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 ï>¿The Work Trip by madmartigan37

   The Work Trip Pt.  01

   Coworkers on a work trip get unexpectedly close.

   I work in a call center for a company.  I won't say which one, but it's
in Canada so we have both English and French customers to assist.  It's a
smaller company and when I started we only had one office building.  After
a few years our business had increased to the point where we were getting a
lot more French customers, which meant we needed more bilingual service
representatives.  It happens that in the city where our main office is
located there aren't as many French speaking people as there are in some
other parts of Canada.  We were starting to have trouble finding enough
bilingual people in the area to hire.

   It was decided that we needed to open a second office in an area with
more French speakers.  This would let us hire the amount of staff we needed
and keep up with attrition as some folks moved up to other jobs or left the
company.  One of the upper managers came from a small town up north that
was very bilingual and she pitched the idea that we should open our new
office there.  The executive committee agreed.

   After some deliberation, a new building was located, rented and
furnished.  Interviews were conducted and a bunch of employees were hired
for our northern office.  Our training lead was scheduled to go up north
for six weeks and do all the training.  But then a week before she was
supposed to go she ended up having to take a sudden, unexpected medical
leave.

   Upper management panicked.  We had another trainer of course, but in
what was probably not the most brilliant of all plans, he was scheduled to
start a training class of new hires in our main office the same week as the
class was supposed to start up north.  He couldn't be in both places at
once.  Both classes had to go forward because the new hires all had
contracts with a fixed start date and upper management refused to consider
the idea of paying any of them to do nothing.

   That's where Mina and I came in.

   At the time this happened I'd been with the company long enough to have
gotten a couple of promotions and I was what's called a Resolution Case
Manager.  That's a fancy sounding title that covered a wide range of
duties, most of which you don't need to know about.  What's relevant to the
story is that one of my duties was to work closely with the training team
to help transition our new hires from the classroom to the phones.  If it
helps you can think of me as a mix of backup trainer and live support. 
During their first few days on the phones if the new hires couldn't figure
out what to do on a call they could put the caller on hold and wave me
down. I'd run over and talk them through the situation.  I knew how to use
all the systems and I knew how to explain them to people who hadn't used
them much before.

   Mina was a Resolution Case Manager too.  I'd known her for a couple of
years.  We'd had similar trajectories through the company and been on the
same team for most of them.  She was a cute brunette, tall and a little
gawky.  She had a dancer's body, with smaller breasts but amazing legs.  At
the time all this happened I was thirty-nine and she had just turned
thirty.

   The day after the training lead went on leave Mina and I got called into
an emergency meeting with some bigwigs.  Long story short, they'd decided
that Mina and I together were the equivalent of a trainer and asked us to
take on the northern training class.

   It meant six weeks in a small town in the middle of nowhere, but we were
both familiar with the material and all the course work was already
designed and ready.  Plus they offered us both extra vacation time for
after we got back to sweeten the deal.  By the next day we'd both agreed to
go.

   I won't bore you with all the nuts and bolts of packing and organizing
and getting there, but there are a few more pieces that are relevant to
setting up how this happened.  It was late October when the training class
started and we were going to be there until mid December.  I could have
driven my own car, but in researching a little about where we were going to
be, I found out they don't measure snow in inches, they measure it in feet.
I didn't want that much wear and tear on my car and Mina didn't want it on
hers either.  The company agreed to fly us up north and pay for rental
cars. Of course, we found out at the last minute that they'd only pay for
two rental cars on the weekends.  During the week they expected us to share
one and carpool between our hotel and the new office.

   Not wanting to have to pay the cost of a second rental car on our own,
we agreed to the carpooling plan.  Once we got up there this meant we ended
up grabbing dinner together most nights on the way home from work.  Oh
sure, we could have just driven straight back to the hotel, and then taken
turns using the car to do our own thing, but that would have been a lot of
effort.  Training the class each day was a lot of work and a certain amount
of improvisation since neither of us had ever done it before.  At the end
of most days we were both tired enough to want to take it as easy as
possible to rest up for the next day.

   That meant we ended up spending a fair amount of time together every
evening after work.  Since we were both sick of talking about work by that
time of day, we talked a lot about other things.  We discussed shows we
liked and books we'd read and funny stories from our past.  We started to
get to know each other pretty well.

   On Thursday of our second week in town we stopped for pizza after work.
Somehow, I found myself eating a slice with ham, pineapple and hot peppers
on it.  I've always been a die-hard believer that pineapple on pizza is
disgusting, but Mina talked me into it.  She can be very charming when she
wants something and it can be hard to say no to her.  I have to admit it
wasn't bad.  The hot peppers balanced out some of the sweetness of the
pineapple, making it tolerable to eat.

   As we were eating Mina got a text.  She checked it and the
self-satisfied smirk she'd had on her face since proving me wrong about the
pizza was replaced by a frown.  She rolled her eyes and shoved her phone
back in her purse.

   "Everything okay?" I asked.

   "Just Brad," she said, shaking her head.  "I don't want to get into it."

   Brad was her boyfriend.  They'd been dating for as long as I'd known her
and a year or two longer than that from what I'd heard.  They lived
together, or at least they did when she wasn't staying in a hotel in the
middle of nowhere.  Brad hadn't come up north with her.

   "Fair enough," I said.  "If you need a friendly ear let me know."

   She nodded and we let it drop for the night.

   The next morning when we met up to head out to work I couldn't help but
notice she looked tired.  There were bags under her eyes and her hair was
up in a ponytail.  Earlier in the week she'd confessed that she only put
her hair up at work when she was feeling tired or lazy.  "Can you drive?"
she asked, holding out the keys.

   "Sure," I said, grabbing them from her.  "You okay?"

   She started to reply and then was interrupted by a massive yawn.  "I'm
fine," she said once she could stop yawning again.

   We both got into the car.  "Tell me to mind my own business if you
want," I said as I started the car, "but it doesn't seem like you're fine.
Did you not get much sleep?"

   She sighed and for a second I was sure she was about to tell me to stay
out of it, but then she shrugged.  "I was up late talking to Brad," she
said.

   "You guys arguing about something?" I asked.  "You seemed kind of pissed
last night by that text he sent."

   "Not arguing exactly," she said.  "There's just something he wants me to
do that he keeps bugging me about and I'm not sure I want to do."

   "Rob a bank?" I said.

   She laughed.  "Oh damn, you guessed it," she said.  "Now I'll have to
kill you." She paused for a moment and then said "He wants me to take some
pictures for him."

   "Oh I see," I said, not quite sure how to reply to that.  I was pretty
sure I knew what kind of pictures she meant.  "Well I guess I can
understand him asking, with you guys being long distance right now, but if
you don't want to do it he should respect that."

   "It's more complicated than that," she said.  "It's not just nudes, I
send him those all the time, I like doing that." I was watching the road
but from the corner of my eye I saw her clap both hands over her mouth and
blush as soon as she said that.  "That was probably too much information,"
she said in a low voice.

   I cleared my throat and then tapped the time on the dashboard.  "Hey,
we're not on the clock yet," I said.  "I won't tell HR if you don't."

   She laughed again and then I saw her shrug.  "What the hell," she said.
"Maybe it'll help me figure out what I want to do it if I talk it out.  Do
you mind?"

   "Go for it," I said.

   "Okay," she said.  "He wants pictures of me blowing another guy."

   I almost swerved off the road.  Whatever I'd been expecting it wasn't
that.  "Oh wow," I said.  "Brad likes to watch huh?"

   "He does," she said.  "He's been trying to convince me for a long time
now to fool around with another guy in front of him.  I've never gone
through with it.  I guess it always seemed like a bad idea to fool around
with someone that we might have to see again after."

   "Oh I see," I said as it started to make sense.  "Now that you're in the
middle of nowhere he figures you can pick up a random guy, blow him and
then leave town so you'll never have to see him again."

