I had a wonderful week in Vegas, but nothing was as exciting as that flight and meeting Jim. I soo wanted to talk to him and see if he really was that kinky. I had some stories for him as the week progressed.
When I got home, I checked my answering machine, but there was nothing from him. I had a business trip planned the following week so I hoped that I would hear from him before I left Monday. When my bags were packed and I was getting ready to leave for the airport, the phone rang. I picked it up and said hello. To my shock, it was Jim on the line.
“I’m glad you called. I hope you had a good trip!”
“I did, I hope you did too. I just got back home. I’m packing for my next trip and leaving for the airport this evening. What are you doing?”
“I’m just walking out the door to head to the airport. I have to work in Atlanta this week.”
“Oh, I’m headed to L. A. for the week. Let me give you my cell phone number. I would really like to talk to you.”
I wrote his number down, then said goodbye. It was late when I got in, but I decided to try calling him anyway. We must have spoken all night long. We kept trying to say goodnight, but then something would come up. I told him all about my trip and how I ended up in two guys rooms most of the week. Amazingly, he didn’t get jealous knowing that I had slept with 2 guys all week long. What surprised me the most was him telling me about the different girls he had slept with and how he was supposed to come back Saturday, but ended up staying longer. He was in no short supply of women wanting to sleep with him.
When he asked what I was wearing, I decided to tell him the truth, a first for me. For some weird reason, I like to sleep in sexy nighties, even when I’m alone. I almost always pack a couple sexy nighties and tiny thong panties every time I travel. There is just something about bringing that stuff along that excites me. I even bring a garter belt and bustier. Sometimes, after my meetings during the day, I will come back to my room and change into them, then slip back into my work clothes or a dress to go out to eat. Most of the time I eat alone, but occasionally I do take my clients out to dinner. There have been many occasions where as I sit down, my skirt or dress will ride up, showing the lace of the stockings, and more than once has it ridden up to show my garter strap.
This has led to me sleeping with a couple of my clients in the past. The greatest feeling I get is when I find another business traveler in some run down restaurant/bar, let them chat me up, then through the night make sure that they get a very good view of my stocking clad legs. It’s even better when we get back to the room, and they strip me down. I just bask in the feeling of having this great power over them at that point. They will stop at nothing to get into my panties. My only rule is that they must wear condoms. Only a couple of my regular guys got to slip their bare cocks inside of me, and I only let them cum inside of me when I knew it was safe.
I can’t take the pill and I didn’t really want to use anything else. It wasn’t until after Jim and I got married that I started trying other forms. The one that finally stuck with him was a diaphragm. Most of the time, during my fertile time, I put it in before we make love, even though with our travel, that doesn’t happen very often. He makes sure that I have it with me every time I go on a trip. He tells me if he has to be protected, so do I. I agreed with him, but told him that no one was allowed to fuck me without a condom. He said he understood that, but that some day I might, and that I should always be prepared.
I teased him that he should have been a Boy scout. I still travel with sexy nighties and my thigh highs and garter belts. It turns Jim on when I tell him about me teasing some poor business traveler, or one of my clients. It turns him on even more when I tell him about the guys that I get to come back to my room. The first question he asks is if I made them wear a condom or used my diaphragm. My answer is almost always the same.
I do have one client that I have been sleeping with longer than I have known Jim for. The only thing I feel bad about is that he is married and has kids at home. I only see him twice a year, but for him, I don’t make him wear a condom. In fact, there have been a few times where I didn’t even put the diaphragm in. I am always very careful and either plan my trip around my least fertile time, but there have been a couple scares over the years.
One even happened after Jim and I got married. I had miscalculated the time, and let him go bare with me. I had brought my diaphragm and all my sexy underthings, but it was just such an intense night. I had been flirting with my client as well as few other guys at the bar that night. When we left the bar my panties were soaking wet. I took them off in the passenger seat of Ray’s car while he was driving us back to the hotel. It was a good 20-minute drive, so I just laid my head back and enjoyed the cool breeze. It didn’t take Ray long to slide his hand up my stocking clad leg, up to my bare skin, then right up to my bare, exposed pussy. It felt wonderful feeling his hands caress my folds and play with my clit.
I started arching my back, trying to get his fingers to dip a little lower and feel them slip inside of me. This went on right up until we pulled into the parking garage. As soon as he put the car in park I leaned over, undid his pants, then unzipped them and pulled them down to his knees. I situated myself so that my ass was up in the air, my skirt barely covering me. I lowered my head into his lap and swallowed his whole cock. I played with his cock in my mouth while I caressed his balls.
His hand slipped under me and right up my skirt. I felt his fingers play with my clit, then make that final move until I felt them slip deep inside of me. I started pressing my pussy down into his hand as I continued to suck his cock deep in my mouth.
As soon as I felt his thumb start rubbing my clit while fucking me with his fingers, I was done. I needed to feel his cock deep inside of me. I don’t know what came over me, but I just lifted my head up and leaned in to kiss him deeply. As I did this, I felt his seat slide back as far as it would go.
I felt him slip his fingers out of me and grab me by the side. I could feel him guiding me to him. For some reason, I just let him guide me over to him. I slipped my shoes off, then climbed over the center console. I placed my legs on either side of his, I could feel his bare skin against my upper thighs where the stockings stopped. I hiked my dress up, exposing my bare pussy to him. I felt his hands lift the back of my skirt up over my ass.
I pressed down onto him, feeling his cock press up against my pussy, then across my clit. I looked down and could see the bare tip of his cock resting where my folds started. I rocked back and forth on him, feeling his cock rub gently against my clit. It was driving me to a new high. I could feel my orgasm approaching.
I felt him grab my ass as I leaned in and kissed him deeply. I started lifting myself up , then sliding back down, feeling his cock rub against my clit over and over.
“I want to be inside you!” I heard him breath out. “Are you safe?”
“No, but I really want to feel you inside of me!”
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Yes, Very!” I said as I slid up his cock until I felt the tip slip back to the opening. I let my muscles in my legs relax, my body falling onto his all on its own. His cock slid up into my soaking wet pussy with almost no resistance.