Business Trip

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Erika Smith had just joined an insurance company about five months ago. She was a few years out of college, quiet and relatively kept to herself. Most of the females thought she was a total bitch but the truth was, she was a bit of a nerd, did her work and went home. She didn't really involve herself in the office politics. She produced good numbers so she was good in the eyes of her bosses. When her boss needed her to go on a business trip with a co-worker, she was surprised she was asked but willing to do it.

Her co-worker was a married guy but he was always nice to her whenever they came into contact. After a long day of traveling, picking up their rental car, they got to the hotel. Unfortunately, there was only one room available. She wasn't thrilled with the idea but she'd make do with what they had for now. She put her suitcase in the corner of the bedroom.

"You can pick whichever bed you want." She said softly

ooc: Last player dropped the ball on this one, looking to pick it up again. I'm looking for some sexual tension, flirting....before going into sex. If you're interested, send me a PM
 
At 46, James should have been a happily man. He was married to a beautiful woman, he still had more black hairs on his head than white or grey, and, like a fine wine, his body had grown more mature and handsome with age. He was fit and healthy. But for some reason, he wasn't. Perhaps it was his job. It was dull and boring. He had not wanted to go on this business trip, but his boss insisted that he was the man for the job. His travelling companion didn't help either. He didn't like Erika. It wasn't that she was a threat to his job security or that he didn't get along with her (in fact, he was actually quite amicable with her whenever they passed in the halls or met in the breakroom); it was that she was so young, so pretty, and so mysterious, that James found himself actually desiring her. Now he was stuck with her for a whole business trip, sharing one hotel room. As if his heart hadn't been going into overdrive, sitting next to her for the whole trip, sleeping in the same room with such a young, beautiful woman was too much. But James was good at keeping his suave attitude in check.

"I'll take the one closest to the window," he said in response to Erika's question. "You can get the one close to the bathroom. At least we were able to find a room here." He sank down onto the bed with a tired sigh, worn out from the long trip.
 
Erika was single. With her new job, she didn't havemuch time to be out in the dating world. She worked 9-5 usually but some nights, she found herself not leaving the office till 7 or 8. She was still proving herself at the firm. She kept to herself mostly though, not really involving herself in the politics of the office. Some of the women in the office were petty and involved themselves into office politics.

Erika liked the idea of a business trip but she would have preferred to go alone. James was a nice enough guy. He had always been friendly to her and always chatted with her in the breakroom. He was pretty good looking for a man in his forties, she would guess. She knew he was married so she figured he hated being away from his family. She took off her shoes and sat down on the bed. She kept her outfit professional. She wore a black pencil skirt, buttoned down blouse and heels that she now took off.

"The flight was a little too long for my liking. It didn't help that we almost missed the flight." She had opened the very top button of her blouse when they got to the hotel. The weather was incredibly sticky and made her feel a bit hot. She laid on her stomach on her bed.
 
With Erika's top button undone, James had a clear view down her cleavage as she laid flat on the bed - as clear as one could get with those tits mashed against the mattress. It was almost as if she were teasing him, though James knew Erika was too dedicated to her job to bother teasing any man, much less a married, middle-aged man. It was rather hot and sticky outside, so he didn't blame her. Of course, her posse didn't help. This is going to be a long trip, he thought.

"Well, it's not our fault," he told her, making conversation. "If we hadn't had to stop at our desks first, we'd have made it in plenty of time to clear security and wait for our flight." As he spoke, his eyes couldn't help but wander to her cleavage. Oh God, James, cut it out. You look like a pervert staring down there. You're probably creeping her out. Why did we have to share a room?

"Say," he asked. "You feeling hungry. Perhaps we should find something to eat. It has been a long day..." James felt tired, but he knew a good walk and the chance to sit face to face with Erika would help take his attention away from her chest. Then, perhaps when they got back, they'd be too tired to stay up much longer, and they could go to sleep, and James wouldn't have to torment himself with the sight of Erika's cleavage.
 