   "Exactly," she said, nodding.

   "How do you feel about it?" I said.

   "I'm not sure," she said with a shrug.  "Part of me thinks it could be
fun and I know Brad really wants me to." She trailed off and sighed.

   "Then what's stopping you?" I said.

   "It just seems so awkward," she said.  "I mean, can you imagine?  I walk
up to some guy in a bar and say what?  Hey buddy want a blowjob?  Oh, but
can I take pictures so my boyfriend can see?" She shuddered theatrically.

   "Well okay," I said.  "That might not be the best opening line."

   She laughed.  "But seriously," she said.  "What guy's going to go for
that?"

   "You might be surprised," I said.  "A blowjob from a hot girl with no
strings attached, except for a few pics?  There's guys who'd go for that
for sure."

   There was a pause, "You think I'm hot?" she said, with an expression I
recognized by now as her mischievous face.  I could tell she was teasing
me.

   "Not the point," I said, wagging a finger at her.

   "That's not a no," she said, then laughed and let me off the hook.  "I
guess maybe it could work," she said.  "I just don't love the idea of
hitting a bar by myself to try and pick up a random guy.  Especially in a
place I don't know very well."

   I shrugged.  "Want me to be your wingman?" I said.

   "Seriously?" she said.

   "Sure, why not?" I said.  "I can come out to a bar with you and hang
around having a few drinks while you do your thing.  If you get a bad vibe
from anybody I'll be right there to back you up."

   "You're sweet to offer," she said.  "Let me think about it and let you
know okay?"

   "Sure thing," I said.

   That was all we said about it that day.  I figured there was a good
chance she'd be embarrassed that she'd told me as much as she had and she
might never bring it up again.

   Turns out I was wrong.

   Friday morning she looked happier and more wide awake.  As soon as we'd
gotten in the car to go to work I found out why.

   "Hey, what are you doing tonight?" she asked.

   "Nothing much," I said with a shrug.  "Probably order room service and
watch movies on my laptop."

   "Can I ask a favor?" she said.

   "Shoot," I said.

   "Would you come out to the bar with me tonight?" she said.

   "Sure," I said.  It was early yet and I hadn't had any coffee so I
hadn't quite clued in what she might have in mind.

   She must have figured that out because she leaned in.  "Remember what we
talked about yesterday morning?" she said.  Her voice was low as if there
was a crowd of people around us that might overhear instead of us being
alone in the car.  "I'm going to give it a try."

   "You're going to give it..." at that moment a few brain cells fired and
I figured out what she was talking about.  "Oh!  You're going to try and
meet a guy?"

   She gave me a big smile and nodded.  "I told Brad I would try this
weekend," she said.  "He's so excited."

   "Well okay then," I said.  "You've got yourself a wingman." I held out
my fist and she bumped it with hers and laughed.

   The rest of that Friday flew by, at least for me.  Mina complained a
couple of times that the day was dragging on, but anticipation will do that
sometimes.  I could tell she was really looking forward to that night.

   On the way home from work we stopped at a little diner she'd picked out.
She ordered chicken noodle soup.

   "Soup?" I said, raising an eyebrow at her.  She'd been quite the foodie
so far in our stay so this seemed a little bland for her.

   "Soup" she said, nodding at me, "It won't bother my stomach if I'm
nervous later and I won't have gross breath either.  I have to make a good
impression you know."

   I was impressed.  "You've thought this through," I said.

   "Damn right," she said.

   We went back to the hotel after that and went our separate ways for
awhile, since it was still too early to hit the bar.

   At 9:30 I got a text from Mina.
Mina: Are you ready?

   Right after that I got another text from her.
Mina: You better be ready!.

   I laughed.  I couldn't resist teasing her a little so I texted back:
Me: Ready for what?

   Less than ten seconds later there was a knock on my door.  I opened it
to find Mina standing there frowning at her phone and shaking her head. 
"You're not funny," she said.

   "Did you seriously text me while you were already on the way to my
room?" I asked.  "Twice?"

   "Give me a break, I'm nervous," she said.

   "You don't have to be nervous," I said.  "You look great." She did.  Her
jacket was undone so I could see she was wearing a clingy black dress and
black stilettos that made her legs look even longer.

   "Well thank you," she said.  "Now can we go?  Before I wimp out?"

   I laughed.  "Okay, let's go," I said.

   We got to the bar she'd picked out just before 10:00.  We checked our
coats and she picked out a spot for me near the bar that she felt had the
best line of sight to anywhere she might go.

   "Go easy drinking," she said.  "You're no good to me if you have to keep
running to the bathroom and I can't find you."

   I sketched a little mock salute.  "Aye, aye ma'am," I said.

   She blushed.  "I'm sorry," she said.  "I'm being rude.  You're doing me
a favor."

   I waved a hand to brush off the apology.  "It's okay," I said.  "You
just want this to work out.  I get it.  I'm not offended."

   "Thank you," she said.  "Wish me luck."

   "Good luck," I said and I meant it.  She was so eager for this to work
out that I just hoped she wasn't going to get disappointed.

   I ordered a drink and people watched for awhile.  I did my best not to
stare at Mina, figuring that guys she might meet could be put off by some
random dude who couldn't take his eyes off her.  But I glanced over every
now and then to make sure she was okay.

   For awhile she circled the place without approaching anyone.  I figured
she was scoping out the prospects.  Thirty minutes in I hadn't seen her
talking to anyone for more than a few seconds, so I wondered if she was
losing her nerve.  But then the next time I checked she was sitting at a
table with a guy, chatting and smiling.  For the next few songs on the
jukebox I could see out of the corner of my eye that they were still
sitting together.

   I thought for sure she was in, but then in the middle of the song after
that the guy shook his head, stood up and walked away.  From the look on
Mina's face I figured he wasn't on his way to get his jacket so they could
leave together.

   A few minutes later she walked over to stand next to me at the bar and
order another drink.  "That was a bust," she whispered to me while she
waited for the bartender.  "He wouldn't go for it."

   "His loss," I said.  "But the night is young.  You can keep trying."

   The bartender came back with her drink then, so she didn't say anything
else.  She just tipped the bottle to me in a kind of salute and then walked
back into the crowd.

   It took her longer to pick out a second guy.  I saw her approach a few
people and chat, but it never seemed to go on for more than a few
sentences. I figured she was hoping to have a one on one conversation, but
a lot of guys in the bar were either already with a date, or else were out
in a big group.

   When she did sit down with another guy it looked like it was going well.
They talked for a long time.  I was surprised when this time it was Mina
who ended up shaking her head, standing up and walking away.

   She walked over to me and leaned up against the bar next to me, looking
back out over the crowd.

   "He wasn't up for it?" I asked.

   "No, he was too up for it," she said.  "He wanted to do it, but he kept
suggesting I should fuck him too.  No way I'd agree to that with some
random guy." She frowned and shook her head before she continued.  "Near
the end he said he would do it and we didn't have to fuck, but I didn't get
a good vibe from him.  I feel like in the heat of the moment he might not
take no for an answer, you know?"

   "Good call walking away then," I said.  "Guy sounds like an asshole." I
checked my watch.  It was just before midnight.  "Still got a few hours
until closing.  You want to..."

   "Oh shit," said Mina, cutting me off and pointing.

   I turned to look at what she was pointing at and saw two of the people
from our training class walking in the bar's front door.

   I could guess right away what Mina was thinking.  Neither of us had
talked that much about our personal lives to the class, but we had shared
some details.  Mina had told them a little about her boyfriend and the dog
they had together.  If they saw her trying to pick up another guy it would
raise questions that she wouldn't want to answer.  They might never ask
those questions out loud in front of her, but I could guess that Mina
wouldn't want them gossiping behind her back either.

   "What are the odds of that huh?" I said, trying to keep my tone light.

   She raised an eyebrow at me.  "This town isn't that big.  There's not
that many bars.  Doesn't seem that unlikely to me, just fucking annoying."

