I started writing on Lush with the sole intent of jotting down some of the amazing sexual adventures I have had over the years. And now, some sixty stories into recording both factual and fictional events, I have not even attempted to start one of the half-dozen stories I first wanted to tell. Why? Partly because I did not think my writing was anywhere close to being of a standard to do them justice. And also, I was embarrassed by my blatant infidelity. I’m of an age now where I’m not so worried about what others think of my writing or what I got up to in my younger days. So here goes with the first of the half dozen most erotic experiences of my life. I'm writing this under the 'Office Sex' category, as it was very much work-related.
In 1994, when this story took place, my second wife and I had been married for ten years. I had been faithful all of our marriage. My playing around ruined my first marriage, and I was determined not to go down that road again. Not to say I had not come close; there had been plenty of close shaves where women had given me more than a casual glance. Tall, dark and handsome, I have always found it easy to get along with the opposite sex,
Anyway, around the time I’m writing about, I was doing a lot of business travel in New Zealand and overseas. And November '94 found me on a business trip to a computer show in Las Vegas. After five days of standing from 9:00 a.m. to 6:00 p.m. on a show stand, answering the same questions over and over again, I was dying for the show to finish. At night, it was rich food and far too much booze and eyeing up all the beautiful eligible ladies that seemed to be everywhere in Vegas.
Once the five show days were up, I had to weather only four more nights in LA, with meetings at the US company’s premises to get through before travelling home. The US branch put me up at the Embassy Suites in Irvine. It was new and quite an upmarket hotel compared to places I usually stayed. I did go out boozing with the other delegates the first night, but the hangover the following day had me swearing not to indulge again on my final two nights.
So, at the end of our meetings on Thursday, I went back to the hotel, showered, and then went down to dinner, intending to have an early night. The restaurant was in a large atrium on the ground floor. I picked a seat at a table facing a large TV set as an American football game was playing. I was engrossed in the game when I noticed a woman walking into the Atrium.
Her back was to me as she gave the maitre d’ her room number. I took in her figure; it was something to behold and had my cock stirring in my pants. She was wearing tight jeans, so tight there should have been a pantie line, but there wasn’t, and that got me even more excited. But when she turned and came to sit at the table adjacent to mine, I was disappointed, as her face did not match her figure. She was not unattractive by any stretch of the imagination, but she wouldn't win the Redondo Beach beauty contest that year. She had a tough, no-nonsense look about her. I looked away; her expression told me she would not countenance some horny old leach like me perving on her.
I said I had been faithful the last ten years, but not that I did not enjoy perusing the display windows. And although her face was all ‘no nonsense,’ her trim, seductive figure had me taking further quick, surreptitious glances. I could see she was wearing a bra under her tight T-shirt, but the bra did not contain the hard nipples protruding through the shirt’s material. I took her to be in her twenties, with fantastic tits and a trim waist. Her body language told me she knew I was perving on her, but her smile and nod said she did not mind my indecent perusal of her body.
I turned away anyway; I'm not a total leach. I sipped my beer and heard, “What team are you following?”
I turned and smiled, “I don’t know the teams, but I like the team in red and gold.”
“That’s my team. They’re the 49ers from San Francisco, where I live now. Where are you from? You have a funny accent?”
I’m from New Zealand and am on business for a week or so. I fly home on Saturday.”
Again, I was disappointed; her voice was grating, one of those annoyingly loud American voices you often hear ringing out in large capitals worldwide. But she was very open and chatty, and after exchanging a few more sentences, she asked me to join her.
“I’d like some company. I’ve had a tough week, and our talking across the aisle is stupid. I’m Heidi, by the way.”
I picked up my book and phone, moved to her table and introduced myself. The waiter approached, and when he informed us they had yet to start on my meal, she ordered, and he said he would bring both meals together.
Over the next half hour, we talked and watched the game. She gave me pointers on what was happening. I had a fair understanding of the rules, as I’d watched American football games before. But there was a lot that puzzled me. She was very knowledgeable and cleared up much that had me confused.
I was warming to Heidi; we had a lot in common. She moaned with me about the guys she was working with - they did not like being ordered around by a woman. But both being engineers and managing staff, we began to swap stories about our working lives.
Our mains arrived, but that did not stop Heidi from talking; she was a real chatterbox. I learned that she was a senior engineer working on a roading contract nearby. The company she worked for was based in San Fransisco, but she had to spend the odd week in LA sorting out issues. She was tough, had to be, she told me, as she had to order upwards of eighty men about daily. And as she was only twenty-five, they did not exactly warm to her. There were plenty of issues with the ground they were working on, and the last week had been challenging, and she’d had to put in some long hours.
At around 9:30 p.m., Heidi asked me up to her room for a nightcap. I hesitated, knowing full well I should not be going to another woman’s room. But as always, one drink too many and the little brain in my pants trumped all common sense, and I followed her to her room, which happened to be directly above mine. Hers was 623, mine was 523, and we laughed at the coincidence.
