(Part one of this story gave the background of my helping the Head Actuary who handled our business account out of a career wrecking jam. As payment for the miracle I worked to save her ass, she was going to repay me by giving me her virgin ass. Please read the first installment for all the details. Enjoy.)
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Once Stephanie reluctantly agreed to seal our deal, I had to figure out a way to get my payment for saving her job and career while not drawing suspicions from co-workers and her inquisitive husband. It was not an easy task.
I schemed for the 48 hours, trying to find the perfect spot for our romp. Her house was too dangerous, too many spying eyes, and there was no way my roomy would be quiet if I brought her to my place. Then it dawned on me.
There was a swanky resort about 40 miles away, the one complete with a full spa, and didn't Stephanie deserve a little rest and relaxation after having worked so hard in recent weeks? And it catered to, shall I say, an older crowd. Don't think there would be a lot of family friends of either of us happening to head there for a spa vacation.
Make a few calls, got the special off-season rate for Friday and Saturday nights, heck, it would be worth it.
Called Stephanie and outlined the details. We'd meet after work at the resort at 7. I would have already checked in, and she'd merely meeting me in the lobby. We'd have dinner, a couple drinks, and then travel to a more erotic place.
The week went by in a flash. On several occasions Stephanie attempted to talk be out of it, but, well, a deal is a deal, right? She wasn't happy, but, by the same token I had gotten her off the hook, saved her job, helped her get a big raise all while putting my ass on the line.
How appropriate she had to put her ass on the line.
I know that over the months since fixing the problem I'd had a special affection for her ass. It had always bedazzled me, but given the situation I found myself sneaking peaks at her when she walked the hallways. I'd fantasize about that ass, knowing that there was a great chance I not only would be seeing it bare but also banging it bareback.
Still, I thought she might back out of the deal. So when I noticed from the bar that she was walking through the front doors of the resort I couldn't help but smile. She looked wonderful. She glanced around, not seeing me, and walked around the lobby. That gave me a good view of her swaying ass.
After a bit I sauntered over to her. She was sitting awkwardly in the lobby, attempting to make busy with her phone, but I could see her eyes darting to a fro as she looked for me. When she saw me, our eyes met, and I swear she shivered a little at the sight of my presence.
"Good evening, Rob."
"Hello, Mrs. McCann, how are you tonight?"
She looked around, and, seeing nobody within hearing distance, spat her answer. "How do you think I am, you bastard? I don't want to be here."
"But you are, Mrs. McCann, you came here of your own free will," I said with a smile. "Come on, it's not that bad. This is a wonderful place! Lots of cherry and mahogany. And speaking of cherry, how's that ass of yours?"
The woman started to smack me, but thought better of it. She clenched her fist, screwed up her face, and saw back into the large stuffed arm chair with the realization of our little deal was going to be satisfied.
"Let's get it over with," said the woman. "This is not, as you say, by my own free will. You are forcing me."
Smiling, I handed her a heavy metal room key.
"We are in suite 309. Why don't you change into something for dinner? I will be up in a bit, but our reservation is for 8:15 so don't dally."
I think she thought I'd take her right to the room and bang her, so the dinner and lack of pawing through her off her game. Resigned, she mentioned there was an overnight bag in her car. Taking her car key, I said I'd get it.
A few minutes later I entered the suite and head the water running in the expansive bathroom. It was a bathroom for a queen, complete with a large bathtub, shower, bidet, two sinks and make up table. It overlooked the fields behind the hotel, and since we were in a high room one could prance around undressed and not be seen from outside.
Knocking on the door, I said I had her bag. She demurely opened it, hiding behind and reaching out, and I gentlemanly looked away as I held out the bag.
She said she'd only be a few minutes, but 15 minutes elapsed before the door opened. The wait was worth it. She wore a light blue dress with black stockings. The top was cut low, accentuating her breasts, and a large golden necklace graced her neck. She looked adorable and sexy.
Complimenting her on her taste, we escaped the wonderful suite to the grand ballroom where dinner awaited. I won't bore you with the details, but let it be known that her plunging neckline was noticed by both men (who stared) and women (who growled at their husbands). Being in love with Stephanie's ass I hadn't really paid a lot of attention to her breasts, but they were on display like fine diamonds at a museum.
