
Alright, you know the drill... if you are under 21, 
think sex stories are wrong and immoral, and/or 
it is against the law where you live, go away... 
visit disney.com and leave me alone.  If you are 
of legal age, see some redeemingvalue in this 
type of story and oh heck, you just like reading 
about pleasure, keep on going...

For those of you who have thought I was dead this 
past year - pretty close!  I just haven't really been 
inspired.  Until now.  And if this guy only knew 
HOW much he inspired me, this story probably 
wouldn't be mostly fictional.  :)


The Business Trip from Hell               
By Pami (M/F) (pami1968@aol.com)


They couldn't have been more different.  

He was dark, intense, brooding.  His dark hair looked 
like it was slicked back from his forehead with hair 
gel and it curled wildly at his shirt collar.  There 
was no denying the fact that even if he had trimmed his 
goatee in the morning, by the late afternoon he didn't 
just have 5 o'clock shadow, it easily blended into his 
beard.  She had occasionally amused herself by thinking 
that he must have to take a razor to work in order to 
tame his facial follicles on days that he worked late.  
His dark eyes seemed to always observe everything, and 
she could vividly remember holding group meetings and 
feeling like he could see inside her mind.  A freshly 
pressed shirt and tie didn't help much - they only made 
him look slightly less scruffy.  Even when he had his 
most polite expression on his face, it seemed to her 
like he was taking in everything that everyone said or 
did, and found them somewhat lacking.  He didn't speak 
much in group meetings, and she wasn't sure if it was 
because he was unsure of himself or if he just didn't 
really care about anything or anyone.  He was toned and 
tanned, and somewhat vain about it - he watched what he 
ate and worked out on a regular basis, trying to keep 
Father Time from encroaching.  A loner, he didn't 
really have any cronies in their division at work - in 
fact, she wondered from if he ever just called anyone 
up to run ideas by them at all.  He seemed like he 
would be more at home on the back of a Harley, wearing 
leather from top to toe, instead of in a conservative 
shirt and tie with a pair of shiny dress shoes on.  His 
girlfriends, on the rare occasions that he was glimpsed 
about town with them, were all the same - blonde, 
slender, and overly-made up.    

She, on the other hand, was the golden girl.  She was 
bubbly and vivacious, with a hair color that changed 
according to her whim and snappy brown eyes that always 
looked like they were either amused or ready to burst 
into tears.  She hated wearing the restrained dress 
shirt with the required 70's-esque scarf tied around 
her neck.  She was the one who everyone wanted to be 
around - the one who always had the one-liner ready but 
was equally able to be serious and brainstorm some 
great ideas to improve productivity.  She occasionally 
spoke before she thought, and it was obvious to her co-
workers that she needed to be a part of any decision 
that was made.  She was somewhat overweight, definitely 
voluptuous, and she laughed it off, not wanting to give 
up that extra scoop of ice cream at lunch.  When they 
were able to have casual day, she always had a perfect 
outfit ready - one that was perky and brightly colored, 
and it usually had a decolletage that made men look 
twice.  They could ignore her bountiful breasts when 
they were hidden by a uniform shirt, but when she was 
wearing one of the knit scoop neck blouses that she 
loved, her curves were not able to be dismissed so 
easily.  She didn't really care if they looked at her - 
she wasn't flashy or trashy, but she also figured that 
she couldn't hide her zaftig-ness, so why even try?  
And whenever she thought of 'him'...that elusive Mr. 
Maybe-Right, he definitely was clean-cut and 
conservative... almost boy-scout-looking.

That night, she had arrayed herself in a blue and white 
checkerboard tanktop with a string that threaded down 
the front, a crisp pair of white jeans, and a pair of 
blue leather sandals.  Her dark auburn hair was down, 
curling around her shoulders in the Floridian humidity.  
She hadn't bothered to put any makeup on, allowing her 
soft fair skin, pink lips, and black eyelashes to be 
her only cosmetic.  She looked pretty much as wholesome 
as apple pie.  He, on the other hand, had changed into 
a red and black knit t-shirt and a pair of khaki 
shorts.  A ball-cap covered his hair, and he hadn't 
bothered to shave the stubble from his face.  To say he 
looked a little ragged would have been an 
understatement.  It was 'fun night' at their annual 
convention, and a buffet, bar, and band were waiting to 
entertain them for the evening.

