Alright, you know the drill... if you are under 21, think sex stories are wrong and immoral, and/or it is against the law where you live, go away... visit disney.com and leave me alone. If you are of legal age, see some redeemingvalue in this type of story and oh heck, you just like reading about pleasure, keep on going... For those of you who have thought I was dead this past year - pretty close! I just haven't really been inspired. Until now. And if this guy only knew HOW much he inspired me, this story probably wouldn't be mostly fictional. :) The Business Trip from Hell By Pami (M/F) (pami1968@aol.com) They couldn't have been more different. He was dark, intense, brooding. His dark hair looked like it was slicked back from his forehead with hair gel and it curled wildly at his shirt collar. There was no denying the fact that even if he had trimmed his goatee in the morning, by the late afternoon he didn't just have 5 o'clock shadow, it easily blended into his beard. She had occasionally amused herself by thinking that he must have to take a razor to work in order to tame his facial follicles on days that he worked late. His dark eyes seemed to always observe everything, and she could vividly remember holding group meetings and feeling like he could see inside her mind. A freshly pressed shirt and tie didn't help much - they only made him look slightly less scruffy. Even when he had his most polite expression on his face, it seemed to her like he was taking in everything that everyone said or did, and found them somewhat lacking. He didn't speak much in group meetings, and she wasn't sure if it was because he was unsure of himself or if he just didn't really care about anything or anyone. He was toned and tanned, and somewhat vain about it - he watched what he ate and worked out on a regular basis, trying to keep Father Time from encroaching. A loner, he didn't really have any cronies in their division at work - in fact, she wondered from if he ever just called anyone up to run ideas by them at all. He seemed like he would be more at home on the back of a Harley, wearing leather from top to toe, instead of in a conservative shirt and tie with a pair of shiny dress shoes on. His girlfriends, on the rare occasions that he was glimpsed about town with them, were all the same - blonde, slender, and overly-made up. She, on the other hand, was the golden girl. She was bubbly and vivacious, with a hair color that changed according to her whim and snappy brown eyes that always looked like they were either amused or ready to burst into tears. She hated wearing the restrained dress shirt with the required 70's-esque scarf tied around her neck. She was the one who everyone wanted to be around - the one who always had the one-liner ready but was equally able to be serious and brainstorm some great ideas to improve productivity. She occasionally spoke before she thought, and it was obvious to her co- workers that she needed to be a part of any decision that was made. She was somewhat overweight, definitely voluptuous, and she laughed it off, not wanting to give up that extra scoop of ice cream at lunch. When they were able to have casual day, she always had a perfect outfit ready - one that was perky and brightly colored, and it usually had a decolletage that made men look twice. They could ignore her bountiful breasts when they were hidden by a uniform shirt, but when she was wearing one of the knit scoop neck blouses that she loved, her curves were not able to be dismissed so easily. She didn't really care if they looked at her - she wasn't flashy or trashy, but she also figured that she couldn't hide her zaftig-ness, so why even try? And whenever she thought of 'him'...that elusive Mr. Maybe-Right, he definitely was clean-cut and conservative... almost boy-scout-looking. That night, she had arrayed herself in a blue and white checkerboard tanktop with a string that threaded down the front, a crisp pair of white jeans, and a pair of blue leather sandals. Her dark auburn hair was down, curling around her shoulders in the Floridian humidity. She hadn't bothered to put any makeup on, allowing her soft fair skin, pink lips, and black eyelashes to be her only cosmetic. She looked pretty much as wholesome as apple pie. He, on the other hand, had changed into a red and black knit t-shirt and a pair of khaki shorts. A ball-cap covered his hair, and he hadn't bothered to shave the stubble from his face. To say he looked a little ragged would have been an understatement. It was 'fun night' at their annual convention, and a buffet, bar, and band were waiting to entertain them for the evening. She ate dinner quickly, with a couple of friends she hadn't seen in years, and then her supervisor walked by the table. He wanted his little group of 15 or so employees to dance, he said. It seemed like he had a couple of drinks, but she was up for it, and so she went. As the evening wore on, no one danced with more people than she did. Partly because she knew colleagues from all over the country, from other divisions she had worked with, and they wanted to hang out with her, and partly because she was just so exuberant that even those who didn't know her wanted to get close enough to enjoy that aura of liveliness. And yes, she even danced with the scruffy guy, which surprised not only herself, but also their other co- workers, who were taken aback to