Business Trip

It barely registered when Erika brushed against James' leg. He'd noticed the way Erika's cleavage was heaving faster now, and it was so damn erotic. He didn't notice how his own leg rubbed hers, returning the favor. It was just a twitch, more to relieve some of the pressure from the crotch of his pants on his straining penis, than to return Erika's guesture.

"Exploring is what we do best," James said with a chuckle. "It's a lot different then exploring as teens. Then we're curious, excited, and scared. But when we get older, and learn to actually appreciate our lover's body - her whole body - the exploration helps give us both pleasure and makes sex that much more special. Though my wife doesn't really care for much of that anymore. It's almost like she thinks I'm a twenty-something year old. All she wants to do when we get in bed is roll over and sleep. She won't even let me touch her stomach for more than 5 seconds."
 
She felt hit leg hit hers gently under the table. She figured it was by accident just like when she brushed his leg. She could feel her breathing becoming heavier than it normally was. And suddenly the restaurant felt 10 degrees hotter. James is married. James is married. She scolded herself in her head. But despite how many times she told herself that, she still imagined him undressing her sensually. She imagined him taking hold of her round, twin globes....caressing and sucking on them. The thought alone was making her womanhood ache and causing her panties to dampen.

"I don't know. There's something more attractive about a man if he can be sensual. Sure, quick hot sex is fun. But when a man can worship a woman's body...gives her the attention she craves, it makes him very attractive." She whispered. She hoped she wasn't crossing a line here.
 
Now James' penis was starting to harden and rise. In his seated position, the folds of his pants hid the rising bulge, but not for long. When James was younger and in the privacy of his own bedroom, he'd take this opportunity to unzip his fly and slip out his dick, just to give it room to grow out in the open air. The last time he'd gotten that hard when he was dressed was when he was still in his 30s. His wife just didn't do spontaneously sexual things anymore. She'd just become so demure and conservative.

He almost blushed like a school boy when Erika commented on her thoughts. Was she flattering him. It sure sounded like it. "You're right about quick hot sex. It can be fun. But it's only fitting for a man to give a beautiful woman the love she deserves," he said. "And a beautiful woman such as yourself certainly deserves more than some young hot-shot with as much romance as a dog." Again, James said too much. But with the way this conversation was going, he didn't care anymore. Fuck, with the way Erika's chest was driving him crazy, he just grab her right here and kiss her, while fondling her tits and pulling out his penis to rub on her skirt.
 
She knew she should put a stop to this conversation. He was married and he was much older. Not that age mattered to her. Hell, he looked better than most men her age did. She swore it had to be close to twenty degrees hotter in the restaurant. In the back of her mind, she thought of his hands all over her. Not tearing at her clothes like some inexperienced twit, but his strong hands caressing her skin like an experienced man. She could almost imagine the way he would take hold of her soft, round, beautiful breasts. The way he'd bring them to his mouth. Fuck Erika get control of yourself. She could scold herself as much as she wanted. It didn't stop the fact that she was getting damp.

"Well, I'm shit out of luck at the moment. Most men want a quick fuck. And to be honest, most twenty year old guys can't even get it up." She said. Had she said too much, she didn't care. She was hot right now, all because of a married man.
 
"I suppose it's because you just haven't found the right man yet," James replied. At this point, he really didn't care anymore. He was so horny. As far as passion and emotion, his marriage was dead. He loved his wife, and he thought she loved him, but she just couldn't (or wouldn't) give him the attention he needed or deserved. And she wouldn't accept any from him. But Erika, she wanted what he had to offer, but for some reason, she just wouldn't come right out and ask. And James still couldn't bring himself to come right out and offer. He didn't want her to think he was a lewd, crude, dirty old man looking for a fuck toy to pass the time away from his wife away - or worse. But she was just so beautiful. And his aching penis was just so hard - there was a visible bulge in his pants now. If he stood up to walk, it would be painfully obvious. He just had to get it out and at the very least stroke it. But he couldn't - not here, not now.

"A lot of 20 something year olds think too much of themselves. Some will never mellow out. Some do, and they're the ones who'll give you your due. And like fine wine, they will grow more mature with age. A man in his forties is much more sensual and tender than a man in his twenties."
 