   "Well, maybe they won't stay that long," I said.  "We could wait awhile
and see?"

   She didn't answer right away, but then at last she shook her head and
gave me a sad smile.  "No, this is a bust," she said.  "Can we get out of
here?  Please?"

   "Okay," I said, getting up from my seat.

   We made our way back to the car in silence.  I was hoping she would talk
first since I didn't know what to say just then.  I didn't have to wait
long.

   "That sucked," she said, as we were pulling out of the parking lot.

   "Yeah," I said.  "Sorry it didn't work out for you, but I'm happy to
come out another time if you want to try again."

   She shrugged.  "With my luck we'll run into more trainees next time."

   I didn't know what to say to that.  For all I knew she was right.  "You
thinking you're going to tell Brad he's out of luck?" I asked after she'd
been silent a few minutes.  Not the most encouraging I know, but I didn't
want her to feel like I was pressuring her into this too.  It wasn't my
idea in the first place.

   "I don't want to do that," she said.  It sounded like she was going to
say something else and then she trailed off into silence again.

   I kept driving.  We'd gone a few streets further when I heard her take a
deep breath and let it out slowly.

   "Okay," she said.  "I'm going to tell you something.  I hope you won't
be mad."

   "I'll do my best," I said.

   "When I told Brad I was going to do this, I told him the whole plan,"
she said.  "Including the fact that you knew what was happening and that
you were going to be my wingman."

   I was a little surprised at that, but not too much.  "I'm not mad about
that," I said and I meant it.  "I don't blame you for being honest.  Might
make conversation with me and Brad a little awkward, but I really only see
him once a year at the company Christmas party anyway."

   She took another deep breath.  "Um, that wasn't the part I was afraid
you'd be mad about," she said.

   "Keep talking," I said.  I had no idea what she was about to say.

   "Well," she said.  "He sort of suggested that if this didn't go well,
that I could maybe keep you in mind as a backup option.  Since you already
knew what was happening and all."

   "As a backup option?" I said.

   I'm not always this dense.  Honest.

   "For me to...ah...you know," she said.  She made a jerking off motion
with one hand.

   The pieces came together.  "Oh," I said.  For the second time in two
days I was surprised enough that I almost swerved off the road.

   "I said I'd think about it," she said after I'd straightened the car out
again.  "So...now I'm thinking about it."

   I was so shocked I couldn't think of anything to say at first.  Then
something occurred to me.  "Wait, didn't you tell me he didn't want you to
do this with someone you might see again?"

   She shook her head.  "No," she said.  "That was always my condition, not
his.  He's tried more than once to convince me to blow his best friend and
we see him all the time."

   I fell silent again, thinking it over.  I have to admit I didn't hate
the idea.  I'd been single for a long time so that was a factor.  And I'd
thought Mina was attractive since the day I first saw her, I can't lie
about that.  We were coworkers true, but we were both adults.  Maybe we
could find a way to make it work.

   I must have been silent awhile thinking it over.  Eventually she put a
hand on my shoulder.  "I'm sorry," she said.  "I shouldn't have brought it
up.  You've been so good about all this and now I went and made it weird."

   "Hang on," I said.  "I didn't say no."

   "You didn't," she said.  "Does that mean...." she trailed off, tilting
her head to the side as she looked at me like I was a puzzle she was trying
to solve.

   "I'm thinking," I said.  "You know we still have to work together after
this.  I mean, if we do this."

   She nodded.  "I know.  But I've always thought you were a good guy, and
I've gotten to know you better since we've been here.  I feel like....like
I can trust you, you know?"

   "Are you sure this isn't the beer talking?" I said.  "I did almost drive
us off the road a minute ago."

   She laughed.  "Give me a break," she said.  "We were there like two
hours and I had two beers.  More like one and a half, I didn't even finish
the second one.  If you think that would make me too drunk to make a
rational decision I'm offended."

   It was my turn to laugh.  "Okay, fair enough," I said.

   By this time we had made it to the hotel parking lot, so I found a
space, parked and then turned to look at her.  "You're sure this is
something you want to do?" I asked.  "You're not suggesting it because
Brad's giving you a hard time about this and you just want to get it over
with?"

   She shook her head.  "I'm not going to lie," she said.  "Even before he
suggested it I was already considering you as an option.  I want to do
this." She blushed a little but didn't look away.

   I looked her in the eyes for a long moment and then nodded.  "Okay
then," I said.  "I'm in."

   She smiled.  "Let's go to your room," she said.  "You might have trouble
seeing straight when we're done and I wouldn't want you getting lost if you
had to find your way home from mine."

   I laughed.  "You're going to blow my mind huh?" I said.

   "Among other things," she said, winking at me.

   We headed back into the hotel together and made our way to my room.

   Once we were inside she kicked off her shoes and tossed her jacket over
the back of a chair and told me to get comfy.  I also ditched my jacket and
shoes but didn't take anything else off yet.

   She sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at me.  "Okay,
logistics," she said.  She took her phone out of her purse and held it out
to me.  "Can you take the pictures?" she asked.  "I don't really want to
try and do that at the same time as I'm juggling everything else."

   I took the phone.  "Just pictures?" I said.  "No video?"

   She shook her head.  "I don't have that much data on my phone and the
WiFi here sucks." She was right about that, it was slow at best and tended
to drop connection at the most annoying times.

   "Take lots though please," she said.  "I want to have options so I can
send Brad the best ones."

   "Okay," I said.  A thought occurred to me.  "Um, when I'm getting close
to the end do you want me to signal you or anything?"

   "Oh good question," she said.  "Normally I'd say no since I like to
swallow, but I guess Brad would enjoy a money shot.  So yeah, let me know
before it happens."

   I nodded and she laughed.  "What?" I said.

   "I feel like I'm directing a porn shoot," she said.  "Which I guess I
kind of am?"

   I nodded again and we both laughed.

   "Promise you'll do your best to have fun and we'll do our best not to
make this weird after?" she asked.

   "I will if you will," I said.

   "Agreed," she said.  She held out her hand and we shook on it.

   She stood up and had me take her place on the edge of the bed.  "Ready?"
she asked as she stood in front of me.

   "Ready," I said.  I held the phone up in front of me, looking at her
through its camera screen.

   She knelt on the ground in front of me.  Her dress rode up on her
thighs, so I could see her panties.  They were black lace, sheer and tiny.

   My cock, which had already been stirring pretty much since I'd walked
into the room with her, leapt to attention.

   She noticed.  "I'd call that a good start," she said, giving me a wicked
smile.  I had to take a picture of her like that.

   I'm not going to describe every time that I took a picture, in part
because I think it would derail the flow of the story and in part because I
honestly don't remember them all.  I'll tell you about some of the best
ones though and let's just leave it at that.

   She reached out and pushed me so that I was leaning back, supporting
myself with my hands behind me on the bed.

   Then she undid my belt, pulled it free and tossed it aside on the floor.
She unbuttoned my jeans, slid the zipper down and then pulled them off,
leaving me in my boxers.

   My erection was even more obvious now.  Still smiling she reached out
and stroked my cock through the boxers.  Her touch was light at first,
almost tentative, but then grew firmer as she got more confident.

   She stroked me a few more times and then as if she couldn't wait any
longer, moved her hands to the sides of the boxers to pull them down and
then off.

   After she had tossed the boxers aside she looked at my cock for the
first time and I saw her eyes widen.  "Oh," she said, sounding startled.

   "What is it?" I asked.

   "You're just bigger than I'm used to..." she blushed, cleared her throat
and continued.  "I mean, bigger than I was expecting."

   Now don't get me wrong I'm not huge.  I know guys telling these stories
always make themselves out to be hung like a porn star, but that's not me.
Mine is average in length, and maybe a bit above average in thickness.

