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Detour in Chicago
by Otzchiim (otzchiim@aol.com)

***

Two government employees take a business trip and since 
one is a male and the other is a female, it only stands 
to reason that there would be a little buddy-fucking 
while on the road. Right? (MF, affair, job)

***

David Hauser had been sent out to the Regional Payment 
Center in Chicago to see why their computer system was 
losing money -- or really -- misplacing it, since there 
was no indication that it was going outside the 
government. 

The records in Washington said what was really there, so 
it wasn't too serious, but it was still annoying that 
things didn't add up right. Annoying enough that the 
Treasury Department was very willing to fly someone out 
to look into it.

He left D.C. in the middle of the September day and got 
to the hotel in Chicago at four in the afternoon local 
time -- too late to really start on the problem that 
day, too early for any sort of nightlife. (Federal 
policy is to get people in with lots of time to rest and 
adjust to time-shifts, but one hour of difference Daniel 
could take in his stride any day.)

Daniel was sitting in a chair in the hotel lobby half-
reading a local newspaper when he thought that the woman 
who was standing by the front door and looking out 
looked sort of familiar. He didn't really know anybody 
in Chicago, so he had decided that she just looked like 
somebody he knew when she turned and recognized him.

It was Suzanne Freeman, whom he had worked with five or 
six years ago, in his first government job, just outside 
the cafeteria in the GAO Building. They were a few desks 
apart then, tracking deposits through banks. He went 
from there to go into computer trouble-shooting, and she 
got transferred into specialized auditing.

She came and sat in a chair right by him. She told him 
that she was in town to check up on the Customs office 
at O'Hare Airport. They put her in town late last night 
and she had spent today, Wednesday, figuring out what 
she wanted to look at. She was supposed to be here two 
more days and go back over the weekend.

Daniel had been given a more flexible schedule, at least 
partly. If he couldn't solve the problem here by Friday 
afternoon, he was supposed to finish it at his desk in 
Washington through printouts or by calling up files 
through a modem.

While he hadn't seen much of Suzanne for years, they had 
passed each other in the halls and once in a while 
talked on the phone at work about problems that went 
from her to him. They knew a lot of the same people, and 
Daniel remembered her as being very nice. 

Both of them were very glad to have someone familiar 
around to talk to in a strange city. They talked for a 
couple of hours, then went out together to find a place 
cheap enough to have the federal per-diem allowance pay 
for it. A Chinese noodle place fit perfectly.

Over dinner, Daniel learned that Suzanne had never been 
in the city before, so he offered his services as guide 
to the local sights. (Ten days experience in two trips 
through.) This kept them going until 10:30 at night.

When he walked her back to her room, Suzanne gave him a 
quick goodnight kiss, which he really hadn't expected. A 
few minutes later, as he was getting ready for bed, he 
decided to follow up on it, though, and he called her 
room to set up a meeting for breakfast together.

***

The next morning, he returned the kiss. They separated 
after breakfast and worked on their respective problems 
all day. There was a message from her on the hotel 
switchboard when he got back, asking about meeting in 
the lobby at six for dinner. That night's conversation 
was largely about what they had been working on that 
day, but once they returned to the hotel and she invited 
him to sit in her room and talk, the talk became more 
personal.

It only came back to him later that she asked him as the 
door closed how he was getting along with Janice. Janice 
was the last girlfriend she knew about, and was two or 
three back, he explained to her; he was sort of dating 
two women now, neither seriously. She sort of smiled 
with raised eyebrows and said that she was not involved 
with a man either.

It was probably close to ten when she said to him that 
it seemed stupid to talk across a couple of feet of 
distance, with her on the bed and him in a chair. They 
were adults, she was sure that she could trust him, so 
why didn't he join her and sit on the bed.

It was kind of a mutual decision that she lean on the 
arm that Daniel put around her, with his back against 
the headboard. This situation, sitting in bed with a 
young woman who looked better every minute, started 
influencing his mind. And hers. Pretty soon she stopped 
in the middle of a sentence and turned up her face and 
he kissed it.

That led to another kiss, and in a little while her 
breath got faster and she was trying to avoid looking at 
the front of his pants. Suzanne said to him, or maybe to 
herself: "It's not as if we are strangers. But on the 
other hand, it's not as if we see each other a lot. But 
that cuts both ways, doesn't it?"

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Well, if things don't work out, sort of."

"You mean if we have a relationship and one of us wants 
to get out of it, there won't be a problem from hard 
feelings at work." 

"Also, I mean a girl has to think of her reputation. I 
can trust you, can't I? You won't talk about me, if, if 
we keep going this way?"

"If we do... Only to you. And no hard feelings if you 
don't want to. It would be nice, especially if it only 
begins here, but I can survive without it."

"I... Yes, I want to. And I know you do too." She 
touched him between the legs.

Daniel got off the bed and he took her hand to help her 
up also. He unbuttoned her frilly blouse while he kissed 
her, and exposed her black lace bra. When he put her 
blouse on the easy chair, she pulled his tie loose, then 
took off his shirt and nuzzled his chest.

"I like the way you smell," Suzanne whispered.

Daniel opened her bra in the back and brought it forward 
to where she could shrug it off. The little peaks 
pointed at him.

They stood there for a moment pressed together with her 
hands gently squeezing him where it felt the best to be 
squeezed gently. Then Daniel pulled down the zipper on 
her skirt and as it dropped, Suzanne tugged his belt 
open and reached in to tug on something else.

He stepped back and zipped down his pants. Daniel 
stripped his shorts off and took Suzanne in his arms 
again. His erection was against the bare skin of her 
stomach now, and his testicles touching the nylon of her 
panties. His head bent to her mouth and his tongue 
entered it to meet hers.

When he straightened up she was flushed with passion. 
She stepped back to lie on the bed and Daniel joined her 
there.

They caressed each other on the legs and upper bodies 
for a few more minutes before he drew down her panties 
and began to touch Suzanne more intimately. Not much was 
needed there. She was ready for him. She whispered that 
she wanted him to continue.

He raised her legs slightly and entered her soft liquid 
cave. It took a moment for her to spread apart enough, 
and far in enough, for him to fit, but she had no 
hesitation. She was very responsive to his every 
movement and they built slowly until he was pounding in 
more quickly than he could count. 

When the first explosion hit her, he paused, then he 
began to enter and withdraw at a slow pace. Suzanne dug 
her nails into his back as she went through a string of 
orgasms. 

They didn't have to meet for breakfast; they just went 
down together. Though they did go back to our rooms to 
change afterward. Her audit was finished halfway through 
the day and she spent the afternoon seeing the city. 

His job was 90% finished on Friday, with some details to 
be done in D.C. They ate dinner and went to bed early 
(yes, both together). What they did there was less 
spectacular than the night before, but very satisfying. 
They had moved all her luggage into his room, and they 
went together to the airport for their early morning 
flight.

Curiously, she was reluctant to continue a physical 
relationship when they were back at work, but it came, 
it came...

END

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