Sammi's eyes were closed, but she knew something was different. The pillow she was on didn't feel the same as her usual one and she realized she wasn't wearing anything. 

I always sleep in panties and a tank, why am I naked? And why does my coochie feel like it's done an F45 workout?

All of these thoughts went through her head in less than a second - and then she remembered. Her eyes screwed tighter closed, and then she opened the left one to a slit. To her left, her boss' hot boss lay sleeping. Then she remembered.

Oh, Sammi, you've really done it this time.

Keeping her eyes on David, she slid out from under the covers. 

Goodness, you're gorgeous, but please don't wake up. She stopped, trying to remember where her underwear was. On the floor? No. My room? No. Living room? Check. 

Tiptoeing around the bottom of the bed she hurried across the room, her glass from the previous night still on the table. She picked it up. I said that would leave a ring. 

She reached for the doorknob but a creak from the bed made her freeze. She turned around to see David sitting up, the sheet falling away from his muscular torso.

'Hey,' he said, smiling. But then his smile faded as he realized she was about to leave.

'Hey.' Why am I always holding a glass when I see him? Sammi, you're naked, you have no make-up on and your hair is most likely a disaster - why are you focusing on the glass?

'Are you leaving?'

'No.' She looked at her hand on the doorknob. 'Yes. I don't know. I can stay. Did you want me to stay? I'm naked. Maybe I should get dressed.'

Her boss looked at her, unsure which statement or question to respond to. 'I would like it if you stayed. But you don't have to if you'd rather not.'

'No. I mean, yes. I'd like to stay, but I didn't know if you would want me to.'

'I would.'

'Me too.'

She looked at him, still holding the glass. He smiled, and raised his eyebrows questioningly.

'Right! Yes.' She let go of the door handle and placed the glass back on the table, making sure it was on the ring it had left. No sense making another one. She paused.

'Sammi, come back to bed?' He smiled at her. She smiled back despite her embarrassment.

'Right!' She walked to the bed and he pulled back the cover. He was naked and she could see through the sheet that he was hard.

She climbed into bed, sliding close to him.

'Hey,' she whispered as he slipped his arm around her, pulling her close. Her breasts pressed against him as they kissed.

'I'm glad you came back.'

'Me too. I don't remember getting into bed last night. How did - '

'You fell asleep, so I lifted you in.'

'Thank you. Did I fall asleep on you?'

David nodded, smiling,

'So much for me making love to you all night.'

'It doesn't matter. You look beautiful when you're sleeping.'

'Right, I bet I drool.'

'Or, "thank you, David", again, your choice of words.' And then he leaned closer, kissing her.

She sighed as he leaned into her and she lay back, his mouth drifting down over her nipples. She moaned, her left hand reaching for his penis, hard, smooth, tensing at her touch.

The loud ring tone from behind David made them both jump. 'Ignore it,' he whispered, his mouth still surrounding her sensitive bud. 
Her hand stroked the length of his shaft and he switched to the other nipple. The phone stopped. He moved over her and she opened her legs, allowing him in between. He looked down, seeing her pink cleft, soft and inviting. He looked into her eyes and she nodded, waiting to feel him, craving that sensation of his first touch on her velvet lips, parting them, stretching her.

His phone rang again.

'Are you kidding me?' he said, looking over at the bedside table.

Sammi giggled despite sharing his frustration. Then she stopped. 'Wait. What time is it?' She grabbed his arm to look at the large Breitling watch on his wrist.

'Oh crap!' she said through a burst of laughter. 'It's eight-thirty.'

'What?' David said, looking at his watch. 'That can't be right. Oh crap, eight-thirty.'

'That's what I said.'

They looked at each other, his achingly hard erection only an inch from her vagina. The phone continued to ring. 'I'm supposed to be giving a talk in half an hour.'

'I know. I'm supposed to be listening to it.'

'I'm sorry, Sammi,' he said, disappointment on his face.

'It's okay,' she replied, giggling up at the gorgeous man between her legs. She could feel the heat from his erection on her opening and all she wanted was to feel him push into her, but she knew they had to go.

'Will you come back here with me later?'

'What if my room is ready?'

'I'll break it again.' They both laughed. 'Well?'

'Of course I will.'

'Good.'

'Do you think you should get rid of that before you stand up in front of the group?' She nodded at his erection.

'Sammi, if you're in the audience I don't think I'll be able to.'

'Well, then I think there are going to be some very aroused women in that room. And maybe some men too.'

'Will you be one of them? The women.'

Her cheeks flushed and she shrugged coyly. 'Probably.'

'Good, because you're the only one I'll be looking at.'

She lifted her head and kissed him. 'Go! Otherwise, we're both going to be late, and if we walk in together, looking flustered, everyone is going to know. I'm already expecting to get jumped by all the other women for spending the night in the same building as you.'