This was going to be the longest two days of her life. She couldn't keep doing this for two days. She was going to hell, she knew it. She wanted a married man. And it wasn't just lust either. She wanted an experienced man, one who would worship her in the way she deserved...craved. She knew God was going to send her ass straight to hell for thinking such thoughts, for waning to be intimate with a married man. She thanked the heavens when she felt her phone vibrate. It was just a telemarketer but James didn't need to know that. She needed an excuse..anything..something...to get her away from the table. "Excuse me, I have to take this." She said softly.

She disappeared into the ladies room and closed herself in a stall. She leaned against the wall and her hand found it's way underneath her skirt and to her panties. Just as she suspected, she was very wet. She slipped a single finger inside of her womanhood.

"James." She whimpered at the thought of him.
 
It was both a blessing and a curse when Erika got up to take the phone call. On the one hand, if freed James from the sight of her heaving cleavage and her form-hugging blouse. On the other, suppose he'd been making her uncomfortable, and she needed an excuse to get away for a bit and let things cool off. Speaking of cooling off, James' hard-on was killing him.

Without thinking about saving the table, James rose and went to the men's room, walking briskly to divert people's attention from his bulging cock. The fabric of his briefs brushing on his sensative penis only made him hornier. It made him think of what Erika's fingers could do to him.

Once inside the sanctity of a stall, James unzipped his fly and slipped his penis out of his briefs through the front flap. In the cool air, his penis expanded to its full size, quivering and twitching in anticipation. Taking it in his hand, James began to stroke it, imagining it was Erika who was giving him a sensual handjob as he fondled her breasts and massaged her stomach. First, she was fully clothed, then she wore only her heels, stockings, and skirt. Her shirt and bra were gone, and her breasts were displayed in all thier naked glory. James gyrated his hips to speed up his masturbation. Soon, he was shooting cum all over the door of the stall. Shivers of pleasure went through him. He continued masturbating until the blood finally started to drain from his penis, and it went down. Then, he tucked it back in his pants, cleaned his hands, and headed back out, just in time to bump into Erika as she came out.
 
She didn't know how long she stayed in the stall. She leaned up against it, her fingers pleasing herself at the thought of the married man just sitting in the restaurant. She finally pleased herself the best she could. She washed her hands and took a deep breath. She knew she was going straight to hell for this. She wanted a married man and it wasn't just lust. If it was lust, she could screw any guy she wanted and be done with it but this was different.

She imagined James undressing her, worshiping every inch of her. She imagined taking off his clothes, getting hold of his manhood...his naked body. She was lost in her own head as she exited the bathroom, nearly colliding with James. When she bumped into him, she felt his strong body against hers for a second. "Oh dear god...I'm so sorry. I wasn't even looking." She said in a bare whisper, her eyes meeting his. Now she was fucking screwed...and definitely going to hell.
 
James was just as surprised as Erika when she stumbled into him. Instinctively, he reached out to catch her in case she fell. He wrapped one arm around her back and caught her elbow, and pulled her to his chest to steady her. For a few moments, he stared down into her eyes, then down at her cleavage. His mouth hung open, unable to believe what was happening. Part of him knew he should let go. Erika could probably balance by herself on her heels. Yet an even bigger part of him wanted to keep holding her here, feeling her warm body against his chest. He wanted to spin her around, so her breasts were pressed against him, and he could feel the contours of that magnificently young, sleek body. Despite being emptied earlier from his masturbation, his penis sprang to life inside his briefs and started shifting around as blood returned to it. It was getting hard. James hoped it wouldn't get to the point where Erika would be able to detect anything, least of a a bulge in his pants poking the side of her thigh.
 
"God, I'm sorry. I'm usually not such a clutz. And I usually pay better attention to where I'm going." She said softly. She felt his hand holding her elbow, his other hand at her back. This was the closest they had ever been and she could feel her heart racing. She had just relieved herself in the woman's room moments ago but she could feel all her sexual feelings returning to her. In her head, she reminded herself that he was taken and married but he was good looking. And if she was being truthful to herself, he made her feel sexier than she ever had before.

Her breasts heaved gently, out of breath from almost falling. She made the mistake of letting her eyes meet his. He had these dark, mysterious eyes. She knew he was taken but all his words from earlier in the evening ran in her head. She thought about him peeling each article of clothing off her body, worshiping her in a way no younger man ever had.

"We should probably get back to our table before they give it away." She whispered in almost a bare whisper.
 
