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With Co-worker Cathy in Denver (MF)

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Category: Male-Female
Author: Avid Masturbator
Age: 42
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I am a middle level executive at a large well-known corporation on the East Coast. In my job I am required to travel frequently, and last year I had such an opportunity to do so with one of my direct reports, Cathy. We needed to fly out to a Customer site in Denver to secure an account, and Cathy was perfect for the assignment. She had worked with me for 8 years prior and we had a strong professional relationship, and had on the rare occasion socialized with our families as well (we are both married with kids). Cathy is 48, I am 42.

After our flight we arrived at our hotel at 8 pm and found we were booked in rooms directly next to each other. That was convenient since we had quite a bit of work to do to prepare for the next morning. We stayed up late, and the next day was filled with meetings, proposals and negotiations. We were fortunate and won the account ($3 million, great for us!) but since we didn't finish until late in the day decided to fly back the next morning. We were quite exuberant about our win, and we had dinner at a very nice restaurant to celebrate before retiring back to the hotel. As we stepped off the elevator on our floor, Cathy mentioned to me that she was still too keyed up to go to sleep and would she mind if we hung out for a while to talk. I was also still flying and told her sure. We each went into our rooms and a moment later there was a knock on the adjoining door and I let her in.

I flipped on the TV, kicked off my shoes and propped my self up on the bed. Cathy also removed her shoes (she was wearing a very smart navy blue knee-length suit and matching blazer with a white blouse and white stockings) and sat in one of the chairs next to the bed. We proceeded to replay the events of our big day and were of course happy and proud of ourselves. Our conversation eventually turned more personal, with talk of our kids (I have 3, she has one) and our spouses. Cathy has always been very open with me about her home life, and I knew that her marriage was pretty mundane. I guess she was feeling more open than usual because she began to talk about how she misses the intimacy of a good marriage and how long it had been since her and her husband had made love.

I was a bit taken aback by her comments and boldness, but not entirely disinterested. I had never really looked at Cathy in a sexual sort of way before. She was quite "matronly" in her appearance: she wore her brown hair rather short (with flecks of gray beginning to show) and she also wore glasses. She was a heavy-set gal with fairly wide hips and medium sized breasts. She wasn't fat by any means, but looked like your average, every-day "soccer mom". However she was now disclosing that she hadn't had sex in a while, and I was curious as to where it might lead. She began to ask about my relationship with my wife, and I explained that it was good, although we didn't make love nearly as much as I desired either. I explained my wife had some "personal issues" that repressed her sexual desire, and the once a month or so when we did have sex it was very basic, but good.

She shocked me when she said, "So I guess you pleasure yourself quite a bit then."

I hesitated before answering. "Well, yes sometimes it comes to that. No pun intended." She laughed. I in fact was and still am an avid masturbator.

"I know how it is," she said. "Sometimes I have to take matters into my own hands, too." More laughter. "I look forward to being able to go out of town so I can have time by myself to 'take care of business'". The puns were being dropped left and right. She had a very quick wit, something I didn't see very often in the office.

"Well, I'll keep it down if you will tonite," I said. "These walls are pretty thin."

"Oh, I don't know if I can," she said with a sly smile. "I can be pretty loud sometimes." We were both laughing, but it was also apparent that our conversation was getting more and more risque.

"You didn't bring a vibrator on the plane, did you?" I asked. I knew I was crossing the line at that point, but was pretty confident she wouldn't have a problem with it. "It would be embarrassing if the airport inspectors pulled THAT out of your luggage!"

She was giggling now, almost like a schoolgirl. She told me that she WISHED she had a vibrator, but she was too chicken to go buy one. In fact, she wouldn't even know where to shop for one. I mentioned to her that there was an adult gift shop a few towns over from our office that sold them, and she quickly wanted to know how I knew about it. I told her I had been there once to purchase some things for my wife and I in an attempt to spice things up (which backfired) and she wanted to know all about it. I explained that they sold all kinds of devices and supplements for men and women, including adult movies. When I told her that, she confessed to me that she enjoyed watching the soft-core movies and shows on HBO and Cinemax. I told her I enjoyed them as well, but actually preferred the more hard-core movies. "Like some of the ones you can rent here," and I pointed at the TV.