   For her to say that I was bigger than she was used to made me feel
disappointed for her, since it suggested that Brad wasn't packing too much
in that department.  But the expression on her face as she looked at my
cock did not make me feel like she was disappointed with what she was
seeing now.  Far from it in fact, so I was happy to lie there and let her
explore.

   She reached out with one finger to touch me, tracing a path along the
shaft up to the tip.  That one finger rubbed circles around the head of my
cock for a few moments and then she brought her other fingers and thumb
around to cup the head completely.  She stroked me up and down gently.  It
felt fantastic.  If she had kept doing that and done nothing else it would
have gotten me off.  But it was clear she had no intention of stopping
there.

   She moved her fingers back down the shaft to the base and tilted it
forward to give her a better angle.  Then she leaned forward, gave me
another smile and then brushed the shaft with her lips like a kiss.  After
that she slipped her tongue out between her lips and licked a slow path
from the base of my cock up to the tip.  It was electrifying.  I couldn't
help gasping and she winked at me.

   Her tongue kept moving back and forth along my cock as she stroked my
balls with her hand.  She kept the pace slow at first.  At times she would
speed up for a few strokes and then slow down again.  From her expression I
could tell she was in no hurry to finish the job and was enjoying teasing
me with the buildup.

   After keeping that up for a few minutes she stopped licking me and then
slipped my cock past her moist lips into her mouth.  She took me deeper
than I was expecting right away, almost the whole length of my cock sliding
into her mouth and throat.  She started bobbing her head back and forth,
slow at first and then a bit faster and then slow again.

   Only with a great effort of will was I able to remember to keep taking
pictures for her.  All I really wanted to do was bliss out and go along for
the ride.

   After another few minutes she surprised me by sliding both hands around
my hips and tugging up, like she wanted me to move.  Taking the hint I
started rocking my hips back and forth.  She winked and gave me a little
nod, indicating I'd figured out what she wanted.

   I kept it slow at first, but couldn't help from speeding up some until I
was fucking her throat.  Her mouth was warm and wet and soft and it felt
amazing.

   At one point she gave a little moan that surprised me again.  Looking
down I saw something I hadn't noticed before.  She had one hand inside her
panties and was fingering herself, even while she continued to blow me.  I
tilted the camera to make sure to get some shots of that.

   Knowing what she was doing to herself was hot enough to almost finish me
off, but I tried to hold back to give her time.

   Within a few minutes I knew I wasn't going to last much longer, but as
it turned out neither was she.  All of the sudden her moans got louder and
more frequent.  She pulled her panties to the side and slipped a finger
inside her pussy.  A few seconds after that her whole body started
shuddering.  She kept her mouth moving the whole time though, never missing
a stroke for me.

   As her shudders and moans started to subside I knew I couldn't take it
anymore.  "I'm going to cum," I said, wanting to keep my promise to let her
know.

   Still fingering herself, she grabbed my cock with her other hand and
moved her mouth away.  She stroked me with her hand, faster and faster
until I couldn't take it anymore.

   I came explosively.  She had kept my cock aimed so that a lot of my cum
went in her mouth, but some of it also splashed onto her face and her neck
and the front of her dress.

   In the blissful aftermath my hands were so unsteady that I was having
trouble holding the phone still.  But I did my best.  She was panting too,
which made it harder to get a good picture.  "Hold still," I said, poking
her in the arm with one hand.

   She laughed and then held her breath while I took a few more pictures of
her smiling for the camera.  In the pics she had one eye open and the other
closed because cum had splashed across it.

   After I'd taken several more pictures she tapped my wrist and said,
"okay, that's probably good."

   I tossed the phone aside and flopped back on the bed, breathing hard. 
"Damn," I said.  "That was awesome." That was an understatement.  I
remember thinking that Brad was a lucky guy and that if I was him I
wouldn't want to share her skills with anyone else.

   She stood up, her knees popping, and then flopped down on the bed next
to me.  "I'm glad you liked it," she said.  "I definitely did." Then she
wiped at her eye with her fingers.  "Except for the cum in my eye you jerk.
Next time could you try to at least aim away from my eyes?" Seemingly
without thinking about it she stuck her fingers in her mouth to lick the
cum off of them.

   "Next time?" I said, raising an eyebrow

   "Um..." she said, blushing a little and then turning an even deeper red
as she looked at what she was doing.

   She took her fingers out of her mouth but I poked her in the shoulder to
cut her off before she said anything else.  "Just teasing," I said.  "But
may I point out that you were the one doing the aiming at that point, so
really you did it to yourself."

   "I guess I did," she said.  "Does it at least look hot in the pictures?"

   "Hell yes," I said.

   "Good," she said.

   We lay there together for a few minutes and then she looked down at
herself.  With an embarrassed grin she tugged her panties back into place
and pulled her dress down to cover them.

   "Second thoughts?" I said.  "Regrets?" I pulled the blankets up over my
junk, not wanting her to be uncomfortable.

   She shook her head and put a hand on my arm.  "No, not at all," she
said. "I was just thinking about trying to look presentable when I walk
back to my room."

   I laughed.  "Okay fair," I said.

   She was silent for a moment.  Then she propped herself up on her elbow
so she could look me in the eye.  "Okay that's not entirely true," she
said. "I was also thinking that I wasn't expecting to masturbate, and I
hadn't talked to you about that before it happened.  But I got really
turned on by what we were doing and I couldn't help myself.  Is that okay?"

   "Are you kidding?" I asked.  "That was amazing."

   "Oh good," she said.  She gave me a relieved looking smile.  "I usually
want to talk things out with a partner before springing something on them,
so thanks for being understanding."

   "That makes sense," I said.  "But it wasn't like you did something
unexpected to me.  That was something you did to yourself.  And I have to
say it made it better for me knowing you enjoyed yourself."

   "All right," she said.  She held up her hand palm out towards me.  "High
five then."

   I laughed and high-fived her.  "Go team," I said.  She laughed.

   Then she sat up.  "Okay, I should get out of here," she said.  "Or else
I'm going to doze off and sharing a bed would be a little..." she waved her
hand back and forth like she was lost for words.

   "Too much?" I said.

   She nodded.  "Yes, exactly," she said.  "But can we have breakfast
together in the morning?  Just to touch base and get back to more normal
stuff?"

   "Sure thing," I said.

   She used the bathroom to wash up a little before she left.  While she
did that I pulled on my pants.

   On the way out she stopped to hug me.  "Thanks for doing this," she
said. "It means a lot."

   "You're welcome," I said, hugging her back.

   After she was gone I thought I'd be up for awhile thinking about what
happened, but I was so relaxed I fell asleep right away.

   The next morning we met for breakfast in the hotel restaurant.  She
seemed subdued, so I was worried that she was regretting what had happened.
Once we had our food and were seated at an out of the way table she said,
"I have a problem."

   I opened my mouth to say something but she put a hand up to stop me. 
"It's not about what happened with us," she said.  She smiled at me.  "I
had fun and have no regrets.  It's what happened after I sent Brad the
pictures last night."

   "Oh," I said, wincing.  "Is he upset?  Does he wish you hadn't gone
through with it?" I know a lot of guys like to fantasize about watching
their partner get it on with someone else, but I was thinking maybe Brad
didn't like the reality as much as he thought he would.

   "Oh no," she said, shaking her head.  "He loved it.  Here." She handed
me her phone.  It was open to a sequence of texts between her and Brad. 
She had sent him a bunch of pictures, including the ones that showed her
masturbating while she was blowing me.  Here's the sequence as best as I
can remember it:
Brad: Oh shit babe, these are so hot!!!!!
Mina: I'm glad you like them.
Brad: You rock.
Mina: Damn right.  But I'm beat.  I'm going to crash okay?
Brad: Ok.  Love you and goodnight!
Mina: Love you!
Mina: Night!