Erika knew he was married but that didn't stop her from noticing just how good he looked. He had to be in his mid forties but even so, he seemed to be in great shape. His wife sometimes came to the office for the few holiday parties the office had. It felt nice to lay on the bed after a long day of traveling but they hadn't eaten since they left this morning so she knew they would have to eat at sometime or another.

She was a beautiful woman. She wasn't overly thin and she wasn't what people would call thick. She was somewhere in the middle; she had curvy hips, long legs and a gorgeous rack. She wasn't showy about her body. She always dressed professional...always a skirt and a blouse. As she breathed, laying down on her stomach on the bed, her breasts heaved a little. With he button opened due to the heat, a little bit of skin was visible.

"I'm a little tired but we should probably eat. We could probably sleep early tonight, it's been a long day."
 
The sight of Erika's cleavage heaving was a bit too much for James. He just couldn't focus on her face while such an erotic view taunted him. It was a wonder he didn't get an erection right then and there. He wasn't a teenager, so he had a bit more control over his excitement, though his heart was pounding and his penis did shift a little in his pants. James got up, crossed over to Erika's bed, and sat down beside her. This way, he could look down at Erika's face and not have to stare down her blouse. He didn't quite notice himself sitting down a bit closer than might have been proper.

"You feel like anything in particular?" he asked. "You're right about it being a long day. And we still have a busy day ahead of us." He set his hands down on the mattress, his little finger just inches from Erika's shoulder.
 
She sat up on the bed once James joined her. Her black pencil skirt was riding up her thighs a little bit due to her having been laying down on the bed. She never really noticed John before. Sure, they came across each other in the break room but he looked more handsome. She always liked older men, maybe because they were more experienced and didn't do any of the stupid shit younger men did. Truth was, James wasn't that much older than her. Maybe between 5 and 7 years.

He was married. Erika kept reminding herself of that. But she couldn't help but notice how close he sat to her on her bed. It was as if she could feel his body heat radiating off him. "Tomorrow will be a long day for both of us. Tiring day." She said."There's a restaurant downstairs, we could probably just grab food there. Then come back up here, shower..unwind with TV for the rest of the night."
 
((How old is Erika? James is 46))

Oh the way Erika sat up, with her skirt riding up her legs and her blouse hugging her breasts. James wished he could just wrap his arms around her and give her a nice long kiss while holding her close enough to feel the softness of her tits. He wanted to rub her legs, and run his hand along her side, across her belly, and slip it into the waistband of her skirt toward her crotch.

No, I'm a married man, he thought. But Erika's posse was just so tempting. Everything about her was beautiful. Hell, she made his wife look old and ugly.

"That sounds like a plan," he said, hoping some dinner and an early evening might take his mind away from his lustful thoughts. In the back of his mind, he wondered if Erika was intentionally trying to come on to him. She was so seductive and so beautiful... If she really was trying to get him, it would only be a matter of time until he subcame to her wiles, at the rate he was going. Sitting next to her on the long flight certainly hadn't helped.
 
(I'd say early 30's, I can go younger if you wish)

She was tired from the long day of traveling but she knew they both had to eat. She figured once they ate, they could come up here, shower and watch TV to prepare for the long day of meetings that was to come tomorrow. Her skirt rode up her legs just a little bit. She wasn't overly tall but she had long legs that were slightly toned from the yoga she did when she wasn't swamped with work. She put her heels back on. She didn't bother buttoning up the first button of her shirt, it was still a little warm.

Erika thought she saw James looking at her. But she figured it had to be in her head. He was a married man, his wife was beautiful. Erika thought she herself was plain. But if James was indeed looking at her, it made her feel sexy. Most men didn't check her out, and even though he was married...it made her feel pretty.

"Let's go and grab something to eat. It'll be nice to relax up here later."
 
