A Corporate Fling Gets an Unexpected Twist
It was the company’s annual sales ‘kick-off’ conference. This year, they had flown staff from all over the country to the conference centre on the Gold Coast.
There was all the usual (boring) ra-ra, razzle dazzle, hoop-la, stuff. I guess the alpha male sales reps got off on that, but we admin and secretaries yawned. At least the conference dinner had very good food and fine wine, music and dancing.
I had been dancing with one of the junior reps several times throughout the night. He was a bit of a hunk, an athletic body that swept me off my feet. His smile and those piercing pale blue eyes sent tingles all the way down my body — my lips drooled, my nipples stiffened and my clit was tingling.
By the end of the evening, we were a bit tipsy and I took a chance, throwing an arm around his neck and planting a hungry kiss on him.
“Come with me, you hunk,” I whispered in his ear, dragging him out to the elevators. On the ride up to my room, we were making out and groping all the way. As we stumbled into my room, we were tearing each other’s clothes off as we fell onto the lounge. He had my knickers off in no time and seemed to be intent on zeroing in on me. I glanced over my shoulder and saw that the curtains were open. Thinking we should close them, I got up and went over to them.
Then, surprise, across the courtyard, was the other wing of the hotel. Directly opposite us, the curtains of that room were also open, and I noticed naked bodies too. The young woman looked up, and OMG, it was Claire from the office cubicle opposite mine.
Before I could back away from the window, Claire looked up and saw me. When she recognized me, she gave a little wave. She looked over her shoulder and gave a little wave to her consort and moved to the window, leaning against it with her hands and face. She seemed to blow me a little kiss.
Now I had never had any lustful thoughts about Claire, and wouldn’t call myself a voyeur, but the evening’s wine made me game. We were 50m apart, with 2 window panes between us. So I turned to Mike behind me and said: “Come and fuck me doggy”.
I moved to the window, leaning against it with my hands and face. I blew Claire a little kiss and smiles passed between us.
Just as Mike slid in behind me, Claire seemed to be taking her man in too.
Both men were too focused on what they were doing that they didn’t notice that the curtains were open or that we had an audience. Soon our bodies were swinging with the thrusting and our boobs were slapping against the glass. Claire’s face spread in a gasp and her lips mouthed “OMG” to me. We both seemed to have our men come at the same time. She gave me a ‘thumbs up’ across the way.
But Mike and Claire’s man seemed to be cut from the same cloth. all the brash and front of salesmen, but no clue about pleasuring a lady. Mike pulled his clothes on, turned to me at the door saying “Nice fuck honey”. As the door closed, I saw the door in Claire’s room open and close too.
Frustrated and unsatisfied, I went and showered. I was out and drying off when my phone beeped with a message.
It was from Claire.
“You got a wombat too, did you? Eats, roots and leaves! Get your pussy over here RIGHT NOW if you want some REAL SEX. Room 569".
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This story was originally published by the author at "https://redemptionmagazine.com/richard-lane-make-up-artist-b38a1fe372db" on Jan.23 2023, in the Medium Publication "Tantalizing Tales".
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