We both looked at each other, and then quickly turned away. When I looked back I saw that Cathy was now flushed. As I was about to speak she said, "You're thinking what I'm thinking, aren't you?"

"It depends," I said, smiling. "What are you thinking?"

"You're thinking we should rent one of those movies, aren't you?"

She had read my mind. That WAS what I was thinking. I was also completely lost in thought about this middle aged Mom potentially in my room masturbating in front of me. IF that was what SHE was thinking...

"Well, yeah we could. But, I don't know. I might not be able to control myself. I may have to, um, pleasure myself if the need arises," I said to her grinning.

"No problem," she said standing up and removing her blazer. "Let's just find a good one and see what happens." She grabbed the remote from off the bed and stood in front of me clicking into the adult movie menu. As she did so I took a good long look at her from behind. Her legs suddenly seemed shapely and sexy to me, her wide derriere alluring and attractive, and the slight scent of her perfume had me wondering if she smelled like that ALL over.

She scrolled down the menu and we commented about some of the titles. Eventually we agreed upon a film that featured voyeurism and exhibitionism, some lame story about a peeping Tom. Sounded great to me as I had MANY fantasies about peeping and being watched. She hit the order button and sat back down in the chair. As she did I excused myself to go to the bathroom, and I took the opportunity (for some reason, I don't know exactly why...) to remove my underwear. I put my pants back on and went back in and the opening credits were just about done. I plopped down on the bed and Cathy commented she hadn't see a "good porno" since she was in college. She told me a quick story of how in college her roommate had a film projector and the guys who lived upstairs had gotten hold of a stag film and they had a "wild party" with about 10 people one Saturday night. I pressed her for details and she told me it had been the first time she had ever seen a guy ejaculate when 2 of the girls had given 2 of the guys' hand jobs in front of everyone else. Before she could tell me more the movie came on.

The first scene featured a man lurking in the dark in a backyard, looking into the room of what was obviously supposed to be a teenage girl (she had on kids pajamas and pigtails). It showed her lying in bed reading a book, and it progressed to her touching herself, and then stripping and masturbating on the bed while the guy dropped his pants and did the same outside. This movie, as I suspected, was NOT soft-core. Hotels are now showing hard-core movies that reveal everything, except the guy ejaculating (anyone know why?). I was rock hard less than a minute into the scene (when the girl started playing with herself through her pajamas...) and made no attempt to hide it from Cathy. My erection was easy to see since my underwear was now under the bathroom sink, and she began to glance over and smile. After a few minutes she commented that if I wanted to "take care of my problem" she wouldn't mind.

When opportunity knocks, I answer. I took off my shirt and socks, with Cathy's eyes alternating between me and the action on the screen. When I sat on the edge of the bed and unbuttoned my slacks she focused ONLY on me. I took them off (no words being spoken) and sat back on the bed, my erection standing proudly out from my groin. I keep myself in fairly good shape, and have a respectably sized penis (about 6.5 inches when erect). Instead of looking at Cathy (I probably would have died from embarrassment) I focused on the movie, and idly began to fondle myself. A few moments later I heard Cathy sigh softly and I glanced over to see her caressing her breasts through her blouse (her erect nipples were visible through the material). It was my chance to invite her to join in.

I looked at her and winked and said, "Looks like YOU have a problem that needs to be taken care of, too Cath. Don't be shy. Go ahead and get comfortable."

"I'm just, um, I'm embarrassed Carl. You don't want to see some fat old lady naked writhing around like a fish out of water, do you?"

"You're not fat and you're not old. Come on, don't worry. Relax and make yourself feel good. It's fine."

"You're so sweet," she said. She stood up and began to unbutton her blouse. I drank in every second of the next few minutes. When her blouse was gone it revealed a lacy white under wire bra, and her nipples were easily seen through it. Her skin was milky white, and her skirt was hiked up to her naval, covering the slight bulge of her belly. Next she reached under her dress and pulled down her pantyhose in one fell swoop. After posing with her hands on her hips for a minute and then giggling more, she then reached behind and unzipped her skirt and after a moment's hesitation let it drop to the floor. She stood before me in a panty-girdle and bra, and I began to increase the speed of my strokes seeing her looking so lovely and sexy. She was plump, for sure, but was incredibly beautiful to me at that moment in her underthings. She stared at my hand on my erection and hers moved between her legs and she began rubbing over her panties.

