She had been at the conference since Friday evening, leaving for there straight from the office, she was tired of it all and bored, bored because it meant she had worked all week, spent the weekend at this damn conference and then it was work all the following week, no time off and she wasn't happy about that. With thoughts of what she'd like to do to her boss lingering as the last seminar of the day lingered on, she shifted and fidgeted for the last twenty minutes, dying to get out and get away from all these false suits, all the blah blahs, the "I played golf with so-and-so" " I drive a blah blah car" God was she hacked off with them, this was one of the problems of working in the job she had, it was still a male orientated environment, so she supposed she'd have to learn to endure it all with a smile...Eventually the seminar ended and she could get out of that room, all she wanted was to relax in the huge bath, drink some wine and do nothing in front of that glorious open fire that would be burning in her room by the time she got up there.
She zig-zagged her way out, excusing herself graciously, she had to be here another thirty-six hours, so had to put up with the suits a while longer. She got to her room, unlocked the door and stood leaning against the door, feeling the day's stress fall away from her as she exhaled deeply. The fire was lit and burning so well, throwing heat into the centre of the room, the side lights on around the room, catching on the cut glass in the light shades and enhancing the gold on the mirrors and pictures, she looked around, how she could get used to living somewhere like this, she thought as she peeled herself away from the door. Kicking off her shoes, and slipping off her stern black jacket, she cast it onto the arm of the chair at the desk, and walked over to the drinks trolley and took a glass, the wine was chilling in the fridge, cleverly disguised as one of the period pieces of furniture, she opened the crisp chardonnay and poured a very large glass, picking up the newspaper from the table, she went and sank herself onto the large sofa in front of the fire, she could feel the heat on her face and legs, so warming, and such a contrast as the chilled wine slipped down her throat. She felt even more of the stress of the working week and this seminar weekend fall away, her eyes began to feel heavy as she sat there, the small amount of alcohol and the heat of that fire blazing away, were working wonders to relax her, relaxing her a bit too much! She shifted to sit up straight, she didn't have too long before dinner so dare not fall asleep. She emptied the glass and got up to run a bath for herself.
She went into the white and gold bathroom, it was bigger than her whole bedroom at home, a fully fitted and equipped bathroom, with shower, bath and bidet, luxury toiletries were there for her to use, so she'd not even unpacked her own, just her toothbrush and her own perfume, she didn't need to use anything else of her own, it was all here. She didn't recognise the branding, old fashioned text on the packaging, glass bottles, not plastic, this was a selection of real quality. She took the top off the bath essence bottle and took a deep sniff of the contents, vanilla, musk, cinnamon, rose, she could pick them all out as the different fragrances hit the receptors in her nose, but there was a 'something else' something she couldn't place, sweet and warm, yet strangely masculine too, like nothing she'd ever smelled before, but the combination was superb and she poured liberally under the hot water tap, the fragrance hitting her again as the steam rose from the water, enveloping her, a heady scent, one she was being swept away on....it lingered in her dream the night before, a strange dream, she only remembered parts, parts she chose to remember, as well as some parts that seemed muddled and dis-jointed, she'd passed it off as just another weird dream, but was memorable in that she could rarely ever recall her dreams.
She stepped out of the black suit skirt and hung it up on the wardrobe, the 'do not disturb' sign was on the door so she was happy to wander the vast room wearing very little. She went back to the bathroom, leaving the door ajar slightly, she undid and cast off her crisp white bra and matching knickers, they were both made of quite an open weave lace, brilliant white in colour as they were still quite new, the knickers being something a little different, in that these were the new shorts style, when she first saw them, she didn't think they were very sexy at all, that was until she tried them on at home later that day, she looked in the long length mirror and saw they did look sexy, very sexy, despite covering so much skin, a complete change from the tiny bits of fabric sold at horrendous prices. They fitted her well, the front showed very little, one couldn't see her nearly smooth pussy underneath, on the model in the magazine, one could see the dark pubic hair of the model, but she was almost hairless there. The backside of the shorts cut high up over her buttocks,
she liked the way they cut across her butt cheek with the fabric disappearing into the cleft between her legs, during the afternoon, she'd shifted about so much on her chair, she felt one of her ample buttocks go completely bare, while the fabric bunched up between her creamy white thighs, and forming a ridge which she caught her clitoris on several times, it was that which had kept her going through some of the long seminars and speeches, she knew she'd need to relieve herself later, but during the afternoon, it had kept a slight smile on her face........
