From: kblack <kblack@voicenet.com>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Business Experience
Date: Sat, 10 Feb 1996 22:11:43 -0800

			 Business Experience

	I work with a Point-Of-Sales company which manufactures cash
registers, their software and many related peripherals. I'm kind of a
technical specialist, with knowledge that goes deeper at the systems
level than the typical field person or customer representative. The
latest major installation was in Jacksonville, Florida and things
weren't going too smoothly...

	Heather, my co-worker, was having a hard time. She was the
"responsible" person on site. If anything really bad happened, she'd
be blamed for it. Well, we had an endless day of hardware-related
problems, culminating in her boss reducing her to tears in her room at
the Marriott.

	I received the sobbing call from her at around 11:30pm and
immediately made my way down the hallway to her room. I knocked and
listened to the sound of her crying as I waited for her to open the
door. Heather opened it just enough to let me slip inside, then fell
into my arms. This was a little awkward, as she's easily four inches
taller than me! She was wearing a long, white tee shirt that came down
to mid-thigh and I could feel what felt like the back of a sports bra
as I held her.

	I reached behind myself, locked the door and guided her over
to the bed. We sat down and I held her around her shoulders, rocking
her ever so gently and whispering words of reassurance: "It's all
right... You don't deserve the treatment you get... You're a wonderful
lady... I enjoy working with you so much... " Heather tilted her face
toward me and my heart just melted. She normally has clear, blue-gray
eyes, immaculate shoulder-length dark-brown hair (nearly black) and a
pale complexion to die for. Now her eyes were puffy, her face was
blotchy and her hair was tangled. But the tears trickling down the
sides of her nose made her quite, quite beautiful to me.

	I leaned toward her a little and rested my lips upon a teary
trail on her cheek. The salt tasted nice; all the better for coming
straight from this beautiful woman. Her skin was extremely hot to the
touch, as I dragged my lips across her left cheek toward her nose. I
gently kissed the side of her nose and noticed that Heather had become
silent. The sobs had stopped. I looked her in the eyes and neither of
us spoke for several, deliciously long seconds. Finally, she laid back
on the bed, dragging me down next to her. Heather pulled my head over
her face and raised her lips to meet mine.

	The kiss started tenderly, just her soft lips pressing against
mine. Then a slight sucking sensation as she drew my lower lip into
her mouth. She caressed it with the tip of her tongue, causing a
marked bulge to form in my groin. This lady knew how to kiss! Her
mouth pressed more urgently against mine, her tongue probing inside my
mouth, darting among my teeth and trying to pin my own tongue to the
wall of my mouth. I allowed my tongue to fight back, slipping inside
Heather's hot, salty mouth.

	I moved my right hand onto Heather's stomach, sliding it
slowly up the outside of her tee shirt. I caressed her left side,
moving my hand up to almost her armpit, making sure to not yet touch
her sizable but perfectly-proportioned breasts. I broke the kiss and
looked her in the eyes once more: "Sweetheart, we're both married. Are
you sure you want to go through with this?" Heather looked a little
bewildered that I would even ask such a question, then, almost
whispering, said "That's part of the reason I want to make love with
you: we both know there will be no lasting reprecussions. It'll be
just you and me in a single night of passion."

	I had to agree that the lady was being more clear-headed that
I had given her credit for. But, nonetheless, the moment had been
broken. "Let me give you a back-rub", I suggested. Heather readily
agreed and suggested I get the body-oil from her travel bag in the
bathroom. I did as she bid, taking advantage of the break in physical
contact to remove my pants, socks and shirt. I returned to the
sleeping area to find her laying on the bed on her belly, bereft of
tee shirt and bra, clad only in a pair of pale blue panties.

	She was truly a sight to behold! Six feet tall when standing,
she was stretched out to her full length on the bed. Her legs were
nicely shaped, with only a little cellulite on her thighs. Her arms
were bent at the elbows and placed such that even the sides of her 38"
breasts were hidden from my roving eyes.

	I moved over her and straddled her thighs, pouring a little of
the oil into the palm of my right hand to warm it slightly. I let a
little trickle onto the dip in the small of her back, just above the
waistband of her panties. I dragged my fingertips through the pool of
oil and up her back, about four inches either side of Heather's spine.
She tensed briefly, then a shudder ran through her, making her
cotton-covered buttocks quiver in a most delightful manner. I pressed
a little more firmly on the way back down her back, then repeated this
motion many times, each time edging closer to her sides.

	I dipped my fingers in the oil once more, then allowed my
hands to caress her sides from waist to armpits. I could feel the hot
swell of the sides of Heather's breasts beneath my fingers. God, she
felt good! I massaged the sides of her breasts with a gentle yet
persistent kneading motion. It had the desired effect, as she raised
her upper torso slightly on her elbows. My fingers deftly found her
nipples and I found to my pleasure that they were already rock-hard. I
let them slide between my first and second fingers, just tightening my
digits enough to tweak her nipples lightly. A quiet moan escaped
Heather's throat. She was getting into this too!