"I'm so horny," she said in a low, thick and sexy voice. I just smiled and nodded for her to remove the rest of her clothes. After a few more seconds of hesitation she reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra. As she shucked it from her shoulders I was mesmerized by her large brown, fully erect nipples; she was obviously very aroused. I smiled as she played with her breasts, first her left and then her right, tweaking each of her nipples which caused her eyes to flutter shut momentarily. Finally she hooked her thumbs into her panties and unceremoniously pulled them off. She had a very full compliment of black pubic hair, and it contrasted strongly to her large, milky- white thighs. Her right hand immediately went between her legs and she stood at the foot of the bed as her middle finger worked up and down her slit (which was barely visible thru her thick bush). Her left hand squeezed and caressed her breasts. The movie was now forgotten. In no time she became very verbal, telling me again how horny she was and how she liked watching me "jerk off". Less than a minute after her clothes were removed she was panting and rubbing furiously (I could see how wet she was as her pubic hair became matted with her juices) and telling me she was going to come. And come she did! She squealed and threw her head back as she clamped her legs around her hand. She shook slightly and as she did her breasts jiggled teasingly in front of me. I didn't want to come yet, so I forced my hands to my side as I watched her thoroughly enjoy the beginning, middle and end of her orgasm.

She collapsed onto the bed, sitting on the edge facing away from me. She sighed and said, "I haven't come that hard in at least five years. That was GREAT". I scooted forward and put my hand on her shoulder. It was like electricity was going through her as she jumped.

"I'm glad it felt good. Now I want to make you feel even better," I told her. I kissed her back, then her shoulder, and then nuzzled her neck before I stood up.

I stood in front of her and attempted to take her hand. Before I could, she reached forward and took hold of my penis. It was slick with pre-cum, and as she began to slowly stroke it she looked up into my eyes and said, "Feel good?"

It was my turn to sigh. "Feels GREAT." But I didn't want to come in her hand. I pulled away and had her stand. When she did, I gently spun her around so that we were both facing the bed. I stepped close and hugged her, wedging my erection directly into the crack of her ass. "Oh GOD!" she whispered. I reached around with both hands and cupped her breasts, playing with her nipples. I began to rhythmically slide my hard penis up and down her crack, and let my right hand wander down between her legs. She was moaning again, and when my finger found her slit she was absolutely soaked! I had never been with a woman who lubricated this much. Her clitoris was easy to zero in on as it protruded from her lips, which were opened like a flower in May. I concentrated on up-and-down strokes of her button while occasionally flicking it with my finger tip (all the while humping against her large, milky white behind).

Being careful not to let her come again too soon, I pulled my hands away but remained pressed against her ass. I gently placed my hand on her upper back and pushed her forward, and she bent at the waist and put her hands on the bed. I stepped forward and teased her vagina from behind, guiding it up and down, which elicited moans and little yelps from Cathy. Finally I entered her, slowly at first until I was all the way in. She was surprisingly tight and pleasantly warm (and wet). I took hold of her hips and began to pump from behind. If I last 5 minutes I was lucky. I was so incredibly turned on at that point that I was on the verge of coming soon, and Cathy was pushing back against me, matching my strokes. I announced I was going to come. I pulled out at the last possible moment and deposited several thick streams of come all over Cathy's back and ass (honestly it was the most I had ejaculated in years...). As come continued to gurgle and seep out of my penis in the final stage of my orgasm, Cathy reached around and, in a move I will never forget, took my penis from above and pressed it back against her ass crack and anus while rocking her hips, adding to my pleasure and milking every last possible drop of semen from me.

We lingered for a few moments, and then Cathy gave me a loving peck on the lips and told me she was going to shower. When she went back to her room through the adjoining room I showered as well, and she returned in her nightshirt to say goodnight. Few words were spoken, and she ended up staying in my bed for the night. We masturbated each other the next morning before getting ready to leave for the airport, and talked at length on the plane about what transpired the night before. Cathy still works for me this day, and while we have never repeated the events of that night & morning in Denver, it is imbedded in my mind forever.