see him even interacting with them. When he wasn't dancing, she felt like he was watching her every move. She thought maybe she was over-reacting, till one of the other guys in the division pulled her aside and teased her about her new 'boyfriend'. The night went on in much the same vein. Where ever she was, he would be. Staring at her with those dark eyes, until finally she couldn't stand it anymore. She walked up to him until their faces were just inches apart and "Are YOU lookin' at ME?" she asked him with a smirk on her face and in her best gangster/New Jersey accent. Instead of answering, he just stood there and looked into her eyes for what seemed like forever. He finally took her by the hand and led her outside and around the corner from the pavilion where all the action was taking place. Into the shadows they went and then he stopped. He turned back around, and didn't say a word. He just lowered his head and kissed her. The kiss went through her body like a shockwave. She was between boyfriends, and it had been a few months since she had been kissed by anyone, but she didn't think even her last lover had kissed her like this. He growled in his throat as his lips possessed hers. He bit on her lower lip, and she felt dizzy. He raised his head from hers, and smiled at her. Even in the shadows cast by the streetlights and buildings she could see the whiteness of his teeth against his dark beard. "I finally found a way to shut you up," he told her. She opened her mouth to protest this statement, and immediately his mouth swooped down to hers again. This time, he turned her against the building and pressed up against her. His tongue licked at her lips till she opened her mouth and then, when she felt it against the roof of her mouth, she was glad for the support of the wall because her knees weakened. The kiss went on and on, and the flame inside her burned higher and higher, until he stopped again. "I knew you would taste sweet," he muttered. She snapped out of the lustful spell that he had cast over her and pulled away. "I.. We... umm..." she stuttered, embarrassed beyond belief that she had actually been kissing a guy that she worked with, something that she was vehemently against. She pulled her hand out of his. "We need to go back before someone wonders where we went," she told him as composedly as she could. "Do you really want to do that," he asked her, lazily reaching out for the string that ran down the front of her shirt. He toyed with the bow that held it together. "Why don't we just go back to the hotel now? I'm sure no one will even realize we are gone." She shook her head and took another step back. "No way... you KNOW someone is gonna wonder where I am. I'm not exactly inconspicuous, you know. Besides, this is something that really shouldn't have happened. I'm not a big fan of romance in the workplace." He smirked, but straightened up to walk back to the pavilion. "I didn't say that ROMANCE was on my mind." She blushed beet red, and looked at him. "Let's just forget about this, ok?" and she walked back on her own. What she didn't hear was his answer. "I have no intention of forgetting about ANYTHING, darlin'" he drawled as he sauntered back behind her. Her reappearance at the dance pavilion was commented upon by several folks, but she airily blew it off, mentioning that it was just so darned hot and she needed to get some fresh air. No one commented upon his disappearance at the same time... he didn't really have anyone who kept tabs on his whereabouts. As the night wore on, she was completely self- conscious. She could sense his every move, whether he was over at the bar or dancing behind her with someone else. His eyes followed her from partner to partner, to the rest room, or to a chair to rest for a moment. She felt something in her stomach flip every time their eyes met, and she cursed the impulse that had led her into the awkward situation. Finally it was time to go back to the hotel. There was a group of about 12 of them, everywhere on the spectrum from cold sobriety to drunk as a skunk. They walked back, talking, joking, even singing and dancing. She spent a little time with everyone, except him. She thought maybe that wasn't noticed until she got to her room and her roommate asked her if they had maybe gotten into an argument. The roommate then wearily got into bed, and she decided that she was going to head down to the pool area for a late night swim. She dove into the quiet pool, which had three or four other people in and around it, and the fates being what they are, a head popped up next to hers and shook like a shaggy dog. It was him. "And I thought you were avoiding me," he smiled at her. She didn't smile back. "I was." He disappeared under the water and the next thing she knew, he had grabbed her by the ankles and dunked her. She came up sputtering while he laughed. "You are so... dunkable," he chuckled. She coldly responded, "You know, I really think we should just keep this on a professional level, ok?" It was a frosty tone, which she employed seldom, but it seemed to intimidate people when she did. And right now she needed a little bit of space. "No, it is not ok" he answered calmly as he quickly disappeared and he pulled her underwater again. Now she was getting annoyed. "Look. I just want you to leave me alone," she informed him. He pushed her along in the pool up to a corner. Softly he said, "I really don't think that's what you want, is it?" He ran his hand around her waist and moved closer until his body was pressing against hers. "I know that you liked my kiss, so don't deny it. Why don't you think about what else of mine you might like just as much." He looked side to side, and seeing no one in sight, he pulled her face up and kissed her hungrily. 