She stood there for a second or two, looking in the mirrored wall, she was ample in proportions, she wore expensive but well fitted clothing, her business suits were all designer and so was her underwear collection, she worked hard, so reaped the benefits in dressing well, she still thought she didn't look too bad for a woman her age, she had fairly large breasts, with mid brown nipples crowning them, good sized nipples, almost two and a half inches across, she looked at them, all puckered and erect as a draft had blown across, she looked down at her thighs and her belly, all soft and yielding, kneadable and beautifully soft, she was not a toned young kitten, but was delicious in so many other ways.....
She stepped into the bath, it was a little bit too hot, but she persevered as she wanted to really relax before enduring the suits again for the evening dinner. She got in, inch by inch until she lay back, and allowed the water to envelop her. The heady fragrance of the bath essence also helping to relax her further.....she took the soap and wash cloth, and began to wash herself slowly, she felt the need to push her fingers between her legs, but she decided she wouldn't right now, she would save that for bedtime, she was not averse to masturbation in the slightest, being a woman living alone and who had been without a lover for some time, she was perfectly at ease with herself in that direction. She placed the wash cloth on the side and lay back, closing her eyes, and making a conscious effort to unwind.....
She lay back, the water still very warm, washed over her, she felt herself drifting, not drifting off to sleep, but her mind going to another level, she just dismissed any other thoughts that entered her mind as irrelevant, nothing was going to cloud her now as she fell into this state of almost limbo, there but not there, only slightly aware of her surroundings, she could smell the bath essence, feel the humidity of the hot bathroom, feel the water lapping gently around her with every slight move, she felt totally relaxed and safe......
She began to feel someone there, her eyes too heavy to open, but the immense feeling of safety still persisted, so she did not worry, she felt herself being taken from the water, in her minds eye now, it was not a bath, just warm water and now she'd been lifted from it, gently, wrapped in someones arms, she felt so safe.......she sat up, opening her eyes, she saw nothing, she could hear breathing, soft, yet masculine breathing, she could smell the essence she'd used in the bath, and herbs of some description, green and velvety, a delicious combination. She felt hands running over her body, not touching her breasts or anywhere sexual at all, over her back, her shoulders, a hand ran through her long red hair, smooth, firm hands, large hands, no jewellery, plain, simple hands, but hands that cared for what they were feeling....she reached out, into the inky blackness, she felt smooth naked skin in front of her, she run her hands up and down very slowly, feeling they were the legs of a man, muscular, a smattering of hair, she gasped as she reached up a little high and felt a soft scrotum on the side of her hands, was she supposed to touch or not? She didn't know, she wasn't sure but she had a strange feeling of calm, nothing panicked her.
She zig-zagged her way out, excusing herself graciously, she had to be here another thirty-six hours, so had to put up with the suits a while longer. She got to her room, unlocked the door and stood leaning against the door, feeling the day's stress fall away from her as she exhaled deeply. The fire was lit and burning so well, throwing heat into the centre of the room, the side lights on around the room, catching on the cut glass in the light shades and enhancing the gold on the mirrors and pictures, she looked around, how she could get used to living somewhere like this, she thought as she peeled herself away from the door. Kicking off her shoes, and slipping off her stern black jacket, she cast it onto the arm of the chair at the desk, and walked over to the drinks trolley and took a glass, the wine was chilling in the fridge, cleverly disguised as one of the period pieces of furniture, she opened the crisp chardonnay and poured a very large glass, picking up the newspaper from the table, she went and sank herself onto the large sofa in front of the fire, she could feel the heat on her face and legs, so warming, and such a contrast as the chilled wine slipped down her throat. She felt even more of the stress of the working week and this seminar weekend fall away, her eyes began to feel heavy as she sat there, the small amount of alcohol and the heat of that fire blazing away, were working wonders to relax her, relaxing her a bit too much! She shifted to sit up straight, she didn't have too long before dinner so dare not fall asleep. She emptied the glass and got up to run a bath for herself.