"We probably should," James said. He didn't move. His grip only tightened, ever so slightly as he held her more securely. His erection continued to bulge, until it actually did touch her leg. He knew he should let go. He knew he should return to the table, eat, and try and make this trip go by as fast as possible. But he couldn't. Let Erika think he was rude and a pig who was an unfaithful bastard. Maybe that would fix him, if he gave into his lust and got a slap for it. But part of him hoped against hope that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. It was all he could do to keep from kissing her right then and there, as they stood in the hall with his arms wrapped around her, and his erection brushing her leg.
 
Her heart raced and she knew it shouldn't. James was married with a kid or two. But there was something about him that she was very much attracted to; and their conversations of the night had gotten to her. It had been a long time since she had been intimate with a man, she was ashamed to admit that. Work was her priority but she had to admit that it was nice that a man noticed her. The way James noticed her was more than a colleague noticing another colleague; for the first time in a long time a man noticed Erika for what she was, a beautiful woman.

If they had been in the privacy of their hotel room, she would have started tearing at his clothes. Sure, he'd probably hate her but the lust she had for him was brewing at an insane temperature. And she wanted him to undress her, worship her body in ways that no other man had done in a very long time.

Her brown hair fell over her eyes. She could feel her heart racing faster than it had in a very long time. She felt his erection brush against her leg and it took all she had not to let out a soft whimper right there.

"Um, I think I'm going to go get some fresh air." She whispered.
 
This was probably the point James should have let go. He was obviously scaring the poor girl. It was lawsuit for sure, now. No doubt his marriage was probably in the toilet - as if it could decline anymore, for all the passion left in it - once his wife found out he'd sexually harassed a coworker. Then his job was out too, along with all his stuff once his wife threw him out. Maybe his older sister would let him stay with her. His life was practically over. You've come this far, he though. Might as well bury your coffin now.

"Erika, I..." he began. In reality, he didn't know what to say. So he said nothing. He just tightened his grip slightly, leaned in, and kissed Erika on the lips, bracing himself for the inevitable slap, frantic-punching, or knee-in-the-balls reaction. Hopefully, she wouldn't overreact and cry rape.
 
Being that close to a man, a man who noticed her for a woman, made her stand still. She knew he was married with a family but she found herself wanting him in a way that she knew she should not. Before she had a chance to excuse herself, get some air, get away from him just to clear her head in order, something happened. She felt his grip tighten on her. They were standing in such close proximity that she could smell his cologne and it smelled so good.

In a matter of seconds, she felt his lips on hers for the first time. She let her lips brush against his barely, taking a step closer to him. At this point, they couldn't get any closer. She knew people that were passing by probably were staring but at this point she didn't even much care of that. She could practically hear her heart beating inside her chest.
 
Erika was kissing him back! James couldn't believe it. He adjusted his arms around her in such a way that one of her breasts was now mashed against his strong chest and his hardening penis was rubbing against her leg. He didn't care anymore that he was married. Erika was reciprocating his advances! That was all that mattered. He pressed his lips deeper into hers, kissing her with all the pent up passion that he'd been unable to relieve for the longest time. His heart was racing furiously with excitement and desire.
 
She didn't know how to take all of this. She knew there had been an attraction between them but she didn't think it would add up to anything. She just figured that since he was married it would go away but when he kissed her, all of that caution and prior concern went flying out the window. Her breasts were pushed up against his chest and she could feel his hardened manhood pressed up against her leg. She kissed him deeply, letting a soft moan escape her lips quietly.

People walking by were probably staring but she didn't care. She was so into kissing him, being so close to him, that anything else was no longer important to her.
 
James gently broke the kiss and looked down at Erika, taking in her youth, her beauty, and her sexuality. He felt rather awkward kissing her here, outside a public bathroom. It felt almost like a tryst in the back of a dingy bar, where he was next going to pull her into the restroom and take her in there for a quick fuck. True, he wanted to fuck her, but she was no tramp out looking for a few bucks and a thrill ride. She was a beautiful young woman, and she was obviously attracted to him. Kissing her made him feel 20 years younger. But he wouldn't act that age. He was still a mature man.

"I hope I'm not embarrassing you," he said. "Perhaps we should take this someplace more private?"
 
