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Hello Gorgeous (MF, cheat rom oral )
by Freja_J

[AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my story, and I would 
appreciate it if my name and my email address 
were always associated with it.  Obviously it has 
sexual content.  Any person who has problems with 
that should not read further.] 

September, 2000


First day.

"Hello, gorgeous," the voice crooned into my ear. It was 
a silky, warm voice, with the texture and sweetness of 
melted caramels, wrapped in an English accent.  We 
Americans are generally suckers for any flavor of British 
accent (English, Australian, South African, they all work 
over here). Not me, usually, but this one came wrapped in 
a package that exuded extraordinary intelligence and 
charm, albeit in a very youthful package. I had pegged 
him as early 30s when we'd met earlier that day. I was in 
my mid-40s.  I couldn't believe this young man was 
flirting with me. It was also impossible not to melt when 
he said those words, even though I was feeling terribly 
cranky that evening.

Cheeky lad, he was. . (I find myself slipping into 
Briticisms when I talk to Brits.) We'd only met a few 
hours ago, like maybe six hours, and here he was calling 
me gorgeous. We'd met this afternoon at a planning 
meeting. We were both technical types, delivering 
presentations to hundreds of customers at a major 
customer event. We were both the best at what we did. I'd 
heard of him but we'd never met until today. Our 
specialties dovetailed at this particular event and we 
were both asked to attend a breakfast meeting at 7 a.m. 
the following morning to be available to answer any 
questions customers may ask. Since our specialties 
touched on each other and the customers attending the 
event might ask questions that would involve both our 
specialties, the plan was that we should both be at the 
same breakfast table. The event organizers called this 
"Birds of a Feather," and the whole business had been put 
together at the last minute. Ugh, 7 a.m.  I hated it. I 
hate getting up early, no matter what timezone I am in. 
In addition to this mandatory breakfast gig, we both had 
presentations to give during the day. It hardly seemed 
fair to demand so much of us.

So here he was calling me in my hotel room and it was 10 
o'clock at night and I had to get up at 6 a.m. the next 
day (we'd discovered we were in the same hotel earlier). 
 Never a good thing, getting up at 6 a.m. The only 
possible good reason I can think of for waking up at 6 
a.m. is if there is a man in bed with a hard-on who wants 
to share it with me. Can't think of any other reason to 
wake up that early. None. The sun rises just fine without 
me being there to watch it.

Obviously I would not be awakened for pleasure tomorrow. 
I was 3000 miles from home on a business trip and in a 
bad mood. My hotel reservation had been screwed up and so 
now I was in this joint, a mile from the meeting, having 
to be schlepped back and forth by a bus. Lovely. I had 
just taken a shower and was in my nightgown with wet hair 
and no makeup. Always feel terribly attractive then. So 
why was this cheeky young lad calling me?

"I thought you seemed like you needed cheering up, so I 
decided I'd give you a call," he smiled into the phone.

Hmmph! Was it that obvious? I had thought I was merely 
quiet that afternoon. I'd said no to dinner with him 
because he had to have dinner with a customer. Why dine 
and be charming with customers unless it was required? 
Give me my laptop and room service any day over dinner 
with a customer (do you detect an introvert here?).

We chatted some and he regaled me with various stories 
about his life and experiences and how he came to be 
here. I knew we'd stolen him from the UK to work here in 
the States. " We", of course, meant the major corporation 
I worked for. I'd worked there for so long that I felt 
like I was part of "we."  He was quite a catch, one of 
the best in his specialty; we were lucky to have lured 
him over here.

After a time he finally had me laughing, in spite of my 
bad mood. Then he offered to come up to my room and give 
me a backrub. I was surprised and didn't quite know what 
to say. I was at the end of my non-working live-in 
relationship. I hadn't been touched by a man in literally 
a couple of years.  I felt about as unappealing as I 
could possibly feel. I hated for anyone to see me in this 
state-wet hair, no makeup, gray Donna Karan nightgown 
(well, okay, the nightgown was kind of cool with its deep 
V neck that showed my cleavage quite well). I told him 
all this. He said it didn't matter, he just wanted to 
make me cheer up and feel better.

I thought about it for a minute. A long minute. I was 
cranky and depressed. I felt unattractive, like an 
overweight, dumpy middle-aged woman. Here was an 
extremely intelligent, attractive young man offering to 
come up and give me pleasure.  I had no idea what his 
real motivation was (except perhaps, to get laid). It 
seemed to me that I was being offered a gift from the 
universe. I decided to accept the gift.