'Do we really have to go?' he said, not moving.

'Yes. Go. I need to shower and get ready. I am NOT going to look good at this talk.'

'I think you look amazing.' He reluctantly rolled onto his back, his penis still hard, throbbing. 

Sammi jumped off the bed, heading for the door. She stopped halfway across the room, turned and hurried back to him, placing a kiss on his lips. He tried to kiss her back but she'd already stepped away. 

He groaned. She looked over her shoulder at him, seeing the frustration in his eyes, then in a moment of bravery she turned, jumped on the bed, taking the tip of his penis in her mouth, sucking on it before pulling back with an audible 'pop'. David's head fell back and he groaned again. She stood, giggled at her uncharacteristic confidence and turned, rushing out the bedroom door, leaving David hard and with the image of her cute butt cheeks as she disappeared from the room.

'Okay, so how are we going to do this?' Sammi asked as they walked across the lawn towards the hotel. 

She was pleased with herself, having showered and dressed in record time. Okay, her make-up was a little sparse, but she didn't wear much anyway. And she knew she'd slept well, despite her late night with David, because she felt refreshed and alert. 

The blue and white layered tank tops she wore clung to her pert breasts but the thin cardigan she had over the top hid her cleavage. Blue jeans and a pair of heels completed her casual look.

'What do you mean?'

'Well, we can't walk in there together. Everyone will know something happened last night.' And almost again this morning - stupid conference.

'It'll be fine,' David replied. 'Most people know that you had to stay in my cottage last night. I think it would be weird if we didn't show up together. That would look like we were trying to hide something.'

Sammi considered his reasoning. 'I guess.'

'I'm right,' he said, sounding more like the owner of a multi-national corporation, and less like the sensitive, attentive lover she'd been with the previous night. She liked both versions of him.

'You sound like you've done this before.'

He shrugged, his eyes twinkling. 'We do these retreats every year.'

Sammi's head snapped around and she looked up at him, her mouth open. 

He looked over at her, unsure if she was going to burst into tears or punch him. 'I'm kidding!'

She stared at him as they walked.

'Honestly, Sammi. It was a joke.'

'You jerk. I almost cried then.'

'Really? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you.' He reached out and touched her arm.

She smiled. 'It's okay. It just freaked me out for a second.'

'Honestly, I've never done this before. Am I forgiven?'

'Yes, you're forgiven.'

'Good. Thank you.' They had reached the entrance to the hotel and David opened the door for her.

'Just, good luck getting another blowjob tonight,' she said as she slipped through into the lobby.

'Really?'  But he was left watching her walk away, her broad smile hidden from his view.

Halfway across the reception area Sammi giggled, feeling good about teasing David. She turned to look over her shoulder at him but her foot caught the edge of the giant rug that stretched out from the reception desk and she tripped, stumbling forward before she regained her balance. Behind her, David's eyes were wide with concern. She shook her head at her clumsiness and laughed.

She really is a goofball, he thought, smiling. But boy does her ass look good in those jeans.

'Thank you for listening, everyone. I hope that wasn't too dull for you all. And now I think we all deserve some refreshments, which are available in the hotel bar.'

'Sams. Are you coming?'

Sammi had tried to listen to David's talk, but she found that her mind kept wandering to the previous night, and watching him up at the front of the room didn't help. His handsome face, broad shoulders and strong arms were making her shift in her seat.

Am I coming? She looked at her friend, Karen, beside her. 'Huh?'

'Where were you?' Karen asked, smiling.

Underneath that gorgeous man up there. 'Sorry, I was miles away. What are we doing?'

Karen laughed. 'We're going to get a drink and some food.'

'Right.'

David was standing near the door and he caught Sammi's eye as she passed and smiled.

Oh, there's that smile again. I think he could make me cum just by doing that.

'Hi.'

'Hey.' She smiled back at him but found it difficult to hold his gaze, her cheeks flushing.

'That is one fine man, right there,' her co-worker said as they walked towards the restaurant.

Oh yes, he really is. 'Huh? Oh, yes, I suppose.'

'You suppose? I'd ride that man until his eyes rolled back in his head.'

'Sshhh,' Sammi whispered, giggling. 'Someone might hear.' Hmm, that does sound good though.

'So? Every woman in that room was thinking the same thing. And some of the men. Who do you think the lucky lady is who gets under that?'

Me! Last night! And almost again this morning. Stupid conference. 'Yeah. Who knows.'

Sammi stood at the bar, a cup of coffee in her hand, listening to Karen and her other co-workers laughing and joking. Her cell phone's text alert sounded in her purse.

Hey, what underwear do you have on??

She stared at the text, shocked, even more so because she didn't recognize the number.

