From anonomous@anon.com Sun Feb 16 22:40:42 1997 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: The Business Trip From: anonomous@anon.com (Footman) Date: Mon, 17 Feb 1997 03:40:42 GMT Here's the standard disclaimer - if you are under 18 or if it is 21 where you live or if it is illegal for you to read this then don't - Go away. If you are offended by explicit sex, then go away. --------------------- The Business Trip --------------------- I passed by the window for the tenth time in as many minutes. I couldn't believe I was acting like a high school kid on his first date. It was only 5 minutes after two. She was supposed to pick me up five minutes ago. My bags were already on the porch. They've been packed for three hours. I thought back over the anticipation I'd been feeling for weeks. A five day business trip isn't a big deal, but my traveling companion was one of the most attractive ladies in the office. It took some wheeling and dealing to make the boss go for it. I had laid the foundation over eight weeks. Finally, he agreed Cheryl was the best choice for the assignment. I was thrilled. My fantasies about Cheryl began with the very first time I saw her and one of them was unfolding around me. A car pulling up to the curb brought me out of my reverie. My heart jumped to my throat. She was here and now the most delicate part of the trip was rapidly approaching. I couldn't appear too eager--that wouldn't do. I picked up my bags and carried them to the car. She already had the trunk open. I noticed the clothes she was wearing, perfect for a car trip. Her cotton pull over clung tightly and showed her near perfect figure. Walking shorts and tennis shoes finished out the outfit. We rearranged a little and put the last of the bags inside the trunk. I excused myself for a moment and went back inside the house. I kissed the wife goodbye and made all the normal parting arrangements. My fantasy was unfolding perfectly. A pity we were both married, but one never knew. As we pulled away, I knew it would be a nice trip. The hint of her perfume set my heart to fluttering. For the next four hours, I would enjoy Cheryl's company without interruption. Just after pulling onto the freeway, the unexpected happened. She set the cruise and slipped off her tennis shoes. My heart skipped a beat. Didn't she know--no, how could she. How could she know about my fetish. For as long as I can remember, I've been attracted to ladies feet. During the conversation, my eyes kept drifting down. She would notice soon. As conversation lapsed, I reached into my bag on the back seat and pulled out a book. Reading, or more accurately, the appearance of reading would afford me the opportunity to ‘check out her feet' without raising suspicion. As I looked over the top of the book, I noticed she was tapping to the music. Her feet were perfectly shaped. I could make out the outline of each toe, the balls of her feet, her arches--heavenly. I concentrated on every detail. I wonder if she noticed I had been on the same page for over 30 miles. Unfortunately, my voyeurism was having un undesirable effect. My growing erection was getting hard to hide in these close quarters, not to mention the discomfort as I couldn't rearrange myself. Presently, conversation started back up and my intense concentration turned to periodic glances stolen between topics. As we pulled into Fort Worth, we discussed stopping for some sight seeing. Our first stop was the Botanic Gardens. As we strolled, I noted the people around us. There were many couples, some families and very few people alone. Another fantasy began to take shape. I imagined we were a couple strolling through the park. We looked no different from those around us. To strengthen the fantasy, I drifted away a few yards ostensibly to check out a flower. Eventually, I drifted back, many times closer than necessary to smell a flower or read a card Cheryl had pointed out. I kept this up for quite a while. Next, we walked through the trees. I resisted the temptation to walk to close. What I really wanted was to take her hand but I didn't want to press my luck. When she stopped to admire a tree, I admired her. She was the picture of beauty framed by the towering deciduous trees. Presently, we made it to the Japanese Gardens. The paths were narrow in spots and I was thrilled to be so close. Cheryl lost her balance on one occasion and I steadied her by taking her hand. It was such a short time. I wonder if she felt my heart pounding as I touched her. The next exhibit was just outside of the Japanese Gardens. All I recall is a sunken area where several children were playing around some sort of