I said, "Well, okay, my room number is 1034, come on 
upl."

A few minutes later there was a tap at the door. I stood 
behind it and let him in. I didn't want anyone in the 
hall to see me.  He entered the room and gave me a hug. I 
said, "I hate for anyone to see me this way. " He said, 
"Nonsense, you're a very beautiful woman," in that 
heart-melting voice.  He had to know that telling a woman 
she's beautiful when she has wet hair and no makeup is 
worth a lot of points in the man-rating game, especially 
if it sounds sincere.

What do I tell you about this man? He was not handsome in 
the classical sense. He had a strong face, like the 
typical Irish mug you see portrayed on television. But he 
had the most extraordinary blue-green eyes I've ever 
seen. They practically snapped with energy and 
intelligence. And another strange, thing, when you saw us 
side by side, you'd think we were married or related. Our 
complexions were almost identical in color, the 
proverbial peaches and cream; in addition my eyes were 
also blue-green, although not as intensely hued as his 
were. We also both had broad, almost square faces, with 
strong jaws.

I took him back into the bedroom and sat on the bed. I 
said, " I decided that you were a gift and I would accept 
you." He smiled and said, "Now lay down and let me give 
you that backrub."

I took off my nightgown and he proceeded to rub my back 
with his strong hands, using long, practiced strokes. It 
felt wonderful to be touched by him.

After a time I rolled over and said, " Thank you for all 
that. Now come here," and pulled him to me. He lay on top 
of me and began to kiss me. Delicious. Sweet lips, 
inquisitive tongue playing with mine. I was wet in an 
instant. 

I said, " I assumed you wanted to make love with me. I 
thought you were flirting with me this afternoon when you 
mentioned either sex or swimming as being the best 
stress-reducers." He said, "I was, but I wasn't sure you 
'got' it. However I genuinely only meant to offer you a 
backrub when I called you this evening."

My eyebrows lifted as I showed my surprise at this 
remark. I didn't quite believe him. I said, "Really, in 
my experience every single time a man has said he wanted 
to give me a backrub, it meant he wanted to have sex with 
me."
.
He chuckled and said, "Well, of course I want to have sex 
with you. You are a very beautiful and sexy woman. But I 
am also a gentleman and I would never presume to expect 
such a thing from a lady." Those Brits, what charm.

I said, "Well, when I said yes to your coming up here, I 
was also saying yes to having sex with you. Are you 
prepared for this?" (I was trying to find out if he had a 
condom without being so direct.)

He said, "My father always taught me to be prepared, 
ma'am, so, yes, I have a condom in my wallet."  A Brit 
trying to fake a Southern accent is so hysterical. I 
laughed and pulled him to me on the bed.

With that, we didn't need to speak anymore. His arms slid 
around me and his lips crushed into mine, his tongue 
thrusting into my mouth, seeking mine. I began to 
unbutton his shirt and stroked the smooth skin of his 
back. He took off his shoes and socks, then trousers and 
briefs, neatly laying his clothes in a pile on the chair 
near the bed. 

A wonderful sight greeted me. His cock stood alert and at 
attention, clearly ready and wanting me.  I reached out 
to touch it first with my hands. Then I pulled him closer 
and kissed it and swirled my tongue around it. "Hmm," he 
murmured, clearly enjoying my attention.

Then he took charge again and moved me back on the bed 
and bent his head close to my cunt. "First," he said, "I 
must see to milady's pleasure."  I said, "Are you sure?." 
 (I wasn't used to a man going down on me so readily.) He 
said, "Of course."

I lay back on the bed and spread my legs for him. His 
mouth covered my pussy and he began to lick me and 
tantalize me with his tongue and mouth in a most 
delicious way.  The pleasure was exquisite. I floated in 
pleasure as the waves of excitement rose in me. He was 
good at this!  Finally I came, crying out, "Oh! Oh!" He 
tried to stimulate me even more but I said, "No, stop, 
I'm too sensitive."  He lifted his head and looked at me 
with a very self-satisfied grin.

I reached out to him and said, "Come to me."