What?! Who the hell is this?!

Oh wait! You probably don't have my number. It's David.

Her heart pounded. She looked around the room. All of the other staff members were standing around in small groups, eating and drinking, but she couldn't see him.

Over here. To your left.

She turned slowly, trying not to make it obvious she was looking for someone. She saw him, he was standing at the end of the bar in conversation with some of the managers, his phone in his hand. He looked over at her, holding her gaze. Sammi smiled and then looked away.

Her phone buzzed again.

Waiting...

She stifled a giggle.

Waiting for what ??

A description of your underwear. I had been planning on watching you get dressed this morning, but things didn't quite work out as I'd hoped. So now I'd like you to tell me what bra and panties you chose.

Her cheeks flushed. Can I do this? I'm surrounded by my co-workers. I'm supposed to be at work. Hold on - he's your boss! Of course you can do this. C'mon, it'll be fun.

What were you hoping I'd wear??

Hhmm...I'm not sure. I don't know much about your underwear collection, just that you like white cotton panties. Which, BTW, you looked amazing in last night when I walked into the living room.

Why, sir! I don't believe I know to what you are referring...

Oh, you "sounded" southern then - that was so hot. Oh, and your ass looks amazing in those tight jeans. When I saw you in them this morning I almost dragged you back into the cottage again.

Oh really? And what would you have done then...?

Taken them off

Well, Aah do declare! If you had done that, sir, then you might have seen this lil' white g-string Aah'm wearing...

Oh shit, Sammi, I read that in a southern accent again - I might need to stop, otherwise I'm going to be standing here talking to these people with a boner.

And I've seen that, and I have to say, it would be pretty obvious...So should I stop talking about my little panties?

Yes, you probably should - but please don't!

Sammi grinned.

'What do you think, Sams?' One of the girls she was standing with said.

'Huh?'

Karen looked at her. 'What's going on with you? You've been out of it all morning.'

'Sorry, my housemate was texting me. What were you saying?'

'Later, after this next talk has finished we were going to meet up for a few drinks.'

'Uh, yeah, maybe,' she said, nodding.

She looked at her phone as it vibrated again.

Waiting...

She smiled.

Sorry, the girls keep talking to me.

I'm hoping I'll get to see "the girls" later...

What? Oh right, lol. Maybe...

Maybe? What do I have to do to earn that?

Well, you wanted to know what underwear I'm wearing. I told you about the panties...if you can guess the bra I'll let you see it.

You'll let me see you IN it?

Of course

Okay, good. I think it's white and it matches your panties.

DING DING DING - we have a winner! But...

But?

But, can you guess the material?

She looked over at David, he was reading her text and then looked up when one of the women he stood with spoke to him.

Waiting!

He looked at his phone and smiled.

Sorry. I'm thinking...lacy.

Ooh! Sorry! I do have lacy with me, but I'm not wearing them. No boobies for you...

Shit! Do I get another chance?

Maybe...but then you'd only get to see one...

Nope, I need to see them both. In your bra...and out

Well...how about this. If you can do something that will make me laugh right now, I'll describe my bra and panties to you and THEN I'll let you see me in them...

Deal! What do I have to do?

That guy standing in front of you. He's married, but he hit on me once - asshole. Pretend he has something in his hair and brush it off

She watched as David read the text. He grinned, but she noticed that no one asked what he was smiling about - perks of being the boss. He joined back in the conversation, and she watched as he lifted his hand, taking an imaginary piece of fluff or bug off the guy's hair and then brushed at it with the back of his hand, before straightening the guy's shirt. His co-worker looked a little shocked but didn't want to question his boss.

Sammi put her hand to her mouth, hiding a smile.

How was that?

Brilliant! That definitely made me laugh.

So...?

What...?

My description

Why yes sir! Aah do declare that Aah forgot 'bout your hankerin' to know all 'bout mah bra and panties

Seriously, if my dick gets any harder I'm going to have to go sit down

Well, if it halps Aah could sit on your lap...y'know, ta hide it

Without wishing to sound too crude, I have somewhere else you can sit too

Well, sir, that naughty mouth of yours is fixin' to start a faar in my panties

David read her text and closed his eyes, shaking his head.

Goodness gracious, ah don't believe ah should have said that to a man in your standing! Aah do hope you'll accept my deepest apologies...

You're killin' me!

Well, now, sir Aah wouldn't wanna be doin' that now. Oh gracious, what on earth is that bulge at the front of your pants...!

David slipped his hand in his pocket, trying to adjust his erection. Sammi put her hand to her mouth again.

