[M]y eventful business road trip / meeting with a Colleague [F]

Whilst the more off than on thing I had with Jane was ongoing, I was still working pretty hard.

I was a senior consultant at where I worked, which usually means travel time to customer sites. Sometimes it’s useful, sometimes it has to be done to make sure the customer is happy and “feeling the love”.

Anyway, a new member of the team had started, Michelle. Michelle was 5ft 6, brunette hair, nice long legs, a (UK) size 10, aged about 28, what I describe as goldilock tits (not to big, not too small , but just right), immaculately dressed and always very well presented, cut glass english accent (she was from kent).

She joined the team, and was desperate to make a good impression, nothing was too much work or effort. She was introduced to the team, and I booked in a 1:1 with her for a few days later to see what she wanted to pick up first.

The day comes, I take her to Pret for a coffee and sit down out of the office. I can see plenty of heads turning as we walk past. We manage to find a table away from the noise, and start off with the usual small talk. Since she’s clearly not from Leeds, I ask what she is doing up here and where is she living.

She came up with her now ex, who it turns out didn’t want the same things she did, and that she’s just moved into a new apartment. Thinking nothing of it, we get down to work. The day passes pretty quickly and I head home about 5ish.

As i’m leaving the office Michelle is heading for the door too, I keep it open and start chatting about the usual stuff, “How are you finding it etc…” as we make our way out the building.

We get out onto the street and I say “well, i’m heading down here….” Before I could finish, Michelle jumps in with “me too”. After a few min of walking together, I ask “where is it you’re living?”. Michelle says “there’s a champagne bar just down here (because every apartment building has a shitty name no one else knows, we aim for bars as point of reference), I live facing that”. There must be 10-15 apartment buildings that way, and thinking that the odds of being in the same building is slim to nil, I just say “I know that bar, I live that way too”.

Within a couple of minutes we make it to the entrance to my building, “this is me” I say. Michelle cuts back with “no way, me too!”.

I immediately think “fuck, no escape from work for me”.

Door open and in the lift, she presses her floor thankfully not the same as mine. She mentions that she gets in the office, and I’m already usually in, so she’ll get up earlier and walk in with me. This is exactly what I don’t want, no matter how pretty she is. Trying to be the nice colleague, I accept.

The new routine starts, we exchange personal numbers after a day or so, and that’s that for a couple of weeks.

I have a meeting in Great Yarmouth coming up in a week or so (for anyone not UK Based – that’s a 4hr drive minimum, and no other way to do it from Leeds) and I get told it’d be good for Michelle to “see a client and start getting stuck in”.

The meeting is due to start at 10 on the Tuesday, I make sure she’s free, to which the response is “yeah, but i’m supposed to be on a date on Monday”. I say I hope it goes well. The night before the meeting, I text tell her I’ll be down in our car park at 5:30 for the trip. She asks what I’ll be wearing, I say “I’ll be suited and booted” to which “ok” comes back.

I text her about 5 min before meeting in the morning, asking her if she wanted a coffee, she fires straight back with “Cappuccino – lol”. Thankfully in the days of nespresso, this is actually achievable, so I make one in a travel mug and head to the garage.

I get down and see Michelle, She always dressed well, but this was 9/10 sexy business woman attire. Nice fitted dark skirt, black tights (i assumed), white shirt, dark red lips, and heels in hand. I immediately think, “FUCK, this is going to be a long trip with my thoughts”. I hand her the coffee and she gives me an “awww thats so nice”, and squeezes my arm. I point her to my car, and in we get.

She starts to stretch her long legs, “get comfy, it’s a long old drive” I say. She asks if she can get a bit of catch-up sleep. “No problem, was it a late finish on your date?” I ask, in a genuine nice way.

Michelle says back “he was a dick, I fucked him off after 1 drink”. I want to enquire more but say “see you in a bit”. Off she sleeps and i can’t help but keep glancing at this astonishingly pretty woman, in my car next to me, he skirt showing off lots of leg, and her shirt buttons showing a hint of skin underneath

After an hour or so, she wakes up and we begin chatting about work and the meeting, what questions we’ll face, the issues they’re having etc…

We get there with 10-15 min to spare, park up. I say “I’m sorry I’ve just got to put a bit of aftershave on.”, feeling and now smelling a bit more presentable, we walk towards the building, Michelle has that waggle of the arse women only get by wearing heels, as I get near the door, Michelle leans in and says “you smell wonderful”. We sit at reception, and my dick is tingling with that last comment, “she meant nothing by it, forget it dickhead” I tell myself.

The client comes down to meet us, shakes hands and I introduce Michelle. He apologies but he could only book one of the small rooms “it’ll be a squeeze”. He wasn’t kidding, a small desk trying to hold 4 laptops, 4 chairs and michelle sitting that close she’s practically on my knee. Limited (shitty) air con, this is going to be a hard meeting on every level.

