It didn't really hit me until Andrew reached across from the drivers' seat and stroked my exposed thigh with an unmistakeable look of desire in his eye. He loves this dress, loves me in blue, and had suggested I wear it. Classy, but just revealing enough to suggest naughtiness, and emphasising my figure. What was giving me butterflies though, wasn't my hubby's desire, but that I was dressed up to impress another man, and the realisation that I found that sexy and exciting, in a nervous kind of way.
As the PA for the owner of a sucessful contracting business, I've done my fair share of hosting, and schmoozing, but this was different. My boss, Tony, had made it clear that tonight I was expected to make Steve, our potential new client, feel especially valued, and while he wasn't outright telling me to sleep with him, it was clear what he meant with hints, looks, and clever use of words over the last week at work leading up to tonight. I was meant to be the final sweetner that secured us Steve's business, which would be a game-changer for Tony's company, and, Tony promised, mean a good bonus for me too.
Or was I imagining it? After all, Tony had booked dinner for four at the swanky hotel where Steve was staying - he and his wife Julia would be joining us. Surely Tony wasn't expecting me to seduce Steve in front of Julia?
But when I got out of the shower earlier, and started getting dressed, my phone pinged with a message from Tony. As I read his message, putting in apologies for himself and Julia with a lame excuse, the butterflies started, and I felt a tingle between my legs. I was sure this is what Tony intended all along. I pushed aside the underwear I'd laid out and opted instead for a sexy matching set, and when I dabbed on my perfume, a dab of Opium went on my pubic bone, and inner thighs too.
Andrew pulled up outside the hotel and the smartly dressed attendant had my door open before I finished giving Andrew a peck on the cheek goodbye. A pang of guilt went through me - I hadn't told Andrew that Tony and Julia had cancelled. I wasn't sure why. We'd had threesomes, swapped in foursomes and both enjoyed other partners before. But this felt different. ‘Whatever happens tonight', I told myself, ‘I'll tell Andrew everything, like always'. Either I’d go home to him freshly fucked, tell him everything, and we'd have great sex, or nothing would happen, I’d go home and tell him what I'd been imagining, and we'd have great sex. I smirked inwardly to myself, knowing either way I was going to get well fucked at least once tonight.
I shook my shoulders to get myself out of my head. I knew that Andrew would be watching my ass as I walked up the stairs and into the lobby, and swayed my hips a little more than absolutely necessary, bringing on a tingle in my pussy thinking about what might the night might hold.
Walking into the restaurant, I saw Steve was already seated at a dimly-lit table for two. I decided to not even mention Tony and Julia's absence, and felt a flutter of excitement as he stood up when the maître’d pulled out my chair for me. Mental note… nice manners. He looked and smelled great too. I’d only ever met him before a couple of times on noisy, hectic construction sites where he never struck me as particularly attractive - nicely built, nicely turned out, and not unattractive, but intensely focussed on the job. Tonight, in the dimly lit, elegant dining room he was entirely focussed on me and he seemed to emanate confidence and desirability.
He complimented me on my outfit, but the look in his eyes suggested he'd prefer my dress was on the floor beside his bed. I'm sure I blushed but managed to move the conversation into small talk. Steve ordered Champagne, and teased me jokingly when my first glass disappeared a little faster than expected.
Joking (not joking) about Steve sending Tony the bill for dinner, and with the champagne dealt to, we ordered one of the lighter degustation menus. Over the course of an hour or so, a series of small plates of delicious food came out to the table which we enjoyed one by one, with small pours of each dish's recommended wine match. The conversation was fun and came easily, lubricated no doubt by the wine, and by the time dessert arrived we were chatting and laughing.
Our plates were cleared away, with Steve teasing me about not only polishing off my own crème brûlée but the bit he'd left too. I was sipping my dessert-wine feeling like the night was coming to a close. I was mid-thought, thinking about telling Andrew about my night, and what I thought might have happened, and fucking him when we got home, or maybe even stopping the car on the way, when I noticed Steve watching me closely.
“What?” I asked with a slightly tipsy, slightly guilty giggle. He stared back at me intently, partly challenging, partly teasing.