After dinner we strolled the grounds of the resort under a near full moon, pausing at a gazebo adjacent to a lake to sit for a spell. As she had numerous times before, Stephanie attempted to get me to let her off the hook. She pleaded, throwing out her husband's honor, her kids' move and you name it.
I halted conversation with a reminder that a deal was a deal, and that she wasn't little miss innocent. She screwed up royally at work, and then sucked on my dick on several occasions over the last months. Not exactly a perfect wife and mother, now, was she?
We headed back to the suite, entering about 11.
She wasn't going to hear the executioner's song, but it appeared as if she thought it was the same thing.
Into the bathroom she went, and when she came out she looked adorable: A red baby doll nightie, with red panties underneath, and nothing else.
I had changed into pajamas, dark red if you must know, and led her to the expansive bed. Shutting off the lights, I slipped inside the covers and slid over to her.
"I had a great night, Stephanie, thanks for the good time."
"Are we going to...uh...you know?"
"Patience, Stephanie, patience. We've had a long day. Let's get a good night's sleep, why don't we."
You could sense the reprieve hitting her. I swear she exhaled a deep breath.
"You know, Stephanie, I sleep better when I'm, uh, not horny. And right now, with you in that wonderful nightie, I am very, very horny."
"I should have known," said the girl, reaching over to caress my dick. "Men!"
Stephanie slipped under the covers and played with my cock for a while, slowly stroking it to full attention. I couldn't see her, but that was okay, the sensations were intense as I could only tell by feel what she was doing.
She got me hot as a firecracker and nearly brought me off with her hands. When she finally locked her lips to the tip of my dick it took every bit of control I had not to immediately cum in her mouth.
Still, I couldn't have lasted more than a minute before she stroked and sucked the cum sauce from my cock into her wet, willing mouth.
"That was incredible, Stephanie," I cooed as she moved out from under the covers.
She didn't say anything, just moved up, fluffed her pillow, and then turned away from me. If she did this move to let me know she wasn't happy, her attempt failed. Because when she turned away her ass was right next to me. That perfect ass.
Sliding over behind her, I settled my spent cock into a wedge of her ass, then moved an around her. I had held her all night long.
The following morning I woke her at 7, ordering her up.
"What, what?" she questioned, rubbing her eyes...
"You have a spa appointment at 8, and breakfast will be here in 10 minutes. So, unless you want to let the delivery boy see you in your sexy undies I suggest you get up and get ready."
Knowing full well I'd open the door to food whether she was partially clothed or worse, she escaped to the bathroom. Inside, she called out. "Spa?"
"Yes, you have an appointment for the works. You deserve it."
"You never cease to amaze me," was all she said before the shower started in the marble bathroom.
Little did she know, as I was setting her up for a fall from my perspective. I just thought that if she was in a decent frame of mind she'd be more compliant. I know, I had the goods on her. Why else would a happily married woman be in the hotel suite of a co-worker? Still, I wanted a perfect weekend for me, of course, but wanted no repercussions down the road either.
As she showered out breakfast came and I opened our curtains. The view of the gardens and distant hills (okay, we call them mountains, but anyone from the West would call the molehills) and the wonderful morning. Opening the sliding door brought in a bouquet of smells from the garden that was more than pleasant.
Stephanie hadn't lost any of her modesty, re-entering the room dressed in sweats, looking wonderful in them. Not a bit sexy, more motherly, but that's okay. I'd get to see all I wanted in time. We shared coffee and assorted rolls before she whisked her way to the spa for her treatment while I prepared for my own treatment of her upon her return.
Thinking of that wonderful ass, I wondered how hard it would be to conquer. I mean, she had agreed to give me her ass, but that didn't mean it would be easy and I wasn't an expert as fucking an ass.
Still, she was going to do what I told her, so my preparation was merely to have lube ready to help the task. It didn't hurt that I'd received a handful of blow jobs from the woman over the last few months. They went a long way toward settling the ledger of me helping her out of the numbers jam at work.