   Those were all time stamped from the night before.  Then there were more
from that morning, just before I met Mina for breakfast:

   Brad: I've jerked off to these pics three times already baby.  So
fucking hot!
Mina: I'm the best right?
Brad: Yeah you are.  Did you enjoy yourself?  It looks like you did.
Mina: Yeah, it was fun being dirty for you.
Brad: Any chance you want to do it again?
Mina: You want me to blow him again?
Brad: Any chance you'd be willing to go any further than that?
Mina: How far do you want me to go?
Brad: All the way baby.
Mina: You want me to fuck him?
Brad: Oh hell yeah.
Mina: Seriously?
Brad: Yes.
Mina: I don't know babe.
Mina: Let me think about it okay?
Brad: Okay.  Love you!
Mina: Love you too.  I'm going to go get breakfast.  Later!
Brad: Later babe.

   After reading those I handed her back the phone.  "Are you okay?" I
asked.

   "Yeah," she said.  "I'm not surprised.  I figured if I ever went this
far he'd want me to go further."

   "Well I can see how that might be a problem," I said.  "But you know you
can say no right?"

   "I know," she said.  "That's not the problem."

   "What is then?" I asked.

   She toyed with her food for a minute and then looked up at me with
another wicked smile.  "The problem is I don't want to say no."

   It took me a second to process that.  "Are you saying..." I started, but
she cut me off.

   "Want to fuck?" she asked mischievously.

   I was not expecting that...



   The Work Trip Pt.  02

   The Work Trip continues - the coworkers grow even closer.

   "Can I finish my pancakes first?" I said, stuffing a forkful in my mouth
and making a show of looking around the hotel restaurant.

   "Way to make a girl feel wanted," Mina said.  "You just missed a golden
opportunity to shove aside these dishes and take me right here on the
table."

   "Oh sure," I said.  "Because I was really hoping that this trip would
end up with both of us arrested for indecent exposure."

   She laughed.  But beneath the laughter she seemed nervous and I realized
she was probably worried she'd gone too far.

   I leaned forward and put my hand on top of hers.  "Joking aside," I
said, "I'm interested.  But could we maybe talk about it someplace a little
more private?"

   She looked around the room as if seeing it for the first time.  There
were a fair number of other guests around the restaurant.  "That's fair,"
she said.  "Want to come back to my room with me after breakfast?"

   "Sure thing," I said.

   We kept the conversation casual after that while we finished eating.  On
the way out I grabbed a to go cup and filled it with coffee.  I wanted to
make sure I was wide awake for whatever happened next.

   Mina led the way back to her room and let us both in.  I'd never been
inside her room before but I wasn't surprised to find it looked just like
mine.

   "Have a seat," said Mina.

   I was about to sit down but then I sipped the coffee I'd brought
upstairs with me and couldn't help making a face as the bitter flavor hit
my tongue.

   "What's wrong?" asked Mina.

   "I forgot to add cream," I said.

   "There's cream in the fridge," said Mina, waving her hand toward the
kitchen.

   I walked over and opened the fridge.  The cream would have been hard to
miss.  It was almost the only thing in the fridge, apart from some cans of
pop.

   "Is this all you've got?" I couldn't help but ask.

   "What do you mean?" she said.

   "Well what have you been eating?" I asked.

   "You've had dinner with me most nights," she said, with a puzzled look.
"You've seen me eat."

   "Sure," I said, "but what have you been doing for lunch?

   We'd been taking it in turns to eat lunch during the day at work.  Lunch
was an hour long, but neither of us took that long away from the classroom.
One of us would go to the staff lunchroom and eat while the other hung out
in the classroom in case any of the trainees had questions or needed extra
support with anything.  Then we'd swap.

   That gave us each only half an hour or so for lunch, which wasn't enough
time to go out and get anything.  The office was located on the outskirts
of town with nothing nearby but industrial space and other office
buildings. The closest food place was more than twenty minutes away in
lunch time traffic.

   Fortunately our company had put us up in long-term stay rooms at the
hotel.  The rooms had a decent kitchenette, including a full-sized fridge
with a freezer.  There was also an oven with a stovetop, and even a bunch
of cooking utensils and dishes.  I'd been making myself lunches at the
hotel and bringing them to the office with me during the day.  I'd assumed
Mina had been doing the same but based on the contents of her fridge there
was no way she was.

   In response to my question she pointed at the freezer.

   I opened it up and saw a half dozen frozen meals.  Cheap ones.  The
gross kind I used to eat sometimes as a broke undergrad student.

   "Oh god, seriously?" I asked.  "You know the company is giving us a per
diem for food right?  You could buy better groceries."

   "I don't cook," she said, blushing.

   "What?" I said.  "Seriously?"

   She nodded.  "Brad cooks," she said.  "I do the dishes.  That's always
been our trade-off.  He likes to cook and I hate it."

   Still looking in the fridge I pulled open the crisper, which was also
empty.  "You don't even have any fruit," I said.  "You know that you don't
have to cook fruit right?"

   "Shut up," she said, still blushing.  She was trying to look stern but I
could tell she was fighting to hide a smile.

   "Okay," I said, "change of plans for the day.  I know you wanted to talk
logistics, but we're going grocery shopping first.  This travesty cannot
stand." I gestured towards the frozen meals, shaking my head.

   "Aww, you're going to buy me groceries?" she said.  "You do care." She
blinked theatrically and wiped an imaginary tear from her eye.

   I laughed and shook my head.  "The company's buying," I said.  "But if
you tell me what you want to eat for lunches I'll find the ingredients. 
I'll even cook them for you."

   "You're sweet," she said.  "You sure you want to go to that much
trouble?"

   I looked in her fridge once more and nodded.  "I can't send you back to
Brad suffering from malnutrition," I said.  "Or scurvy," I added, pushing
the crisper closed with my foot.

   She laughed.  "I do eat veggies you know," she said.  "You've seen me
eat them."

   I shook my head and patted her on the shoulder.  "I'm pretty sure those
frozen meals counteract any good food you eat," I said.  "It's not a risk
worth taking."

   She rolled her eyes and swatted my hand away.  But then she grabbed my
hand, squeezed it and laughed again.  "I surrender," she said, picking up
the car keys from the kitchen counter.  "Let's go."

   We drove to the nearest grocery store.  There was also a bookstore in
the same plaza.  Once Mina saw it, her eyes lit up.  "Ooh, can we go there
first?" she asked.

   I'm a bit of a book nerd, so she didn't have to twist my arm too hard on
that one.

   We spent a couple of hours in the bookstore, looking at books and
talking about books.  Part way through our time there the bookstore
announced an impromptu scavenger hunt, with a prize for the first five
people who finished it.

   Mina got super into it, and swept me up along with her, so we ended up
racing around the store looking for the clues.  They were all literary
themed, which was to be expected for a bookstore contest.  Mina and I were
pretty evenly matched when it came to solving the clues, but her love of
mystery novels clinched it for us as she guessed a couple of references
that I wouldn't have.

   Nobody finished before us, so we were first and second place.  We each
got a $10 gift card, but I insisted she take both since without her I might
not have won.

   She used them to buy a little stuffed bear that was of all things,
wearing a trench coat and a Sherlock Holmes hat.  "To commemorate our
victory," she said with a grin.

   On our way out of the store she bumped shoulders with me.  "Thanks," she
said, still holding the bear.

   "For what?" I asked.

   "For coming with me," she said.  "Brad's not a big book guy.  He'll come
to bookstores with me if I ask, but as much as he tries to hide it I can
always tell he's not having fun while we're there.  It's a nice change to
go with someone that also likes books."

   "Any time," I said.

   We got groceries after that.  At first she was more worried about how
complicated things would be to cook and was focused on trying to pick easy
things.  I managed to convince her to pick out meals she wanted to eat and
not worry about the cooking part.

   By the time we got back to the hotel it was midafternoon and a light
snow had started falling.

   I helped her carry the groceries inside.  Once we were back in her room
she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror.  "Oh my god," she said,
leaning in for a closer look.

