When I awoke, she was still asleep. I untangled our body parts, and resisted ravishing her. The clock read 6 o’clock, and I knew we had to get up soon. I reached out and played with her tits, until I got her attention.
“Time to get up, sleepy head,” I told her. Then I gave her a kiss on the cheek, and hit the head. I took a fast shower, and headed back to the bedroom to let her have the bathroom.
She was lying in the bed, watching me.
“I’m not going to say I’m sorry,” I told her.
“Me either,” she said with a smile, “but you know you were very naughty last night.”
“I warned you about that minuscule panties and bra.” I reminded her, pulling on my boxers.
“Yes, you did.” Then she climbed out of the bed, still naked, and walked over to her suitcase. She pulled out some of the skimpiest panties I’d seen yet, and a matching bra. She put them on the bed, smiling at me before she disappeared into the bath for 20 minutes.
While she was in the bathroom, I called home and managed to chat with Debbie for a bit. Beth wasn’t home yet. She asked me about the trip, and I let her know that things were going well. I also let her know how much I was missing her.
“No little Spanish girls around?” she asked, teasingly.
“There’s plenty of them around, but not after hours. I can’t wait to be with you again.”
“Just another day and a half,” she reminded me. “I’ll try to make Saturday special, if you’re not too jet-lagged.”
“It’s a date,” I confirmed.
Chris and I didn’t talk about the previous night anymore, and she was a little more demure as she dressed. But I knew what was under her pretty dress. And I was certain it wasn’t an accident that today’s underwear was considerably skimpier than yesterday’s. I couldn’t help but smile when I considered her packing those for the trip. I doubted she wore stuff like that everyday. But then again…
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Zaragoza was a short meeting. We provided our demo, and discussed the additions from the previous day’s meetings. We had to make it brief, since we had a plane to catch back to Madrid. We were out of there by 4:00 pm, ecstatic with our progress.
There was no doubt that we had won them over, and we were already talking about add on features. By the time we were back in Madrid, Chris and I were walking on clouds. I could already count the money.
“Shall we change, and hit the town?” she asked me.
“Sounds like a plan.” I didn’t bring up getting another room. I was counting on our sharing a bed one more time.
I dressed down, into my casual pants and shirt, while she put on something sheer and sexy for the night. I felt under dressed, but was able to appreciate how nice she looked.
We had enough time to hit one of the museums. I suggested one of the smaller ones, so that we could save the Prado for our big trip. We settled for the Reina Sofia, enjoying the more modern Spanish art, and of course taking in Picasso’s Guernica. We wandered the downtown square, looking at all the outdoor stands, and dined on Tapas, hitting several different places. Chris caught a lot of eyes, and I had to admit I was pretty proud to be her escort and translator.
Madrid probably runs all night, but even though our morning flight wasn’t until 9:00 am, we called it a night by 11. By then the sexual tension between us was so thick you could cut it with a knife.
Back in our room, I though things might get awkward. I needn’t have worried.
Chris removed her dress, shoes and pantyhose. I took off my shoes, shirt and pants.
She stood before me, watching me look her over, my excitement readily visible in my shorts.
“This outfit small enough for you?” she teased.
“You are beautiful.” I told her.
She laughed at me. “Please. I’ve seen what you go home to every night.”
“It doesn’t make you one bit less gorgeous and sexy,” I told her. “Or can’t you tell?”
“Is that for me, or just from all the pretty girls that were hitting on you tonight?” She asked with a nod toward my waist.
I eased my boxers off, letting my cock stand tall and proud. “100% yours.”
She walked over to the bed, and laid back on it. I had been a good boy last night. But tonight, I was determined that I was going to fuck my Boss to death.
She sat up and removed her bra. Her breasts were open and inviting, the redness of her bra, leaving lines on her skin. I looked up into her eyes, and she smiled, almost shyly. “It was killing me,” she said softly. “I hope you don’t mind.”
I followed her onto the bed, down by her legs. I caressed her thighs, then sat up.
“Let’s get you comfortable,” I told her, “it’s been a long, hard day.” I reached to her waist, and pulled her panties down from the sides. At first she seemed just a bit hesitant, then she brought her legs close enough together to make it easier, and lifted her hips.
She was completely naked, and I just looked, taking in the view. Then I climbed up next to her, and turned her face to mine. I lifted my leg over hers, opening her up a bit, and reached my hand out for her far shoulder, my arm draped across her bare tits.
“You know, I’m just a man.” I told her. “And you are far too beautiful, laying her next to me. I have to have you.”
She looked at me, her eyes burning, and nodded slightly.
“I’ve thought about this for such a long time,” I told her, my hand moving down and caressing her breast. Then I leaned forward and gave her a soft kiss, just gentle lips and a slight brush of the tongue. She moaned under my caress.
My leg was sliding up and down her thigh, my foot caressing her calf. My hand was rubbing her breast pleasantly, and I pulled away and captured her near nipple with my mouth, giving it a little tug. Her hips responded as if they were tied to her nipple with a string.
I probably should have spent a lot of time in foreplay, but I was hard and horny, and I could smell her need. I climbed between her legs, opening them and got ready to enter her.
“Wait!” she said sitting up.
I stopped and kneeled up high, my cock sticking straight out.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned. Then she was crawling forward. “I have to taste you again, just for a second,” she said.
I smiled and lowered myself to the bed, laying crosswise. She got down to my waist and started playing with my cock. “I’m sorry, but I have to,” she told me while she stroked me, entranced. “I’ve only seen my husband’s before,” she explained.
Then she was licking me. “God, you have a big dick,” she told me. She sucked the head for just a second. “Are your really fucking *all* those girls in your house?” She asked, stroking my cock, and looking up at me.
“It’s kind of a weird relationship,” I explained.
“Can’t be any weirder than the rumors running around the building, half of them coming from Karen and Jim.” Then she gave me a few nice sucks. I reached down to play with her ample firm butt cheeks.
“Two of them share my bed each night.” I told her, giving a small thrust against her mouth.
“Wait,” she told me again. Then she sat up and straddled my waist, slowly lowering herself onto my cock. “God-DAMN you’re big,” she groaned, when I still had an inch looking for it’s home.
She rocked back and forth on me, and finally settled all the way down. She was almost panting. “Ok, now tell me.”
She started a smooth rocking motion while I gave her some of the details.
“So I’m in a sort of committed relationship with two of them,” I summarized at the end.
“Which two?” she asked.
“Debbie and Beth,” I told her, nudging her back with my cock.