The nature of the job meant that we were working staggered shifts. One particular mealtime there was just Sally and me. We talked a lot - avoiding work topics as much as possible. She started telling me about her complicated love life; about how she had an ex-fuck-buddy she was keeping at arms length in the UK and another local guy in Jamaica who told her he’d split with his girlfriend but Sally had found out otherwise. So she’d dumped the ‘two-timing little shit’. There was even a third on-off relationship with a neighbour back home, but that was ‘off’ at the moment. It sounded like she was a slut but I knew she wasn’t. She was just a friendly, loving woman
As we finished our meal she said how much she enjoyed talking with me and valued my advice and consolation. I told her she was almost like a daughter to me – in fact I was old enough to be her father. I also told her that if I were 20 years younger and not happily married I’d join her throng of admirers as she was a very attractive and sexy woman. Age had nothing to do with it, she said, and that it was looks, intelligence and personality and that I had plenty of all three. She leant forward to kiss me but I pulled back.
“Please let me kiss you,” she whispered.
“Not here – it’s too public - I’m married – You know my wife - People might see.”
“Just a kiss – that’s all – nothing more. Just a kiss to thank you for comforting me,” she said.
I took her hand and we left the restaurant and walked to the lift (elevator).
When it arrived, we were joined by another couple but they got out at the next floor. The doors closed and Sally pulled me to her and kissed me with her lovely full lips until the lift stopped at our floor. We got out, said our "good nights" and "thank yous" and went our separate ways. I turned to watch her hips swaying provocatively down the corridor and started to think of what-might-have-been.
Back at my room, I’d barely opened my door when my phone rang
“I need your help with something urgently. I’m in room 435.” It was Sally and she sounded as if she had a problem.
I dashed out and almost ran to her room. Sally opened the door wearing a long baggy T-shirt and told me to come in quickly.
I walked in past her. “What’s the problem?” and as I turned round she was pulling her T-shirt off over her head to reveal her magnificent tits and erect nipples. She had on only a small white thong and my eyes saw a little damp patch at the front. I’d only dreamed of her like this and now my dreams had come true.
“You’re the problem, John,“ she said as she stepped forward, wrapped her arms around me and kissed me – pushing her tongue into my mouth and pressing her naked body against my fully-clothed one. My hands glided over her beautiful curves as she pushed us both backwards onto the bed.
Lying down, I lost all sense of resistance. I stroked her body all over, squeezed her breasts and moved my face down to take her nipples in my mouth. I pulled off her thong and touched down her slit to find the nub of her clit, rubbed it gently and worked a finger into her juices. After a couple of minutes, she pushed me away and began pulling at my shirt and undressing me frantically. When she got to my cock it sprang out of my shorts. She took it in both hands and then put me into her mouth. I almost came at the first suck and the second suck but with the third suck she held the base of my erection tighter. I think she knew how close I was to cumming. Her free hand feathered up to the tip and down again.
“Listen,” I said. “We have to stop. We can’t go any further. We can’t fuck if that’s what you were thinking. I don’t have any condoms. I’m sorry to spoil the moment but this is all very quick and unexpected.”
“It’s OK. I’m on the pill.”
“That’s not the point. The point is that you’ve just told me about three boyfriends with whom you’ve had recent sex. I’m sure you’re OK, if you know what I mean, but I can’t risk going home to Jenny with any infection no matter how small.”
“They all wore condoms, but I know what you mean. For all I know you might have something. Joke! (She laughed). So let’s just have sex the Bill Clinton way.”Again she kissed me and went back to stroking my cock as I rubbed my fingers along her wet slit. Thank goodness I’d not killed the passion or the moment.
I knelt up next to her and with one hand massaged her tits and nipples as I two-finger-fucked her to orgasm with the other. All the time she was tossing my cock and, when she came, I came and shot white strings of cum all over her tummy and tits.
“Get some condoms tomorrow and we’ll do it properly,” she whispered as she came back down to earth.