   "What?" I said.

   "You actually let me go out in public like this?" she said.  "I'm a
mess. I look like I rolled out of bed, threw on sweat pants and staggered
outside."

   "Is that not what you did?" I said, teasing her.

   "Don't make me throw an apple at you," she said, brandishing the grocery
bag she was holding.

   "Oh stop," I said.  "You look great." As far as I was concerned she did.
Maybe a little more casual than usual, but still cute.

   She blushed.  Putting down the bag she walked over to bump shoulders
with me again.  "Thanks.  But I think I need to kick you out so I can
shower."

   "Don't forget to put away the groceries first," I said.

   She looked at all the bags and then sighed.  "Okay," she said.  Then she
brightened.  "But after all that we can talk about fucking.  Or maybe just
fuck.  The bookstore thing was kind of like a date so maybe you've romanced
me enough already."

   My turn to blush for once.  She giggled when she saw it and then touched
my arm.  "If you don't want to..." she said, but I cut her off.

   "Maybe I'll go shower too," I said.  "You know, just in case."

   I winked at her and she smiled.  Then I left and closed the door behind
me.

   I went back to my room and showered.  After that I got dressed and then
sat by the window, watching it snow.  I don't know about you, but I find it
relaxing to watch the snow as long as I don't have to be out in it.

   I hadn't been sitting there very long when there was a knock at my door.
I opened it to find Mina leaning on the door frame.  At first glance it
looked like she was dressed for the office, in a white blouse and a black
miniskirt.  After a second look I realized everything was just a bit more
scandalous than usual.

   The blouse was more sheer and she had more buttons undone, showing more
cleavage.  The miniskirt was shorter than anything I'd seen her wear to
work before.  Her lipstick was a wilder shade of red.

   I liked it all.

   "Hey sailor," she said, smiling at me.

   I laughed.  "You look great," I said.

   "Thanks," she said.  "Can I come in?"

   "Sure," I said, stepping aside to let her pass.

   She walked in and tossed her purse and the car keys onto the side table
near the door.  Then she walked over to sit on the bed.  Gesturing towards
her outfit she raised an eyebrow.  "You like?" she asked.

   "I do," I said, nodding.  "I appreciate the effort."

   That's when the fire alarm went off.

   "Oh you've got to be fucking kidding me," said Mina.

   The fire alarm had gone off once before while we'd been here.  On the
Wednesday of our first week in town we'd come back from work at the end of
the day to find a bunch of people standing around in the parking lot,
waiting for the all-clear to go back inside.

   Out of curiosity I'd asked around to find out how long they'd been
waiting and it had been about twenty minutes by the time Mina and I got
there.  It was about another fifteen minutes after that before the alarm
went off and we were allowed back in the building.

   That memory triggered a few quick realizations.

   First, it was colder today than the last time the alarm had gone off.

   Second, Mina didn't have a coat with her and was otherwise not dressed
to spend thirty or more minutes outside in the snow.

   Third, her room was on a higher floor than mine.  The elevators would
have stopped running when the fire alarm went off.  Between that and the
expectation to evacuate we couldn't stop by her room to grab any of her
stuff on the way out.

   All this meant that we'd have to improvise.  "Grab the comforter," I
said, pointing to the bed.

   Mina looked surprised for a second and then glanced out the window at
the snow and nodded.

   I rummaged through my dresser and found a pair of sweatpants and a
sweatshirt.  "These will be big on you," I said, "but better than nothing I
guess."

   She laughed.  "I have to admit," she said, "I wasn't expecting to put on
more clothes when I got here."

   I laughed too.

   She pulled on the sweatpants and then took off her skirt and tossed it
on the bed.  As she put on the sweatshirt I put on my shoes and grabbed the
car keys and my jacket.  I was thinking of offering the jacket to Mina too,
but she seemed to guess what I had in mind.

   "You wear it," she said.  She picked up the comforter from the bed and
wrapped it around her shoulders.  "I've got this."

   We made our way out of the building, which wasn't as easy as it sounds.
As I'd expected the sweatpants I'd given Mina were too big.  She had to
roll them up at the ankles to keep them from tripping her as we went down
they stairs.  They kept trying to unroll on her, so our progress was
anything but swift.

   Once we'd finally managed to get outside I held up the car key.  "Want
to go sit in the car?" I asked.

   Mina nodded as a gust of wind tried to blow the comforter off her. 
"Please," she said.

   We made our way over and I popped the locks.  Mina got in on the
passenger side, so I got in the driver's seat.  I turned on the heat and
turned it up.

   Mina spent some time settling in, pushing down the back of the seat
enough to give her room to sit sideways in it, facing me.  She arranged the
comforter so that she was sitting on part of it and part of it was bunched
up behind her neck, so she could lean back on the window without touching
the cold glass.

   "This isn't so bad," she said once she was comfortable.  She glanced at
the clock on the dashboard.  "Any bets on how long we'll be out here?"

   I shook my head.  "Long enough that we should have brought a deck of
cards or something."

   "Or something," she said, with a wink.  "I'm sure Brad would have some
suggestions for how we could pass the time out here."

   I smiled.  It was mid-afternoon by now but it was overcast and gloomy.
It was also snowing harder and faster, which would provide some cover.  But
looking around outside I could still see a lot of other people standing in
the parking lot.

   Mina saw where I was looking.  "Yeah, maybe a little unsubtle," she said
with a laugh.  "If my head disappeared from view in the window people might
just guess what was going on."

   "They might put two and two together," I said, nodding.

   "Still," she said, "we're not without options." She reached down with
one hand to cup the front of the sweatpants and wiggled her fingers
suggestively.

   "For example," she said, pointing at what she was doing with her other
hand.  "Want to help me take some more pictures for Brad?"

   I cleared my throat, shifting in my seat to adjust my pants to leave
more room for my stiffening cock.  "Yes ma'am," I said, giving her a little
salute.  "Got your phone?"

   Her eyes widened.  "Shit," she said.  "It's in my purse in your room."

   "Poor Brad," I said, shaking my head.  "This day is not going in his
favor."

   She laughed.  "Well maybe it is," she said.  "Have you got your phone?"

   "I do," I said, taking it out of my pocket.

   "Are you okay with taking some pics on it?" she asked.

   "That's fine with me," I said, nodding.  "I can text them to you and
then delete them from my phone."

   "Sounds good," she said.  She slipped her hand into the sweatpants and I
could see her fingers moving around.  After a few moments she let out a
little moan, bit her lip and closed her eyes.  Her fingers moved more
vigorously.

   I took a few pictures, the phone camera clicking away as she masturbated
with one hand.  With her other hand she grabbed her chest through the
sweatshirt and squeezed, pinching at what I assumed were her nipples
although I couldn't see them through the shirt.  I definitely wanted to see
more.

   After a few minutes she opened her eyes.  "How's this look?" she asked.

   "Good," I said.  And then before I could stop myself I continued, "but
Brad might want to see a bit more of the action."

   She looked down at herself, then out the windows and around the parking
lot.  Then she looked back at me and raised an eyebrow skeptically.

   "I know, I know," I said.  "Some subtlety is required in the
circumstances.  I'm not suggesting you get fully naked.  But maybe you
could slide those down some," I gestured to the sweatpants.

   "Dirty boy," she said, smiling at me and shaking her head.  But then she
shifted around so that her feet were spread apart on the center console
near the gear shift and her knees were up in the air in front of her.  Then
she slid the sweatpants off her ass and partway up her thighs.

   From my position I could see her panties now, but a casual passerby who
happened to glance in at a different angle would probably still only see
the sweatpants in the way.

   "Better?" she asked as she slipped one hand inside the panties to start
touching herself again.

   "Hell yeah," I said, taking another picture.

   I took a few more shots as I watched her play and watched the front of
the panties grow damp.  Then I said, "maybe you could move the panties out
of the way too.  You know, for Brad's sake?"