((I was thinking since she was just a few years out of college, she'd be in her mid 20s, like 24 or 25))

"Lead the way," James said in a voice he only reserved for his wife, when he wanted to be coy with her. It scared him slightly, but being in the company of such a gorgeous young woman was starting to awaken another side of him - a cool, confident, seductive side. He couldn't stop himself. The more time he spent with Erika, the more he couldn't take his eyes off her. As they walked down to the restaurant, James moved in close enough to Erika, they could have been mistaken as a coupe, rather than coworkers. In fact, it was all James could do to keep from putting his hand on Erika's slender waist. And the way she seemed to return his gaze. It seemed almost flirtatious, as though she knew exactly what the effect of her appearance was having on him.
 
((Fine by me)))

She wasn't one to openly flirt with married men. She wasn't a home wrecker by any means. But she was a woman who noticed a good looking, intelligent man when she saw one. Something about James enticed her; he was older than she but despite that he had an amazing body. If she had to guess, he was in his forties but he could certainly pass for earlier thirties.

For a moment, she felt herself staring at him as they walked down the hallway towards the elevator. She silently cursed herself for that one though. He was married and seemed to love his wife. But there was something about him...something that kept drawing her to him. She decided it would be best if they kept the conversation business and then when they got upstairs, they could unwind with TV.

"I think our first meeting is at 9 tomorrow. We have a long day ahead." She said. She was already tired thinking about the work that was to come.
 
"We'll be in meetings practically all day," James sighed. He too tried to keep the conversation all business. All the way down to the restaurant, he went over the next day's agenda with Erika, pouring over details about what they were to talk about and what they were going to say to the customers. But he could only say so much. Soon enough, the conversation would drift to the office, and from the office to thier personal lives. That was unnerving, especially considering the fact that even standing, with Erika's top button open, her heaving cleavage was still visible, even standing. It didn't help she was so busty. No matter what size blouse she wore, it was tight across her bosom and brought out the swells of her breasts and the flatness of her tummy perfectly - a tummy that was still fit and tight rather than loose and slightly rounded from pregnancy and poor eating habits. Erika's youthful body made James realize just how much his wife changed over the years. She'd gotten fat (maybe not by much, but noticably when compared to Erika), tired, and subdued. Erika, on the other hand... She was everything his wife was in her prime. And James had only gotten better with age. If only he'd been this fit and this strong when he'd met his wife all those years ago... I wish I could do it all over again, he thought. This time doing it right.
 
She was glad when they reached the restaurant and found it wasn't too crowded. After a long day of traveling, she just wanted to eat something good and unwind in the room to rest up for tomorrow. "The trip is short but with all the meetings it may seem like the longest two days of our lives." She laughed a little bit.

"I think we passed a gym on the way down here. Usually I'd use it and run on the treadmill for a bit but I think I'll pass on that." She laughed a little. She wasn't exercise crazy like most women her age. She did yoga and visited the gym twice a week. Usually when she went on vacation or went away for business, she made a habit of visiting the gym but tonight she looked forward to sitting in a hot tub and watching some mindless TV.

"But you're more than welcome to hit the gym tonight." She said. It was evident he worked out on routine. He was in his mid forties but had a body of a man in their mid twenties.

"So how do you like the whole business trip aspect of the job? It must not go over well with the wife." She said. Most of the people in the office were unmarried so they were the ones usually sent on business trips.
 
The thought of Erika in tight sweatpants and a sports bra that brought out her sleek, muscular body; running on a treadmill with her breasts bouncing rhythmically up and down really turned James on. It was all he could do to keep from getting an erection right then and there.

"I usually don't exercise on business trips," he admitted. "Though I really should." And with you, I think I just might.

When they reached the restaurant and sat down, James answered Erika's next question. "It used to bother her, but not so much anymore. I think she's more resigned to the fact it's the nature of the job. She's been like that lately, more quiet and subdued. Sometimes, I think she's just not happy about something, but I don't know what." Perhaps James shouldn't have said so much, but he rarely had anyone to talk to. And for some reason, he felt a little more comfortable saying it to a strange woman than a guy. Perhaps it was because a woman wouldn't jump on the comment as an invitation to whine about women and wives in general. Or perhaps it was to assure her that she could take him, if she pleased, since he wasn't happy with his marriage. And perhaps deep in his subconscious, that was what James was trying to convey.
 
