Ms. Laroche had recently left her professional job at the headquarters of a large metropolitan bank in Montreal to work for the bank's training and consulting division. In her new role she was required to travel extensively throughout Canada, which is how she found herself in Vancouver one day in August.
Arriving there on that late summer afternoon, Ms. Laroche took a taxi from the airport to the downtown hotel/conference center where the next day she would be training a small, specialized group of new investment salespeople on the ins and outs of bank policy, protocol and the new IT system. She was well versed in bank policy and had a reputation for interesting and lively training seminars.
After settling in to the luxurious accommodations at the hotel, She decided to relax before dinner with a nice warm bath. She slowly undressed, poured herself a glass of chilled white wine from the mini bar and slipped into the bubbling water of the Jacuzzi tub. With her eyes half closed, it seemed that the tensions of her long day of travel left her body in the swirling warmth.
In her minds eye she was picturing the face of Jake Henderson, one of the salesmen who would be attending her training seminar. In the course of business, they had exchanged a few emails for the past couple of months and had spoken by phone twice. It was clear to her that Jake had adopted a distinctly flirtatious manner with her, both in his emails and phone conversation. She often found that male employees from other provinces found her regional Quebecquois accent rather alluring and would comment on it. As for Jake, she had mostly ignored his tone, preferring to maintain a more professional level of dialog with him. Bank policy, after all, prohibited romantic dalliances between employees at her level.
Bank policy notwithstanding, it had been awhile for her and she could not help thinking about Jake, or about that last email he had sent her with the daring, risqué jpg. attachment. In that full frontal pic, she could see his hard cock, angry, red and fully erect. Laying back in the bath, she thought of his words and imagined that hard cock relentlessly pumping into her, again and again and again. With one hand pulling on a hard, long, swollen nipple and another hand drawn up between her long legs, a very sensual and longing Ms. Laroche made herself cum hard with a sharp gasp of pleasure.
The next day she prepared for her seminar, arranging the course notebooks at the conference room table. As the sales staff filed into the room, she greeted each one, but had an especially warm greeting for Jake. She recognized him right away and had very quickly and privately whispered into his ear, "Please come see me afterwards at the banquet." He winked back and blew her a kiss.
The Bank traditionally rewarded the sales staff with a lavish banquet after completion of the seminar and this night was no different. Ms. Laroche had drawn rave reviews for her presentation of the seminar information, and all the men and women who attended were in a very good mood. The food was excellent and the wine was flowing. Bankers can be a raucous crowd and they ate and drank and toasted each other with gusto. Jake finally came by and sat down next to her.
"Good evening, Ms. Laroche," he said. Then he leaned toward her and whispered something in her ear that made her smile. Before desert was served, Jake excused himself and left the room.
A little while later Ms. Laroche answered her cell phone. After a brief conversation, she announced to her tablemates that she would have to excuse herself as well. "I must email some information back to the Montreal office," she told them.
Instead, she found her way to conference room #101, where Jake had asked her to meet. This was all new for her. Normally she was very shy and not very adventurous sexually. She was raised as good, modest Catholic girl. But as she hesitated outside the door in the deserted hallway, she felt a warmth and a tingle in her tummy, her nipples were already hard. Taking a deep breath, she nervously opened the door, stepped inside and closed the door behind herself.
The room was semi-dark, but she made out the silhouette of a man standing to her left. It was Jake. Without a word, he approached and took her into his arms, kissing her on the mouth with a lot of tongue. As they kissed, he began to unbutton her blouse and soon had her beautiful, large tits in his hands. She slid her hand down his body to his crotch, unzipped his fly and pulled out his hard, erect cock, looking just as it did in the picture. He pushed her down to her knees and rubbed his throbbing cock over her full lips. Ms. Laroche thought to herself, " I am such a slut," as Jake pushed his cock into her mouth, grabbed her by her long auburn hair and began to fuck her throat furiously, deep and hard. She loved his forcefulness and slid her hand up under her skirt and began to rub her swollen little clit through the fabric of her thong panties when Jake suddenly exploded, spurting warm cum down her throat, making her choke and gag on his salty load. She pushed him back as his last ejaculation spurted on her face, trying to catch her breath. In the semi dark, Jake thought that she looked so beautiful that way, her face covered with his glistening cum, her full tits hanging out of her blouse, her hair disheveled. It was a perfect moment in time.
But it was not to last. At that very moment, Jake's cell phone started ringing. He pulled it from his pocket and looked at the caller ID. Then he practically bolted from the room, zipping up his pants and tucking in his shirt, "I'm sorry, but I must go," he said, as he quickly made his exit.
Ms. Laroche was now alone, very aroused but not fulfilled, feeling abandoned, and not understanding why. It had all happened so quickly that she had little time to react. Where did Jake go? She closed her eyes as her heartbeat gradually slowed to normal, trying to understand.