She ate dinner quickly, with a couple of friends she 
hadn't seen in years, and then her supervisor walked by 
the table.  He wanted his little group of 15 or so 
employees to dance, he said.  It seemed like he had a 
couple of drinks, but she was up for it, and so she 
went.  As the evening wore on, no one danced with more 
people than she did.  Partly because she knew 
colleagues from all over the country, from other 
divisions she had worked with, and they wanted to hang 
out with her, and partly because she was just so 
exuberant that even those who didn't know her wanted to 
get close enough to enjoy that aura of liveliness.  And 
yes, she even danced with the scruffy guy, which 
surprised not only herself, but also their other co-
workers, who were taken aback to see him even 
interacting with them.  When he wasn't dancing, she 
felt like he was watching her every move.   She thought 
maybe she was over-reacting, till one of the other guys 
in the division pulled her aside and teased her about 
her new 'boyfriend'.  

The night went on in much the same vein.  Where ever 
she was, he would be.  Staring at her with those dark 
eyes, until finally she couldn't stand it anymore.  

She walked up to him until their faces were just inches 
apart and "Are YOU lookin' at ME?" she asked him with a 
smirk on her face and in her best gangster/New Jersey 
accent.

Instead of answering, he just stood there and looked 
into her eyes for what seemed like forever.  He finally 
took her by the hand and led her outside and around the 
corner from the pavilion where all the action was 
taking place.  Into the shadows they went and then he 
stopped.  He turned back around, and didn't say a word.  
He just lowered his head and kissed her.

The kiss went through her body like a shockwave.  She 
was between boyfriends, and it had been a few months 
since she had been kissed by anyone, but she didn't 
think even her last lover had kissed her like this.  

He growled in his throat as his lips possessed hers.  
He bit on her lower lip, and she felt dizzy.  He raised 
his head from hers, and smiled at her.  Even in the 
shadows cast by the streetlights and buildings she 
could see the whiteness of his teeth against his dark 
beard.  "I finally found a way to shut you up," he told 
her.

She opened her mouth to protest this statement, and 
immediately his mouth swooped down to hers again.  This 
time, he turned her against the building and pressed up 
against her.  His tongue licked at her lips till she 
opened her mouth and then, when she felt it against the 
roof of her mouth, she was glad for the support of the 
wall because her knees weakened.

The kiss went on and on, and the flame inside her 
burned higher and higher, until he stopped again.  "I 
knew you would taste sweet," he muttered.

She snapped out of the lustful spell that he had cast 
over her and pulled away.  "I.. We... umm..." she 
stuttered, embarrassed beyond belief that she had 
actually been kissing a guy that she worked with, 
something that she was vehemently against.  She pulled 
her hand out of his.  "We need to go back before 
someone wonders where we went," she told him as 
composedly as she could.

"Do you really want to do that," he asked her, lazily 
reaching out for the string that ran down the front of 
her shirt.  He toyed with the bow that held it 
together.  "Why don't we just go back to the hotel now?  
I'm sure no one will even realize we are gone."

She shook her head and took another step back.  "No 
way... you KNOW someone is gonna wonder where I am.  
I'm not exactly inconspicuous, you know.  Besides, this 
is something that really shouldn't have happened.  I'm 
not a big fan of romance in the workplace."

He smirked, but straightened up to walk back to the 
pavilion.  "I didn't say that ROMANCE was on my mind."

She blushed beet red, and looked at him.  "Let's just 
forget about this, ok?" and she walked back on her own.

What she didn't hear was his answer.  "I have no 
intention of forgetting about ANYTHING, darlin'" he 
drawled as he sauntered back behind her.

