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 IT visit MF

   [guy has fun during a visit to an IT center.]

   I was visiting the IT center of the local Uni as part of a business
convention.  We were a group of some 15 people, mainly guys, but a couple
of typical IT women too.  They were nothing too exciting, but interesting
enough to enjoy a drink with after the day sessions.

   We were met at the Uni by a young woman, dressed in secretary clothes,
but not surprisingly with a stunning body that aroused all the guys
instantly.  She seemed to be aware of her allure and began flirting with
some of the younger guys while introducing us to the tour she was about to
lead.  I gathered we were to meet the head of IT and his assistant,
together with some of the programmers.  I was particularly interested when
the girl mentioned hardware supplies, as this was my business.

   Following behind the group of guys who clustered round the sexy young
chick, I found that one of the women on the tour had dropped back beside
me.

   "Like bees round a honey pot," she giggled.

   "And I bet they'd all like to get into hers," I found myself saying,
without thinking.

   "Mr.  Jones, my...What do you mean?" the older woman murmured with an
embarrassed look.

   "Sorry.  Just a figure of speech," I replied, hurrying to catch the
others up again.

   We were spoken to by the IT chief and then shown round the department
not by the young chick, but by the chief's assistant.  Suddenly, I was
taking closer attention.  Here was a mature woman, probably in her late
30s, but someone who had dressed carefully and appropriately for her age,
without being dull.  Not only that, but she was extraordinarily pretty,
although hiding that fact under a bush of well fashioned curly hair.  A
smile, which I could only call sexy, would occasionally play on her lips as
she caught one or other of the guys looking her up and down.  There was no
doubt in my kind that she was, underneath her outward appearance, a rather
sexy and attractive woman.  I felt myself becoming aroused, especially as
my wife had been out of town for a couple of days and we'd not made love
for maybe four days.

   Normally, I also go for the young obviously sexy chicks, but I'd
recently begun to realize that they were rarely worth the trouble of
getting excited about, having either the intelligence of a mosquito or the
sexual prowess of a 10-year-old.  But this woman was different.  There was
a sparkle about her that `demanded' attention.  It only seemed to have been
me that had reacted.  The other guys were longingly eyeing the young chick
again, who'd joined in to start escorting the group to the lunch area.

   With the others clustered around the young girl again, I found myself
walking beside the IT assistant, who's name was Christy.  Immediately, I
realized that here was a smart cookie as she answered all my IT questions
with interest and intelligence.  Her eyes sparkled and she threw her head
around most alluringly.  Even just walking beside her I could feel my cock
erecting strongly inside my clothes.  I hoped it was not obvious.  We
collected our lunch and then sat together at a table.  The other two women
came to join us.

   Lunch was an enjoyable time, listening to Christy telling wild stories
of IT problems and the others gaily laughing.  At one moment, when she drew
her hair back behind her ears and lifted her neck, I felt my cock surge
frantically inside my trousers.  This woman was arousing me beyond belief.

   The time came to return to the IT centre and soon it was time to say
goodbye.  I was determined to take a few minutes more with Christy and I
drew her aside.

   "Did you have an answer to that equipment question," I asked her.

   "Certainly, Mr.  Johnson.  I'll just show you," she replied, with a
glance at her boss.

   Without even looking at me, she pulled me through a door and closed it
immediately behind her.  Astonished, I just stood there as she came to me,
grabbed my arms and kissed me, her tongue forcing my lips apart and
exploring wildly.

   No words were spoken as she hungrily pulled me against her and pressed
her lovely body hard against me, continuing to kiss me passionately.  I
pushed my cock against her, feeling her push back even harder.  My hands
went behind her and slid down eagerly onto her tight butt.  She responded
with an even stronger grip on my arms and her kiss became almost frantic.

   I slowly lifted up the hem of her dress, finding the silky material of
her panties beneath.  I slipped my hand under the waistband of her panties
and she appeared to explode into a crazy wild orgasm.  I held on tightly to
her until she calmed down, moving my hand out from her panties and letting
her dress fall.

   "Oh, my!" she managed to gasp, eventually.  "What ever made me do that?
You..."

   At that moment, the door opened and her boss looked in.

   "Christy, the group has to leave now," he said, with a smile.

   Christy grinned weakly at him, then at me.

   "I'll let you have further information in the morning, Mr.  Johnson,"
she said boldly, back into business mode once more.

   I rejoined the group, but before we left, I excused myself to the
bathroom.  There, I wrote on the back of my business card, giving it to
Christy before we finally boarded the mini-bus to return to the conference.
I noticed that several of the other guys were making jokes about the young
sexy chick as we left.  I remained silent about my brief erotic moment.

   Back in my hotel room after the conference session closed for the day, I
showered and idly stroked my cock which had, since that incident, refused
to calm down.  I could feel that an orgasm was not too far away.  However,
I managed to stop myself and got out of the shower.

