Office Visit

After around six months at my new job, my boss suggested that I start to visit our other offices to meet in person my coworkers who I'd only met on Zoom or Teams up to that point. The first office he recommended was in Salem, Oregon so I flew into Portland and drove to Salem on a Sunday afternoon, got checked into a hotel and explored the city a bit. The next morning, I drove to the office, was introduced to everyone then sat in a meeting with my colleagues and was happy that I felt even more connected to them than I already had. It was a nice confirmation that I'd made the correct decision to change jobs and join this company. We had a lunch with the entire office but there was a happy hour planned after work with just my department.

Between the meetings, the lunch and the happy hour, I felt like I got the opportunity to connect with everyone, though naturally some seemed more interested in connecting than others. Amanda, for example, was around my age with a similar background in the industry so I found her easy to talk to with no generation gap. At one point during the happy hour, she asked which hotel I was staying at and, when I told her, she asked if I knew my room number. I got where she was coming from because it'd be easy to forget if you didn't make an effort to remember or write it down. I did remember at that moment, and said it, but I also had it written down. She asked if I had a trick to remembering so I took out my wallet and showed her the scrap of the little folio that my keycard had been in where the desk clerk had written my room number. That got a laugh out of those who were paying attention to the conversation. Once I'd put my wallet away, Amanda said to ask her the next day if she remembered by room number so I assumed she had a trick of her own.

Happy hour didn't go too late since we all still needed to work the next day so, when we went our separate ways, I drove to the hotel and started getting ready for bed. I was wearing a pair of lounge pants and a t-shirt and had just completed my nightly ablutions when I heard a knock on my door. Looking through the peephole, I was surprised to see Amanda so I opened the door and asked if everything was alright.

"I started driving home," she said as I was inviting her inside, "and I knew I was going to regret it if I didn't come here to see you, especially after getting you to share your room number."

"What's going on?" I asked, having an idea but wanting to confirm it.

"I'm sorry for being so sneaky to find out your room number," she said, standing at the end of the bed, "but I promise that I'm going to make it up to you."

She dropped to her knees in front of me and took my lounge pants down, gently gripping my stiffening cock as I stepped out of them. I couldn't believe what I was seeing as I was looking down at Amanda opening her mouth and engulfing my cock, which continued to grow. It almost felt like it had to be a dream because it was so surreal. It also felt absolutely incredible. I went ahead and removed my t-shirt so that it wouldn't get in her way and it wouldn't block my view. She showed pretty quickly that she left nothing to be desired when it came to cocksucking. The pleasure I was feeling was intense and amazing so I knew that I wasn't going to be able to last for very long before I was cumming. I didn't care, though, because I knew that her visit was not going to end with me blowing a load into her mouth and her leaving. I had taken more than a few surreptitious peeks at her physique during that day and fully intended to see it naked as soon as I could. She was slim and fit, like a distance runner, with small boobs and long legs. As I considered how she would look naked, I'm pretty sure my cock became even harder but she wasn't fazed at all. She continued to skillfully suck me off while gently pumping the base.

It wasn't just the pleasure that she was providing that defined her skill at sucking cock; she was also drawing out the pleasure for much longer than I had expected to be able to enjoy it. As eager as I was to get her naked, there would be no moving on from this blowjob until the pleasure had reached a culmination and I had blown my load which I was obviously completely fine with. I was focusing on the building pleasure while still looking down, wanting to commit this to memory so I could revisit the moment after I'd left Oregon. I wouldn't have believed it was happening if I wasn't seeing it. There's definitely something to be said about feeling a connection with someone; this could theoretically have been anyone who'd been at the happy hour but Amanda was the one person who I'd want it to be. Not that I wouldn't have enjoyed a blowjob from one of the other women in attendance but I doubt I'd have enjoyed it is much as having Amanda doing it.

