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Subject: {ASSM} Business Trip from Hell by Pami (M/F)
Date: Sat, 21 Jun 2003 04:10:06 -0400
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Alright, you know the drill... if you are under 21, think sex stories are wrong
and immoral, and/or it is against the law where you live, go away... visit
disney.com and leave me alone.  If you are of legal age, see some redeeming
value in this type of story and oh heck, you just like reading about pleasure,
keep on going...

For those of you who have thought I was dead this past year - pretty close!  I
just haven't really been inspired.  Until now.  And if this guy only knew HOW
much he inspired me, this story probably wouldn't be mostly fictional.  :)

If you like it, check out www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Pami/www/, where my good friend Rui Jorge
maintains my little stories site.  Feel free to email me and say hey!

The Business Trip from Hell               			By Pami (M/F)


They couldn't have been more different.  

He was dark, intense, brooding.  His dark hair looked like it was slicked back
from his forehead with hair gel and it curled wildly at his shirt collar. 
There was no denying the fact that even if he had trimmed his goatee in the
morning, by the late afternoon he didn't just have 5 o'clock shadow, it easily
blended into his beard.  She had occasionally amused herself by thinking that
he must have to take a razor to work in order to tame his facial follicles on
days that he worked late.  His dark eyes seemed to always observe everything,
and she could vividly remember holding group meetings and feeling like he could
see inside her mind.  A freshly pressed shirt and tie didn't help much - they
only made him look slightly less scruffy.  Even when he had his most polite
expression on his face, it seemed to her like he was taking in everything that
everyone said or did, and found them somewhat lacking.  He didn't speak much in
group meetings, and she wasn't sure if it was because he was unsure of himself
or if he just didn't really care about anything or anyone.  He was toned and
tanned, and somewhat vain about it - he watched what he ate and worked out on a
regular basis, trying to keep Father Time from encroaching.  A loner, he didn't
really have any cronies in their division at work - in fact, she wondered from
if he ever just called anyone up to run ideas by them at all.  He seemed like
he would be more at home on the back of a Harley, wearing leather from top to
toe, instead of in a conservative shirt and tie with a pair of shiny dress
shoes on.  His girlfriends, on the rare occasions that he was glimpsed about
town with them, were all the same - blonde, slender, and overly-made up.    

She, on the other hand, was the golden girl.  She was bubbly and vivacious,
with a hair color that changed according to her whim and snappy brown eyes that
always looked like they were either amused or ready to burst into tears.  She
hated wearing the restrained dress shirt with the required 70's-esque scarf
tied around her neck.  She was the one who everyone wanted to be around - the
one who always had the one-liner ready but was equally able to be serious and
brainstorm some great ideas to improve productivity.  She occasionally spoke
before she thought, and it was obvious to her co-workers that she needed to be
a part of any decision that was made.  She was somewhat overweight, definitely
voluptuous, and she laughed it off, not wanting to give up that extra scoop of
ice cream at lunch.  When they were able to have casual day, she always had a
perfect outfit ready - one that was perky and brightly colored, and it usually
had a decolletage that made men look twice.  They could ignore her bountiful
breasts when they were hidden by a uniform shirt, but when she was wearing one
of the knit scoop neck blouses that she loved, her curves were not able to be
dismissed so easily.  She didn't really care if they looked at her - she wasn't
flashy or trashy, but she also figured that she couldn't hide her zaftig-ness,
so why even try?  And whenever she thought of  -~him'...that elusive Mr.
Maybe-Right, he definitely was clean- cut and conservative... almost
boy-scout-looking.

That night, she had arrayed herself in a blue and white checkerboard tanktop
with a string that threaded down the front, a crisp pair of white jeans, and a
pair of blue leather sandals.  Her dark auburn hair was down, curling around
her shoulders in the Floridian humidity.  She hadn't bothered to put any makeup
on, allowing her soft fair skin, pink lips, and black eyelashes to be her only
cosmetic.  She looked pretty much as wholesome as apple pie.  He, on the other
hand, had changed into a red and black knit t-shirt and a pair of khaki shorts.
 A ball-cap covered his hair, and he hadn't bothered to shave the stubble from
his face.  To say he looked a little ragged would have been an understatement. 
It was  -~fun night' at their annual convention, and a buffet, bar, and band
were waiting to entertain them for the evening.