Seriously, this is getting painful

Hey now, Aah reckon ya'll be lookin' like you're about to pitch a fit. (Or a tent...seriously, I can see it!) So, mister, where was Aah? Oh yes, Aah do believe Aah was ovah hee-yah, 'bout to tell ya'll about my bra and panties...but by tha looks of it ya'll might not want to know, what with you twitchin' around like a dawg with a flea on it's back...

No, I'm good - I think I have it hidden

Yeah...you really don't - but its fun to watch you so...Well, now sir, where was Aah? Oh, yes, well today, under these skinny taight jeans, Aah'm wearing a very small, white thong from Victoria's Secret. The back disappears quite nicely between mah butt cheeks, and the front...well, let's just say that the front doesn't leave much to a gentleman's imagination. And since this conversation is turnin' me on its pretty wet right now, if you're catchin' mah drift...And now, let me get to mah brazier...it matches my little panties, and as mah nipples are hard right now, Aah would imagine that you would be able to see them through it...

Sammi, you are so freakin' sexy! I really need to see you.

Why, Sugah, Aah do believe you can see me right now. This is lil' ol' me ovah hee-yah...

No, I mean I need to see you. Right now. Meet me by that back door that leads out to the lawn

Her heart pounded. What does he mean? Does he want to have sex right there on the lawn? In the middle of the day? I mean, I'm not saying no. Sammi! Seriously! You can't have sex in public! Even if it is with your super-hot boss, who make you wet in your panties, and makes you cum until you see those little lights you get when you rub your eyes for too long.

She looked up. David was staring at her, and then he turned and headed out of the bar. She looked at her co-workers. 'I'm just going to the bathroom.'

Grabbing her purse, she waited for David to disappear through the door, and followed him across the room, dodging between the groups that stood around. Reaching the rear exit, she looked around but there was no sign of him. Then he stepped into view outside the glass doors.

Sammi pushed open the heavy door and stepped out into the warm sunshine.

'You are so freakin' hot!' he said, taking her hand and leading her along the back wall of the hotel. 

She tottered along behind him on her heels, trying not to fall. 'Where are we going? David, we can't! What about the conference?'

He looked over his shoulder at her. 'I own the company, I can do anything I want.'

Okay, that was a good line. 

About ten meters down from the door were some bushes, David led her around them until they were hidden from the view of anyone coming out of the back of the hotel. She let herself be pushed gently against the wall, his lips meeting hers, their tongues instantly finding each other's mouths.

'Aren't we supposed to be at the next talk?' she asked, her lips still pressed to his. 'Isn't it going to be obvious if we're both absent?'

'It's Bob's talk. I told him to delay it for twenty minutes because I had to make a phone call.'

'Phone call? Is that what I am?' she said, grinning at him between kisses, her hands clasped around the back of his neck.

'No. You, are a sexy piece of blonde loveliness.'

She moaned into his mouth, sucking on his tongue. 'And you - ' she felt him press against her. 'Are as hard as rock! Oh my.'

He pulled her tighter, his leg slipping between hers, feeling the heat of her crotch through his pants. She moaned as she ground against his muscular thigh. 'I want to hear you cum,' he whispered.

'If you keep your leg where it is, you will.'

David let one hand slide down to her buttocks, pressing her onto his leg, the other hand reaching up under her tank top, cupping her breast, stroking over her nipple poking through her bra.

'Goodness,' she gushed as he kissed her neck, just below her ear. She could feel David's erection against her hip, it was pointing up towards his waist and he was grinding against her. She slipped her hand down to help him.

Sammi, if you do that, and he cums, it's going to make an awful mess of his pants. And then how will he be able to back into the hotel? Well, maybe he won't, maybe we'll just blow it off, go back to the cottage and jump in the shower together. Hehe, you said 'blow it off.' She rolled her eyes. 

Finding his penis between their bodies, she did her best to hold it through his pants, trying to stroke him. He grunted at her touch.

'Cum for me, Sammi.'

'If you cum for me.'

What are you saying? You're cumming whatever happens. You're almost there!

'Sammi, I'm almost there.'

'Me too.'

'David!'

Was that me calling his name? Did I cum and not realize it? No, you idiot! That was a man's voice. Wait - did he just cum and call his own name? That would be weird. - she felt him adjust his leg slightly so that her clitoris was right on him - Oh! Not a deal-breaker though, at least not right now.

'David!'

There it is again! No, that wasn't his voice. Oh, I'm so close...I think he is too. Well, Kacey, you said you wanted messy details, this might be it.

'David! Are you out here? We have a problem.' The voice was coming closer to them, shoes crunching on the gravel path.

'Shit! It's one of the stockholders,' David hissed, reluctantly pulling away from Sammi. 

No! I was just about to cum!

'Were you close?'

No, no, you're fine. I was nowhere near cumming. 'Yes, I was just about to.'

'Sammi, I'm so sorry.'