Her reappearance at the dance pavilion was commented 
upon by several folks, but she airily blew it off, 
mentioning that it was just so darned hot and she 
needed to get some fresh air.  No one commented upon 
his disappearance at the same time... he didn't really 
have anyone who kept tabs on his whereabouts.

As the night wore on, she was completely self-
conscious.  She could sense his every move, whether he 
was over at the bar or dancing behind her with someone 
else.  His eyes followed her from partner to partner, 
to the rest room, or to a chair to rest for a moment.  
She felt something in her stomach flip every time their 
eyes met, and she cursed the impulse that had led her 
into the awkward situation.

Finally it was time to go back to the hotel.  There was 
a group of about 12 of them, everywhere on the spectrum 
from cold sobriety to drunk as a skunk.  They walked 
back, talking, joking, even singing and dancing.  She 
spent a little time with everyone, except him.  She 
thought maybe that wasn't noticed until she got to her 
room and her roommate asked her if they had maybe 
gotten into an argument.  The roommate then wearily got 
into bed, and she decided that she was going to head 
down to the pool area for a late night swim.

She dove into the quiet pool, which had three or four 
other people in and around it, and the fates being what 
they are, a head popped up next to hers and shook like 
a shaggy dog.  It was him. "And I thought you were 
avoiding me," he smiled at her.  

She didn't smile back.  "I was." 

He disappeared under the water and the next thing she 
knew, he had grabbed her by the ankles and dunked her.   
She came up sputtering while he laughed.  "You are 
so... dunkable," he chuckled.

She coldly responded, "You know, I really think we 
should just keep this on a professional level, ok?"  It 
was a frosty tone, which she employed seldom, but it 
seemed to intimidate people when she did.  And right 
now she needed a little bit of space.

"No, it is not ok" he answered calmly as he quickly 
disappeared and he pulled her underwater again.

Now she was getting annoyed.  "Look.  I just want you 
to leave me alone," she informed him.

He pushed her along in the pool up to a corner.  Softly 
he said, "I really don't think that's what you want, is 
it?"  He ran his hand around her waist and moved closer 
until his body was pressing against hers.  "I know that 
you liked my kiss, so don't deny it.  Why don't you 
think about what else of mine you might like just as 
much."  He looked side to side, and seeing no one in 
sight, he pulled her face up and kissed her hungrily.

'Dammit,' she thought, 'he does kiss REALLY well...and 
he knows it.  I hate that.' and she gave herself up to 
the scorching heat that was running through her body.  

One kiss led to another, and the next thing she knew, 
he was nibbling on her neck and she heard herself 
gasping for breath.  Her hands wandered across his 
shoulders and across the profuse expanse of curly hair 
covering his chest.  In a dim corner of her mind she 
registered the thought that the rest of him was as 
hirsute as his face was.

He felt her pulse race as he licked the base of her 
neck where it joined her collarbone, and he smiled 
inwardly.  He knew that a woman full of vitality like 
she was would be passionate.  He had heard her joking 
tales about her boyfriends and dates and had thought to 
himself many times that she just didn't know what to 
look for in a man.  She always dated studious and 
serious men, but what she really needed was a 'bad boy' 
to let herself go.  He hadn't really intended for it to 
be him, but for some reason, this week, he just 
couldn't control himself.

She pushed his hands away as she felt him pulling at 
the straps to her swimsuit.  "No... no..." she moaned, 
trying to maintain a shred of decency.  While the hotel 
pool was now deserted, and it was the wee hours of the 
morning, she couldn't bear the thought of someone she 
knew from work coming upon her this way.

He felt her begin to panic and he stopped himself.  He 
pressed himself against her hard, and he was sure she 
could feel the semi-hardness of his cock against her 
vulva.  He kissed his way to her ear and whispered, 
"Come to my room.  Please."

She shook her head in a negative, but he bit her 
earlobe and she moaned.  "Come on..." he whispered 
again and he pulled her by the hand to the steps of the 
swimming pool.  