"That's a shame." She said. James was successful at the firm, good looking and was a nice enough guy. Erika knew she shouldn't be noticing a married man in such a way but she did anyway. She never understood why wives were like that. She had dated here and there but never had a serious relationship. With work now, she didn't have time for a relationship but she noticed attractive men and James was certainly one.

She found herself wondering what he looked like underneath his buttoned down shirt. She even found herself imagining his attire exercising. A pair of shorts as he ran at full speed on the treadmill, sweat dripping off him. She took a sip of water. She had never even thought of James this way before but now that they were alone. It was as if she saw something different in him...something so very attractive.

As she breathed, her breasts rose and fell to match her breathing. She still had one button of her blouse opened. If someone was looking, they could steal a peak of her favorite pink bra.
 
The sight of that pink bra, and the way it squeezed Erika's massive tits and made them rise and fall with each breath was pure torture for James. Oh how he wanted to just reach out and touch them. But not here. Certainly in not in a restaurant. Even if she were his wife or girlfriend, it certainly wasn't appropriate in a public place like this. But the thought of taking her and ravishing her here, on the table, was erotic. Now James certainly felt himself getting an erection. His penis was swelling up and starting to grow longer. He couldn't help but stare.

"Sometimes I wonder if our marriage is still there," he continued. "My wife has just become so distant and aloof. It might be because of menopause, it might be because the kids are leaving the nest. Maybe she's just burnt out. I don't know. She just doesn't seem to have the spark anymore." To tell the truth, James hadn't had sex in a long time. Most nights, his wife was just too tired, and when they did have sex, she gave out after just one go, where it used to be they could fuck several times before exhaustion claimed them. He was feeling really horny right now, and Erika and her cleavage weren't helping.
 
Erika had always been a little self conscious. She wasn't a size 6 like most of the women her age but she a curvy figure which complimented her round, twin globes. She could have sworn to God that she saw James eyeing her. But she figured that had to be in her head. Despite his marriage issues, he was married and underneath all that, he probably did love his wife. "I'm sorry, James. Women can be difficult at times, myself included. Maybe it's just a rough patch." She said softly. Erika liked James and she truly hoped he'd be able to work things out with his wife.

Erika wasn't a home wrecker by any means. But as she sat there across from James, she thought about him. She thought about him, grabbing her and kissing her. Kissing her like he meant it. She thought about him undressing her, his hands on her curvy figure. Jesus. She had to be delusional. She was thinking of a married man. She took a sip of water, praying to get it together.

"Maybe work will help you get your mind off things." She suggested softly. She felt ashamed of her thoughts but she couldn't help it.
 
"Maybe," James said. Maybe not. Oh, how I wish I could have you...

"And you?" he asked her, trying to change the subject. Maybe Erika had a jealous boyfriend or a fiance. Surely a woman as gorgeous as her couldn't be out there waiting for the first horny, depressed middle aged man to come sweep her off her feet. "You have anyone who'll miss you these next few days?"
 
"If that's a joke, it's a pretty shitty one." She laughed softly. "I've been working too much to be dating let alone have a boyfriend." She said to him with a sigh. If she had the time, she'd love a man in her life. She wasn't overly needy but sometimes it would be nice to cuddle up to a man in bed, have him ravish her in the way she believed she deserved.

"I spend a lot of my time working and when I'm not working, I'm knocked on my ass, tired from working." She laughed a bit. "A real catch, huh?" She sighed. It was a bit depressing at her. Some of the women at work threw themselves at men and they had boyfriends. She, was a respectable, beautiful young woman and she couldn't get anything. Hell, she couldn't remember the last time she got laid. Maybe that's why she was imagining James naked.
 