	I returned my hands to the pool of oil which had now been
partly absorbed my the waistband of her panties. I slid my fingers up
and down the length of her spine now, from the top of her panties to
the mole on the back of her neck. I pressed more firmly at the edges
of her spine, intensifying the pressure on the down-strokes. As
started to get nearer her panties, Heather began arching her fanny
toward me, bending her knees ever so slightly.

	As soon as her hips were sufficiently raised off the bed, I
grasped her waistband and slipped her panties down her thighs, leaving
them in a pale blue puddle just above her knees. Her gorgeous buttocks
were at last revealed for my viewing (and caressing) pleasure. They
were well-rounded, maybe just a hint fuller than perfect, but
certainly very nice for a thirty-year old woman who's been through
childbirth. I poured more oil onto the small of Heather's back and
resumed my caresses, this time concentrating on her lower back, hips
and buttocks. She felt so good! I made circular motions with my hands
upon her buttocks, pulling them apart a little, then squeezing them
back togather again. Her pubic hair was thick and dark, two gleaming
pink lips protruding from the middle of it.

	As I manipulated her maleable buttocks, I could see her anus,
pink and virgin, dilating and contracting beneath my ministrations. I
let my thumbs slide between Heather's cheeks, wandering nearer and
nearer her back door on each successive stroke. She was most
definitely excited, as she wiggled a little beneath my touch, pushing
her pert bottom against my hands. Her labia gaped open wider and a
single drop of love-juice dripped tenuously from her folds. I dipped
my head towards the cleft of her buttocks and let my tongue slide down
between them as I held her cheeks slightly apart. When the tip of my
tongue touched her virgin anus, she gasped, hard, then let out a long,
low moan. "Please, no... it's so dirty... don't do it... owwwww... "

	Well, if I needed any more encouragement, that was it! I
probed into Heather's sweet, tight anus with my tongue. She pushed her
tush back towards me, trying to impale herself onto my pointed,
thrusting appendage. She moaned so loudly she must have been audible
from across the hallway. I slipped the first two fingers of my right
hand inside the folds of her labia, engulfing them in her sweet, oily
juices. Her pussy was incredibly hot and unimaginably wet. There was
a spreading damp spot on the bed where Heather's vagina had been
leaking for the past few minutes. She smelled heavenly: there are few
smells as wonderful as a woman in absolute heat! As I prepared to
explore the area around her clitoris, the phone rang.

	"Awwww... I better get that", she groaned. "It's probably Mike
and he'll wonder where I am if I don't answer." Mike was her husband,
back in Pennsylvania. Heather squirmed up the bed a little to allow
herself to reach the phone. This took her adorable buttocks about
eight inches further from between my thighs, but at the same time left
her bottom tilted even more into the air.

	She pulled the handset toward her on the fourth or fifth ring
and pretended to have been asleep: "Hi, honey! I'm kinda drowsy.
What's up? How's the baby?" As Heather talked to her husband, I dipped
my face once more between her cheeks and lapped eagerly at the area
around her perineum as I pulled her cheeks apart with my hands. Nectar
could never taste this wonderful. She was truly delicious. She wiggled
her ass against my tongue as I probed her back door. She was enjoying
this just as much as I was! I vibrated my right forefinger against her
clitoris and delighted in the shudders and moans which that action
provoked. She _was_ doing a pretty good job of keeping up the
conversation with Mike, despite my attentions. It was time to turn up
the intensity.

	I raised myself enough to remove my underwear, which I tossed
to one side. My penis is not overly long, being only about six inches
when rampant, as it was now. I'm not circumcised and my foreskin
rarely retracts all the way without some help. This time it was fully
retracted and I was already within seconds of ejaculating. My penis is
also wider at the middle than it is at the base, which can lead to
some very interesting sensations at times. Heather was about to begin
experiencing them in the next few seconds.

	I leaned forward and pressed the tip of my penis against her
tight, little rosebud. She flinched away as she tried to discuss
diaper-rash with her husband. I was unyielding though, and pressed
into her while holding her hips. She let out a yell, which she tried
to pass off to Mike as a cramp, then relaxed and moaned as the head of
my penis popped inside her anus. But the widest part was still to
come. I pushed again and this time, Heather pushed back against me.
She was incredibly tight back there (a virgin, I later discovered) and
the sensation was in great danger of making me come far too quickly.

	I was nearly all the way inside of her. The fingers of my
right hand sought out her pubic mound once more and stroked
frantically at her clitoris. She quickly told Mike she had to go to
the bathroom, hung up and let out a shriek as I plunged in the last
three inches. Her delectable bottom was now impaled upon my throbbing
penis and I was within an instant of coming. I rubbed more
frenetically at her clitoris and made tiny thrusts in and out of
Heather's back passage. She yelled and tensed as an incredibly
powerful orgasm ripped through her body, bringing me to the point of
orgasm as well. I shot my creamy load into her rectum as her rear
entrance contracted around my rigid penis. I collapsed on top of her
and we rolled onto our left sides, my softening rod pulling out of her
wish a sucking, popping sound. Heather turned to face me, kissed me
deeply, wrapped her arms around me and we fell asleep together.