It was when he lifted her hand to his mouth and sucked 
one of her fingers into it that she let herself be 
guided out of the pool, and they didn't even stop for 
the towels on their chairs.  He led her to the 
elevator, and they got on the deserted car.  He pressed 
the proper floor and as the doors shut, they hungrily 
kissed again.  

The elevator ride was short, and as the doors opened, 
she knew that she should just be strong and go back to 
her own room and go to sleep.  Unfortunately, the 
rational side of her personality had now been 
completely taken over by the physical need to feel his 
body next to her.  They went down the hall, and she 
silently prayed that no one from their division would 
decide they needed ice in the middle of the night.  He 
opened the door and gently nudged her in.

The drips of water from the pool were minimal now, but 
their suits were still wet, and he watched her nipples 
harden from the air conditioning.  He felt his cock 
twitch as he contemplated what they would taste like in 
his mouth, and then he didn't want to contemplate 
anything, as he took two steps to her and their lips 
connected again.

He sat down on the bed and pulled her between his legs.  
In their current position, his face was on a level with 
her breasts and he leaned forward.

The last thing she wanted to do was stop kissing, but 
when he sat down on the bed, she shivered, knowing that 
they were about to take the next step.  She didn't even 
think about stopping him as she watched his mouth open 
and latch onto her left nipple right through the fabric 
of her swimsuit.  She groaned as she felt his teeth 
pull on it and her hands ran through his hair and held 
him to her.

He pulled her suit down past her ankles, exposing her 
lush curves to his gaze and then shot a molten glance 
up to her face.  Her usually wide open eyes were 
slitted and the pupils were dilated, making her 
chocolate brown eyes pools of darkness that matched his 
own.  His hands reached out and grasped her tits, 
pulling her flesh out, stretching the orbs towards him, 
almost elongating them.  He could barely fit his hands 
around them, and their pale softness contrasted starkly 
against his tanned hands.

He slipped his hands down to her waist and as he leaned 
back on the bed, she gently lay on top of him.  Her 
weight pushed him into the mattress, and he felt 
totally surrounded by the heat of her body, despite the 
coolness of the room.  It was an arousing feeling, and 
he felt himself grow harder at the thought of actually 
being inside her warmth.

She cringed inwardly as they sank onto the bed.  She 
hated to be on top - usually her abundant curves 
weren't an issue, but with someone new she worried that 
he would be turned off by her plumpness.  And while she 
had started out somewhat reluctant in this encounter, 
she had given up her qualms with a vengeance, and now 
she wanted nothing more than to be as bad as this bad 
boy wanted her to be.

She could feel his cock against her, and she straddled 
him, feeling it rub up against her wet pussy, causing 
an electric pulse to race from that very spot, through 
her clit, to her nipples, and all the way to the 
synapses of her brain.  He pushed her up and slid down, 
so that her breasts were dangling in his face, and when 
he took one between his hands and pulled it down to 
nurse on it, she tossed her hair and almost wailed with 
the pleasure she felt.

He absolutely was enraptured by the flush that was 
covering her body.  He loved the way she was throwing 
her head back, and he had no doubts that she was 
enjoying this every bit as much as he was, even without 
the sensual sounds coming from her throat.  Her 
responses were a total rush to him, and he was glad he 
had finally given in to the impulse that had been 
telling him for months that she was something special.

He pushed her forward, with the intention of sliding 
down to taste her hot lust juices, but she resisted for 
the first time.  He pushed harder, and he felt her 
stiffen, and he wondered why.  Not wanting to ruin the 
encounter, he stopped, and told himself that he would 
make sure there was a next time, during which he would 
feast on her wet cunt like it was his last meal.  
Instead, he felt her pulling him up.  