fountain. The clearest recollection of the area was Cheryl standing in front of me drinking from a water bottle. As I sat before her, she raised the bottle, tilted her head back and took several swallows. The sunset behind her made her look angelic, her hair shone with a golden brilliance. My vantage point made her look 10 feet tall, her figure nearly profiled. Her deep blue eyes sparkled. I followed the gentle slope of her neck, noting the flush of her chest, the beads of perspiration, the unbuttoned shirt hinting at the hidden treasures just below. I nearly swooned at the sight before me. I wanted to take her in my arms on the spot. The moment ended as quickly as it begun. I wonder if she noticed the flush around my neck. At least she could blame her's on the heat, mine was for an entirely different reason. After exiting the Botanic Gardens, we drove through Trinity Park. I pointed out places where I had picnicked and studied in my earlier years. Our final stop was the semi-famous Water Gardens. The gardens were set in the middle of downtown Fort Worth. I had fond recollections. The futuristic movie, Logan's Run, had a scene or two filmed at this location. I was disappointed to notice a marked deterioration of the facilities. Never-the-less, we still enjoyed them. We strolled among the exhibits and finally to my favorite, the deep well with the huge stepping stones. As we began our descent, I was emboldened and offered Cheryl my hand. To my utter dismay, she said she was ok. On the positive side, it was crowded at the bottom. We had to stand on the same stone giving me an opportunity to be very close. It was as close as I could get without actually touching her. Her scent, perfume now mixed with perspiration, was driving me wild. For a few seconds, I even entertained the notion of wrapping my arms around her. She shocked me back to reality by turning and asking a question. The noise of the water gave me an excuse for asking her to repeat it, she never noticed I was deep into another fantasy. Back at the top, we sat on the rim, dangled our feet and discussed the characters that were around us. We noticed couples in a lover's embrace (with a hint of envy on my part), motorcycle gang members, homeless people and families--all in all, a wide cross section of middle America. It was time to get back on the road. Dallas, our destination was still a good hour away. Traffic and construction made the short trip much longer than we anticipated. We arrived after 9:00 pm and checked into our motel. I had hoped for adjoining rooms but no such luck. In fact, I was on the second floor, four doors away. Cheryl and I met later for a late supper. We elected fast food (Wendy's) in the car so we could get some rest before our training class the next day. Morning came and with it our first training session. Throughout the next few days, my mind kept wondering to the creature next to me. I caught glimpses of her stockinged feet as she dangled her pump from her toes. I'm surprised I remembered any of the class material at all. Occasionally C would whisper a question or comment. Purposefully, I leaned extra close to whisper back, right in her ear. The feeling of her hair on my cheek was electrifying. On Wednesday, the combination of bothersome shoes and boring material made for a fantastic show. Cheryl slipped off her shoes, turned slightly away from me to look out the window and propped her feet up on the minitower computer setting on the floor. I'm certain she knew well how she was affecting me. She rubbed her feet together, presumably to take away the ache. Had she turned, she would have caught me drooling. By now, my attention was solely on her. All too soon she turned and gave the instructor her attention. By now, I was totally lost. Apparently, I was not the only one who didn't get much out of class that day so later, we arranged to eat light and get back for some evening studying. The rooms were fairly small and there was not enough table space for two people. We found ourselves on the bed, sitting cross legged with books and papers scattered all around. Try as I might, it was difficult to concentrate with Cheryl sitting so close. She was lounging in the same walking shorts she wore on the trip. Her cotton T-shirt kittens printed across the front and it clung in all the right places. Her delicate feet were encased in thick cotton ankle socks. After an hour of studying the boring material, Cheryl complained of the aches her pumps had caused that day. That was the opening I'd been looking for. I immediately offered her a class one foot massage. She countered that it wasn't necessary, but I was already clearing