My Boss Made The Mistake Of Sending Me And My Cute Co- Worker On An Out-Of- Town Business Trip

We don’t normally go out-of-town for

work; maybe two, three times a year,

at most. When we do, we usually go

alone. There’s never really been a

need for more than one person.

I had just been promoted a couple of months prior, so this was my first big

test in the new position. The company

decided to send Shannon, a cute blonde

intern who was fresh out of college

and quickly impressing our bosses,

with me. The hotel wasn’t far enough away to take a plane and it made no

sense to take two cars, so we planned

to take the four-hour trip in my car. A lot of my friends gave the usual

responses when I told them I was

going out of town with my cute co-

worker, which I kind of expected, but I

was surprised that my dad seemed a

little worried. He called me as I was packing the night before. “Zach, make

sure Shannon doesn’t come on to you

while you’re driving.” I couldn’t tell from his tone if he was

kidding or if he was serious. In any

case, I didn’t plan on anything

happening, plus, she was seeing

someone. Aside from the fact that the

thought never occurred to me to begin with, the fact that she was unavailable

was added re-assurance that nothing

would happen. We didn’t know much about each

other before the trip, but over the four-

hour drive we learned a lot about one

another. She learned that I played

soccer for a number of years and

can’t cook a decent meal, while I learned that she was born in Texas and

can absolutely slay Eminem’s part in

“Forgot About Dre.” We checked into the hotels and headed

for our rooms, which were right next

to one another, and unpacked before

heading out to grab some dinner. It

wasn’t until the check was on its

way that I realized she had not mentioned her boyfriend, or anything

involving her relationship all night. On our way back to the hotel, I figured

that it couldn’t hurt to ask, so I

did. “So, how are things with

Vince?” I asked. She flinched. I don’t

know if she knew that I saw her, but

she quickly composed herself. “Um, well, we’re not together anymore,”

she said, clearly caught off guard.

“You know how it is.” I asked if she wanted to talk about it,

but she politely declined. “Thanks,

though,” she said, grabbing my hand

on the shifter. After about a second

and a half, it hit her that she was

holding my hand, and quickly pulled away. “I’m so sorry about that,”

she said, nervously. I laughed, “It’s

okay, I won’t tell anyone.” As we walked through the hotel lobby,

I thought about whether or not I would

try to kiss her at the end of the night.

By the time we reached the elevator, I

knew that it was a horrible idea. I had

too much to lose for something that I wasn’t even sure she wanted. We

got to our floor and didn’t give each

other so much as a hug goodnight. As I was washing my face, I heard a

knock at the door. I dried off and

opened it to find nobody there. I went

back into the bathroom, heard another

knock, and again opened it to an empty

hallway. Looking around, I heard another, softer, knock. It was the door

between our rooms. The distance from the front door to the

side door couldn’t have been more

than three steps, but each one felt like

a mile. I felt my heart beating harder

with each one. I reached for the knob

and opened it. She was standing there in what looked

like nothing but a t-shirt. “Hey,” she

said. “I have a question for you that I

need to ask and can’t wait until the

morning.” I stood there, shirtless in

my gym shorts, and inquired. “And that is?”

“Whose room are we staying in

tonight?” I wrapped my arm around her back

and pulled her towards me. “So I

guess this means yours?” she

whispered. I kissed her, walking

backwards into my room. She kicked

the door closed on the way in. I slid my hands down her back and under her

ass, grabbing it tight before lifting her

up. She wrapped her legs around my

thighs as I pressed her against the wall

and kissed her neck. Her arms were

around my neck, her nails gently grazing my scalp as she began

breathing harder. I let go of her ass and wrapped my

arm around her torso, my other hand

running through her thick blonde locks.

As I continued kissing her neck, she

started nibbling on my ear. I couldn’t

tell if it was me kissing her or the hot breath of my heavy breathing, but she

began to moan, softly. She pulled away, then stared at me

without saying a word. I looked into

her bright blue eyes and leaned in to

kiss her. She leaned back. I leaned in

more. She leaned further back. “Why are you teasing me like this?”

I whispered. “Because I like seeing

how much you want me.” She slowly

wiggled her hips against my groin.

