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The Business Trip
by Joncyn (address withheld)

***

This story is inspired and based loosely around actual 
events that took place on one of my business trips with 
Jenny, the love of my life. Names have been changed for 
obvious reasons.-wild ponies. (MMF, voy, 1st)

***

It was supposed to be another boring business trip. At 
the last minute, however, Jenny decided to join me, 
since things at her work had slowed in recent weeks.
"Sure," I said. "You can help 'keep me up', on the long 
drive, heh, heh," I stated in jest. With that I could 
see her mind wander behind those dazzling blue eyes.

Jenny is mid 40's about 5ft tall, long blonde hair, 
with a terrific body. Her breasts are somewhere in that 
perfect area between a C and a full D cup. When she's 
at work or in the supermarket, she looks like your 
typical soccer mom. But with a little bit of eyeliner, 
a snug skirt and heels, she transforms in the classic 
MILF. And as far as her intellect, she is smart as a 
whip, and as passionate and loving as a person can get. 
A real turn on for me. When we're with friends, or 
amongst new acquaintances, she lights up the room. It's 
not that she craves attention, people, both men and 
women, are just naturally drawn to her.

Anyway, several days before the trip, she made a point 
of shopping for 'travel clothes'. I didn't mind, 
however, because every time she bought new stuff, it 
always knocks me out. This was to be no exception. 
Among her purchases were a very sexy cocktail dress, 
several new bras, and a bevy of thongs, nylons and 
perfume. Oh, did I mention the shoes? A very sexy pair 
of black heels. I remember how fascinated I was that 
she could actually walk in them. They were that high. 
"Did you get knee pads with those?" I asked in jest. 
"Just you wait. You'll be begging me to get on my 
knees", she retorted. I could tell this was going to be 
a great week.

We left early that morning. I tried to plan the trip so 
that we would miss all the heavy traffic when we passed 
through major metro areas. Since we weren't in much of 
a hurry, that took a lot of pressure off and we really 
enjoyed the upstate NY spring weather.

After about an hour, things really got fun when Jenny 
hiked up her short loose-fitting dress, to reveal no 
panties and a freshly shaved pussy. "Keep your eyes on 
the road, buster. Do you want to get us both killed?" 
she said, as I fidgeted under the restraint of my 
seatbelt, "I don't want some EMT or cop seeing me like 
this in some ditch!" 

"Now, you look straight ahead. I'll keep you up as best 
I can. Ok?" she said. With that, she slid over to my 
side of the truck and began to loosen my belt and open 
my fly. Out came my chubby and all was right with the 
world.

As we glided down the interstate, she continued to 
amuse me with her sexy teasing sucking and licking. But 
after a while, teasing me was not enough. Soon she was 
pulling at the neckline of the revealing dress, trying 
to get more comfortable and getting the attention of 
the truckers we passed along the way. Again, she bent 
over my lap and began sucking my cock. Only this time, 
however, she had released her seatbelt and knelt on her 
seat. This created a perfect opportunity for anyone on 
our right side to get a very good look of the steamy 
pussy.

For kicks, I adjusted my speed slightly above that of 
the right lane traffic. There was a very long line of 
trucks to our right, negotiating a slight grade. As we 
passed the first few, it became evident that each 
subsequent trucker we passed was craning his neck to 
get a nice long view of her show. Then I noticed this 
one guy talking into his CB mike, as if he were giving 
a sports play-by-play. He was obviously talking to the 
other truckers in the vicinity. I doubted from his 
appearance, that it was a very eloquent broadcast.

As we crested the hill, I blew my wad. And the trucks 
we had recently passed, began passing us in short 
order. They were bunched so close together in the 
right-hand lane that it was impossible for me to get 
over. As a truck would get along side, he would slow, 
bringing blasts from air horns of the trucks behind.

Having been sated, I urged Jenny to get back on her 
side. I was now getting nervous; not only because of 
the aggressive drivers, but the speed was easily 
approaching 90!! "Take it easy, babe", she said. "This 
is really turning me on!" As she said this, I saw one 
of her hands leave my lap for her own. The trucks 
continued to blockade the right lane, but eventually, 
because of a few lane closings, we were eventually 
allowed to merge to the right and pull off for a break.