"You're not embarrassing me at all." She whispered. She knew exactly like that people were staring at her but what she felt in this moment was much more important. Her work life never gave her the opportunity to find a guy that she was attracted to. And she knew in her heart of hearts that James was very much taken but right now he seemed to be as sexually attracted to her as she was to him.

"That might be the best idea especially if we don't want wandering eyes." She whispered as she took a half step back. She was a little flustered, not expecting that he would have kissed her. She bit her lip, remembering feeling his hardness brushed up against her leg.
 
Hunger and fatigue forgotten, James tenderly lead Erika back towards thier room. His bulge made walking awkward, especially since it was slightly noticeable through his pants. He tried to be as discrete as possible, though he really wanted to sweep Erika up in his arms like a bride and run back to the room. Coming to thier shared room, he opened the door for her, and slipped inside.
 
There wasn't much talk between them on the way back to their room. She knew it was morally wrong; James was taken by another woman but that didn't seem to matter right now. In this moment, she wanted him desperately. Once they got into the room, her heart was racing. She didn't want to seem like a slut of some sort but she also wanted to make sure that he knew that she wanted him.

Without a word, she took a step closer to him. She put her hand to his face and kissed him again deeply. His cologne was intoxicating. She pushed her body up against his, wanting there to be no doubt for him just how much she wanted this..wanted a physical connection with him.
 
James gratefully accepted Erika's kiss. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer in, mashing her full, young breasts against his chest. He let his bulging penis rub againt her leg. He let the door swing shut and latch itself as he slumped against the wall. One hand gripped Erika's shoulder, and the other clamped around her waist. She felt so soft and delicate in his arms - not at all like his wife who was either limp with indifferent submission, or rigid with anxious impatience. For the first time in a long time, James found himself kissing a woman with all the passion and tenderness of a lover. And he knew right there - this was more than lust: he loved Erika. He wanted her - more than he wanted any other woman, even more than he wanted his wife all those years ago, when they were Erika's age and "in love".
 
She knew this could make things incredibly awkward for them when they returned to work but for now, she wasn't worried about this. It was evident that this is something they both wanted. She felt like this pent up lust could only go on for so long. He was married, she felt slightly guilty for that but not guilty enough to want to stop. Her work had consumed her life lately and she wanted to be intimate with a man, even if the man in question was taken.

Her lips still on his, her hands pushed off his suit jacket. She wanted to feel like a woman again, to be wanted again. She moved them closer to one of the beds in the hotel room. She suddenly felt like it was getting incredibly hot in there. She had never wanted something so badly as this and she knew they were going to be crossing a point of no return.
 
James couldn't take it anymore. He had to free his cock. The pain of his erection straining at his pants was too much to bear. His lips still pressed against hers, James slipped his hand around Erika's waist, brushing against her stomach, and found his zipper. He opened his fly, and in a practiced guesture, pulled his scrotum through the flap of his briefs. Freed from the confines of his clothing, his penis sprang to life. It was quite large, nearly six inches long, and quite thick. It seemed to have gotten bigger with age. A pity James' wife no longer found it exciting. She didn't know what she was missing. James' dick brushed against Erika's skirt. It was very sensitive now that it was standing fully erect. The soft fabric of Erika's clothing sent shivers of pleasure through James. He proudly clamped his hand on Erika's waist. He didn't care if she thought him gross for exposing himself. He was proud of his penis. Besides, the way they were holding each other made it obvious they wanted to do so much more than just kiss and hug.
 
She groaned lowly as she watched him take out his fully hard manhood. She felt it brush against her skirt and that would be enough to make her cum inside her panties right then and there. She bit her lip, incredibly turned on. At this moment, she surely wasn't thinking of the fact that James was taken by another woman. James was a bit older than she was, but he was so very good looking and gave her more attention that any other man had in years.

She couldn't help herself and screw it if it made her seem forward. She lowered her hand, wrapping one hand around his hardened manhood. She moaned softly, feeling his hardness in her hand. He was big, thick and incredibly hard. There was no going back now, not that she would anyway.
 
James gasped with pleasure as Erika wrapped her delicate hand around his swollen, rock hard cock. It felt so wonderful to have someone else, instead of himself for a change, fondling his penis. Her touch was so soft and reverent. He hadn't been this thrilled by a woman's touch for many years.

He slid his hand sensually up Erika's stomach and clamped it over one of her tits. He gave it a gentle squeeze, relishing the way it seemed to overflow from his hand.
 
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