She poured me a stiff bourbon and coke; it was some exclusive vintage. She showed me the bottle, thinking I would be impressed. But it was just another bourbon to me. She got some music playing on her telly and resumed telling me about her life. In her conversation, she said that she had been using a shovel that day and had a sore back. It was just the opening I needed, and I offered to massage it for her. She only hesitated momentarily, saying she had never had a massage. And before I knew it, she was wriggling out of her tight jeans, pulling her T-shirt over her head and lying on the floor rug in her bra and panties.
When she pulled her jeans down, her panties had slipped with them, so I had a good perv on her dirty blond bush before she hitched her knickers back up. She didn’t bat an eye; I thought she was going to drop them as well for a second.
I knelt beside her, removed her bra, and massaged her back. After a while, I moved lower and massaged her glutes. She let out a small groan and spread her legs. It was a blatant invitation, so I pulled her panties down and was not surprised when she lifted her hips to allow me to remove them altogether. Within minutes, I had my jeans off and was donkey deep, giving her a good old rogering from behind.
“Oh Fuck!” she moaned, “I have not been fucked in ages.”
I didn’t last nearly as long as I would have liked, as she climaxed rather quickly, and I had no chance of holding back with her sublime arse twitching and jerking under me. As we lay on the floor, regaining our breath, she rolled over and lit up a joint. Whacky-baccy was something else I hadn’t touched in ten years; my wife disapproved of it. But when Heidi handed it to me, I took a toke without thinking.
We puffed away, and I asked her about her sex life, voicing my concern that I had not used a condom.
“I’m on the pill. You don’t need to worry about getting me pregnant.”
“I was thinking more about Aids, etc. I hear it’s prevalent here in the US at the moment.”
She just laughed and said she hadn’t had sex in well over a year, so she definitely didn’t have any STDs and had assumed, as a married man, that I would be clean.
“You’re lucky my father is nowhere near; he’d have his shotgun out, and you would be heading for the church again if he was. I come from a very strict southern family.”
While I was mulling over her revelation and working through ways of escaping back to my room, Heidi grabbed me by the hand and dragged me through to her bedroom. She was very vocal about wanting to be fucked some more. This was one very forward woman. The opposite of my wife, who often took an hour or more to get in the mood - if I was lucky.
As I kicked my shoes off, she stripped my shirt away, pulled me onto her bed and latched onto my old fella. I was more than impressed, My cock was very messy from our previous lovemaking, and she took to it like she was sucking the sauce from a hotdog.
It didn’t take that long, and she had me hard again. No mean feat, as I was over forty and no longer had all the vigour of my youth. I rolled her face down on the bed and took her from behind. I had this bizarre perception that if I didn’t look her in the face while fucking her, I was not being as unfaithful. Again, she came really fast, moaning that she needed to get herself a boyfriend. She rolled from under me, threw her leg over mine and manhandled my shaft back between her legs. Then, lying side by side, we kissed for the first time; it made me feel uncomfortable; again, I bizarrely thought I was being particularly unfaithful by kissing her.
But as she humped her hips against me, I also began to get into the kissing. However, when she started to show signs of another orgasm approaching, I realised I was a long way from coming myself. This was more than the fact that I had already orgasmed; it had to be the marijuana. Even though her enthusiasm and sensuous body aroused me wickedly, I felt like I could last for hours.
When she climaxed, I pulled her to the edge of the bed, stood on the floor, and bent her legs up by her ears. Then started fucking her with abandon. She loved it and yelled at me to fuck her harder and began fingering her clit like a mad woman. That really turned me on, and at last, I felt the beginnings of my own orgasm building.
“Do me, doggy! I’ve never had that,” she moaned.
So I flipped her over, lifted her hips until she was balanced on hands and knees, and then took her hard until I exploded, emptying what felt like a bucket full of my seed into her.
We collapsed, panting and gasping on the bed. Heidi again mentioned having to find a boyfriend, and I asked her why she didn’t have one.
“What with studies and establishing myself in a male-dominated workplace. I haven’t found the time.”
“Surely you meet guys at your work. They must all have the hots for you?”
“They’re a pretty rough bunch, road workers. I do fantasise about being gang-banged by them. But, no, I would never mess around with the staff.”
I made a note to quiz her about her gang bang fantasy, which interested me.
We talked some more, and I finally managed to escape without making it too apparent that I was feeling fucking guilty and desperate to run. Heidi made no fuss about me leaving, didn’t ask if we could meet again, and seemed to accept that we had used each other.
Back in my room, the guilt of my being unfaithful hit, and I struggled to sleep. I knew it was stupid, but the thought of taking Aids back home to my wife just wouldn’t go away. I woke early and raced to breakfast, hoping I did not see Heidi. I had time planned with the service manager that day. We were having issues with some new, very technical equipment, and the Americans knew of some workarounds as they had a much larger user base than we did.
I returned to the Embassy Suites around 5:00 p.m., lay on my bed and dozed off for an hour or more. When I woke, I thought seriously about ordering room service as I did not want to face Heidi again. I knew if she asked me back to her room, I would never be able to resist. But then I thought, as it was only 6:45 p.m., and she had not turned up until after 8:00 p.m. the night before, I should be safe.
As I walked into the Atrium, I was met with an excited cry, “Dave, over here! We have saved a seat for you.”
Heidi was sitting at the same table as the night before with a very attractive young lady. Oh fuck!