'Dammit,' she thought, 'he does kiss REALLY well...and he knows it. I hate that.' and she gave herself up to the scorching heat that was running through her body. One kiss led to another, and the next thing she knew, he was nibbling on her neck and she heard herself gasping for breath. Her hands wandered across his shoulders and across the profuse expanse of curly hair covering his chest. In a dim corner of her mind she registered the thought that the rest of him was as hirsute as his face was. He felt her pulse race as he licked the base of her neck where it joined her collarbone, and he smiled inwardly. He knew that a woman full of vitality like she was would be passionate. He had heard her joking tales about her boyfriends and dates and had thought to himself many times that she just didn't know what to look for in a man. She always dated studious and serious men, but what she really needed was a 'bad boy' to let herself go. He hadn't really intended for it to be him, but for some reason, this week, he just couldn't control himself. She pushed his hands away as she felt him pulling at the straps to her swimsuit. "No... no..." she moaned, trying to maintain a shred of decency. While the hotel pool was now deserted, and it was the wee hours of the morning, she couldn't bear the thought of someone she knew from work coming upon her this way. He felt her begin to panic and he stopped himself. He pressed himself against her hard, and he was sure she could feel the semi-hardness of his cock against her vulva. He kissed his way to her ear and whispered, "Come to my room. Please." She shook her head in a negative, but he bit her earlobe and she moaned. "Come on..." he whispered again and he pulled her by the hand to the steps of the swimming pool. It was when he lifted her hand to his mouth and sucked one of her fingers into it that she let herself be guided out of the pool, and they didn't even stop for the towels on their chairs. He led her to the elevator, and they got on the deserted car. He pressed the proper floor and as the doors shut, they hungrily kissed again. The elevator ride was short, and as the doors opened, she knew that she should just be strong and go back to her own room and go to sleep. Unfortunately, the rational side of her personality had now been completely taken over by the physical need to feel his body next to her. They went down the hall, and she silently prayed that no one from their division would decide they needed ice in the middle of the night. He opened the door and gently nudged her in. The drips of water from the pool were minimal now, but their suits were still wet, and he watched her nipples harden from the air conditioning. He felt his cock twitch as he contemplated what they would taste like in his mouth, and then he didn't want to contemplate anything, as he took two steps to her and their lips connected again. He sat down on the bed and pulled her between his legs. In their current position, his face was on a level with her breasts and he leaned forward. The last thing she wanted to do was stop kissing, but when he sat down on the bed, she shivered, knowing that they were about to take the next step. She didn't even think about stopping him as she watched his mouth open and latch onto her left nipple right through the fabric of her swimsuit. She groaned as she felt his teeth pull on it and her hands ran through his hair and held him to her. He pulled her suit down past her ankles, exposing her lush curves to his gaze and then shot a molten glance up to her face. Her usually wide open eyes were slitted and the pupils were dilated, making her chocolate brown eyes pools of darkness that matched his own. His hands reached out and grasped her tits, pulling her flesh out, stretching the orbs towards him, almost elongating them. He could barely fit his hands around them, and their pale softness contrasted starkly against his tanned hands. He slipped his hands down to her waist and as he leaned back on the bed, she gently lay on top of him. Her weight pushed him into the mattress, and he felt totally surrounded by the heat of her body, despite the coolness of the room. It was an arousing feeling, and he felt himself grow harder at the thought of actually being inside her warmth. She cringed inwardly as they sank onto the bed. She hated to be on top - usually her abundant curves weren't an issue, but with someone new she worried that he would be turned off by her plumpness. And while she had started out somewhat reluctant in this encounter, she had given up her qualms with a vengeance, and now she wanted nothing more than to be as bad as this bad boy wanted her to be. She could feel his cock against her, and she straddled him, feeling it rub up against her wet pussy, causing an electric pulse to race from that very spot, through her clit, to her nipples, and all the way to the synapses of her brain. He pushed her up and slid down, so that her breasts were dangling in his face, and when he took one between his hands and