I was convinced that every truck on the interstate had 
followed us into that rest area. However, since no one 
really saw our faces, {no surprise} we were not 
approached as we ate our breakfast. After a short 
while, we were again tooling down the interstate on our 
way to Philly. 

Jenny's mood changed visibly from that point of our 
journey. She seemed sultrier and more preoccupied with 
sex. But after a while, she was her old self, joking 
about our morning exploit. "I wish I could have seen 
their faces", she said. "That must have been a real 
turn-on for them". 

"And don't think I'm done with you, mister. There is a 
little matter of a really hot pussy that you need to 
fuck. And I'm not kidding!" she said. I was amazed that 
she didn't make me pull over at some point to do her. 

We rolled into town in plenty of time to grab a few 
cocktails in the hotel lounge. I thought I would have 
time for a quickie before dinner, but a call came up 
from the front desk. We were informed of a mixer that 
was being held for early birds and we made our way to 
the conference room. We hadn't eaten since breakfast, 
except for some snack food. We were starving, horny and 
tired. When we got to there, we found that there was 
nothing to eat other than some exotic canapés that 
smelled like cat food. We grabbed some crackers and 
looked at each other with that "don't say a word", 
expression. While I busied myself with meeting and 
greeting some of my associates, Jenny found a comfy 
place where a few of the women had collected. The booze 
was free and top shelf.

Since it was springtime, the NHL playoffs were in full 
swing. Our team was in the thick of it, so the two of 
us made every attempt to get regular updates on the 
scores. At one point, the bartender from the lounge 
came in to refresh the liquor and mixers. Jenny 
inquired about the scores.

"Why don't you come back with me, honey? No one here 
will miss you. I'll even let you drink for free", the 
young man said. Cyn had always had a thing for younger 
guys. And being all horned up from the trip did little 
to mitigate the humidity in her panty-less loins. She 
checked in with me and I gave her the O.K... "Just 
don't go anywhere else. We have some 'bness' to catch 
up on. At that, she purred in my ear and promised a hot 
and steamy session later on. 

I had made some good connections at the mixer, but 
since it was getting late, and none of us had eaten, it 
was time to go. I went to the lounge to fetch Jenny and 
a room service menu.

When I walked into the lounge, I had recognized the 
familiar small cocktail dress at the bar. I was 
relieved to see another girl from the meeting sitting 
next to her. When I approached, Cyn was in a deep 
discussion about the game with a young, out of town 
contractor. I think he said his name was Gary. The girl 
next to them was just standing there, staring into 
space. 

I could tell right away, that everyone was blotto. And 
the girl's stare which at first seemed a blank one, was 
focused. She was looking at Gary's hand on Jenny's lap. 
I was ready to intervene, but then I stopped. I had 
told the host company that my travel companion was my 
new hire, not my girlfriend. If I got into it with 
Gary, I might have to explain my jealousy. Rather than 
speaking to him, I whispered in her ear. 

"You ok, babe?" I said. She giggled and said, "Don't 
sweat it. I'm having a great time!"

As it turned out, the bartender and Gary were working 
as a team. They figured on getting her all juiced up, 
and taking her to Gary's room later on. They had also 
been working on the other girl, presumably as a back 
up.

As the game on the TV finished, the crowd thinned. I 
tried to stay in ear shot of her conversation with Gary 
and Steve, the bartender. My district sales manager 
also stayed nearby, limiting my intervention. At one 
point, Jenn leaned in my direction and said, "Babe, 
remember that thing I told you I wanted to try? Let's 
do it!"

She was referring to a fantasy of hers where she would 
take on a few guys at the same time. Her conditions 
were, they had to be strangers. They had to be from 
another town, and they had to be young enough to keep 
her well fucked. All the conditions seemed to be there. 
I was suddenly faced with a dilemma. Step in and 'save' 
her from herself, or play along. I didn't have long to 
decide.

Gary slid his keycard into her cleavage and took his 
hand off her lap. His fingers glistened, obviously from 
her drenched pussy. In the dim barroom, he had been 
making his point the easy way. She followed, but at a 
respectable distance.

