The Regional Directors' Meeting, Part 4 of xx (MF,MF,MF,MF)

By Chaz Thain

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Debby called me at work two days later.

"What are you doing in the office at 5:30 p.m.? I chided her.
"Don't you know the corporate world closes at 4:30 on Friday?"

"Very funny, smartass," Debby retorted. "In fact, I waited to
call until everybody was gone."

"Uh-oh. That sounds serious. What gives?"

"Weeell, I thought nothing of it when Margie came back from the
November meeting all relaxed and cheerful," Debby said. "But when
Wanda came to the office this morning acting like a new woman, I
realized something was going on.

"You wouldn't know what's happening to my staff while they're in
your fair city, would you? You know ... while they're staying in
a hotel just six blocks from your office."

I hesitated. Dad always said a man keeps his mouth shut. Sex had
always seemed to me like a private thing. If Margie and Wanda
wanted Debby to know about our encounters, THEY would have to
tell her. Not that she didn't already know.

"I don't know what you mean," I lied in my most innocent voice.
"Maybe they're listening to Deepak Chopra tapes."

"Huh! Right! And Dr. Phil changed my life!" she jeered.

"Oh well," she added after a pause. "Now I remember one of the
great things about you. You never kiss and tell."

"Maybe there's nothing to tell," I said.

"Oh, I know better," Debby said. "You see, one of my other girls
had the hotel room next to Wanda's the other night. Cindy says
she counted Wanda's climaxes and was quite impressed! Then Wanda
mentioned you on the flight home, before clamming up when Cindy
started asking questions."

"Uh-oh!" I said. "I hope Cindy won't blab. That could be tough on
Wanda."

"Rest easy cowboy," Debby said. "Cindy is a very nice girl, and
she promised herself she would tell only one person -- and that
was me."

"That's good. I thought of trying to get Wanda to be quiet, but
she was having such a nice time I didn't have the heart."

"I know," Debby giggled. "Remember that time in Aspen when the
guy in the next room started pounding on the wall?"

We both laughed.

"At this rate I'll have to put you on the payroll," she said.
"Your title will be something vague ... Deputy Manager for
Employee Morale or something."

"Shouldn't you be telling me what an unfaithful, slut bastard I
am?" I asked.

"I got used to the idea of you making love to other women long
ago," Debby said. "I don't own you any more than you own me. And
I'd much rather think of you fucking a good friend like Margie,
or a sweetie like Wanda, than boning that bitch wife of yours."

We bantered awhile longer before hanging up, but I got an email
from Debby just before the March director's meeting.

"You can forget about any fun this month," she wrote. "Only two
of my staff are going. One is pushing 70 and the other is Cindy,
who is happily engaged and getting married in September.

"SORRY, LOSER!" she closed.

Oh well. After Margie and Wanda I already felt like the luckiest
guy in the world. So I was plenty surprised when my office phone
rang on the night of the March meeting and I heard a woman's
voice.

It was Cindy -- the girl who was getting married in September!
And she wanted to see me! Curiosity alone would have sent me to
her hotel room. It was likely she was having sex with her fiance.
And the sex must be good since she was marrying him. So why would
she invite me to her room? Maybe she really did want to talk?

Cindy let me into her room with a smile and gave me a drink. She
wore black slacks and a form-fitting green top while a matching
blazer was draped over a chair. Her shoes were kicked off under
the table. We drank and made small talk while looking each other
over.

I was intrigued. Cindy was one of the slimmest women I had ever
seen! It was as if a perfectly proportioned 5-foot-3-inch woman
had been stretched up three or four inches, leaving her
symmetrical in all dimensions except the vertical axis. Her face,
neck, trunk, arms and legs were long without being the least bit
bony.

In fact, she gave the impression of sleekness and grace from the
tips of her long toes to the widow's peak on her forehead. It was
a delight watching her move her long, slender hands while talking
or pushing back her straight glossy brunette hair. And her snug
top clearly outlined a sweet pair of champagne-glass tits in a
thin bra.

Skinny model types have no appeal for me, but Cindy was nothing
like that. She gave an impression of strength and coordination
like an athlete.

We chatted for awhile before she came to the point, preceded by a
deep breath.

"I missed the girls'-night-out last fall, but I heard a couple of
Debby's stories second-hand," she said talking quickly and
nervously. "Then there was last month's meeting when I had the
room next to Wanda's."

Her big, hazel eyes looked at me cautiously.

"That was you wasn't it?" she asked.

"Yes, that was me."

"So ... " her voice trailed into silence and she looked away.
There was a pause and I noticed her clasping her hands together
tightly.

"You could tell me what you're thinking," I prompted. "But if
you're uncomfortable ... " I left the sentence unfinished.

She looked up at me with a small grin.

"Actually I have a question," she said, stopping again.

I finally told her to go on, and she looked up and away.

"It's pretty personal."

"If it's too personal, I won't answer," I prodded. She looked
down at the clasped hands in her lap and the silence stretched
out.

"Did you ... mmm ... do her ass?" she said, still looking down.

