There was a young woman, by the name of Kas, who worked for me a couple of years ago that usually was a real pain in the ass. She was a good worker but was very hard to get along with and not any of her coworkers liked her. She was a bit on the thin side but a careful glance revealed curves in the right places.
One spring afternoon, she was in my office where I was reviewing her latest project. As I said, she did good work and once again I complimented her on a fine job. She kind of surprised me by mentioning that she had a date with a fellow that evening. It was unusual to hear her relate something personal. I sat back in my chair and asked her if she was serious with the guy. She stunned me by saying that no, he wasn't anyone special and that he was just another jerk trying to hustle her to bed.
Not wanting to be involved in any conversation that could lead to a sexual harassment claim, I sort of gave her the bum's rush out and figured that was the end of it.
A month later we found ourselves together on a business trip to Cincinnati. After a nice dinner, we went back to our individual hotel rooms at the Residence Inn and after phoning the wife; I sat back with an honor bar beer and decided to read my notes from that day's meeting. There was a knock at my door and when I opened it, in rushed Kas wearing an overcoat. I stood at the door and asked her what she needed. She sat in a chair and began to weep. I closed the door and asked her what was wrong. She said she was tired of not having any friends to talk to. I told her that I didn't understand. She sobbed that no one that she worked with liked her and that since she lived alone she was always by herself. "Why doesn't anyone like me?" she asked. "Well," I said, "I like you."
She asked me for a can of Pepsi so I walked to the honor bar and reached in for one. When I turned back, she was gone. She had obviously gone into the attached bedroom. I called to her and walked to the doorway. Imagine my surprise when I saw her kneeling on my bed wearing only a pair of bright green panties. The beauty of her naked body stunned me. Her breasts were kind of small but proud. Her belly was flat and muscular. She said to me, "would you enjoy a no strings attached romp in the sack?"
I didn't know what to say but then she climbed from the bed and put her overcoat back on. "Just knock on my door when you make up your mind." She turned and walked away. At my door she said, "I like fantasies, if you come I want you to pretend to rape me. It'll be exciting." With that she left.
I fell into my chair, ignoring the partially empty beer. I thought about the vision of Kas and those wonderful tits. After a minute I decided that a no strings attached romp could be good. It had been years since I had seen such a naked body. Defying good sense, and making up my mind with my dick instead of my brain , I walked to her room.
She answered the knock after a minute and I saw that she had been busy. Her hair was brushed out, her makeup removed and she had donned a long flannel nightshirt.
"Yes?" she said. Knowing that she wanted to live out her fantasy, I pushed my way into the room. She covered her mouth with her hands and I grabbed her shirtfront and yanked it to pieces. She tried to punch me but I grabbed her and my 200 plus pounds gave me a strength far exceeding her 100 pounds. It felt so nice to have this squirming, lush body pressed against me. I finally picked her up and carried her into her bedroom. In the room her attitude changed and she was a wildcat. She pulled me to her and pulled at my clothes. Finally naked, we fell to the bed and I began caressing her body with gentle touches. I caressed every inch of her. I concentrated on her breasts but being careful not to touch her nipples. These I saved to carefully flick with my tongue. As I licked them I could feel them rising. Quite suddenly I opened my mouth and began sucking them. She writhed with pleasure making groans and other noises. I lowered my hand and just barely rubbed her pussy lips. Feeling her juices, I knew she was ready. I moved between her legs and allowed the head of my cock to rub her opening. She tried to pull me in closer but I wasn't quite ready yet. As I had said, it had been some time since I had such a fine woman in this position and I was going to slowly enjoy it. After much foreplay with the head of my cock, I slowly entered her and pushed in to the hilt. She gasped and began scratching my back. She drummed a tattoo on my back with one of her fists and began saying "yes, oh yes." When she began her first orgasm I slowed my movement and then began a steady pumping action. In and out with the length of my shaft. She once again began orgasms and finally I had to release mine. We came together with a series of shouts. Ah, it was marvelous.
We lay back and she started to doze. When I decided that there was to be no small talk from her. I climbed from the bed and got myself dressed. I could hear her gentle snoring so I went back to my own room. I dropped back to my chair with a fresh beer and contemplated the activities of the evening and began to wonder if they really happened. As stiff and sore as I felt, I knew it had.