the papers away and it was time for a break. Seconds later, I finally had my hands on those sexy feet, well almost, the socks were still in the way. I massaged one for a few minutes and then moved to the other. Cheryl eased back onto her pillows to a more reclined position. Silently I took her left foot again. She expected me to massage, but I began to remove her sock. She jumped a bit but I calmed her by pointing out it would be much easier without the socks. Without answering, she lowered herself back to the pillows. As I massaged, I separated each toe and lightly pinched them between my thumb and forefinger. With my thumbs together and fingers laced over the top, I rubbed the ball of her feet. For the next 30 minutes, I moved from foot to foot, adding one more item to the routine with each move. I gently stroked her arches and more forcefully at the heels. Cheryl's breathing was fairly even now, relaxed but not asleep. It was time to move on to something else. As I put her right foot down, I placed it on my left thigh instead of the bed in front of me. On the next switch, I turned toward her and continued the massage. I was now sitting cross legged in front of her. This time, I worked on her calf just a bit. When I finally put her right foot down, I set it down on my left side with her calf on my left thigh. As I worked on her right foot, I moved her leg towards the other and then away. This way I worked the hem of her shorts up the little ways hoping to get a glimpse of her panties. Not this time around. C's breathing was still regular but much deeper now. I hoped it was a good sign. As I picked up her right foot, she shifted just a bit, enough for me to see the light pink panties. Getting bolder, I brought her foot up higher and kissed the ball of her foot. There was a sharp intake of breath but no other objection. It was time to go for broke. I planted light kisses all along her arch and when I got to her heel, I gently nibbled the slightly rougher skin. Cheryl's breathing was definitely heavier now. I repeated the same move on her left foot then worked my way back to her big toe. By now, my breathing was becoming labored. I was also sporting an erection that couldn't be ignored. Just as I nibbled on her big toe, air escaped from her lips in a quiet moan. Without delay, I gently enveloped her toe and began sucking it. Cheryl still wouldn't open her eyes, but that was fine by me. I sucked each toe, one by one. With each new toe, Cheryl sucked in her breath and held it. I moved back to her right foot and repeated the toe sucking. The next step was going to be more difficult. It would be a definite break in the mood. After ministrating to her right foot, I crossed it back and set her legs together. Cheryl opened her eyes questioningly and I quietly asked her to roll over so I could continue the massage. She rolled over onto her stomach without a comment and hugged her pillow. I began kneading her calves just above the ankle and worked my way up slowly. Cheryl's breathing was deep but even again. I hoped I hadn't broken the spell. There was a sharp intake of breath as I touched the crease behind her knees. Ah-ha, I found one of her spots. As I worked my way further up her thighs, her breathing became more ragged. Gently I applied pressure with my thumbs on the inside of her lower thighs. Without hesitation, Cheryl spread her legs giving me easier access to her inner thighs. I continued my way up and finally reached the hemline of her shorts. I slid my thumbs under the hem lightly kneading and gently spreading her panty encased buttocks. Was it my imagination or were the moans a little more frequent? I pulled my thumbs out and continued up to Cheryl's lower back. Gently I shifted and slid one leg over her thighs effectively straddling her. As I massaged higher and higher on her back I noted her breathing remained ragged. As I massaged the area around her bra, I slid up just enough for my throbbing erection to lay on the crevice of her buttocks. I know she felt it because she shifted a bit to more perfectly align the two. I spent a few minutes on her shoulders and began a migration down her back. This time I took more care to caress every inch. Over her bra, I followed the seam lines down the side and gently massaged the inevitable swell. Finally I reached the small of her back and gently slid my hands under her T-shirt. I had to tug just a little to pull the shirt from her shorts. It was worth it. Her skin was on fire. As I caressed my way across her ribs, Cheryl was definitely enjoying herself. Her T-shirt stopped my progress just short of her bra. She noticed and immediately shifted