“How badly do you want me right

now?” I couldn’t even bring myself to say something sexy back because

all I envisioned at that moment was

fucking her. “Bad,” I said, softly. “Show me how bad,” she

challenged, wiggling her hips slower. Without hesitation, I grabbed the collar

of her shirt and ripped half of it off in

one motion. She gasped, as her tits

were now inches away from sliding

out of her shirt. I didn’t waste any

time, and ripped the rest of her shirt before taking it off her.

She was gyrating against me, grabbing

my hair and kissing my neck, harder

this time. Her kissing turned into

sucking, which turned into nibbling,

which quickly turned into light biting. “What are you gonna do to me?”

she sighed in my ear. I buried my face

into her chest and started sucking her

tits as I walked across the room with

her still wrapped around me.

“Mmmm, I like where this is going,” she moaned, her head tilted back in

ecstasy.

I got to the windows and opened the

blinds, then pressed her naked body

against the glass. The chill from the

winter cold caused her to arch her back in shock. “Oh… wow,” she

panted. “Now what?” As I started to

kiss her again, I began pulling my

shorts down. I rubbed my cock against

her clit and started to slowly slide it in

to her wet pussy. “No,” she whispered. “Let me.” She reached

down to start playing with herself. She

slowly fingered herself before

massaging the head of my cock. “You’re pretty big,” she smirked,

guiding me into her tight pussy. As I

began to thrust forward, I could feel

her starting to flinch again… this time,

in a good way. I could see her eyes

start to squint, so I wanted to make sure not to hurt her. “You OK?” I

whispered. “Yeah, you’re just…

thick.” When I got all the way inside

her, I could hear the vibrations in her

breath as she panted. “OH! Wow.” It

took a little while for her to adjust. “Mmmgh fuck,” she groaned, before

getting comfortable and working her

hips with the rhythm of mine. I started fucking her harder, her

breathing getting heavier. I wrapped

both of my arms around her and pulled

her off the glass while still inside of

her. I pulled her against my chest and

starting fucking her even harder. Trying to muffle her screams, she

started biting my collarbone, her nails

digging in to both of my biceps. “You’re going to make me cum,

Zach,” she panted. “Don’t stop.”

The closer she got to climax, the harder

she sank her teeth into me. “Oh my

God. Oh my God,” she moaned.

“I’m cumming. Oh my God I’m cumming!” She grabbed my face with

both of her hands and kissed me,

passionately. When our lips broke, she

pressed her hand against my chest and

leaned back, telling me to move back

towards the bed. “Relax a little bit — I got this,” she

smiled. I finally pulled out of her to let

her down. I couldn’t tell who had

more trouble trying to stand; her legs

had been wrapped around mine for so

long and mine were beginning to buckle after a while. “You must be

exhausted,” she said, massaging my

cock. “Take a load off.” I laid down

on the bed and she slowly crawled on

shortly after. She ran her hands up my

thighs before swallowing my cock without any assistance. Exhilarated, I

couldn’t help but close my eyes and

enjoy myself. When I finally opened

them, she was staring back at me, the

head of my cock still secured in her

mouth. “You’ve been missing quite a

show,” she said, holding my cock

while licking it out of the side of her

mouth. “You won’t want to miss

this.” She twirled her tongue around

the head of my cock and slowly started working her way down my shaft.

Every time I thought she was going to

stop, she kept going. Deeper.

Deeper.

Deeper. She stopped when she reached the

base — the first girl to ever deep-

throat me.

The feel of my cock touching the back

of her throat and her entire mouth

around me was too much. I could feel myself ready to cum, but I wanted to

give her a warning. “Soon,” I groaned.

“Mmm, are you going to cum for me,

baby?” she whispered. Again, she

started going down on me. Just as she

was reaching the base again, my legs

started convulsing as I exploded into the back of her throat. I grabbed the

edge of the bed and squeezed it tight

until my body finally relaxed. She slowly pulled herself back up the

shaft of my cock and licked the head

for an additional clean-up. “Jesus

Christ, that was incredible,” I

sighed. Once I caught my breath, I

pulled her up under my arm to unwind. I could feel my heart pounding against

her soft cheek. I’ve always been one

to give first, receive last, if at all, so I

felt a little guilty that I didn’t take of

care her, orally, beforehand. “You

didn’t even let me go down on you,” I said, nudging her. “I guess I

owe you one.” She quipped back, “And a new shirt.”