Because she was so good at it, though, we did reach a point where, no matter how good she was at drawing out the pleasure, my orgasm was getting too close for her to be able to prevent it any longer. My cock was swelling even more the closer I was getting but her efforts were unaffected as she just continued to slide her lips up and down my stiff shaft while gently pumping the base. Even when I finally exploded into her mouth with a long moan, she didn't hesitate as she swallowed my load while still sucking my cock. The pleasure I felt as I was cumming was intense and seemed to go on for longer than a typical orgasm. It wasn't until I finally finished and my cock began to soften that she released my cock from her mouth and sat back on her heels, looking up at expectantly.

"You absolutely did not have to do that to make anything up to me," I said as I was helping her stand, "but I can't even begin to tell you how glad I am that you did and how eager I am to take care of you to show you how much I enjoyed it."

We started kissing while I was unbuttoning her blouse then parted as I slid it down her arms, revealing her small boobs in a very cute bra. As she was slipping out of her blouse, I caressed her boobs through her bra, feeling her hard nipples pressing out against the thin material. I then dropped down and unfastened her pants, slid them down and helped her step out of them. Before standing again, I looked up at her lithe figure in only bra and bikini panties, committing that to memory as well. I caressed her pussy through her panties as I was standing which had the blood already trying to return to my spent cock. We made out for a moment, standing at the foot of the bed, then I picked her up and moved onto the bed on my knees. I laid her down then lay down myself beside her, caressing her boobs through her bra again as we resumed making out.

When I reached around behind her to unfasten her bra, I then helped her out of it before lowering my head to lick and suck her hard nipples. She moaned as I was also caressing the soft, smooth flesh of her boobs before sliding my hand down over her stomach and into her panties. My fingers passed through her trim bush then encountered her hot, wet pussy. She pulled her mouth from mine to moan this time as I easily slipped a finger into her. I slid it in and out a few times before lightly caressing her clit, which made her moan even louder and longer. We never went back to making out as she was moaning continuously and I got the impression from that among other things that she was really fired up and that it wouldn't take much before she was cumming. I still wanted to get her naked and stick my face down between her thighs so I was okay if this was a quick orgasm and the next one I could draw out, both for her benefit and for my own.

I didn't necessarily try to rush this orgasm but I wouldn't say that I was trying to draw it out, either. I was alternating between sliding my finger in and out of her snug, slippery pussy and lightly caressing her clit while she was moaning and rocking her hips rhythmically. Since we weren't making out, this was a good opportunity to both admire her small, perky boobs and hard nipples and to occasionally lick and suck her nipples, which seemed to make her moan even louder. I would also glance at her cute face, seeing the expression indicating that she was experiencing a high level of pleasure, or down at my hand moving around inside her panties, which seemed to get the blood flowing back into my cock, encouraging its already admirable recovery.

As she was getting closer to cumming, she was tensing up a bit while moaning louder and longer so, when she abruptly went silent, I knew she was right on the verge. A moment later, all the tension left her body as she cried out and started shaking. I continued to caress her clit as I lowered my head to lick and suck her nipples with the hope that this either prolonged her orgasm or made it more pleasurable though I was hoping to accomplish both. It did appear to be a long and highly pleasurable orgasm so I was happy to have been able to start off our night with both of us experiencing that. I also thought it was a good sign for what we had in store for ourselves over the next few hours since I fully anticipated that she'd be interested in sticking around for a while.

I raised my head once I was certain that she'd finished cumming then slipped my hand out of her panties and sucked her juices off of my finger. As she was recovering, I got up on my knees and moved down the bed, first gazing at her mostly naked body for a moment then starting to slide her panties down. She lifted her ass off the bed to help me out then I slid them down her long, thin legs before setting them aside. Her bush was light brown and neatly groomed and, as I positioned myself between her legs, which she spread apart for me, I lowered my face toward it. Once I was close enough, I ran my tongue along her slit, tasting her juices and causing her to moan even more. I loved to eat pussy and, when it was a pussy I'd never had the opportunity to eat before, that was even better, especially if it was someone I was pretty into and I was definitely into Amanda.