He took out the condom and quickly rolled it onto his 
cock. Then he slid into me, filling me. It was a most 
wonderful feeling. He was so hard. It felt so good to 
have him inside me. He began to thrust. I rose my hips to 
welcome each thrust.  God, it had been so long-so long 
since I'd been with a man, but more importantly so long 
since I'd been with a young, virile, passionate man with 
a great, hard cock. I was in heaven.  I couldn't get 
enough of him. With each thrust I responded not only with 
my own reverse thrust, but with an "Unh," of pleasure. He 
thrust into me for a long time, varying the pitch and 
depth and intensity, until he finally came after what 
seemed like an exquisitely pleasurable long time. He lay 
beside me, his arm around me. 

I said, "You are incredible." He smiled and said, "Well, 
thank you ma'am,  we're glad you enjoyed our service," 
again attempting a fake Southern accent.  I smiled and 
chuckled.

Then I looked at the clock. It was after 1 a.m.  Uh-oh. 
We both had to be up early the next day, and have 
functional brains. I kissed him and said, "Sweetie, we 
both have to present tomorrow, plus we have that damned 
breakfast meeting."  He said, "You're right, we should 
both probably get some sleep, in our own beds."

He kissed me some more before rising to get dressed. Then 
he smiled with a special twinkle in his eye. He said," 
But we have another day and night together. This is only 
the first night."  I smiled back and said, "I can hardly 
wait!" 

He dressed and left for the night. Tomorrow was another 
day. And another night. There would be further pleasures 
to share.

Second day

Morning came very early at 6 am. I felt so relaxed after 
that lovely evening, although I was very tired. How would 
he act in the morning?

We greeted each other as we boarded the bus for the trip 
to the other hotel. His blue eyes sparkled at me as he 
said with a smile, "Miss Durois, did you have a lovely 
evening last night?" I returned the smile and said, "As a 
matter of fact, I did!" We laughed together, that special 
secret laugh of lovers who are sharing a secret. We sat 
next to each other on the bus. He smelled good, freshly 
showered, wearing a scent I didn't recognize. His body 
was warm next to mine. Mmm, I wanted him already. I 
surreptitiously took his hand, carefully looking to see 
that no one could see us holding hands. Our thighs 
pressed together, mine encased in full corporate regalia, 
business suit and pantyhose.

We arrived at the hotel and went to our appointed table 
for the breakfast event. It was a huge room and there 
were hardly any people! What a disaster! It hadn't been 
well-advertised. Customers straggled in as we waited for 
a deluge of questions. None came. We waited the requisite 
hour from 7 until 8 am, ate breakfast ourselves and then 
took off for the day's events.

Upstairs by the conference rooms, there was a sea of 
people. Many of them knew me and came up to greet me; I 
had the feeling of being a local celebrity as I waded 
through the hordes. It was quite wonderful. I enjoyed 
seeing all these old friends and hearing their 
appreciative remarks about the support that I'd provided 
throughout the year to them. My new friend stayed close, 
wanting to be near me. I was thrilled to be with him, not 
only because he was such a wonderful lover and 
intelligent, sexy man, but also because I genuinely 
admired his professional and technical expertise. I made 
a point of introducing him far and wide to everyone I 
knew, proud to be with him, welcoming him to my world. I 
know my support and introductions helped him become 
famous very quickly. 

We looked at our schedules and figured out what speakers 
to listen to and when we had to speak ourselves. We 
attended the keynote speech together, sitting side by 
side, legs pressed up against each other as much as 
possible without seeming too obvious. The room was 
freezing cold and I was happy to absorb some of his 
warmth. The chairs were very close together so it was 
easy to be close without it being noticed. Again, many 
people came up to me to greet me and I introduced my new 
friend.

After the keynote speech we had to go in different 
directions. We compared schedules and realized we had 
about two hours in the middle of the day.  His eyes 
gleamed at me and he gave me a sexy, tantalizing look. 
Hm, the bus ride could be 15 minutes each way, undress, 
sex, dress again-yes, there would be enough time. I had 
never played hooky at a company function before. Not that 
I didn't work enough; I was a workaholic and always 
worked more than the proverbial 40 hours. But skip out on 
a big function like this? 

I had to do it. He made me feel so happy, so desired. I 
was so hungry to feel that way. It had been such a dark, 
depressing couple of years. I had to steal this time, 
this happiness for myself. This particular business 
function was always so stressful.  I had been speaking at 
it for years, literally; I was one of the best speakers 
in the company. There were months of preparation for this 
event, creating the presentation, having it reviewed by a 
committee and of course traveling thousands of miles to 
the event itself. I would never have guessed that I would 
be blessed with the gift of a love affair here. .