She ate dinner quickly, with a couple of friends she hadn't seen in years, and
then her supervisor walked by the table.  He wanted his little group of 15 or
so employees to dance, he said.  It seemed like he had a couple of drinks, but
she was up for it, and so she went.  As the evening wore on, no one danced with
more people than she did.  Partly because she knew colleagues from all over the
country, from other divisions she had worked with, and they wanted to hang out
with her, and partly because she was just so exuberant that even those who
didn't know her wanted to get close enough to enjoy that aura of liveliness. 
And yes, she even danced with the scruffy guy, which surprised not only
herself, but also their other co-workers, who were taken aback to see him even
interacting with them.  When he wasn't dancing, she felt like he was watching
her every move.   She thought maybe she was over-reacting, till one of the
other guys in the division pulled her aside and teased her about her new
 -~boyfriend'.  

The night went on in much the same vein.  Where ever she was, he would be. 
Staring at her with those dark eyes, until finally she couldn't stand it
anymore.  

She walked up to him until their faces were just inches apart and "Are YOU
lookin' at ME?" she asked him with a smirk on her face and in her best
gangster/New Jersey accent.

Instead of answering, he just stood there and looked into her eyes for what
seemed like forever.  He finally took her by the hand and led her outside and
around the corner from the pavilion where all the action was taking place. 
Into the shadows they went and then he stopped.  He turned back around, and
didn't say a word.  He just lowered his head and kissed her.

The kiss went through her body like a shockwave.  She was between boyfriends,
and it had been a few months since she had been kissed by anyone, but she
didn't think even her last lover had kissed her like this.  

He growled in his throat as his lips possessed hers.  He bit on her lower lip,
and she felt dizzy.  He raised his head from hers, and smiled at her.  Even in
the shadows cast by the streetlights and buildings she could see the whiteness
of his teeth against his dark beard.  "I finally found a way to shut you up,"
he told her.

She opened her mouth to protest this statement, and immediately his mouth
swooped down to hers again.  This time, he turned her against the building and
pressed up against her.  His tongue licked at her lips till she opened her
mouth and then, when she felt it against the roof of her mouth, she was glad
for the support of the wall because her knees weakened.

The kiss went on and on, and the flame inside her burned higher and higher,
until he stopped again.  "I knew you would taste sweet," he muttered.

She snapped out of the lustful spell that he had cast over her and pulled away.
 "I.. We... umm..." she stuttered, embarrassed beyond belief that she had
actually been kissing a guy that she worked with, something that she was
vehemently against.  She pulled her hand out of his.  "We need to go back
before someone wonders where we went," she told him as composedly as she could.

"Do you really want to do that," he asked her, lazily reaching out for the
string that ran down the front of her shirt.  He toyed with the bow that held
it together.  "Why don't we just go back to the hotel now?  I'm sure no one
will even realize we are gone."

She shook her head and took another step back.  "No way... you KNOW someone is
gonna wonder where I am.  I'm not exactly inconspicuous, you know.  Besides,
this is something that really shouldn't have happened.  I'm not a big fan of
romance in the workplace."

He smirked, but straightened up to walk back to the pavilion.  "I didn't say
that ROMANCE was on my mind."

She blushed beet red, and looked at him.  "Let's just forget about this, ok?"
and she walked back on her own.

What she didn't hear was his answer.  "I have no intention of forgetting about
ANYTHING, darlin'" he drawled as he sauntered back behind her.

Her reappearance at the dance pavilion was commented upon by several folks, but
she airily blew it off, mentioning that it was just so darned hot and she
needed to get some fresh air.  No one commented upon his disappearance at the
same time... he didn't really have anyone who kept tabs on his whereabouts.

As the night wore on, she was completely self-conscious.  She could sense his
every move, whether he was over at the bar or dancing behind her with someone
else.  His eyes followed her from partner to partner, to the rest room, or to a
chair to rest for a moment.  She felt something in her stomach flip every time
their eyes met, and she cursed the impulse that had led her into the awkward
situation.

Finally it was time to go back to the hotel.  There was a group of about 12 of
them, everywhere on the spectrum from cold sobriety to drunk as a skunk.  They
walked back, talking, joking, even singing and dancing.  She spent a little
time with everyone, except him.  She thought maybe that wasn't noticed until
she got to her room and her roommate asked her if they had maybe gotten into an
argument.  The roommate then wearily got into bed, and she decided that she was
going to head down to the pool area for a late night swim.

She dove into the quiet pool, which had three or four other people in and
around it, and the fates being what they are, a head popped up next to hers and
shook like a shaggy dog.  It was him. "And I thought you were avoiding me," he
smiled at her.  

She didn't smile back.  "I was." 

He disappeared under the water and the next thing she knew, he had grabbed her
by the ankles and dunked her.   She came up sputtering while he laughed.  "You
are so... dunkable," he chuckled.

She coldly responded, "You know, I really think we should just keep this on a
professional level, ok?"  It was a frosty tone, which she employed seldom, but
it seemed to intimidate people when she did.  And right now she needed a little
bit of space.