   I was sitting on the bed, still wrapped in the towel, when the room
phone rang.  I eagerly picked it up, knowing that it was probably Christy.

   "Hello, Mr.  Johnson," said her soft voice.

   "Please call me Rick," I responded, my cock already arousing itself.

   "I'm really sorry about today.  I don't know what came over me," she
apologized.

   "I'm not sorry," I replied.  "I enjoyed feeling you cum and you were
right to think that you had aroused me.  I wish we'd had more time."

   "Me too," the woman said, wistfully.

   "Can you get away this evening?" I asked, doubting that she could, as
I'd noticed her wedding ring.

   "You mean to meet you?" she asked, probably not believing that I was
serious.

   "To come to the hotel.  I'd like to meet you in the bar for drinks. 
Would hubby allow that?"

   "I doubt it, but he would allow me to go to a business meeting with a
client," she replied with a soft laugh.

   "OK.  Then meet me at 7 in the hotel bar.  There'll be other guys there
who you'll want to flirt with.  I'll just watch you."

   "You want to watch me flirt with guys?" she asked, incredulously.

   "You are a flirt, Christy," I replied sternly, but with a hint of
laughter.  "And a very sexy lady, if I'm not mistaken.  I'm sure it would
excite you to flirt with young guys for a while, away from your hubby."

   "Well, uh,,, What shall I wear?" she asked, already agreeing to do it.

   "Something not too sexy, which would arouse hubby's suspicions, but
nothing underneath.  Be naked underneath," I stressed.

   "I'm not sure...," she hesitated.

   "If you don't make it, I'll understand.  If you want more of this
afternoon, then just do it!"

   "I'll see, Rick," she replied, cutting the connection.

   My cock was now so aroused that I could have driven it through solid
concrete.  I called my wife.

   "Hi, darling.  How are you?" She was still at work, no doubt immersed in
more figures.

   "Not bad," she replied.  "How's the conference?"

   "Usual stuff.  Not very interesting, but the Uni might become a good
client."

   "That's good.  Any girls?" She knew my interest in women and we often
bantered about our `conquests'.

   "This one older lady is interesting.  I've invited her for drinks at the
hotel tonight.  So if I don't call you later, you'll know why."

   "You're going to take her to bed?" asked my wife, now her interest was
aroused.

   "I don't know.  She's interesting.  And the potential client too.  I
might have to work on her a little to gain her custom."

   My wife laughed.

   "You work well on female clients.  That's how you get most of your
business," she giggled.

   "With your help," I added, also laughing.

   My wife's expertise in many areas had been put to use with many clients.
I had a very successful business, not entirely due to my own `persuasive'
manner with the ladies.

   "I'll let you know how it goes, if it's not too late."

   "No worries, darling," giggled my wife, "You know how excited you get me
by telling me stories."

   "I'd better get dressed," I said suddenly, "It's nearly 7."

   "Bye, darling.  Enjoy!" cried my wife as she hung up.  I wondered what
sexy movie she'd be watching once the kids were in bed, maybe with her
friend Maisy.

   I dressed in somewhat more casual clothes than I'd worn to the Uni
visit, and went downstairs.  When I reached the bar, I saw that the other
guys had already started drinking and the centre of their attention was a
beautiful woman in a short dress.  She had her hair pulled back and her
figure looked athletic, yet supremely sexy.  I could see why they were
goggling over her.  I started to approach them, but then I realized that it
was Christy.  She looked astonishing.  What a transformation!  Her short
dress showed off her lovely legs to perfection, but she was careful when
she shifted in her seat not to offer anyone too much of a view.  I noticed
that all eyes dropped to her thighs whenever she moved.

   I sat down in a corner of the bar, just watching.  She was playing the
guys like a professional actress.  A guy would buy her a drink and try to
monopolize her for a while, but she soon tossed her head and returned to
chatting with the whole group.  I'm sure she knew I was there, but I didn't
go closer, simply watching and sipping a couple of orange juices.  The
other two women from our group soon joined in and one of them eventually
noticed me and beckoned me over.

   I approached slowly, aware of Christy's eyes looking me up and down, and
flashing me a very sexy smile.

   "You remember Christy," said the woman, introducing me.

   "You look so different!" I exclaimed, making sure she could hear the
admiration in my voice.

   She turned to me.

   "Hubby told me not to be too sexy with you guys.  Am I too sexy, Mr. 
Johnson?"

   I looked away, embarrassed, murmuring something like, "Maybe!"

   The group dissolved into laughter.

   "Rick's got a gorgeous sexy wife, Christy," called out one of my
colleagues.  "He never looks at another woman...in that way!"

   More laughter, and my moment to order a drink.  I looked directly at
Christy.

   "Another one?"

   "Thanks, Rick, but no.  Your colleagues are already trying to get me
drunk!"

   There were cries of "No, Never" then heaps more laughter.