   She opened her eyes again.  "Oh for his sake huh?" she said with a
chuckle.  "You're not just trying to get a look at my pussy?"

   I smiled.  "Well I'll admit that I am," I said.  "But since you want me
to fuck you later, I was hoping maybe that was fair."

   She blushed and bit her lip.  Then she smiled.  "I guess it is fair
after all." Still smiling she slowly reached down and slid the panties up
her thighs as well, showing herself to me.

   Her bush was trimmed into a neat little rectangle, almost like a racing
stripe.  Her wetness was even more obvious with her panties off as it
caught the light coming through the windows.

   After a few seconds she blushed again and cupped her hands around
herself, blocking my view.  "You're the first guy to see my pussy since
Brad," she said shyly.  "Do...do you like it?"

   "Fuck yeah," I said.  "It looks amazing."

   She smiled and then slid her hands to the sides so I could see her
again. Then with a wink she actually took her hands and spread her pussy
lips open, exposing herself to me completely.

   As I took pictures, she laughed.  "Look at me, here I am showing my
pussy to a new boy for the first time and we're in a car in a public
place." She looked out the window again.  "There's still people walking
around over by the doors.  I'm such a bad girl."

   "Maybe," I said.  "But you're being an awesome girlfriend."

   She laughed and looked back at me.  She kept holding herself spread open
with one hand, but the other moved to start stroking her clit.  "So," she
said, her voice huskier.  "Talking about fucking later makes me wonder, how
do you want to fuck me?"

   I chuckled.  "I'm pretty easygoing," I said.  "Why don't we start with
you telling me what's off the table for you."

   "Butt stuff," she said and then laughed and blushed again.  "I mean, you
can grab my butt, you can spank it.  Just, don't try to fuck it okay?  At
least not for our first time."

   "That's fair," I said, ignoring the first time comment for now. 
"Anything else?"

   She thought for a minute, distracting both of us by continuing to
masturbate.  "No kissing," she finally said.  "I don't know that just feels
too intimate maybe?" Looking down at herself and then back at me she shook
her head and laughed.  "I don't know if that makes sense given what I'm
currently letting you see me do."

   I nodded.  "If that's how you feel that's okay.  You don't have to
justify the rules you want to set."

   "Thanks," she said.

   "No problem," I said.  "Anything else?"

   She thought for a minute, biting on her lip again and stifling a groan.
Finally she shook her head.  "I can't think of anything else offhand.  I
reserve the right to add stuff later though."

   "Of course," I said.  "Okay then, new question, what's your favorite
position?"

   "Doggy," she said without hesitation.  "But some missionary too, at
least for the sake of the pictures."

   "I can work with that," I said.

   "You better be able to," she said, her breathing coming faster now.  "By
the time we get out of here I'm going to want to go wild."

   "Well you've been very patient," I said, laughing.

   "Yes, yes," she said.  "Now shush for a minute."

   I shut my mouth and sketched another little salute, which made her
laugh. But then she closed her eyes and really got to work on herself.

   I sat there and enjoyed it all, from the sounds of her trying to be
quiet, to the smell of her arousal filling the car.  I got some great
pictures for her over the next couple of minutes.

   I think she was almost there when the fire alarm stopped.  She shook her
head and muttered, "not stopping." Then she stuck her mouth into the crook
of her elbow to muffle the sounds she was making.

   A few seconds later I saw her hips buck and her thighs quiver as her
orgasm went through her.  She kept fingering herself through the
aftershocks and then at last slumped back against the car door with a
satisfied sigh.



   She opened her eyes and gave me a big smile, then licked her fingers
clean.  "Want to go back upstairs?" she said, raising an eyebrow.

   "Hmm, I guess so," I said, giving an exaggerated shrug.  She shook her
fist at me and then we both laughed.

   We made better time getting back to my room than we had getting outside.
But we didn't stay there.  Just in case the fire alarm went off again we
headed up to Mina's room after she'd grabbed her purse and dropped the
comforter off on my bed.

   Within a few minutes we had the door locked and Mina was sitting on her
bed.  With her thumbs she stretched the elastic waistband of the sweatpants
out.  "You may want to wash these," she said.  "I may have gotten them a
little wet."

   "Well take them off then," I said with a wink.

   "Oh yes sir," she said, winking.  She slipped the sweatpants off and
dropped them onto the floor.

   Her panties were damp and disheveled and I shook my head and pointed at
them.  "I'm sure the hotel has a policy of no wet panties on the bedsheets
please.  Those have to come off too."

   She blushed, but didn't protest.  The panties joined the sweatpants on
the floor and her pussy was bare in front of me again, this time in much
better light.  I stood there smiling for a minute, drinking in the view.

   Then she pointed at me.  "Fair's fair though," she said.  "I don't want
to be the only one getting naked here."

   I laughed.  "Okay that is fair," I said.  I took off my shirt and my
pants, leaving only my boxers on.  By the time I had done that she had also
taken off the sweatshirt, leaving her in the blouse she'd first come to my
room earlier in.

   She made a show of undoing the rest of the buttons one by one and then
slipped off the blouse.  Underneath she was wearing a red lace bra that
matched the panties.

   Reaching behind her she undid the bra, blushing slightly.  Then she
stopped and pointed to my boxers.

   I nodded and slipped them off at the same time as she took her bra off,
so that we ended up naked together.

   My cock was rock hard, standing straight up, practically waving at her.
She stared at it for a few seconds smiling, then looked up in my face. 
"Ready?" she asked.

   "Oh yeah," I said.

   She gestured to her purse, which was over on the side table once again.
"Condoms" she said.

   I nodded and made my way over to the purse.  Fishing out a condom I put
it on.

   By the time I turned back around Mina had gotten on her hands and knees
on the bed, with her legs spread.  She looked over her shoulder at me, her
messy hair spilling down her back.  "Get over here mister," she said.

   I did as asked, stopping only long enough to take a picture before
kneeling on the bed behind her.  Like last time I'm not going to try and
detail all the pictures I took, just some of the highlights.

   Before I started it was my turn to look at her and say "ready?"

   "Get in there already," she said, wiggling her thighs and laughing.

   I laughed and then slipped my cock into her waiting pussy.  She was
still so wet that it slipped in easily.

   "O-oh," she said, almost involuntarily, closing her eyes for a second.

   I stopped moving.  "You okay?" I asked.

   She opened her eyes again and nodded.  "Definitely," she said.  "You're
bigger than I...I mean...it's good, don't worry."

   I remembered what she'd said before about Brad's equipment and so I let
that pass without comment.  Besides with her luscious firm ass up in the
air in front of me and her pussy gripping on my cock, I had other things on
my mind.

   Grabbing her hips I started to fuck her, going slowly at first.  She
rocked her hips back into me, meeting my thrusts and my rhythm.

   Leaning forward, I let one hand move from her hip around to her front,
sliding up to cup her right breast.  She gave an appreciative murmur, so I
left my hand there for a bit, gently playing with her nipple.

   After a minute or two of that I sped up a bit.  "Mmm-hmm" she said,
nodding her head, her eyes closed.  She reached out to my hand on her
breast, grabbed it, and moved my hand down to her pussy.

   Taking my cue, I started to rub her clit, in time to the rhythm while we
fucked.  "Pull my hair," she whispered, so I wrapped my other hand in her
hair and tugged on it, pulling her head back.  She moaned appreciatively.

   We kept on like that for a minute or two, fucking while I fingered her
pussy and kept her hair pulled tight.  I would have been happy to finish
off that way, but then I noticed my phone lying on the bed, where I'd
dropped it before reaching out to touch her breasts.

   Remembering what I was supposed to be helping her with, I let go of her
hair and reached out awkwardly with my left hand to grab the phone.

   She murmured in displeasure then opened her eyes and raised an eyebrow
at me.  I winced and held up the phone.  "Pictures," I said.