"No, it is not ok" he answered calmly as he quickly disappeared and he pulled
her underwater again.

Now she was getting annoyed.  "Look.  I just want you to leave me alone," she
informed him.

He pushed her along in the pool up to a corner.  Softly he said, "I really
don't think that's what you want, is it?"  He ran his hand around her waist and
moved closer until his body was pressing against hers.  "I know that you liked
my kiss, so don't deny it.  Why don't you think about what else of mine you
might like just as much."  He looked side to side, and seeing no one in sight,
he pulled her face up and kissed her hungrily.

 -~Dammit,' she thought,  -~he does kiss REALLY well...and he knows it.  I hate
that.' and she gave herself up to the scorching heat that was running through
her body.  

One kiss led to another, and the next thing she knew, he was nibbling on her
neck and she heard herself gasping for breath.  Her hands wandered across his
shoulders and across the profuse expanse of curly hair covering his chest.  In
a dim corner of her mind she registered the thought that the rest of him was as
hirsute as his face was.

He felt her pulse race as he licked the base of her neck where it joined her
collarbone, and he smiled inwardly.  He knew that a woman full of vitality like
she was would be passionate.  He had heard her joking tales about her
boyfriends and dates and had thought to himself many times that she just didn't
know what to look for in a man.  She always dated studious and serious men, but
what she really needed was a  -~bad boy' to let herself go.  He hadn't really
intended for it to be him, but for some reason, this week, he just couldn't
control himself.

She pushed his hands away as she felt him pulling at the straps to her
swimsuit.  "No... no..." she moaned, trying to maintain a shred of decency. 
While the hotel pool was now deserted, and it was the wee hours of the morning,
she couldn't bear the thought of someone she knew from work coming upon her
this way.

He felt her begin to panic and he stopped himself.  He pressed himself against
her hard, and he was sure she could feel the semi-hardness of his cock against
her vulva.  He kissed his way to her ear and whispered, "Come to my room. 
Please."

She shook her head in a negative, but he bit her earlobe and she moaned.  "Come
on..." he whispered again and he pulled her by the hand to the steps of the
swimming pool.  

It was when he lifted her hand to his mouth and sucked one of her fingers into
it that she let herself be guided out of the pool, and they didn't even stop
for the towels on their chairs.  He led her to the elevator, and they got on
the deserted car.  He pressed the proper floor and as the doors shut, they
hungrily kissed again.  

The elevator ride was short, and as the doors opened, she knew that she should
just be strong and go back to her own room and go to sleep.  Unfortunately, the
rational side of her personality had now been completely taken over by the
physical need to feel his body next to her.  They went down the hall, and she
silently prayed that no one from their division would decide they needed ice in
the middle of the night.  He opened the door and gently nudged her in.

The drips of water from the pool were minimal now, but their suits were still
wet, and he watched her nipples harden from the air conditioning.  He felt his
cock twitch as he contemplated what they would taste like in his mouth, and
then he didn't want to contemplate anything, as he took two steps to her and
their lips connected again.

He sat down on the bed and pulled her between his legs.  In their current
position, his face was on a level with her breasts and he leaned forward.

The last thing she wanted to do was stop kissing, but when he sat down on the
bed, she shivered, knowing that they were about to take the next step.  She
didn't even think about stopping him as she watched his mouth open and latch
onto her left nipple right through the fabric of her swimsuit.  She groaned as
she felt his teeth pull on it and her hands ran through his hair and held him
to her.

He pulled her suit down past her ankles, exposing her lush curves to his gaze
and then shot a molten glance up to her face.  Her usually wide open eyes were
slitted and the pupils were dilated, making her chocolate brown eyes pools of
darkness that matched his own.  His hands reached out and grasped her tits,
pulling her flesh out, stretching the orbs towards him, almost elongating them.
 He could barely fit his hands around them, and their pale softness contrasted
starkly against his tanned hands.

He slipped his hands down to her waist and as he leaned back on the bed, she
gently lay on top of him.  Her weight pushed him into the mattress, and he felt
totally surrounded by the heat of her body, despite the coolness of the room. 
It was an arousing feeling, and he felt himself grow harder at the thought of
actually being inside her warmth.

She cringed inwardly as they sank onto the bed.  She hated to be on top -
usually her abundant curves weren't an issue, but with someone new she worried
that he would be turned off by her plumpness.  And while she had started out
somewhat reluctant in this encounter, she had given up her qualms with a
vengeance, and now she wanted nothing more than to be as bad as this bad boy
wanted her to be.

She could feel his cock against her, and she straddled him, feeling it rub up
against her wet pussy, causing an electric pulse to race from that very spot,
through her clit, to her nipples, and all the way to the synapses of her brain.
 He pushed her up and slid down, so that her breasts were dangling in his face,
and when he took one between his hands and pulled it down to nurse on it, she
tossed her hair and almost wailed with the pleasure she felt.

