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The drive from Charles de Gaulle airport to their hotel in the heart of Paris was one of the most awkward and tense moments John had ever had with his coworker Sarah. The normally bubbly and flirtatious young woman sat glaring out the window the entire drive, not saying a single word to her colleague. It was almost as if a dark cloud hung over her head, even as the taxi-driver tried and failed at starting a conversation.
As if it were an answer to John’s prayers, they finally arrived at their luxurious hotel. Getting out first, John grabs both of their bags before Sarah snatches it out of his hand, storming into the hotel. Sighing exasperatedly in response, he followed her up to the counter to check them both in. After grabbing their room-keys, John tried his hand at small talk once more in the elevator, getting the cold shoulder.
“Come on Sarah, what’s the matter?” he asked, frustrated as he rubbed his eyes. “It’s been a long flight and I get we’re both tired, but did I do something wrong?”
“You know what you did, and you won’t just fess up to it.” she huffed, dragging her suitcase out of the elevator the moment the doors opened. He chased after her, jogging quickly to keep up.
“Listen I don’t know what you think happened…” he began to say, as she swiped her key in the door.
“It doesn’t matter.” she snapped, tossing her bag inside. “I’m going to lay down and have a nap, try to keep out of trouble.”
Before John could reply, she shut the door in his face. Grumbling in annoyance, he entered his own room next door. As John turned the lights on, he was greeted with the sight of a luxurious hotel room. He thought to himself, *“Fuck they do love to spoil us, don’t they?”*
He began to unpack his bag, carefully folding his clothes and putting them into the dresser drawers as well as hanging up his extra suits. Once John was settled in, he changed into a casual button up shirt and jeans, before laying on the bed. Still lost in thought over their plane ride here, John couldn’t help but smile to himself. It had been so long since he had gone on a date, let alone a random hookup with a beautiful stranger, and he’d be damned if he let Sarah’s bad mood bring him down.
While John was lost in thought, the thing that brought him back was the growling in his stomach. He realized that he had not eaten anything since before the flight, and it was quickly catching up to him. Standing up and looking at himself in the mirror, his short auburn hair was a mess which he quickly straightened before walking over to the adjoining door between his and Sarah’s rooms. He raised his hand to knock on the door, intending to invite her to join him for dinner, but he stopped as a soft noise came through the door.
Through the door, John’s ear was greeted with the sound of a dull vibrating sound, barely audible even as he pressed his ear against the thin door. What was more audible was overtop the vibrating, the sound of panting and a soft moan. His eyes widened in shock as it dawned on him what he was hearing.
“Oh f-fuck…” Sarah moaned louder now, the sound of her panting becoming more laboured.
John knew he should pull away from the door, but couldn’t bring himself to do it. Since they landed, his eyes had begun to wander over Sarah’s body; finally imagining the things he had wanted to imagine over years of working with her but couldn’t bring himself to do it out of professional courtesy. Now, things were different.
He immediately became hard while listening to his younger colleague masturbating on the other side of his door, undoing his belt quietly as he pulled his thick cock out. After taking off his shirt, John began to slowly stroke himself, his own breath becoming deeper and heavier as he tried to match pace with Sarah. While his mind had been filled with the beautiful Elyse; with her blonde hair and curves, John’s mind now wandered to Sarah.
Her small muscular frame that he saw when she wore a sundress to their office barbecue the previous summer, her medium length brunette hair always tied back in a ponytail, showing off her slender neck. A perky chest, and firm ass from years of working out at the gym. Every detail he knew of and those he could only imagine flowed through his mind as he heard Sarah getting herself closer and closer to her orgasm. John felt himself edging closer as well, holding himself back to keep enjoying this as long as he could.
It wasn’t long before Sarah squealed loudly, biting her lip to hold the noises of her orgasm in; but not quiet enough so John couldn’t hear. Hearing her climax pushed him over the edge as well, as he held his breath and shot his thick load of cum all over himself. Listening to Sarah’s soft moans of pleasure as she came down from the high of her own session, John stroked out the last drops from himself, before his mind came back to what just transpired.