She went into the white and gold bathroom, it was bigger than her whole bedroom at home, a fully fitted and equipped bathroom, with shower, bath and bidet, luxury toiletries were there for her to use, so she'd not even unpacked her own, just her toothbrush and her own perfume, she didn't need to use anything else of her own, it was all here. She didn't recognise the branding, old fashioned text on the packaging, glass bottles, not plastic, this was a selection of real quality. She took the top off the bath essence bottle and took a deep sniff of the contents, vanilla, musk, cinnamon, rose, she could pick them all out as the different fragrances hit the receptors in her nose, but there was a 'something else' something she couldn't place, sweet and warm, yet strangely masculine too, like nothing she'd ever smelled before, but the combination was superb and she poured liberally under the hot water tap, the fragrance hitting her again as the steam rose from the water, enveloping her, a heady scent, one she was being swept away on....it lingered in her dream the night before, a strange dream, she only remembered parts, parts she chose to remember, as well as some parts that seemed muddled and dis-jointed, she'd passed it off as just another weird dream, but was memorable in that she could rarely ever recall her dreams.
She stepped out of the black suit skirt and hung it up on the wardrobe, the 'do not disturb' sign was on the door so she was happy to wander the vast room wearing very little. She went back to the bathroom, leaving the door ajar slightly, she undid and cast off her crisp white bra and matching knickers, they were both made of quite an open weave lace, brilliant white in colour as they were still quite new, the knickers being something a little different, in that these were the new shorts style, when she first saw them, she didn't think they were very sexy at all, that was until she tried them on at home later that day, she looked in the long length mirror and saw they did look sexy, very sexy, despite covering so much skin, a complete change from the tiny bits of fabric sold at horrendous prices. They fitted her well, the front showed very little, one couldn't see her nearly smooth pussy underneath, on the model in the magazine, one could see the dark pubic hair of the model, but she was almost hairless there. The backside of the shorts cut high up over her buttocks,
she liked the way they cut across her butt cheek with the fabric disappearing into the cleft between her legs, during the afternoon, she'd shifted about so much on her chair, she felt one of her ample buttocks go completely bare, while the fabric bunched up between her creamy white thighs, and forming a ridge which she caught her clitoris on several times, it was that which had kept her going through some of the long seminars and speeches, she knew she'd need to relieve herself later, but during the afternoon, it had kept a slight smile on her face........
She stood there for a second or two, looking in the mirrored wall, she was ample in proportions, she wore expensive but well fitted clothing, her business suits were all designer and so was her underwear collection, she worked hard, so reaped the benefits in dressing well, she still thought she didn't look too bad for a woman her age, she had fairly large breasts, with mid brown nipples crowning them, good sized nipples, almost two and a half inches across, she looked at them, all puckered and erect as a draft had blown across, she looked down at her thighs and her belly, all soft and yielding, kneadable and beautifully soft, she was not a toned young kitten, but was delicious in so many other ways.....
She stepped into the bath, it was a little bit too hot, but she persevered as she wanted to really relax before enduring the suits again for the evening dinner. She got in, inch by inch until she lay back, and allowed the water to envelop her. The heady fragrance of the bath essence also helping to relax her further.....she took the soap and wash cloth, and began to wash herself slowly, she felt the need to push her fingers between her legs, but she decided she wouldn't right now, she would save that for bedtime, she was not averse to masturbation in the slightest, being a woman living alone and who had been without a lover for some time, she was perfectly at ease with herself in that direction. She placed the wash cloth on the side and lay back, closing her eyes, and making a conscious effort to unwind.....
She lay back, the water still very warm, washed over her, she felt herself drifting, not drifting off to sleep, but her mind going to another level, she just dismissed any other thoughts that entered her mind as irrelevant, nothing was going to cloud her now as she fell into this state of almost limbo, there but not there, only slightly aware of her surroundings, she could smell the bath essence, feel the humidity of the hot bathroom, feel the water lapping gently around her with every slight move, she felt totally relaxed and safe......
She began to feel someone there, her eyes too heavy to open, but the immense feeling of safety still persisted, so she did not worry, she felt herself being taken from the water, in her minds eye now, it was not a bath, just warm water and now she'd been lifted from it, gently, wrapped in someones arms, she felt so safe.......she sat up, opening her eyes, she saw nothing, she could hear breathing, soft, yet masculine breathing, she could smell the essence she'd used in the bath, and herbs of some description, green and velvety, a delicious combination. She felt hands running over her body, not touching her breasts or anywhere sexual at all, over her back, her shoulders, a hand ran through her long red hair, smooth, firm hands, large hands, no jewellery, plain, simple hands, but hands that cared for what they were feeling....she reached out, into the inky blackness, she felt smooth naked skin in front of her, she run her hands up and down very slowly, feeling they were the legs of a man, muscular, a smattering of hair, she gasped as she reached up a little high and felt a soft scrotum on the side of her hands, was she supposed to touch or not? She didn't know, she wasn't sure but she had a strange feeling of calm, nothing panicked her.