allowing me to pull her T all the way to her shoulders. I now had a clear view of her back and bra. I paused to unhook the bra (thank goodness it wasn't a front loader) and pushed it out of the way. My fingers began shaking as I rubbed the lines her bra had left. This was better than my wildest fantasy. I was well on my way to a night of ecstasy. Cheryl opened her eyes for the first time since the massage turned sensuous. Her smile told me this was my lucky night. I caressed her shoulders and slid my hand around to her underarms. She gasped and wriggled letting me know she was a little ticklish. My hands drifted down to the gentle swell of her breasts. Light feathery touches elicited a number of gasps. Again I drifted down lower, sliding further on her thighs. When I reached her shorts, I gripped the zipper on her right side and very very slowly slipped it down all the way. This was another of those times that might ruin the atmosphere. I slid my fingers inside them and began to gently slide them over her buttocks. I felt her body tense, but to my delight, her pelvis come off the bed. Very deftly, I hooked her panties as well and pulled them over her buttocks and down her thighs. Again, with a little help, they slid under her knees and off of her ankles. My arms were shaking and my fingers were tingling from all of the excitement. As I rubbed my way back up her legs, I stopped to kiss the area behind her knees. That sent a jolt right up her spine and a definite moan escaped from her lips. Her arms tightened around her pillow and she tensed for more. I kissed my way up her legs and when I reached the swell of her buttocks, I decided to go for it all. I gently spread her cheeks and ran my tongue up the crevice. I heard a loud gasp, an Oh God, and Cheryl buried her face in the pillow. I stopped at her rosebud and tickled it with my tongue. Cheryl was panting by now. Her aroma was filling the room. I just had to taste it. I spread her lips and drove my tongue into her pussy. It was somewhat awkward, but the taste was divine. Cheryl began a small bucking motion and I knew she was as aroused as I. Her motions hid mine as I struggled out of my shorts. After dropping them to the floor, I gave Cheryl's rosebud another lap and continued my way up her back. I paused just long enough to pull my T-shirt over my head. I was now totally naked and Cheryl probably did not realize it. At the risk of losing my momentum, I suggested we get her T-shirt off. Cheryl pushed up with her hands and I pulled the shirt over her head. Both it and her bra were off in seconds, leaving both of us totally free of restraint. As Cheryl eased herself down to the pillow, I touched her chin with my forefinger and turned her face to mine. She rolled toward me and turned to face me. I admired her nude body for the first time. Her breasts were perfect. Her nipples were just a touch darker than the surrounding skin and hard to the touch. We kissed and our bodies melted together. The anticipation rushed back like a flood. For the first time, Cheryl was the aggressor. I rolled onto my back, drawing Cheryl on top. She raised up on her hands just long enough for a long look into my eyes. Those blue eyes melted me completely. C drew her knees up and straddled me. It didn't take a genius to figure what she had in mind. She lowered herself over my cock and slid her labia back and forth over it. She was completely wet and in no time, I was drenched in her juices. I adjusted my hips and my throbbing penis entered her pussy. She was on fire! I knew I couldn't hold out very long. I wanted our first orgasm to come at the same time. As she rocked back and forth, I ran my fingernails up and down along her ribs down to her swelling hips. Cheryl began ricking faster and faster. I knew it wouldn't be long now. I reached up and tweaked her nipples. She jumped and rode me that much harder. Her panting was now continuous. She bit down on her lower lip. I reached up and hooked my arms over her shoulders and pulled down as she started her downward motion. I held her there, buried deep in her vagina. She was so close to coming and I wouldn't let her move. She began to wiggle forward and backward, stimulating her clitoris. That was all it took. Her pussy gripped my cock sending me over the edge as well. It seemed to last forever. Eventually Cheryl relaxed and layed down full length, right on top of me. I was still erect and didn't slide out. I put my arms around her, pulled her tight and nuzzled against her neck, just below her ear. I kissed her lightly and we fell asleep in that position. As I drifted off to sleep, I thought, "we still have another night here."