I was slurping up her juices as she was moaning both loud and long and, glancing up along her body, I saw her perky little titties and an expression on her face that said she was experiencing significant pleasure. This was my goal, of course, so I continued what I was doing for the moment but soon eased a finger into her snug, slippery pussy while focusing my tongue on her clit. Her moaning continued as I was sliding my finger in and out of her pussy while licking and sucking her clit. My cock had almost fully revived by then so I was thinking about how nice it would feel to slip it into her pussy once she'd cum again. I was in no hurry, of course, and was doing everything I knew how to draw out the pleasure while not actually denying her the relief of another orgasm. It was a fine line but I feel like I was staying on the right side of it.

Her moaning just kept getting louder and longer as I continued to devour her hot, wet pussy so I was happy to be able to provide her with so much pleasure, especially after she'd made the effort to show up at my hotel room. She was running her fingers through my hair while subtly humping her pussy toward my face and seemed to be gradually tensing up. While I wasn't ready to be done eating her pussy, I had a good feeling that this wasn't going to be my only opportunity, so I switched my focus from drawing out the pleasure to making her cum. It wasn't much of a change in my technique but enough so that it wasn't much longer before she went silent, like she was holding her breath. A moment later, she cried out as all of the tension left her and she started shaking. I continued to devour her pussy, now flooded with even more lubrication, hoping to draw out the pleasure or intensify it as she was cumming.

It was an obviously long and highly pleasurable orgasm so once again I was glad that I'd been able to make her decision to drive to my hotel rather than going home pay off for her. I'd have been happy to continue eating her through a couple more orgasms but my cock was painfully rigid by this point so I was eager to slip it into her, especially after the additional flood of lubrication. When she'd gone still and silent, her chest heaving as she was catching her breath, I raised my head and slipped my finger out of her pussy and into my mouth. I straightened up as I sucked her juices off of it, kneeling between her spread legs with my cock pointing at her, admiring her naked body. I didn't want to just lower myself over her and fuck her missionary style so I moved over and lay beside her then reached over to caress her boobs.

"I'm so glad I drove over here instead of going home," she said once she'd recovered enough.

"I am too," I replied, "and I feel like we've barely scratched the surface so far."

"I agree," she said as she reached for my cock and discovered how rigid it was, "Wow, you're ready to go again."

"I am," I replied, "so let's continue with your punishment for being sneaky."

"I deserve to be punished," she said with a grin then got up on her knees and straddled me. My attention was on her boobs as she guided my cock to her pussy and lowered herself onto it. As we were both moaning, I shifted my gaze up to her face to see her expression, which suggested that she was experiencing a high level of pleasure. I wondered if I had a similar expression on my face because her snug, slippery pussy felt outstanding as it gripped my cock. When she started to slowly move up and down, I was glad that I'd already cum once since that always seemed to help with my staying power. I wondered if it was the opposite for her and she'd cum more easily with each subsequent orgasm. I didn't necessarily want her to cum quickly but I was okay with her cumming frequently.

I brought my hands up to caress her perky little boobs, which were kind of an anomaly for me, but I was quickly realizing that I was enjoying them immensely. I'd say that most of my experience with boobs had been pretty much average-sized ones with an occasional above average pair but I'd never had my hands on such a small set of boobs. I was kind of fascinated by them just because they were different from what I was accustomed to but they were also just so perfect. I loved the size, I loved the shape, I loved her areolas and hard nipples and I loved the soft, smooth flesh against my palms. Everything about this encounter was making me happy, so I was completely psyched that it was happening.

As she gradually began to ride me harder and faster, her moaning was getting louder and longer so I suspected that she was already building toward another orgasm. I was pushing up into her each time she dropped down, wanting to make sure she was getting the full length of my stiff cock. I could feel her boobs starting to bounce so I reluctantly moved my hands away from them so that I could see that. I brought my hands down to her waist then around to caress her ass while her bouncing boobs nearly hypnotized me. The hotel bed was proving to be sturdy as it remained still and silent even with her riding me so hard and fast. Not that I necessarily cared if anyone heard that we were having sex and I doubt that any squeaking could have drowned out her moaning, anyway.