She kissed him again as the footsteps grew closer. 'It's alright. I know you have to go.'

'I'll get rid of him and come back.'

'No, honestly. I'll see you later. When we can be alone properly. Text me when we're back inside, and maybe Lil' ol' Miss Southern Belle will be there.'

'You're amazing.' He kissed her once more, pulled his phone from his pocket and stepped out onto the path. 

Sammi watched as he pretended to be talking on the phone, holding up his free hand to stop their intruder from coming any closer so that they wouldn't see her. 

Wow, he's so hot when he does stuff like that. What are you talking about? He's hot all the time.

She watched him walk around the bush towards the rear exit of the hotel, but not before giving her a surreptitious wave.

Okay, wait until they've gone back inside and then go in like nothing happened. Or, you could slip your hand down the front of your jeans and finish what he started. And then go back inside like nothing happened. No, it's more fun when he does it, plus it should make Bob's talk more interesting if I'm sat there hornier than yellah muskrat in the matin' season. Where the hell did the Southern Belle thing come from? You've never done THAT before. And what exactly is a muskrat? And I bet they're not yellow either.

Sammi walked into the room filled with her co-workers and went to her seat. David caught her eye and she smiled.

Sorry about just now. 

It's okay. I guess we are technically at work. What was the problem?

Ugh! Nothing! Just people panicking over nothing.

So we were disturbed for no reason? That sucks, I was having a good time.

So was I! I can't believe we've been interrupted twice in one day. It was so hard to hide my erection from everyone as I walked in.

YOU can't believe it? Do you have ANY idea just how wet my panties are?

Here you go again, making me hard.

Hey, if I have to sit here like a have a sprinkler system between my thighs, you can sit there with a hard-on.

So you're wet?

Why, yas sir, Aah ahm. But I haveta say, Aah don't think that's something a gentleman oughta be askin' a lady. Unless he has a hankerin' to find out for himself...

Oh that Southern Belle...what's her name

Why, it's  Lil' Miss Sammi, a'course.

Well, Miss Sammi, I really want to peel those wet panties off you

Goodness gracious! What would ma daddy say if he could hear the way you're talkin' ta his lil' girl? But Aah do have 'ta know, if I was to let you near my cute little panties what would your intentions be then?

I would lick that pretty little coochie of yours

Why, sir! Aah do believe that would give me "the feelin's"!

What feelings would those be?

Those Aah get when Aah'm all hot n' bothered and Aah sneak off to tha barn to be alone

What do you do in the barn?

Well, Aah don't know that Aah should be talkin' 'bout those kinds a things to a gentleman Aah barely know...

Oh, I think you can tell me...

Well...Aah s'pose Aah could...Let me see - Aah like go sneak off inta tha barn. Then Aah lay in the hay and take off all mah clothes before Aah play with my titties and mah coochie. Aah like ta stroke her until Aah start ta feel that special way that makes me pant and moan. But Aah have to be careful in case tha farm boys he-ah - Aah'm not supposed to let tha farm boys see me nakey no mo'

Oh, so you've let the farm boy see you naked?

Boys - plural

Sammi looked up, David was looking right at her - she grinned, before looking back down at her phone.

So wha' happens when ya start ta lick my little coochie?

Don't you remember from last night?

Why, sir, Aah don' believe Aah know to what ya'll be referring...

Really? You don't remember when I laid between your sexy legs last night and ran my tongue between your little pink lips and up to your clit? You don't remember cumming when I did that?

Sammi crossed her legs, rubbing her thighs together. The seam on her jeans was tight on her vagina, but her panties were stopping the intensity she wanted. There was some movement from the front of the room and Bob, the afternoon's speaker walked in.

Well?

Bob is here. Shouldn't we be listening to his talk?

Hell no, we all know it's gonna be boring.

David! You're the boss, you're supposed to be professional. You should be encouraging us to listen to Bob. Regardless of how boring he is...

David laughed at her text, before looking up at one of the board members who was taking the seat next to him.

Ah, crap - this guy here is going to make texting you difficult. Can we continue this later?

No! So far today I've been denied sex AND what was a guaranteed orgasm - so you can sit there with that suit next to you and read my texts - watching you hide your boner is going to be fun

Oh, so you think you can get me hard?

I think I already have...

David laughed, looking over at her and nodding.

You remember this morning when I said 'good luck getting a blow job tonight'? - Yeah, I was lying. You are so getting a blow job

I am? And you as Miss Sammi?

It was Sammi's turn to laugh at her phone

Well, sir, Aah do believe you like lil' 'ol Miss Sammi and her southern drawl, and that ya'll be hankerin' for her pretty mouth to be wrapped around that handsome appendage ya'll are keeping' in your pants

I am

So ya'll want lil' Miss Sammi to unzip those pants, pull 'em down and take that big 'ol cock in mah mouth and suck on it?

