girl. If we miss our flights in the morning, the replacement tickets come from your paycheck."