It was very simple. I wanted to be with him as much as I 
could.  For the first time in years I again felt 
beautiful and sexy and desirable and most importantly, 
desired. I chose to take this time for myself.

At 11 am we met and took the shuttle bus back to the 
hotel. We carried our briefcases and of course looked 
very business-like. Several people saw us leave, but I 
don't think it was obvious what was going on.  By the 
time we got there, we really only had less than an hour 
to get naked and screw. 

The minute the hotel room door was shut we were in each 
other's arms, tearing off our clothes, kissing madly. He 
suggested a quickie, where I would simply pull down my 
pants and he'd stick his cock in me. I said, "YES!"  I 
was hot. I wanted him. I was wearing a classy business 
suit, heels and pantyhose. I liked to look professional 
and authoritative when I spoke.

I lifted my skirt and pulled down my pantyhose and 
panties. I bent over and leaned down on the bed. He 
unrolled the condom and put it on. Umph!  His great, hard 
cock entered my pussy and filled me up. Mmm, it felt SO 
GOOD. I tried to push back, to bury it as deeply as 
possible in me. He took my hips and began to thrust into 
me, deeply, again and again, varying the pitch and speed. 
I responded to each thrust with a gasp of breath and 
small sound of pleasure. It was so exciting. He was so 
hot! His cock was so big and hard. He fucked me for a 
long time, harder and harder.  The sweat poured off of 
both of us, still mostly dressed. Our faces were red with 
excitement as was his cock and my pussy. Finally he came 
with a cry, giving one last giant thrust deep within me.

Then he discovered that he'd shredded the condom. He'd 
gotten so excited and was so forceful in his thrusts that 
he had literally worn a hole in it!  We both howled with 
laughter. We were so hot that we'd worn a condom out!  We 
were not worried since neither of us had been screwing 
around with anyone and I knew that I could not get 
pregnant due to where I was in my menstrual cycle.

We looked at the clock! Augh! We had to get back. We 
grabbed towels and wiped ourselves off as quickly as we 
could, re-arranged ourselves, and dashed back downstairs 
to take the bus back to the main hotel. Mmmm, I never 
knew a business meeting could be so enjoyable.

The rest of the day I savored the remembered sensation of 
sex with him. I still smelled the faint scent of us 
together on my body, coupled with the combined scents of 
my perfume and his cologne. The meeting rooms where each 
of us was speaking were far apart in this very large 
hotel so we didn't cross paths again until much later. I 
finally was finished for the day and saw that I could go 
and sit in on his talk.

I sat in the back of the room and watched him present to 
an audience of about 90 customers. He was fabulous! He 
was bright and engaging and funny and also technically 
very deep; there was no question he couldn't answer in 
his specialty. I felt so special that he had wanted to be 
near me. He was the best in more ways than one!

Unfortunately, he was already booked to have dinner with 
a customer (damn, they always expected us to work at 
these events!), so he would not be mine until later. He 
said he'd see me about 9 or as soon as he could break 
loose. I hugged him and gave him a peck on the cheek as 
we parted for the evening. I am known as the hugger so 
there was nothing special about my hugging him.  But it 
gave me a thrill nonetheless, to feel that strong male 
body and know it would be mine again later.

I ate a quiet dinner and then read in my room while I 
waited for my new young lover to join me. 

At 9:00 p.m. the telephone rang. 

"Hello gorgeous."  I melted in an instant. With him, I 
felt gorgeous. What an incredible feeling. 

I said, "Will you get your buns up here, sir? There is a 
lady in need of your services." 

He said, "Ma'am, I will be there in an instant." and hung 
up.

Minutes later there was a tap on the door. I opened it 
and we fell into each other's arms. Mmmm, he felt sooo 
good. It felt so good to be with him again. It was so 
much easier the second time. Now there was no hesitation, 
no doubts. I'd chosen to be with him and I would enjoy 
every moment as fully as possible. We both wanted each 
other and would have each other as much as time would 
allow. I was freshly showered, waiting in my nightgown 
again. 