Fear overtook him instantly. He thought to himself, *“What if she heard me? If I got caught doing that my career would have been over!”*
John quickly made his way to the bathroom, cleaning himself off and jumping into the shower, without his erection ever changing. Thoughts of Sarah ran through his mind as he washed himself, wishing he could have experienced the real thing; but simply glad with what he had. After finishing up his shower, he ordered room-service as he couldn’t handle the thought of running into Sarah right now, especially when he was absolutely ready to go again. After eating dinner quickly John crawled into bed and drifted off to sleep, anxious for the next day when he’d inevitably have to face his younger colleague.
Morning came all too quickly and had John waking up at the crack of dawn. Even on a business trip he made sure to make his way down to the gym first thing in the morning, have a quick workout, shower then to breakfast. Luckily, this particular hotel’s breakfast wasn’t the usual fare of just a buffet, but a full restaurant for him to enjoy. Sitting in a white dress shirt and slate-grey pants, John enjoyed a plate of eggs benedict and sipped his coffee as he looked over the itinerary for the day.
“Good morning.” a soft voice said next to him, as Sarah stepped around the table to sit across from him. Today, her hair wasn’t in a pony-tail which was a rarity for Sarah, with her brown hair falling down barely to her shoulders. Wearing a light blue blouse and tight black skirt, it caused John’s brain to fly back to the previous night, which made him choke slightly on his coffee. He coughed into his elbow quickly, getting a raised eyebrow from his companion.
“Ah! Sarah!” John said, sitting up straight and clearing his throat nervously. “Did you uh… sleep well?”
“Yeah I slept fine. Did you? You seem a bit squirrelly today.” she giggled, waving down a waitress to order her breakfast as well. Sarah seemed to be in a much better mood this morning, clearly having moved past the previous day’s excitement.
“I slept well, just a bit nervous for today.” John lied, his eyes trailing down her blouse and then back up to her eyes.
“If you say so, weirdo.” she said, rolling her eyes as she took a sip of her own coffee. Their breakfast went by much more casually as John began to relax, still with the same vivid imaginations running through his head but realizing they were just that; imaginations. Finishing breakfast up, John charged the food to his room as the pair walked out to the streets of Paris to hail a cab, heading towards the convention centre.
The day was about as exciting as anyone could expect from an economics and banking conference. The first day was one full of mingling, networking and listening to dry talks from even dryer bank executives and politicians, finally concluding with a quiet cocktail party at the conference hall. John did his best to chat with some of the other attendees, but his eyes followed his young associate around the hall as she almost floated from conversation to conversation.
*“God, she’s a natural.”* John thought to himself, chuckling. He wondered if he had been that ambitious when he first started; or if he ever had those kinds of people skills. While chatting with an elderly investment banker from Sweden, Sarah strolled over and tapped John on the shoulder, leaning in to whisper.
“I think that’s enough schmoozing for one day. Let’s head out and grab a drink somewhere less stuffy alright?” she said just louder than a whisper. She turned to look at the man John was speaking with and said more clearly, “Do you mind if I borrow my associate? I was hoping to introduce him.”
The man politely nodded and walked off, and John silently thanked her for saving him. They quickly made their way out to the street, and they began to walk briskly into the city.
“I heard about this great Cabaret closer to the Eiffel tower. Want to go grab a drink there?” she asked, holding her hands behind her back and looking up at the night sky.
“Sure, if you think we can even get in.” he laughed, waving down a cab for the pair. Sarah gave the driver the address and before long, they were speeding along the Seine with the view of the magnificent Eiffel tower in front of them. After a short drive devoid of evening traffic, the taxi dropped John and Sarah off along a dingy looking alley, with an unmarked door at the bottom of a stairwell.
“Are you sure this is the right place…? It’s super sketchy.” John hesitantly said, craning his neck to look down the stairs. Sarah laughed in response and grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the door.
“Of course! You old people may not get this, but the cool bars typically are more hidden like this.” she said teasingly. John started to reply sarcastically about him only being five years older than she was, but before he could get the words out she pulled the door open and all but dragged him inside.
The hallway was tremendously dark, John being almost unable to see even three feet in front of him, but he was greeted by the sound of music and singing ahead. They walked carefully down the hall and through a curtain, where it opened up into a large room with a stage against the back wall, and the room itself sloped down from the entrance towards them on several smaller flat levels. A hostess grabbed a few menus and led them along the side of the hall, to a dark booth towards the back of the theatre; one of the few remaining seats.
“Merci.” John said politely, smiling at the waitress as they slid in on either side of the table. Ordering drinks for the two of them, John and Sarah watched the performers sing and dance, entranced. Time flew by as more songs, performers, and drinks came out, making the night feel almost as if it were a blur.