Things get a tad vocal in the meeting around technology not working, but after an hour or two, everyone is happy, we say goodbye and head back towards the car. The journey starts off with me asking, “how was that, did you find it useful?”. “Yeah, you did well controlling the discussion, its good to see someone able to control it like that” says Michelle.

“she meant nothing by it” I tell myself again.

After 30-60 min I ask about her shit date the night before, “he turned up wearing a tracksuit, i turned up in a dress, and he lied to me about his job, so I didn’t want to waste the time, he wasn’t really my type either a bit to small height wise, and it turns out he smokes which is a huge no-no for me”.

I try and make a funny remark back which earns a giggle, so I then ask, “what is your type?”. Michelle starts with the usual “funny / smart etc…, someone with a good job, knows how to dress, a bit older, someone who can take control when needed……. Someone quite like you”. At that point I visibly gulp, and I’m sure she sees me. “Besides, i’m not after anything long term, i just want good company and other things” she continues.

“What do you look for in a woman, Storiesofmypast ?”

Well, fuck it, I may as well give it a go…

“Much like you, funny / smart etc… but someone a bit younger, who can have fun, at this moment in my life nothing too serious, who knows how to dress, and not be too needy, I won’t lie I do prefer brunettes”. I say that last comment with a very nervous giggle at the end, and out of the corner of my eye, I see her open her legs slightly.

“What do you mean, know how to dress ?” she knows what she’s doing and I’m getting flustered. I figure I’m in this far, I won’t make a move unless she does, but I may as well spell it out.

“I love the business dress look, and honestly, I have a bit of a thing for a woman in underwear underwear and heels.” I’m not sure whose face is redder, hers or mine. I begin to doubt myself, shit, she didn’t mean that, before I have time to apologise she says.

“so , someone like me, I love my underwear and sets, they always match although today is the exception, the white shirt means limited choice”. I nearly crash my car, I’m getting extremely turned on.

The chat on the rest of the journey turns into basically a list of character traits and things which turn each of us on. I am somehow keeping a degree of composure, as Leeds appears on the horizon.

“Since it’s about 3:30, i’m not going into the office, so do you fancy a glass of wine to toast your first customer meeting?” I ask.

“Sounds good”, comes the quick response “but i want to drop my laptop and stuff in the apartment, then I’ll come up to yours”.

I park the car, we grab our stuff from the boot, and she says “see you in a few!”. What the fuck do I do in this position? First port of call is deodorant and aftershave, then get the wine ready.

10 min later there’s a knock on my door.

Michelle steps in, and immediately comments “you’ve put that aftershave back on, haven’t you, you smell incredible”, and she leans in close for a sniff but nothing more. I notice the shirt, and the bra beneath it has changed colour, the shirt has a few buttons undone showing just a bit of cleavage, lipstick is re-applied, and her heels have changed to a pair of Louboutins. I know I am in trouble !

I take her into lounge, and hand her some wine, “cheers”. We walk out onto the balcony and sit down to enjoy some sun for a bit. Talking is now more risque, more innuendo and a lot more flirting. As we approach the end of the bottle, I ask “so you’re matching now ?”.

She nods, and inches her right hand up and starts to undo the button covering her tits. Her tits fall out of her shirt and she pulls it to the side so I can see them and the bra with no obstructed view. “You like?”, I nod lost for words, I reach out to cup one but pause for a second waiting for her to confirm it’s ok, she leans in and pushes it into my hand. I lean across and kiss her gently and our tongues meet for just a few seconds.

Michelle leans back, “wait, I need the bathroom, and can you grab more wine please”. I’ve blow it, fuck. I hear the heels clattering around the bathroom, a good few minutes pass.

I stand in the kitchen worrying, as I hear the door to the bathroom open and her walk out in those heels, I walk out to meet Michelle with the wine in my hand. About to start apologising before I see her , I’m stopped in my tracks by Michelle stood in the doorway. Her shirt is no longer on her, the skirt is hitched up over her waist revealing her holdups, and a landing strip shaved pubic area. Her panties are in her hand, and she throws them to me. “Take a look, and check that they match.” I lift them to my nose, she smells incredible.

I walk over and kiss her deeply, I find her bra clasp and unhook it, I push her back against the wall. Her nipples are a beautiful shade of pink and they’re getting harder by the second. “Suck on my tits” she says between gasping, which I do gladly. My hand slides over the tops of her stockings onto her skin (which nearly caused me to cum, after the day i’ve had), between her legs, and run my hands over her trimed pubic hair, and then slide my finger inside her.