   At that moment, the young girl from the Uni joined the group and
immediately all attention changed to her.  She did look just like a typical
girl off the streets.  Her skirt was far too short, one of those CFM items
that cheap girls wore at night.  She was there to be picked up.  I wondered
immediately how many of the guys would enjoy her pussy that night.

   I found that the two women in the group had gone to a corner to talk and
I was left beside Christy.

   "I'm here," she murmured, looking at me with sheer lust.  I almost came
in my trousers at her look.

   "I'm happy you came," I replied.

   "And so is he," she giggled, looking directly at the huge tent that had
appeared in my pants.

   "Let's sit down over there," I indicated a table away from the others.

   "You want to look up my skirt?" she asked, wickedly.

   "Among other things, yes!" I murmured softly.

   She walked with me, carrying her drink and sat down across from me,
making certain that there was no table between us.  She sat demurely at
first, her knees close together and we chatted about family and life
outside the office.  It was obvious that she enjoyed her family and also
that her and hubby had a good sex life.

   "I'm so sorry about after lunch today," she apologized yet again, "It
really was an aberration..."

   "But did you enjoy it?" I asked gently.

   Momentarily, Christy looked embarrassed.

   "Yes....I did," she admitted with a small smile.  "Actually, I have been
feeling you against me all afternoon."

   "Me too," I agreed.  "I almost lost it while showering."

   "You saved it?  How?  And for whom?" she asked in a rush, her knees
parting slowly to allow the soft lighting to illuminate the beautiful
insides of her thighs.

   "I don't know how I managed to and my wife rang me while I was naked, so
I nearly lost it then too," I admitted with a grin.

   Christy's legs were no sufficiently apart fro me to catch a glimpse of
her naked pussy.  She'd done what I asked and was proudly showing me.  As I
looked and my cock surged, she slowly closed her thighs again.

   "Do you and your wife often have phone sex?" she asked me bluntly.

   "She has a busy job and we often don't get time, with the kids and all
that.  So we take time when we can," I smiled.

   "Same here, but he's not into phone sex.  He says it's cheap."

   "Cheap, but fun," I agreed, "Especially when you know how sexy your
partner is being at the other end."

   "Do you cum while chatting with her?" Christy asked openly.

   "Oh yes.  As often as I can."

   "But today was...."

   "...Different," I continued.  "You..."

   "I know..." she murmured.  "And you've done the same to me."

   It was unspoken, but slowly she opened her legs again, allowing her
skirt to slide right up.  I could see that her pussy lips were pouting open
and so beautiful.  She was clearly wet and very horny.  She erotically
slipped her hand down between her thighs and onto her pussy, spreading open
her lips to my gaze of lust.  She touched herself, very briefly, a look of
surprise and amazement sprang onto her face.

   "I will cum and squirt if I do that," she apologized, closing her legs
and pulling her skirt down.

   "You squirt?" I asked, amazed.

   "Oh yes.  Lots!" she giggled.

   "Can I....?" I almost asked.

   "Leave the bar now.  Meet me in the pool area.  I know a place," she
ordered gently.  "I will join you!" she added as she saw doubt cross my
face.

   I slowly gathered myself together, said goodnight to her and the group
of colleagues, who were still hard at work on the teenage girl.  I went
upstairs and then returned in the lift on the reception side of the bar so
no-one noticed me slip outside to the pool area.

   The area was empty and very quiet, except for the trickle of the filter.
I sat on a low wall and waited, not long tho.

   I heard rather than saw Christy moving towards me.  How did she do that?
She appeared out of the bushes and beckoned to me.

   "Come in here!" she ordered.

   I slipped behind the bushed with her, to find a small area laid out with
sun loungers and mats.

   "I know the bar girls use this place sometimes - for various things,"
Christy giggled and then fell into my arms with a moan of desperation.  "I
need to cum!"

   As when we met like this after lunch, our lips came together in a rush
and our bodies pulled and pressed against each other in pure desire.  I
gently pushed her towards a mat.

   "Lie down.  I'll lick you," I urged.

   "Please," she giggled, her body literally falling to the mat with
urgency.

   Her fall made her skirt flip up to her waist, leaving her exquisite
pussy exposed and beautiful in the vague outdoor lights.

   I quickly lie between her legs, pushing them apart even further and
watching her pussy lips open in their horny state, glistening even in the
faint light with her juices of arousal.

   "I'm so wet!" she gurgled as I teased her pussy lips open further with
my fingers.

   "You smell delightful.  I bet you taste as good," I said as I dived down
and tasted her with my tongue.

   She did taste good - more than good!  I went back for more and soon I'd
sucked and teased her until she was moaning with pleasure.  I knew I could
make her cum easily by searching for her clit, so I began to explore
upwards.  Yes, there was her engorged button, sticking out and just waiting
for my tongue to stroke it. ...

   (This will be continued if anyone is interested)

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