When she dropped down onto my cock and stayed there, she also went briefly silent then cried out as her body started shaking. Since they were no longer bouncing, I brought my hands back up to her boobs and resumed fondling them. Her orgasm appeared to be another long and highly pleasurable one, so I was happy once again to have helped her get there, and I'm sure she was reminded that she'd made the right decision in not continuing to drive home. I was good with enjoying her tits for as long as it took for her to cum and recover but, once she apparently was finished, she opened her eyes, smiled down at me then climbed off of my cock. She leaned down and kissed me a few times then positioned herself on all-fours beside me. I was quickly up and kneeling then I'm really not sure what came over me. I started running my hands over her ass then felt compelled to lower my head and run my tongue between her ass cheeks followed by a couple licks of her asshole.

The sound she made was not exactly a moan of pleasure but it also gave no indication that she wasn't a fan of what I'd done; maybe it was surprise more than anything else. I hadn't planned to try to slip my cock into her ass anyway so that reaction didn't change my mind; I just guided my cock into her snug, slippery pussy from behind. With that she did let out a long moan and I did likewise. I was holding her hips as I slid the full length of my cock into her then started to slowly slide it in and out. I was looking down at her ass, which barely reacted as my hips repeatedly tapped against it, then I noticed her slip a hand back under herself, presumably to caress her clit. Since she was this proactive about her own pleasure, that might explain why she seemed to have no issues with being able to cum; she just knew her body that well and knew what worked for her.

Once I had a good, steady rhythm going, I slipped my hands forward and cupped her titties, feeling her hard nipples against my palms. I'm not sure if that made my cock even harder but it sure felt like it and, based on the sounds she was making, she must have felt something different, too. I couldn't see her expression, I couldn't see her boobs and, leaning forward as I was, I could no longer stare at her ass but I was still thoroughly enjoying myself and wouldn't have stopped even if our boss had suddenly walked through the door. It wasn't very late by that point so, unless she had a dog she had to run home to let out, I felt like she'd be interested in staying and engaging in a lot more of this that night as well as early the next morning before we had to be at the office.

We were in perfect sync but, as she began to pick up the pace, I was just keeping up with her since she seemed to be in pursuit of another orgasm. Somehow, though fucking her felt incredible, I was not quite building up to another orgasm myself yet, which was perfect as far as I was concerned because I just wanted to continue fucking her for as long as possible. She was getting louder as she apparently was prone to doing when she got closer and closer to cumming so I just kept pushing my cock into her while she was pushing back against my incoming thrusts. Eventually, I straightened up again, releasing her boobs and holding her hips while looking down at her ass. We reached a point where it was easier for me to leave setting the pace and pushing back to her and I'd just give a thrust each time her ass tapped against my hips.

Once I was starting to feel a stirring of my orgasm, I was still pretty certain that she'd be cumming again before I did. I was good with her cumming as many times as she could before I finally did since she'd been responsible for making this happen and deserved to be rewarded for that. Plus, I really wanted to just keep fucking her, and enjoying the pleasure provided by her hot, wet pussy, for as long as I could. As it became clear that she was on the verge of another orgasm, I didn't really have a plan for what we'd do next but, if she didn't either, I didn't think we'd have any trouble coming up with something. I was sure that she'd be interested in pursuing even more orgasms while I was content to slowly build up to one myself.

When she pushed back and held there, I made sure that my cock was fully embedded inside her hot, wet pussy as she briefly went still and silent. A moment later, she cried out and her body started shaking so, assuming her pussy was being flooded with even more lubrication, I resumed slowly sliding my cock in and out of her. I was not disappointed; it felt even more amazing. Her orgasm appeared to be highly pleasurable for her, which was seeming by this point to be pretty typical. I continued to slowly slide my cock in and out of her while she was cumming but, even with the additional lubrication, I was still experiencing only the initial stirrings of my own orgasm. Again, I was just fine with this since I wanted to continue fucking her for as long as possible.