I really do

Hmm...that does sound nice. I could move - wait, sorry, I mean - Aah could move mah hay-er outta the way so ya'll could watch me while Aah'm sucking on it. Do ya'll think that playin' with your balls and strokin' your shaft would be good too?

Oh, that sounds perfect - then what?

Well sir, Aah reckon Aah don't know what ya'll are talkin' 'bout...

Tell me more about you sucking me 

Well, sir, Aah reckon Aah done tol' ya'll all 'bout it - Aah'd be suckin' on that delicious cock a yours

And then when you're done sucking on it would you let me put it inside you?

Well, sir, Aah don' know if ya'll would be able to if Aah'd already made ya'll cum...

David read the message and shifted in his seat, trying to relieve the pressure of his erection against his pants. 

Sammi watched him - Goodness gracious, Aah can't believe -, enough with Miss Sammi! You're not even texting now. Still, I can't believe I just text that to him. Would I do it? Would I let him cum in my mouth? Or do I just have text Kahunas? Eek! What have I done? Calm down, Sammi, you can do this - you might even like it. You'll be fine. Will I?

Sammi's body jerked and she blinked. Were my eyes open just then? Did I snort?

She looked around the room, checking to see if anyone had seen her, but everyone was either looking at Bob as he stood at the projector, or a few brave souls were staring out the window.

She looked over at David. Wow, even he looks bored. And gorgeous. Stop it, Sammi! Focus on Bob! She sat up in her seat. And on how boring he is - Oh my gosh! Is he ever going to stop? C'mon, Bob, wrap it up, wrap it up, wrap it up.

She looked at David again. C'mon David, if you get up and tell him the throw in towel I'll do that thing I talked about doing right here in front of everyone. Yeah, right! Even you're own internal monologue won't let you say, how the hell are you gonna do it? Oh, I'm such a wreck.

'And in conclusion - '

Yes! Way to go, Bob! You make those conclusions!

'Thank you, everyone. That's it for today. We will see you all here tomorrow.'

Sammi turned to Karen. 'Well, that's two hours of my life I'm never getting back.'

'I heard that,' her friend replied, rubbing her eyes. 'So, are we going to get some drinks on now?'

Sammi was looking over at David, trying to decide if he still had a hard-on. Surely it must have gone down by now. I think my panties have started to dry.

David turned to look at her. Nope, they're wet again.

'Sammi!'

'What?' Her head snapped around, suddenly realizing that Karen had asked her a question.

'Girl! Drinks! Dinner! Are you in?'

She wanted to see David, but she wasn't sure if he was tied into plans with stockholders and managers, but if there was a chance she would get to spend the evening alone with him, there was no way she was going drinking with the girls.

'Uh, maybe. I'll need to shower and maybe lay down for a bit. Did you see that I was falling asleep listening to Bob?'

'I think everyone was falling asleep listening to Bob. Okay, give me a call when you're ready and we'll all meet at the bar later.'

Sammi waited for Karen to leave, pretending she was checking her phone. Suddenly a text message appeared.

How boring was Bob?

Sooo boring

So, wanna get naked?

She giggled, looking around to make sure no one could see her phone screen.

Don't you have business dinners to go to?

Yes

So how are we gonna go get naked then?

I've told them that I have calls to make and I'll meet them later

Oh, so we have a window?

David looked a little worried, not wanting Sammi to feel like she was second fiddle to his work.

We do, if that's okay with you. I'd like to spend all evening with you but -

Before he'd finished typing, another message appeared on his screen.

That wasn't an annoyed text. You looked worried. I was just asking. I know this is work, and I really should spend time with my co-workers too, but if you do have a window lets go. As long as I get to sleep next to you again.

David looked over at her and smiled.

Meet you on the lawn in five

Sammi stood on the grass; she'd slipped off her heels and was letting the cool blades caress her feet. She had always been a barefoot girl, kicking off her shoes as soon as she could. 

No shoes, no bra - that's the way to relax.

She looked at the sun. It was still too early for it to be setting, but it was lower in the sky and had lost some of its heat. A gentle breeze blew in from the direction of the lake at the bottom of the hill and she wondered what it would be like to walk down there, strip off and dive in.

The touch that brushed over her neck was barely perceptible, but it made her jump and instantly gave her goosebumps. And hard nipples. She spun around to see David behind her.

'Aren't you worried someone might see you do things like that?'

'A little I guess. I mean, we do frown upon work relationships, but there's no one around. Plus your neck is just so sexy.'

She smiled, rolling her eyes. 'So what's the plan?'

'Hey, where's Miss Sammi? I came out here expecting to see her.'

'Oh, my alter ego. Yeah, all the boys like Miss Sammi.'