   She looked startled.  "Right, pictures," she said, blushing slightly. 
"Hold on a sec."

   She slid forward off my cock and then rolled over on the bed onto her
back.  Then she gave a coy smile and gestured at the phone.  I took several
pictures like that just of her, and then of my cock sliding back inside her
while she bit her lip.

   We fucked like that for another few minutes.  She had an expressive face
and I enjoyed watching the sexy poses she made, even knowing that she was
probably playing things up a bit for the camera.  As we fucked she played
with her clit, causing the occasional groan and moan.  Since we were inside
behind closed doors now she didn't have to be quiet anymore and she took
advantage of that.

   I could definitely have gotten off fucking her just like that, but she
had other ideas.  At one point she put a hand on my chest and said, "wait,"
so I stopped mid-stroke.

   She shifted up on the bed and my cock slipped out of her.  She reached
out a hand and stroked a finger along the condom.  "Can we take this off?"
she said.

   I raised an eyebrow.  "Are you sure?" I asked.

   She blushed a little and nodded.  "Just for some pics," she said.  "I
can't let you cum in me." She shook her head slowly and then softly
repeated, "I can't let you cum in me." I didn't have a problem with that,
but I wondered who she was trying to convince.

   "Okay," I said.

   She smiled and slipped the condom off me.  Then she slipped her fingers
inside herself, letting out a small moan.  She masturbated a few seconds
and then took her now soaking fingers and rubbed them all over the head of
my cock, lubing me up.

   "Just the tip," she said, guiding me into her.

   "Okay," I said again.  Once the head of my cock slipped into her, I
stopped pressing forward.  I raised the phone and took a few pictures. 
While I did that she started wriggling her hips, causing the head of my
cock to slide slightly in and out of her.

   "God that feels good," she said, pushing forward with her hips so that
more of my cock slipped in her.  Then she froze for a second, looking down
to see how deep I was.  A moment later her hips started rocking again,
almost of their own accord.  She had taken about half my bare cock inside
her by now.

   After a few more thrusts she raised her hips even further, slipping me
all the way inside her.  With her eyes half closed in bliss she gestured at
the phone, so I took a few pics like that.

   "Can you give me a few strokes like this?" she said.

   I did as she asked, giving her a few long, deep strokes in and out of
her, feeling her pussy tighten around my cock.  She slipped her hand down
to rub her clit while I fucked her and her moans started to get even
louder.

   After a half dozen or so strokes - I wasn't exactly keeping track - I
started to slow down.  She put one hand on my hips and murmured "don't stop
yet" as she continued to masturbate with her other hand.

   So I sped up again, fucking her harder than before, feeling myself
bottom out in her with each thrust.  Her fingers on her clit were moving in
constant little circles.  She moved her other hand up to touch my cheek. 
Then she pulled my face closer to hers and almost as if she couldn't help
herself she planted a soft kiss on my lips.

   I raised my eyebrows in surprise, and she blushed and turned her face
away, but her hips kept thrusting up towards my cock, so I didn't stop
fucking her.

   A few minutes later as her hips sped up even more she turned her face
back to mine, her eyes bright.  We locked eyes for what seemed like an
eternity.  Then she smiled and slowly kissed me again, harder, our lips
clashing together.  Her tongue slipped into my mouth and I kissed her back
as we fucked.

   At this point I knew I couldn't last much longer, so I had to break the
kiss.  "I'm close," I said to her, wanting to make sure she knew.

   "Oh god," she said, "me too.  Don't stop."

   "Are you sure?" I said.

   "Do you want to cum in me?" she asked.

   "Yes," I said, with no hesitation.

   "I want you to," she said.  "Cum in my pussy."

   "Yes ma'am" I said and I kept going.

   Her fingers sped up on her clit and she started kissing and biting my
neck.

   After what felt like another eternity but was probably only a matter of
seconds after that I felt her legs wrap around my back.  Her pussy
tightened around me as she started to cum.  "Oh yes," she shouted, "oh god,
oh...I'm cumming."

   "I'm going to cum," I said, knowing it was true.

   "Yes," she shouted.  "Fill me up, claim that pussy...make me your slut."

   The dirty talk tipped me over the edge and I came hard, deep inside her.
Her pussy throbbed around me, milking every drop out of me.

   We shuddered together for a long time.  I often find my cock gets hyper
ticklish after an orgasm, so that I have to pull out.  But this time it
just kept feeling good so I could hang in there until she was finished with
me.

   A minute or two later her thighs finally stopped quivering.  She opened
her eyes and smiled at me.  Then she gave me a little peck on the lips. 
"That was great," she said.

   "I'm glad you thought so," I said.  "I would agree."

   "Good," she said.

   I noticed my phone on the bed beside us where I had dropped it at some
point near the end.  I pointed at it.  "Um, do you want..." I started to
say.

   Following my gaze she nodded.  "Right, some pics of the grand finale,"
she said with a laugh.  "Probably should, yes."

   I took some pictures of my cock slipping out of her and then of her
pussy dripping my cum all over.  She even had me take a short video of her
scooping up some of the cum from her pussy and then licking it off her
fingers.  "Love you baby," she said to the camera, blowing it a kiss.

   "That'll do," she said after that, gesturing lazily for me to put the
phone down.

   I was about to and then something dawned on me.  "Oh shoot," I said.

   "What," she said, looking worried.

   "Oh nothing bad," I said, trying to sound reassuring.  "I just realized
I used my phone camera for all of that instead of yours."

   "Oh," she said, her expression becoming less worried but still
thoughtful.

   "That's okay though," I said, holding it out to her.  "You can send
yourself all the pics and then go ahead and delete them from my phone."

   She took the phone and spent a few minutes scrolling through, sending
some pics and deleting others she didn't like.  Her phone chimed merrily
away in her purse with all the messages she was sending herself.

   When she was done she handed my phone back to me.  I noticed something
right away.  "Oh you didn't delete a bunch of these," I said.  "But I can
do it."

   This time she didn't quite blush.  She caught my eye and smiled.  "You
don't have to delete them," she said.  "Um...you can keep them.  If...if
you want."

   "Are you sure?" I asked.

   "Do you like them?" she asked.

   "Yes," I said.  "You look fantastic.  But..."

   "I trust you," she said, cutting me off.  "And besides you did me a big
favor, so you should get something out of it."

   I couldn't help laughing.  "You have quite an unusual definition of
favor," I said, and she laughed too.

   After a minute she added, "And besides, knowing that you have those
photos kind of turns me on too." She blushed again and looked down, maybe
feeling she said too much.

   I took her hand and squeezed it, but didn't say anything else.

   She patted the bed beside her, so I lay down next to her and she put her
head on my shoulder.  We lay like that for maybe ten minutes or so and then
her stomach growled loudly enough that we both cracked up laughing.

   "Well?" she said, arching her eyebrows at me after she'd gotten her
laughing under control again.

   "Well what?" I said.

   "Well aren't you going to cook for me now?" she said.

   I looked at the clock on my phone.  "It's dinner time," I said
teasingly. "I only offered to cook you lunches."

   She put on a pouty expression.  "Oh come on," she said.  "Please?"

   "Fine," I said.  "I can't say no to a pouty naked lady."

   She looked down at herself in surprise as if she'd forgotten we were
both still naked.  Then she laughed.  "So if I stay naked will you do all
my chores?" she asked.  "I have some laundry to do later."

   "Don't push your luck," I said, wagging a finger at her.

   "Don't underestimate the power of my naked ass to get you to do what I
want," she said, turning around and shaking her booty at me.

   I laughed.  I had to admit she had me there.  "We'll see," I said,
reaching for my boxers.

   "Aww," she said.  "You're not going to cook naked?"

   "That's just hazardous," I said, shaking my head.

   "Aww," she said again, exaggerating her pouty look even more.

   I sighed and dropped the boxers.
   I had a feeling the rest of the trip was going to be interesting...