She felt hands resting on her shoulders, holding her firmly, as she began to explore further around those firm legs, she reached round and felt two hard buttocks, small, pert and perfectly formed, the ran her hands down again, feeling the delightful little cleft where buttocks met legs on a man....she reached up in front of her, she felt soft skin, reaching as far as she could from her sitting position, she felt two hardened male nipples, chest smooth and only slightly undulating, not overly musclebound, she felt him breathing hard as she explored him more....
A hand held her shoulder still, the other hand located hers, and led it to where he wanted it to be....she gasped as she wrapped her fingers around the hardened shaft of his penis, his rock hard cock was in her hand, a long time since she'd been this close to one, she still wanted to see, to feast with her eyes, but nothing except the inky blackness surrounded her. Not a word was said, but breathing increased by the two people, sweat prickled from his pores as she began to smoothly stroke his proud thick manhood from balls to tip, she placed her other hand under his scrotal sac, cupping his balls gently, a finger stroked underneath his sac, she extended the finger and caught his tight ring, he gasped, the first time she got an idea of what he sounded like, deep and raspy, as he groaned at his pleasure.....
She gripped his cock, her fingers not being able to grasp all the way round, she estimated her was about six inches long, but that he was also about the same in circumference, thick, she felt her pussy warm and wet, ooze a little juice in anticipation her pussy would receive this pleasure......she felt the hand on her shoulder guide her, he wanted to feel his manhood in her mouth, at this size, she worried she'd gag, but as she relaxed and took him in slowly, tasting the tip of his cock, all smooth, she tasted the slight salty taste of a drop of his excitement, she held him form in her hand, while her tongue explored the tip, smooth, bulbous, she began to form a mental picture of it, she could feel the raised veins on the underside as she moved her fingers along his shaft, cupping his balls, she slipped her finger to his ring again, keeping a little pressure there, she began to taste a little more of him, running her tongue around the ridge of his cock head, pursing her lips to wipe him gently over her lips, teasing him, making him recall the first time he entered a tight cunt for the first time, of how it met with resistance and then eased in, and within a few long strokes, was captured by the velvet folds of a virgins pussy, now he was captivated by the lips of a woman, who had him totally in her hands, she took him to the back of her throat so slowly, and then almost all the way out of her mouth, simulating him in her cunt, how she wanted that hard, excited cock there right now.........she felt his balls rising towards his body as she stroked him with her tongue, she began to hum a tune slightly, his grip was frenetic, she tasted more of him as ejaculate began to rise, his breathing was harder and rapid, almost matching her stroke now, he couldn't hold back and she recognised the signs and slowed him down again, she felt the tension drop slightly in his grip, she was good at this, a long time learning and a long time since she;d practised too,k but like many things, never forgotten.......she concentrated on his balls, the soft fuzzy sac nestled in her hand, a finger stroking his tight ass, she had short nails, and was going to really send him wild, she dropped a gob of spittle into her other hand as she went to his balls, then taking his cock head back between her lips again, she began to put pressure on the end of his cock, humming slightly as she did, before allowing him to thrust gently into her throat, she was almost deep throating him, he was almost all the way in her mouth and she worked her tongue, wrapping it around and over his beautiful tasting cock, she began to feel him getting close to the edge again, this time she'd let him go over, and as he thrust into her mouth so gently, she slipped a finger inside his ass, he groaned loudly, his hand on the back of her head, and she swallowed his hot seed, Delicious and sweet, she could taste the smells of earlier, the vanilla,the herbs, and it was so sweet, a complete contrast to the slightly salty juices of before..she held his cock between her lips while she felt him soften slightly before letting him go, she'd enjoyed that so very much, that feeling of complete power over him, the delicate position of his cock between her lips and teeth, and swallowing, something she only ever did with those she knew and trusted well, she hadn't a clue who's juices she'd taken..... she felt him move from her, and began to feel the sensations of the water and the bath again and finally managed to open her eyes......shit!