'Is that because she gets naked in front of them in the barn?'

Sammi tilted her head coyly. 'Maybe.'

David was starting to find that that look of naughty, despite, he suspected, being put on, was a huge turn-on for him. But also something he found sweet and innocent, like finding a piece of sweet popcorn in with the salted.

'C'mon then, Miss Sammi. Why don't you show me what you country girls can do.'

'You know I'm not really southern, right?'

'Of course. I told you, I know everything about you.' He flashed his eyes at her. 'Let's go down to the barn - I mean the cottage.'

Sammi looked around checking that no one was watching, and then followed him across the lawn that dipped down towards where they were staying. As she caught up to him she instinctively put out her hand to hold his before realizing what she was doing, and pulled it back, but her heart skipped when she realized that he had done the same.

'How long do we have before you have to get back?'

'About an hour and a half. But if you're free later maybe we could meet up again and go for a walk. There's a nice path down by the lake.' He paused to look at her. 'Which I only know about because last year I brought my dog to the retreat and I went hiking with him.'

Sammi laughed. 'So you didn't have another southern girl here with you?'

'No.'

She smiled.

'She wasn't southern.'

Sammi glared at him. 'Are you serious?'

'I'm still kidding. Remember my joke this morning?'

'Yes. And remember when I said I nearly cried?'

They had reached the pathway that led through the small front garden of the cottage. Behind them, a seven-foot hedge obscured them from the view of anyone on the lawn or outside the hotel. 

David stopped, turning to her. 'I'm sorry. I know we joke around, but I've not done this before. I would never want to make you cry.'

Lifting up on her tiptoes, she kissed him on the lips, reaching up and putting her arms around his neck. He kissed her back, pulling her to him and again she could feel his hardness pressed against her.

He pushed her cardigan off her shoulders, revealing her tank tops and bra straps. He let it fall to the floor, and then he was wrapping his arms around her buttocks, lifting her up to his waist and she wrapped her legs around him. David stepped back off the path and onto the grass, lowering himself backwards until he was sitting, Sammi on his lap.

'Well, Aah do declare! Aah remember sayin' somethin' 'bout sittin' on your layap,' she said, still kissing him. Way to go Sammi, I think you pulled off that Southern Belle voice pretty well.

'Yes, you did,' David said. 'And I remember saying that I had somewhere else you could sit too.'

'Mmmm, an' where'ah would that be, sir?'

'On my mouth.'

Sammi closed her eyes, and breathed him in as their tongues danced. She wanted him right there, but she didn't know if she was brave enough. But then he was lifting her tank tops, exposing her flat stomach and then her bra.

'Ah, I see my two friends have popped up again,' David said, looking at the mounds her nipples were making on her bra. 'They're almost as hard as they were in my car.'

'Bastard. I knew you'd seen that.'

'Of course I did.'

'Did you do it on purpose? Set the AC to high and cold so my nipples would go hard when you turned it on?'

'I would like to say that I am that calculating, but it was just a happy accident.'

'I was embarrassed.'

'I was horny. I wanted to pull the car over right there.'

'I think I'd have probably let you.'

'Really?'

She paused, thinking, their lips still pressed together. 'No, I'd have been too nervous.'

'But you weren't too nervous last night.'

'I was, but you caught me off guard. In my underwear. And then you made me throw water all over my breasts. And then when you took off your shirt and kissed me - well I just let it happen.'

'Actually, I think you threw the water over your own breasts.'

'Ah, yes, but when I get fired for screwing the boss it will have been your fault. It will be my only defence. "Whay yeas, your honor, Aah do declare that Mr. Hinch here did indeed throw ice-cold water all ova my tiddies jus' so he could take off my tank top and panties and have his way with me, right there'ah on tha livin' room flaw.'

'Do you think we fire people using a judge?'

'Well, Aah don' know, sir. Aah'm jus' a lil' ol' country girl, sittin' here feelin' this big ol' penis pressin' against my coochie in jus' mah bra n' skinny blue jeans.'

'Shit! Where did you learn to do that accent?'

'Honestly? I don't know, I just started typing it this afternoon. Do you like it?'

Before he could answer she reached down, feeling his erection.

'Yep, Aah think ya'll do.'

'Okay, that's it!'

'What? Wait, what are you doing?'

David had reached behind her and was unhooking her bra.

'David, stop. We're outside. What if someone comes down here?'

'Who's going to come down? I've told all the managers and stockholders that I'm busy, and the other staff wouldn't come down here.'

'But someone -.' Before she could finish her protest, he had released her bra clasp and was sliding it over her shoulders. Sammi stopped complaining, giving him a hint of a smile and an accusing look. 'I suppose you think you're pretty clever right now.'