"No, we just covered the basics," I said, my pulse beginning to
pound. Another silence fell, her face was flushed pink.

"Have you ever?"

"Yes, I have," I said, "several times."

"So ... you like it?"

"I do."

"Was it good ... for the girl."

"Well, with one girl it was her first time. She changed her mind
pretty quick, so we stopped."

"But the other girls liked it?"

"One girl, actually. She didn't want it all the time. But every
few weeks she'd whisper in my ear and we'd do it again."

A long silence followed, then Cindy took another deep breath and
stared out the window at the twinkling skyline.

"I saw this movie once ... it was the hottest ever," she
explained. "The guy was very sexy and the girl was even better.
As a couple they really turned me on ...  the seductive way she
moved ... the forceful way he responded. They had amazing
chemistry.

"Anyway, in one scene the girl was naked, lying face down on a
bed. The guy was on top of her ... he was humping her. You really
couldn't see anything except their faces and bare shoulders, but
my God! It looked so real ... so animal!

"I sat there squirming in my seat. I knew if I touched myself I
would come and my date would hear me. I couldn't wait to get rid
of the guy, go home and rub myself all I wanted.

"For a couple of years I replayed that scene in my head whenever
I wanted to get turned on," Cindy said. "But after awhile it
began to puzzle me. So I bought the video and watched it again.

"The position ... the angle ... was all wrong! There was no way
he could get into her pussy in that position! And I realized ...
he was fucking her ASS!

"Sure, they were faking it ... but they were ASS-fucking right
there in front of the world ... in an R-rated movie! And I could
tell the actors were turned on! They were into it!

"I ... I was stunned when I figured that out. But the next thing
I did was shove both hands in my pants. I rubbed my spot a few
times, then just pushed a little against my asshole. I came like
mad, flopping off the couch to the floor! I even passed out a
little ... .

"I went went online that day and bought my first dildo. Two
actually. One for my pussy and a little one for my ass. I spent
the next weekend watching that video and coming and coming. I
could come right now just thinking about it.

"That was great. But after awhile I got tired of watching the
movie and I wanted to be IN the movie! But when I asked him, my
boyfriend was turned off. Backdoor sex doesn't appeal to him at
all. So I dropped the subject. Now he's my fiance and we're
getting married soon."

She paused and took another deep breath.

"So I mentioned anal again and his reaction told me all I need to
know. Ron will never change his mind. I'm going to spend the rest
of my life never knowing what it feels like ... the one thing
that makes me crazy just thinking about it."

"So now you know why I asked you here ..." her voice trailed off,
but she glanced quickly at my face before looking away again.

"Cindy I would be happy to show you what it's like," I said, "but
you've imagined it so long that the real thing can't possibly
match your fantasy. You'll probably be disappointed."

"I know that's possible, but I have to know," she sighed. "I have
to know what it feels like before I can forget about it forever.
It's the dirtiest, wildest sex I can imagine and I have to KNOW!"

I was pretty hot myself by that time, while realizing I had to
use extreme care to make the experience good for Cindy. It's one
thing to imagine butt sex, when your mind controls every move and
sensation. But it's another thing to attempt with a
flesh-and-blood partner. The real thing requires patience and
control, especially the first time.

"So, lights on or lights off," I asked.

"Definitely off!" she said, grinning. "I may be helplessly horny,
but I'm not crazy enough to let a strange man see me naked!"

So I turned off the lights and saw her silhouetted by the dim
glow of the city coming through the window.

"Can I ask you a favor for tonight?" she said tentatively.

"Sure."

"Two, actually," Cindy continued, breathing quickly. "Don't ...
put your dick in my pussy and ... and don't kiss me on the mouth.
I think I can live with my conscience as long as that's saved for
Ron and nobody else."

"Okay, sounds reasonable. How about we start with a shower so
we're clean and comfortable," I suggested.

Cindy agreed and we fumbled our way into the darkened bathroom
and shed our clothes, laughing when we bumped each other. Luckily
one of the power outlets had a tiny amber light on it, or the
blackness would have been complete. She started the shower,
waited for it to warm and we carefully felt our way into the tub.

"Why don't you wash me?" I said, hoping to relax her. Without
replying, she sprayed me with the shower head, then started
soaping my chest. She started quickly at my neck, then slowed to
feel her way along my shoulders and down across my chest to my
ribs.

Cindy washed down my front, while I washed my face and hair. She
came to my dick and stroked its soapy length.

"Maybe I should look for somebody smaller," she said, smiling up
at me in the dim light.

"But that's not what you want, is it?" I asked, guessing her
thoughts. "You decided to do this when you knew you were coming
to the meeting. And you don't care whether I'm big or tiny."

She seemed to blush in the dim light, and studied my swollen dick
in her hands.

"You're right. It doesn't matter what size you are, but I'm glad
you're not a horsecock. My fantasies are about pleasure, not
pain."

I massaged shampoo into her hair, washed her neck and moved my
hands down the silky smoothness of her shoulders. Her breasts
were small enough that I couldn't really cup them, so I pressed
them gently against her ribcage and soaped them with circular
motions. Her small nipples grew into hard little pebbles and she
held herself motionless, sighing contentedly.