She kissed him as she relaxed again.  She loved to feel 
a tongue and teeth on her delicate folds, but she was 
self-conscious about being on top of him, and she still 
worried about smothering him.  She hoped that he 
wouldn't push the issue tonight, because what she 
really wanted right now was to feel him slide what felt 
like a wonderfully perfect sized throbbing prick deep 
into her, and then  fuck her for as long as they could 
keep going.

She turned onto her side, and lay in the bed next to 
him, as their tongues continued to duel, keeping their 
passions peaked, and she began to pull his trunks down.  
She kept stopping as she became carried away by the 
kiss, and finally he reached down and just yanked them 
off.

She pulled back and looked down.  His curly dark chest 
hair ran down his toned abs and formed a trail leading 
to a visibly pulsing cock that was crying out for her 
touch.  She reached out one of her milky white hands 
and wrapped it around his hardness - or just barely 
managed to hold it, at least.  His stiffness was, in 
her estimation, a very perfect size, maybe about 8 or 
so inches long, and oh so very thick.  She felt a 
twitch in her pussy at the thought of it spreading her 
open and sliding inside.

His long low groan was music to her ears.  He had 
closed his eyes when she touched him, but now he opened 
them up and looked at her with his mesmerizing gaze.  
"God DAMMIT that feels so good, girl," he mumbled as he 
looked at her while she stroked him.

She smiled at him and leaned over to kiss him, "Yes, it 
does feel good," she whispered as she caressed him, 
reaching down to fondle his balls with her other hand.

A few more moments of her touch and he was ready to 
explode.  He suddenly pushed her away and shut his 
eyes, breathing deeply.  He opened his eyes when he 
felt a tickle on the very tip of his cock and looked 
down to see her with her tongue extended, teasing the 
droplet of pre-cum from his body.  That was all it 
took.  He felt his balls seem to melt and he reached 
down to grab his cock at the very base to stop him from 
shooting just yet. 

As the moment passed, he made an animal noise and threw 
her back onto the bed.  He slipped between her legs and 
drove himself deep into the searing moistness of her 
pussy.  They both cried out at the intensity of their 
joining. 

She hadn't dreamed of him in this way until tonight, 
but the thought crossed her mind that she had 
definitely been missing out.  The way he thrust into 
her, sometimes hard and quick jabs, and then slowly 
sliding out or just teasing her with a few inches at a 
time was driving her insane.  She had felt like she was 
on the brink of a climax since their first kiss at the 
pavilion that night, and she didn't want to wait any 
longer.  She wrapped her legs around his ass and pulled 
him into her, begging for him to fuck her fast and deep 
in words that the rest of their colleagues would be 
appalled that she even knew, much less voiced.

He was so close to the edge himself that he didn't know 
if he was going to be able to hold out long enough to 
feel her orgasm around him.  He responded to her 
pleading by telling her to cum, dammit... NOW!

When she heard him demand for her to cum, that was all 
it took.  She screamed loudly as she burst into a 
thousand pieces of flaming flesh, each one shaking with 
the force of her orgasm.  She felt herself contract 
around his hardness inside her and she bit his shoulder 
hard in her pleasure.

He wasn't sure if it was the pulsating clenching of her 
silky walls, her impassioned scream, or even the 
sharpness of her teeth when she bit into him, but he 
roared over the precipice just seconds behind her.  He 
rammed himself into her as far as he could and held 
himself there as he felt the burning liquid lust race 
through his cock and spurt almost impossibly hard into 
her depths.  Her body was milking him of his essence 
over and over until he was drained.

He collapsed on top of her, panting, and she wrapped 
her arms around him as small aftershocks caused her to 
spasm every so often around his softening prick.  Her 
quick, shallow breaths ruffled his hair as they came 
down off the ecstasy high that they had created 
together.

As he slipped out of her, he moaned and she whimpered 
at the feeling.  He rolled over, turned the light off 
and gathered her in his arms.  "Wait till the morning," 
he whispered to her.  "I'm really a morning kind of 
guy."  She giggled, and whispered back.  "Maybe you 
should move the wake up call an hour earlier then... 
I'm really an any-time-of-day girl."