I helped him undress, caressing his body as each area was 
revealed to me.  Naked, we lay on the bed, as close as 
possible. I felt his hard cock between my legs. I wanted 
him. We kissed for a few minutes, tongues dancing in each 
other's mouths. Then he began to move lower on me, 
kissing and licking and tasting as he moved. He first 
softly kissed my ear, licking it, then darting his tongue 
into it. I shivered with pleasure as I gasped. Then he 
moved his attention to my neck, licking it with long, 
tender strokes. I could do nothing more than lay there, 
feeling wonderfully desired. Then he moved to my breasts. 
He took one in each hand and cupped them, while he first 
suckled on one nipple and then the other, following up 
with long, rounded licks around the nipples. God, he was 
good!

 From my breasts he took a shortcut to my pussy, which was 
wet and waiting for him. I lay with legs spread wide, 
open for him, as he proceeded to lick and suck my clit, 
while playing inside with his fingers. I lay there 
squirming, writhing under his attentions, wanting to feel 
every sensation and make it last as long as possible, 
trying to hold off my orgasm. Finally, I couldn't hold on 
any longer and I came, screaming, "AGHH! AGHH!" STOP! 
STOP! STOP!"  He lifted his head and flashed me an 
enormous smile and said, "Did milady have her orgasm?"  
His brilliant blue eyes sparkled at me.  I said, "Yes, 
didn't you notice?" He said, "I thought it seemed so." 

I reached out for him with my arms to pull him toward me. 
I said, "I want you."  He said, in that silly fake 
Southern (mixed with English) accent that he used for 
teasing me,  "Well, ma'am, I can hardly refuse a request 
like that." He pulled out a condom and quickly rolled it 
on, then slid inside of me.

Oh, it was so delicious! Another night of being loved by 
this wonderful, sexy, intelligent man. He fucked me 
expertly as I panted with each stroke, shoving my hips up 
to meet his stroking, wanting him inside me as deeply as 
possible. Finally, he, too, came.

We lay side by side, stroking each other's bodies, and 
talking about the day we'd just had. We talked about our 
presentations and the customers we'd spoken to.  I 
promised to email him with lots of contacts and 
information, since he was new to the company and I was an 
old hand. I was happy to help. He was fantastic - in more 
ways than one!

He lay on the bed and I began touching him with my 
special, soft touch. He purred appreciatively as I 
pleasured him. As I reached his penis, I reached out and 
gave it a lick with my tongue. He jerked in response. I 
said, "Do you like that?" He said, "Yes, ma'am, this is 
the first time for me."

I was shocked. I said, "Don't those English girls know 
how to please a man?" He said, "Not the ones I've been 
with." I said, "Well, now let me please you then."  I 
proceeded to use hands and mouth to pleasure his cock. He 
was hard in an instant, his cock standing at attention. I 
took his cock in my mouth and began to lick it while 
holding it in my mouth. I experimented with licks and 
touches in different areas to see what he liked best. I 
used my other hand to cup and stroke his balls. Beginning 
slowly I finally increased the pace and found the right 
combination of touching and sucking that was driving him 
crazy.  Then I really focused my attentions. I wanted to 
give him the pleasure of cumming in my mouth. As the pace 
picked up and he was thrusting into my mouth, he said, 
"I'm going to cum!" I detached my mouth briefly enough to 
blurt out, "Go for it," and resumed my activities. 
Shortly after that he grunted and came into my mouth, his 
hot cum filling my mouth. I continued to stroke him while 
holding his cock in my mouth. Even after cumming he 
stayed hard for awhile.  He lay, slightly dazed, and 
smiled at me. He said, "Wow!"  I said, "Did you like it?" 
He said, "Absolutely." I smiled and said, "Well, it's the 
least I can do for you after all you've done for me."   
He took me into his arms again and held me for awhile.  
"Thank you for a lovely experience, my first blow-job," 
he said. I tried to affect a fake Southern accent and 
said, "We aim to please all our customers."

We lay in each other's arms and resumed our conversation. 
Eventually we looked at the clock in horror. We both had 
early flights the next morning. He dressed while I 
watched. I pulled my nightgown over my head again so I 
could walk to the door with him and not give a passerby a 
thrill.  The last thing before he closed the door he 
pulled me into his arms and gave me a wet, passionate 
kiss. He said, "You are a very beautiful woman. I have 
loved every moment of being with you. I look forward to 
the next time." A tear formed at the corner of my eye. I 
said, "And you are an extraordinary young man. Thank you 
for your kind attentions." 

Then he was gone. I smiled, remembering all the lovely 
times spent with him in the past few days. I wondered 
when our paths would cross again?

[AUTHOR'S EMAIL ADDRESS: freja_j@att.net
Comments are invited.]

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