He absolutely was enraptured by the flush that was covering her body.  He loved
the way she was throwing her head back, and he had no doubts that she was
enjoying this every bit as much as he was, even without the sensual sounds
coming from her throat.  Her responses were a total rush to him, and he was
glad he had finally given in to the impulse that had been telling him for
months that she was something special.

He pushed her forward, with the intention of sliding down to taste her hot lust
juices, but she resisted for the first time.  He pushed harder, and he felt her
stiffen, and he wondered why.  Not wanting to ruin the encounter, he stopped,
and told himself that he would make sure there was a next time, during which he
would feast on her wet cunt like it was his last meal.  Instead, he felt her
pulling him up.  

She kissed him as she relaxed again.  She loved to feel a tongue and teeth on
her delicate folds, but she was self-conscious about being on top of him, and
she still worried about smothering him.  She hoped that he wouldn't push the
issue tonight, because what she really wanted right now was to feel him slide
what felt like a wonderfully perfect sized throbbing prick deep into her, and
then  fuck her for as long as they could keep going.

She turned onto her side, and lay in the bed next to him, as their tongues
continued to duel, keeping their passions peaked, and she began to pull his
trunks down.  She kept stopping as she became carried away by the kiss, and
finally he reached down and just yanked them off.

She pulled back and looked down.  His curly dark chest hair ran down his toned
abs and formed a trail leading to a visibly pulsing cock that was crying out
for her touch.  She reached out one of her milky white hands and wrapped it
around his hardness - or just barely managed to hold it, at least.  His
stiffness was, in her estimation, a very perfect size, maybe about 8 or so
inches long, and oh so very thick.  She felt a twitch in her pussy at the
thought of it spreading her open and sliding inside.

His long low groan was music to her ears.  He had closed his eyes when she
touched him, but now he opened them up and looked at her with his mesmerizing
gaze.  "God DAMMIT that feels so good, girl," he mumbled as he looked at her
while she stroked him.

She smiled at him and leaned over to kiss him, "Yes, it does feel good," she
whispered as she caressed him, reaching down to fondle his balls with her other
hand.

A few more moments of her touch and he was ready to explode.  He suddenly
pushed her away and shut his eyes, breathing deeply.  He opened his eyes when
he felt a tickle on the very tip of his cock and looked down to see her with
her tongue extended, teasing the droplet of pre-cum from his body.  That was
all it took.  He felt his balls seem to melt and he reached down to grab his
cock at the very base to stop him from shooting just yet. 

As the moment passed, he made an animal noise and threw her back onto the bed. 
He slipped between her legs and drove himself deep into the searing moistness
of her pussy.  They both cried out at the intensity of their joining. 

She hadn't dreamed of him in this way until tonight, but the thought crossed
her mind that she had definitely been missing out.  The way he thrust into her,
sometimes hard and quick jabs, and then slowly sliding out or just teasing her
with a few inches at a time was driving her insane.  She had felt like she was
on the brink of a climax since their first kiss at the pavilion that night, and
she didn't want to wait any longer.  She wrapped her legs around his ass and
pulled him into her, begging for him to fuck her fast and deep in words that
the rest of their colleagues would be appalled that she even knew, much less
voiced.

He was so close to the edge himself that he didn't know if he was going to be
able to hold out long enough to feel her orgasm around him.  He responded to
her pleading by telling her to cum, dammit... NOW!

When she heard him demand for her to cum, that was all it took.  She screamed
loudly as she burst into a thousand pieces of flaming flesh, each one shaking
with the force of her orgasm.  She felt herself contract around his hardness
inside her and she bit his shoulder hard in her pleasure.

He wasn't sure if it was the pulsating clenching of her silky walls, her
impassioned scream, or even the sharpness of her teeth when she bit into him,
but he roared over the precipice just seconds behind her.  He rammed himself
into her as far as he could and held himself there as he felt the burning
liquid lust race through his cock and spurt almost impossibly hard into her
depths.  Her body was milking him of his essence over and over until he was
drained.

He collapsed on top of her, panting, and she wrapped her arms around him as
small aftershocks caused her to spasm every so often around his softening
prick.  Her quick, shallow breaths ruffled his hair as they came down off the
ecstasy high that they had created together.

As he slipped out of her, he moaned and she whimpered at the feeling.  He
rolled over, turned the light off and gathered her in his arms.  "Wait till the
morning," he whispered to her.  "I'm really a morning kind of guy."  She
giggled, and whispered back.  "Maybe you should move the wake up call an hour
earlier then... I'm really an any-time-of-day girl."

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