I hear the sigh of contentment as my fingers begin to play with her pussy. Her hands tug at my belt and undo the buttons of my trousers, I can feel her hand on my dick, stroking me through my pants. “That big dick feels so good in my hand” she lifts her hand and slides it under my pants and is now stroking my cock. I can feel pre-cum leaking over the tip of my dick, which Michelle quickly finds it too, she coats her fingers and slides them into her mouth. “You taste exactly like I hoped you would”. I tell her to stop, so I can get my clothes off. She starts to unzip her skirt, but i tell her to keep it on, for now at least which gets a huge smile.

My fingers are now circling her clit, and moving in and out of her now audibly sopping wet pussy. “Make me cum” she grunts between kissing, her lipstick is now becoming slightly smeared around her mouth. I move my mouth to her tits, as I do I tell her “I’ve been thinking about doing this all afternoon”, I slide my fingers deeper inside her, the palm of my hand rubbing her clit within seconds she’s gone jelly legged and leans on my to keep her up whilst squatting down my hand which now practically inside her. Once she regains some balance I slide out of her, my fingers coated in her, I take a couple and put them in my mouth, and Michelle does the same to the other two.

Your turn she says, as she sits down on my sofa, I stand above her and watch my dick get swallowed. Between mouthfuls she comments how big i am in her mouth and that she wants to see me cum on her. Michelle spits on my dick, and proceeds to rub it over her mouth and chin, before taking me back in her mouth. I am seconds away as I feel my balls beginning to tense, I let her know and tell her to put the cum wherever she wants it. “I want you to make me messy” she says as she slides the dick out of her mouth coated in thick drool. She takes it in her hand and points my dick at her legs, I let out an almost primeval grunt as I shoot my load over the tops of her stockings, legs and even her skirt. She rubs some in to her legs and then sucks on a finger looks up at me and says “I have been thinking about do that to you all fucking day.”

I sit on the sofa next to Michelle, I tell her to get comfy, so she ask if it’s now ok to remove the skirt, as it slides down her legs it collects traces of my cum. As she sits back down she lifts her legs and heels and puts them across my lap.

We chat, and I say how much I wasn’t expecting this today. She tells me she’s been thinking about it non stop over the past week or so since she’d known we’d be in the car alone, and she’s glad it happened.

We talk about sex, and how she’s never done (and never will apparently (but that is another story)) anal, but she’s just started getting into watching porn. I tell her I need to get myself off daily, and she comments “now I live this close, maybe I could help you with that?”.

With that I am watching her stroke the top parts of her legs where my cum has now dried white on her black stockings, and my hand is inching up her thighs.

I ask if I can taste her pussy, she nods smiles and bites her bottom lip, she slides her legs off me. I kneel on the floor, and open her legs and lift them over my shoulder, I start kissing and exploring the tops of her thighs, kissing and sucking on the lips of her pussy. I pull her arse slightly off my sofa to allow me better access.

I slide my tongue inside her, and feel her squirm on my sofa, She lets out a gasp as my inches inside her. I spend a couple of minutes alternating between sucking on a now very visible clit, and sliding my tongue deep. I’m now spreading her arsecheeks as I’m tasting her, and just for a second I run my tongue over her arse. She lets out a mixture of a yelp / moan, half shock, half pleasure. I slide my fingers back inside her, and suck on her clit until she cums and her body is shaking on my sofa.

As I stand, she does too and kisses me, my mouth and tongue covered in her juices. She whispers, “I loved you doing that to my arse, you have to do it again” and pushes me softly onto the sofa.

My dick is throbbing, as I look up at her, and I give myself a couple of tugs just to let her know where I want her.She slides her left leg and right leg as she straddles me and holding on to my dick, she slides herself on it. We both moan as she begins grinding down me, she pushes her tits into my mouth and I gently bite on her nipples, which causes her to ride me harder and moan in my ear and I feel a wetness running over my balls from her pussy. I let her know I’m close to cumming, “fill me, fill my pussy”, Within seconds I grab Michelles hips and make sure I’m as deep inside her as possible, I tense and have another powerful orsgasm shooting my load inside my beautiful colleague.

She stays sitting on me for a few min, as we kiss and come down from the high of sex. She lifts herself off my cock, as my cum starts leaking from her pussy onto the floor. She apologies as I stand to get something to clean it up with, I make sure she knows it is the sign of a good time. Her hold-ups are mess of fluids, and they look incredible for it. I can see trails of wetness running down her thigh over the hold ups. She finally takes her heels, she collects the clothing which had been dropped over the lounge, as she excuses herself for the bathroom.

After tidying herself up she comes back out in the clothes, the skirt has a very obvious white stain on it. I make some food and we have an easy hour or so.

After goodbyes for the night, I get a picture sent through, of Michelle licking the stain on the skirt “it tastes better coming from you”. That photo got me to sleep that evening.

Me and Michelle grew pretty close over the coming few months, never an official partner but as close as you could be. I left the building about 6-8 weeks later, which in itself will be a follow-up story.

Thanks for reading

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