Then I pulled her to me and washed her back, delighting in the
way my hands slid down her spine to her smoothly indented waist.
Cindy's hands washed my balls and went underneath them all the
way to my ass, washing carefully. My hands cupped her full,
rounded buttocks, gripping them to pull her against me. My
fingers rubbed gently down the crack of her ass then brushed over
her puckered little hole, making her stiffen and gasp.

Next I knelt in front of her and washed her feet, carefully
lifting them to get her soles and between her toes. She put her
hands on my shoulders to keep her balance while I lifted one foot
to wash, then the other. The 'V' between her thighs was inches
from my face, a neatly trimmed bush covering the sweet treasure
beneath. I massaged and washed my way up one long slender leg,
then up the other all the way to her butt.

Then we rinsed, helping each other turn round under the warm
spray, hands caressing gently, before turning off the shower. The
dimly lit room was filled with warmth and moisture.

"Wait a sec," I said, and opened the shower curtain enough to put
one foot on the floor and reach for a small bottle of hotel
lotion on the counter opposite the tub. Back in the shower I
emptied half the lotion into one hand and knelt again to massage
Cindy's legs, smoothing the lotion up from her ankles all the way
to her butt, first one leg then the other ... taking my time. Her
hands rested on my wet hair.

Then I emptied the rest of the lotion into my hands and reached
around to massage her butt, leaning my head against her flat
belly. I could feel the heat rising from her crotch. I heard
Cindy give a long sigh as my hands squeezed her buttocks then
started spreading lotion down her back channel.

Finally I found her puckered little hole and my slippery fingers
stroked carefully over it, spreading lotion, but not penetrating
the tight ring of muscle. Now she was crooning softly as my
fingertips rimmed her butthole.

Turning my head I suddenly pressed my open mouth to Cindy's pussy
and my tongue delved down through her coarse pubes until I found
the top of her slit. I parted her pussy lips with my tongue-tip
and slid down a short way before finding a firm little bump
cradled in folds of flesh. I licked her lightly and she jerked,
her fingers digging into my hair.

"Ohmygod!" she cried, jerking each time my tongue slid slowly
across her clit. I found the opening of her vagina with my left
hand and gradually pushed my thumb inside, finding her juicy and
slippery. She was gasping and panting continuously now, her hands
pressing my head into her crotch and her legs quivering slightly.

"Mmm, mmm, mmmmm!" she hummed between gasps.

I centered the tip of a middle finger in Cindy's asshole and
waited a couple of seconds to give her fair warning. Then I slid
it quickly into her ass up to the second knuckle. In fact, my
second knuckle stopped right in the tight ring of muscle at her
entrance. The muscle trying involuntarily to close on my invading
finger.

She came.

Oh boy did she come! She gave a short, high-pitched yelp when she
felt my finger thrust into her ... followed by a series of low
grunts and hip thrusts that nearly knocked me to the bottom of
the tub. I expected her reaction, but it was still hard keeping
my tongue on her clit, my thumb buried in her pussy and my finger
in her ass.

So I threw gasoline on the fire by starting to thrust my finger
in and out of her asshole in short, quick strokes. But I had time
for only two strokes before Cindy gave a short scream and her
legs collapsed. Her beautiful buttocks hit the tub at the same
time that she pulled the shower curtain down with a loud ripping
sound.

I couldn't keep my tongue in her pussy in the new configuration,
but my left thumb stayed inside her and my right middle finger
was driven even deeper up her ass. So I continued to finger-fuck
her ass with short, quick strokes while her cries filled the
room.

"AAAH! AAAAH! AAAH! AAAH! AAH! AAAAH!"

Cindy's arms were behind her, braced against the tub so she could
thrust her body repeatedly against my invading fingers. Her mouth
was open wide to gasp for air and her eyes stared intently, fixed
on my hands where they disappeared inside her.

"AAAAAAAAUGGHHH!" she groaned hoarsely. "FUCK ME, FUCK ME,
FUCKMYASSSSSS! OH YES, YEESSSSS! DEEPER!"

Finally her climax ended and she laid back in the tub, spasming
occasionally, with her eyes closed. Her hands reached forward to
hold my hands motionless. She could tolerate no more stimulation
of her tender asshole and her dripping pussy. I slowly slid my
fingers out of her and helped her out of the tub onto shaky legs.

Drying her with a big towel, I led Cindy out of the bathroom and
laid her on the bed. I covered her with a blanket, wrapped a
towel around her wet hair and laid down beside her. It was
several long moments before she gathered enough strength to
speak.

"My god that was intense," she whispered. "I had no idea just
being fingered would send me to the moon."

She opened her pretty eyes and looked into my face.

"I still want it. I want you in my ass. I thought ... I KNOW I'm
ready. And I know it's going to be wonderful ..."

Her eyes drifted closed and her breathing became deep and steady.

"But ... just let me rest ... I have to recover ... just a
little."

So I let her rest.

End Part 4

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