pulled it down to nurse on it, she tossed her hair and almost wailed with the pleasure she felt. He absolutely was enraptured by the flush that was covering her body. He loved the way she was throwing her head back, and he had no doubts that she was enjoying this every bit as much as he was, even without the sensual sounds coming from her throat. Her responses were a total rush to him, and he was glad he had finally given in to the impulse that had been telling him for months that she was something special. He pushed her forward, with the intention of sliding down to taste her hot lust juices, but she resisted for the first time. He pushed harder, and he felt her stiffen, and he wondered why. Not wanting to ruin the encounter, he stopped, and told himself that he would make sure there was a next time, during which he would feast on her wet cunt like it was his last meal. Instead, he felt her pulling him up. She kissed him as she relaxed again. She loved to feel a tongue and teeth on her delicate folds, but she was self-conscious about being on top of him, and she still worried about smothering him. She hoped that he wouldn't push the issue tonight, because what she really wanted right now was to feel him slide what felt like a wonderfully perfect sized throbbing prick deep into her, and then fuck her for as long as they could keep going. She turned onto her side, and lay in the bed next to him, as their tongues continued to duel, keeping their passions peaked, and she began to pull his trunks down. She kept stopping as she became carried away by the kiss, and finally he reached down and just yanked them off. She pulled back and looked down. His curly dark chest hair ran down his toned abs and formed a trail leading to a visibly pulsing cock that was crying out for her touch. She reached out one of her milky white hands and wrapped it around his hardness - or just barely managed to hold it, at least. His stiffness was, in her estimation, a very perfect size, maybe about 8 or so inches long, and oh so very thick. She felt a twitch in her pussy at the thought of it spreading her open and sliding inside. His long low groan was music to her ears. He had closed his eyes when she touched him, but now he opened them up and looked at her with his mesmerizing gaze. "God DAMMIT that feels so good, girl," he mumbled as he looked at her while she stroked him. She smiled at him and leaned over to kiss him, "Yes, it does feel good," she whispered as she caressed him, reaching down to fondle his balls with her other hand. A few more moments of her touch and he was ready to explode. He suddenly pushed her away and shut his eyes, breathing deeply. He opened his eyes when he felt a tickle on the very tip of his cock and looked down to see her with her tongue extended, teasing the droplet of pre-cum from his body. That was all it took. He felt his balls seem to melt and he reached down to grab his cock at the very base to stop him from shooting just yet. As the moment passed, he made an animal noise and threw her back onto the bed. He slipped between her legs and drove himself deep into the searing moistness of her pussy. They both cried out at the intensity of their joining. She hadn't dreamed of him in this way until tonight, but the thought crossed her mind that she had definitely been missing out. The way he thrust into her, sometimes hard and quick jabs, and then slowly sliding out or just teasing her with a few inches at a time was driving her insane. She had felt like she was on the brink of a climax since their first kiss at the pavilion that night, and she didn't want to wait any longer. She wrapped her legs around his ass and pulled him into her, begging for him to fuck her fast and deep in words that the rest of their colleagues would be appalled that she even knew, much less voiced. He was so close to the edge himself that he didn't know if he was going to be able to hold out long enough to feel her orgasm around him. He responded to her pleading by telling her to cum, dammit... NOW! When she heard him demand for her to cum, that was all it took. She screamed loudly as she burst into a thousand pieces of flaming flesh, each one shaking with the force of her orgasm. She felt herself contract around his hardness inside her and she bit his shoulder hard in her pleasure. He wasn't sure if it was the pulsating clenching of her silky walls, her impassioned scream, or even the sharpness of her teeth when she bit into him, but he roared over the precipice just seconds behind her. He rammed himself into her as far as he could and held himself there as he felt the burning liquid lust race through his cock and spurt almost impossibly hard into her depths. Her body was milking him of his essence over and over until he was drained. He collapsed on top of her, panting, and she wrapped her arms around him as small aftershocks caused her to spasm every so often around his softening prick. Her quick, shallow breaths ruffled his hair as they came down off the ecstasy high that they had created together. As he slipped out of her, he moaned and she whimpered at the feeling. He rolled over, turned the light off and gathered her in his arms. "Wait till the morning," he whispered to her. "I'm really a morning kind of guy." She giggled, and whispered back. "Maybe you should move the wake up call an hour earlier then... I'm really an any-time-of-day girl."