He watched as her breasts were revealed to the sunlight, taking in her fair skin and pale pink nipples standing proud, aroused.

'Hello, girls.'

She laughed. 'You're such a dork.'

'Hey, I bet there aren't many dorks that get to see titties this pretty.'

'Well, sir, Aah have ta say, yow compliments have got me feelin' priddy special. Now Aah know ya'll aren't a farm boy, but Aah think Aah might just have ta get nakey for ya'll.' She tilted her head back as David took her breasts in his mouth, sucking on them, flicking his tongue over her nipples.

She pressed her hands on his shoulders, standing up, a look of confusion on David's face as he felt her breast leave his mouth. Sammi moved his legs apart with her foot, standing between them, then, holding his gaze she popped the button on her jeans, the others following in turn, gradually revealing her white panties beneath.

The tight denim was difficult to slide down, but she managed it without falling, an achievement given that she could trip over pattern on a carpet. She lifted first one foot then the other, pointing her toes, kicking off her jeans until she stood in front of her boss on the cool grass in nothing but a tiny white thong.

Bending forward, tucking her hair behind her ears, she popped the buttons on his expensive shirt, pushing it back off his shoulders. David sat, his gaze alternating between her pretty face and her lithe body. She stood back to admire him, his tanned skin stretched over the hard arms and shoulders.

She crouched down, aware that he had a good view of the crotch of her panties, that were still a little damp from their texts earlier in the day. She undid his belt, pulling at the button on his pants. He leaned back on his arms, watching as she pulled down his zipper, his erection straining behind his boxers. She tugged at his pants and he lifted himself up to release them and then she was pulling them down and off, his shoes and socks coming too.

The petite blonde stepped back to admire her handiwork, tilting her head to one side as she saw his hard-on flexing beneath the white material, the head almost poking above the waistband. She looked down at her own panties, the stretchy material outlining her smooth vagina, showing just a hint of the soft cleft beneath. She tucked her fingers in the top and slid them down. 
David's breath caught as he watched as she dropped them next to his pants and stood up, the dipping sun highlighting her body, still amazed at how pretty she was, at how her innocence and brief moments of naughtiness made the perfect combination.

'Take them off for me?' she asked nodding at his boxers. David lifted himself up, the muscles in his chest flexing as he slid them down, his erection standing hard and swollen against his stomach.

Sammi crouched down again. And then she was pushing him onto his back, taking his hard shaft in her small hand, feeling each bump and ridge, running her fingers over the swollen tip. She lay down between his legs, the cool grass feeling nice against her hot skin as she looked up at him. Their eyes meet and David had a view of her pretty face, beyond that her cute butt cheeks.

Sammi's feet swung back and forth as she slipped her mouth over his tip as she ran her tongue around, the wetness of her mouth mixing with the clear liquid already coating the shiny flesh.

David's stomach tensed as she ran her lips up and down him, one hand sliding from the bottom of his shaft to the base of the tip, the other, holding his balls. Their eyes remained locked, as her mouth played over his bulbous head, alternating between sliding up and down to rotating, drawing his pleasure to its height.

'Sammi, I'm really close. If you want to stop you can.'

She looked back at him, reveling in the pleasure on his face, mixed with the pain that she might stop at just the wrong moment, ruining his orgasm. She shook her head slowly.

'But I'm going to -.'

'It's okay,' she whispered, taking him out of her mouth but still kissing all around the head. 'I want you to.' And then she engulfed his sensitive tip again, sucking hollows in her cheeks, her tongue teasing the underside while her lips slid over the rest, her hand still focusing on his hard shaft.

'Sammi!' he whispered through gritted teeth, suddenly aware that they could still be heard by someone passing.

And then he exploded, his hot liquid coating her tongue and filling her mouth as his shaft flexed. His reaction was to throw his head back, but he didn't want to stop looking at her eyes, at her face as he came. Another burst a split second after the first made his body jerk again and he watched as his cum slid from her lips, still covering his sensitive head, and down over his shaft and onto her fingers.

Sammi lay there watching the handsome man in front of her, her lips still wrapped around him, the feeling of his cum in her mouth alien, but not unpleasant. She took in his body and face, his eyes finally closed as his orgasm faded, but his penis remaining hard.

She moved her mouth a fraction, an action that elicited a jolt from him, causing him to laugh at the intense sensitivity.

'Sorry,' she whispered, carefully lifting her mouth off him, laying his penis back.

David was still panting when he held out his arms to her, watching as she crawled from between his legs to nestle in beside him. She wiped the remnants of his cum from her lips before laying her head on his shoulder and crooking her left arm on his flat stomach.

'That was amazing,' he whispered, kissing the top of her head as she nuzzled into his neck.

'Yes, it was.'

'Gimme a minute, I'll be right with you.'