James was surprised Erika was still single. Perhaps it shouldn't have surprised him, considering the fact Erika was almost always working. She was in when he clocked in in the mornings, and still at it when he clocked out in the afternoon. Some guys and girls joked she had a cot in the office, so she could always be close to her desk. Yet with a body like that, surely someone should have noticed. Someone who could pry her out of the office and into bed, if not all the way to the altar.

"It's hard to believe a woman as beautiful as you should go lonely, even if you're so busy." James caught the words coming out of his mouth only after he'd spoken. That had been a little bold of him to say. A little too bold. He hoped he hadn't offended Erika. It would make for a shitty few days if he had.
 
She had to laugh. It was flattering to say the least but she didn't know how true it was. "Thank you for that." She smiled warmly. Even if he was taken, it was nice to hear it from him. It was nice to know someone noticed her. Even if he was a man she'd never have, it was nice to know that he thought her to be beautiful. "You may be the only man to think that but thank you anyway." She whispered softly. She let her eyes meet his for a moment. She couldn't tell what color his eyes were but they were mysterious and beautiful.

"It probably has something to do with the fact I'm not interested in 20 something year olds who just want to have sex. I'm not looking for a long lasting relationship but a decent guy who isn't a walking, talking pig would be nice.' She said. "I'm sorry...I don't mean to bore you with the details of my nonexistent dating life." She laughed a little.
 
Good, Erika wasn't scandalized by such a bold comment coming from a married man. In fact, she flattered James by quietly admitting, just barely loud enough for James to hear, that he was the only man to admit she was beautiful. And the fact she wasn't looking for a man her own age - Would a man twice her age suffice? Damnit James, you really do have problems.

Aloud, he said, "Hey, I bored you with mine, in a sort of way. It's only fair, isn't it?" Inadvertently, he stretched out his legs, dangerously close to Erika's.
 
"What's fair is fair." She laughed a little bit. She almost wished he wasn't married. He was the type she'd go for. A little bit older, charming and good looking. She took a sip of water, finding she was imagining what type of body he kept hidden underneath his buttoned down shirt. She crossed her legs underneath the table, i caused her skirt to ride up her thighs just a little bit. As she breathed, her round twin globes rose and fell to match her breathing. As they fell softly, a glimpse of her pink bra was visible.

"I think I've waved the white flag for men for now. Most of them are inexperienced and want mindless sex." She said. She found herself imagining James peeling off her clothes, his lips on her body. Jesus. She was sick and twisted.
 
Those tits were driving James insane. They were so big and round inside that tight blouse, and the teasing view he had with that opened button exposing her heaving cleavage made her all the more irresistable. It was a wonder she hadn't noticed him staring at her chest all afternoon, and even on the flight out. Those minor encounters around the office had been one thing, but this close to Erika for this long was something else entirely. Oh how he wanted just to massage those things and squeeze them and play with her nipples until she squealed with joy. He'd show her how a real man had sex.

"Most young men are like that," he said. "But as we get older, we learn to appreciate the beauty and grace of the female form. It doesn't just become about pleasuring ourselves; but it's about worshiping our lover's body, pleasing her, and giving her the same satisfaction we seek for ourselves. It comes with experience, of course, and age."
 
Hearing James talking about how older men had sex, it started to make her wet. God, if he knew how much this was exciting her, he'd think she was such a freak. She realized these next two days were going to be painfully long. Especially tonight, them sharing the same room. She was thinking about him undressing her, taking her soft, twin globes in his hands, worshiping them better than those dumb twenty year old men did.

She also found herself imagining opening up his belt buckle, pushing down his work pants, freeing his manhood. She imagined worshiping his manhood like he deserved. Her breasts rose and fell in rhythm now. She was getting all worked up over a man she never would even have. Underneath the table, she let her leg brush up against his but that was a total accident.

"Most twenty something year olds are just interested in a quick screwing. But I'd like to think more experienced men would be interested in worshiping each other's bodies..exploring." She hoped she wasn't crossing any lines.
 
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