"Closing time!" Steve shouted from behind the bar. The 
remaining few lights and the music were shut off.

In the meantime, my Sales Manager, Scott, joked about 
my new hire. "Boy, she's really got a snoot full. I 
hope she's as good as she looks!"

"What's that supposed to mean?" I said with a bit of 
concern in my voice.

"Her selling. She obviously knows a few tricks. Look at 
the trail of prospects she has!" Scott stated plainly.

Looking out into the hotel lobby was indeed, a trail of 
admirers. Including the plain-looking woman from the 
meeting.

"324. Great. I'm right next to you. Let's grab an 
elevator and get some sleep." Scott said, as we filed 
into the lobby. As we got onto the elevator, Jenny 
asked out loud, "218, what floor is that on?" Everyone 
laughed, including me. Scott thought it was the booze 
talking, but I knew better. It was her way of letting 
me know were the room was. Before she got off, she 
whispered that she'd leave the door ajar.

In my clouded, but aroused mind, I assumed the plan was 
for her to go to Gary's room and start things moving. 
From outside, I would then present myself and join in. 
Simple enough plan, I thought. As long as I didn't get 
my head blown off, or some other dumb shit like that!

As the elevator started on its way to the 3rd floor, 
Scott made some small talk about the weeklong seminar. 
We exited and went straight to our respective rooms. As 
soon as I heard his door close, I slipped out into the 
hallway, only to find Scott there as well. In a 
covering move, I said "what? Did you say something?". 
He said he forgot something downstairs and walked back 
to the elevator.

My internal clock told me that I had to make my way 
down to the 2nd floor. But I was trapped on the third 
by Scott. It wasn't till he disappeared into the 
elevator, that I was able to may my way down to 218. It 
seemed that all the elevators were in use. As I emerged 
from the stairs on the 2nd floor, I could hear laughter 
and music. I must not be far from 218. 

I stopped outside the room. It was closed and latched 
from inside. I could hear low voices, but it was 
unclear as to the conversation. I thought for a moment 
that it may be the wrong room, except for the lone 
spike heeled shoe on the floor at my feet. It was 
Jenny's. And there appeared to be more than one male 
voice in the room!

It was at this point that the elevator down the hall 
stopped on the 2nd floor. I quickly picked up the shoe 
and ducked into the stairway. As I watched from the 
crack in the stairwell door, Steve, the bartender 
emerged with w cart full of beverages. He made his way 
down the hall directly to 218, paused and entered the 
room. He didn't need to knock since he apparently had a 
passkey.

I had known that the crafty bartender was involved from 
the start. And as the cart followed him into the room, 
I swiftly darted to the doorway and placed my foot at 
the base to prevent it from latching closed. Now, at 
least, I could clearly hear what was being said, and by 
whom.

"Let's get this par-tay star-ted!" the comedic 
bartender chanted. "All right!" said Gary. There was a 
muffled female response, and then I heard, "Fuck, 
yeah!" It was that bastard Scott!

The rooms in the hotel were set up with a hallway that 
led past the bath and some closets and into the main 
sleeping quarters. While everyone gathered around 
Steve, I took the opportunity to slip into the closet 
alcove. No one noticed my arrival.

I had planned to casually enter once things started. 
Then I would just join in the fun. And I would have 
too, except for the unanticipated appearance of Scott. 
As I tried to concoct a plan, things began to get 
started.

From my vantage point, I could clearly see everyone in 
the room. For obvious reasons, no one looked in my 
direction. There was Gary, kneeling next to bed. On the 
bad lay Jenny, her skirt bunched up around her waist, 
Gary's head between her legs. On the chair in the 
corner sat the other woman from the bar. She sat, 
staring blankly across the room, legs splayed, arms 
hanging over the arms of the chair. And Scott, he was 
standing in the middle of the room, taking off his 
belt.

By this time, our bartender was already naked, making 
his way to the opposite side of the bed that Jenny 
occupied. Without much ceremony, he placed his hand 
under her chin, turning her head towards him. She was 
oblivious to him up to that point. But upon opening her 
eyes, was confronted by his sizable cock, dangling 
inches from her face.

"Mmmmm," she said, as she parted her lips to accept his 
selfless gift...

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