A hand held her shoulder still, the other hand located hers, and led it to where he wanted it to be....she gasped as she wrapped her fingers around the hardened shaft of his penis, his rock hard cock was in her hand, a long time since she'd been this close to one, she still wanted to see, to feast with her eyes, but nothing except the inky blackness surrounded her. Not a word was said, but breathing increased by the two people, sweat prickled from his pores as she began to smoothly stroke his proud thick manhood from balls to tip, she placed her other hand under his scrotal sac, cupping his balls gently, a finger stroked underneath his sac, she extended the finger and caught his tight ring, he gasped, the first time she got an idea of what he sounded like, deep and raspy, as he groaned at his pleasure.....
She gripped his cock, her fingers not being able to grasp all the way round, she estimated her was about six inches long, but that he was also about the same in circumference, thick, she felt her pussy warm and wet, ooze a little juice in anticipation her pussy would receive this pleasure......she felt the hand on her shoulder guide her, he wanted to feel his manhood in her mouth, at this size, she worried she'd gag, but as she relaxed and took him in slowly, tasting the tip of his cock, all smooth, she tasted the slight salty taste of a drop of his excitement, she held him form in her hand, while her tongue explored the tip, smooth, bulbous, she began to form a mental picture of it, she could feel the raised veins on the underside as she moved her fingers along his shaft, cupping his balls, she slipped her finger to his ring again, keeping a little pressure there, she began to taste a little more of him, running her tongue around the ridge of his cock head, pursing her lips to wipe him gently over her lips, teasing him, making him recall the first time he entered a tight cunt for the first time, of how it met with resistance and then eased in, and within a few long strokes, was captured by the velvet folds of a virgins pussy, now he was captivated by the lips of a woman, who had him totally in her hands, she took him to the back of her throat so slowly, and then almost all the way out of her mouth, simulating him in her cunt, how she wanted that hard, excited cock there right now.........she felt his balls rising towards his body as she stroked him with her tongue, she began to hum a tune slightly, his grip was frenetic, she tasted more of him as ejaculate began to rise, his breathing was harder and rapid, almost matching her stroke now, he couldn't hold back and she recognised the signs and slowed him down again, she felt the tension drop slightly in his grip, she was good at this, a long time learning and a long time since she;d practised too,k but like many things, never forgotten.......she concentrated on his balls, the soft fuzzy sac nestled in her hand, a finger stroking his tight ass, she had short nails, and was going to really send him wild, she dropped a gob of spittle into her other hand as she went to his balls, then taking his cock head back between her lips again, she began to put pressure on the end of his cock, humming slightly as she did, before allowing him to thrust gently into her throat, she was almost deep throating him, he was almost all the way in her mouth and she worked her tongue, wrapping it around and over his beautiful tasting cock, she began to feel him getting close to the edge again, this time she'd let him go over, and as he thrust into her mouth so gently, she slipped a finger inside his ass, he groaned loudly, his hand on the back of her head, and she swallowed his hot seed, Delicious and sweet, she could taste the smells of earlier, the vanilla,the herbs, and it was so sweet, a complete contrast to the slightly salty juices of before..she held his cock between her lips while she felt him soften slightly before letting him go, she'd enjoyed that so very much, that feeling of complete power over him, the delicate position of his cock between her lips and teeth, and swallowing, something she only ever did with those she knew and trusted well, she hadn't a clue who's juices she'd taken..... she felt him move from her, and began to feel the sensations of the water and the bath again and finally managed to open her eyes......shit!
What a dream! She must have dropped off, she hadn't intended to and what a filthy dream, a long time since she'd had such a dirty dream....she licked her lips, they felt so dry and the taste on her mouth was strange, a mix of vanilla and herbs, she thought she'd swallowed some bath water and passed it off as that, she got out of the bath and dried herself off, she cleaned her teeth, but just couldn't stop thinking about that dream she'd had, but it was so damn vivid, and not the usual dirty dream, normally she was the one wanting, receiving or needing attention, not the other way round......she still felt very excited herself, her pussy still needed attention, she deliberated for a while, could she wait til later and gain several releases, or did she need relief now?......she sat on the padded chair in the bathroom and parted her legs wide, she slipped two fingers inside her open rose, and she knew the answer, she was dripping wet, and not because of the bath, she felt her pussy welling up with anticipation of pleasure as she slid the two fingers in again and again....rubbing her engorged clit she knew she'd be close to the edge, she closed her eyes, and lifted one leg to rest on the bath, gaping herself wide open, but it wasn't enough, she needed fucking, fingers wouldn't do, but they'd simply have to, she hadn't even packed any of her trust vibrators, she had a good selection at home that kept her from going mental.......she looked around the bathroom for something...that's when she saw her stood at the door..........
To be continued