“I was wondering if you are wearing any underwear,” He said matter-of-factly, his gaze definitely challenging now. Caught off guard, I almost spat out my Sauternes.
“That’s not a very gentlemanly question” I replied with mock scorn.
“You make me want to be very ungentlemanly.” he replied, with a playful smile.
Maybe it was the wine-buzz. Maybe it was the feeling deep inside, between my legs, but I wanted him to do 'ungentlemanly' things to me, and it was my duty to the company after-all. At least that's what I could tell myself.
I put my glass down, without even finishing the glorious golden liquid, and pushed myself chair back, taking Steve by surprise. “Then you’d better take me to your room”, I said discreetly, as I stood.
After taking care of the bill, Steve led me to the elevator. It was only seconds after the doors closed behind us that we were kissing passionately. Steve held my ass in a firm grip with one hand and the other on the back of my head. I melted into him, and enjoyed the feeling of his tongue playing with mine, and his strong hands on my body. Thankfully it was a long uninterrupted ride up to his floor, and then only a short walk to his room from the lift.
Inside his room we continued our kiss - our tongues exploring each other's mouths and our hands all over each other's bodies. Steve turned me around, wrapped his arms around me, grabbed my breasts roughly and pulled me back against his chest. Finding my nipples easily under my sheer dress and bra, and rolling them between his thumbs and fingers, he kissed my neck as he used his feet to spread my legs apart. I panicked slightly, realising how much physical control he had over me, but lost thought of that and everything anything else when I felt the hardness of his cock against the small of my back, and his right hand drop down from my breast, lifting the bottom of my dress to explore between my spread legs.
With his mouth on my neck, one hand squeezing a nipple, the other hand exploring my pussy, and his cock hard against my back, I thought I was going to melt. His finger slid down the length of my pussy over my panties, pushing into my opening slightly, making me moan. With the length of his finger along the length of my pussy I found myself grinding my clit against his hand. I thought I was going to come, and we were still both fully dressed.
Steve must have been reading my mind. He stopped kissing my neck and his warm breath on my ear gave my goosebumps. “Undress for me” he whispered in my ear, making me shiver. He stepped back from me, and I turned to watch him walk across the suite to sit in an armchair in the corner.
Feeling self conscious, I did my best to make it sexy - taking off my dress with a shimmy, unclasping my bra and dropping it to the floor with my back to Steve, and turning with my hands covering my breasts, before slowly revealing my breasts and errect nipples giving them a tweak for good measure. The look on Steve’s face and bulge in his pants indicated he was pleased with what he saw. I squatted down to unclasp my heels, with my back towards him and as I kicked off the shoes I popped up bent over with my ass presented to him. Reaching back I smacked my ass cheeks before easing my panties down slowly.
By the time I turned around to face him he was standing and he pulled me tight against him and kissed me deeply. I reached down between us to stroke the bulge in his pants. Steve groaned into our kiss as I circled my fingernail over his pants at the tip of his cock. Pulling away from our kiss, I dropped to my knees in front of him.
Looking up into his eyes with a mischievous smile, I unclasped his belt slowly, unbuttoned and slowly unzipped him. I lay my cheek against the front of his boxers, nuzzling his cock, while I lowered his pants to the ground. Pulling his cock free from his boxers, I stroked it a few times, looking up into Steve's eyes and maintaining eye contact as I licked its length, then around the tip before taking it into my mouth. I felt Steve grab a handful of hair at the back of my head and he began fucking my mouth slowly but deeply. The feeling of him in control like that, using my mouth and throat really turned me on, and my moans and soft gags seemed to excite him more and more.
After a while fucking my mouth, he told me breathlessly he was going to come and released his grip on the back of my head, giving me freedom to take him out of my mouth. Instead, I pushed myself as far forward as I could, taking his cock as far into my throat as I could. His hand went back to the back of my head. Sucking, and using my tongue on the underside of his cock, and caressing the back of his balls, he exploded in my throat. Gagging made my pussy clench, giving me an unusual but wonderful sensation deep inside me. The pleasure gave way to concern that he was finished before I could get my own pleasure. I needn’t have worried.
I suddenly felt my head pulled backwards by the hair, and Steve leant down and kissed me hard, before pulling me up to my feet and pushing me back on the bed. It was urgent and firm without being too rough, and I loved it. Steve pushed my legs apart and held them up, and seemed to just enjoy the sight of my pussy for a while before leaning in and making me moan.
He used light traces with his tongue up and down the sides of my pussy lips for a while, deliciously sucking on my lips. Then my pleasure built as his tongue started pushing into me. It was a long glorious build up, and then his tongue began circling my clit, with a slight suck every now and then. It was driving me wild. And then he flattened his tongue, flicking it across my clit, and when that became almost too much he added his finger curled up inside me. It wasn’t long before I came - hard and loudly.
Steve flipped me over onto my front, and I felt his powerful thighs spreading my legs under him. I felt the tip of his cock at the entrance to my pussy and then, as he gripped my hips, the feeling of him entering me in one long, deep push, taking my breath away. He fucked me hard and fast for a few minutes before laying by my side on his back.
His stiff cock was an invitation I couldn’t refuse and I threw a leg over him, straddling him. I moved my pussy along the shaft of his cock for a few minutes while kissing him. I enjoyed the feeling of the tip of his cock almost entering me, but then moving back and changing my angle so the tip of his cock was pushed against my clit. I ground on him that way until it became almost too much. With Steve's kisses becoming more urgent and his fingers playing with my nipples, I could have come again just like that, but fuck, I wanted his cock in me again.
As if reading my mind, Andrew grabbed my hips and angled them so his cock head was just inside me. He held my hips firmly, in total control, pushing me down ever so slowly onto his cock. I was loving the delicious feeling of his cock slowly filling me, and at the same time the frustration of wanting all of him in me. He pulled me down to kiss me, and as our mouths were about to meet he pushed up into me, completely filling me. Groaning into our kiss, I slammed down on his cock as he thrust up into me. We fucked like that for a while before I could sense Steve was close to coming. Taking control again, Steve pushed me upright and grabbed my hips, rocking me back and forward on him. His cock hit every right spot inside me and I started taking control of the movements for my own pleasure. Steve's hands went to my tits, playing with my nipples, and in no time, I was coming loudly, in waves, collapsing on Steve's chest.
When I started to come out of my orgasmic fog, Steve rolled us over. He started pumping into me. I spread and raised my legs as much as I could, trying to get as much of him in me as possible. Steve seemed to like that, leaning down suck a nipple and then to kiss me before holding himself up on his arms above me and pounding into me. I was getting well fucked. A few hard, fast, deep thrusts later and Steve moaned deeply. The feeling of him spurting inside me almost made me come again.
Steve kissed me surprisingly tenderly before rolling off me. He lay beside me facing me, circling my nipples with light touches and placing soft kisses on my shoulder. I had the feeling that if we stayed that way, a few touches would lead to a few kisses which would lead to more fucking. As nice as that would be - and it felt weird saying it to myself - I felt like my job here was done.
“Fuck, look at the time”, I said, not even seeing a clock anywhere, feigning panic. I rolled off the bed and went to my pile of clothes fumbling for my handbag. Finding my phone I texted Andrew.
'Hi babe. All done here. I’m happy to get a cab if you’re tucked in for the night’.
He was expecting my message.
‘Hope it was fun. See you in 15. xxx’ came his reply almost immediately. Three kisses at the end of his text. I knew what that meant. My night of fun sex wasn’t over. But Andrew doesn’t know how much fun it’s going to be, I thought to myself. My pussy, still coated in Steve's come, pulsed happily.
With plenty of time, I freshened up, got dressed and put myself back together. Walking back towards the bed, I looked down at Steve naked, smiling and slowly stroking his cock.
“If it’s ok with you,” Steve started, “I’m going to make it a condition of our deal that you’re our Relationship Manager”.
I smiled, leant down and gave him a light kiss on the tip of his penis before turning and walking towards the door, smiling to myself, knowing Tony was thinking the same thing, aside from giving the role a name.
“I look forward to a successful, mutually beneficial relationship then”, I said, closing the door behind me.