“See? Not so bad for a sketchy bar in a foreign city.” she said, as the fifth song ends, smirking at him as she sipped at her second glass of wine. John rolled his eyes and started to take a long swig of his whiskey.
“Could be worse I suppose. Rick could be the one sitting here with me.” he laughed, joking about their boss.
“God, can you imagine?” she said, leaning forward, her elbows on the table as she laid her chin in her hands. “He wouldn’t have put up with what you did on the flight, well… at least less so than I did.”
Sarah said this as John was taking a drink, which caused him to choke on it. He sputtered out, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She cracked a mischievous smile at him, raising a disbelieving eyebrow. “Come on, I’m not stupid. I don’t know why you can’t just *tell* me the truth. Why hide it, are you ashamed or embarrassed? She was pretty cute, I’d have done the same.”
John blushed hard, as he downed his drink and flagged down a waitress for a refill. “Listen I don’t know what you think happened…”
“What I *think* happened, was that you’ve been so pent up lately because you’re a workaholic, that when the first pretty girl shows you a bit of attention you swooned for her and got up to some unprofessional activities on a plane.” she said, shrugging. “If you just tell me the truth, maybe I’ll stop teasing you about it.”
“Alright, dammit.” he sighed, rubbing his eyes. “Yeah Elyse and I uh… hooked up in the bathroom of the plane okay?”
“Ohhhh Elyse!” she said mockingly, affecting a french accent. “Such a french beauty, of course you couldn’t help yourself.”
“Why does it even matter to you? You have a boyfriend, what are you jealous of?” he snapped back, glaring at her. Sarah’s smile quickly disappeared from her face as her eyes went cold.
“Yeah, I do have a boyfriend.” she said, flatly. “One who isn’t here with me, so I can’t bug him now can I?”
“You make a good point.” John said, cracking a smile. “I can’t imagine why he stays with you if you annoy him like this.”
“It’s because I’m so good at sucking dick.” she said, winking and it causes John to freeze up. “Relax, it’s no big deal. Two adults can talk about this kind of stuff can’t they?”
“Well yeah, but not *coworkers*.” he said, scratching his head in embarrassment.
“Why can’t we? It’s not like anyone is here to tell us we can’t.” she said, leaning in closer and reaching a hand out to take his. “We could just act like adults for a bit right? Leave the ‘coworkers’ bit at the conference. At least until we get back to Toronto.”
“What about your boyfriend?” John asked, trying desperately to keep himself under control as he quickly became more erect under the table.
“What about him?” she asked, downing the rest of her wine. “He wouldn’t be caught dead at a place like this. It gets pretty boring having him around to be honest.”
“So I’m just entertainment to you eh?” he said, raising an eyebrow unimpressed. John jumped slightly as he felt a foot running up his thigh, towards his crotch.
“Could be, depends how good you are.” she said, biting her lip. “When the waitress comes back, order me another wine okay?”
“Okay, where are you goi-” he began to say, before she quickly slid under the table cloth and out of sight. “Sarah! What are you doing?”
“Shh!” she hissed out, and before he could say anything else he felt hands undoing his belt. “Just try to stay quiet, alright?”
Feeling his pants get tugged down, John focused his eyes on the performers ahead of him as he tried to maintain his composure as he felt a pair of wet, warm lips wrap around his cock. Sarah began to slowly kiss and lick along his shaft, her tongue lapping at his skin hungrily, before licking up from the base slowly up to his tip. Without warning she took him into her mouth, bobbing her head at a slow steady pace that caused his body to shake with pleasure.
John closed his eyes and leaned his head back, sighing softly as he felt her working him, the pace getting faster and faster when suddenly he heard someone clear their throat. His eyes shoot open and the waitress is standing in front of him, sliding the drink onto the table in front of him.
“Anything else I can get you monsieur?” she asked, looking to Sarah’s now empty seat. “Another drink for your friend?”
Hearing the voice above her causes Sarah to begin taking John deeply into her throat, hungrily slurping his cock. He bit his tongue and nodded, trying to keep his moans in check as he said, “Ah… uh yes. A-another glass of wine s’il vous plait.”
“Tres bien.” she said, smiling curiously at him before she turned and walked away. John quickly downed his whiskey, and let out a quiet moan, just loud enough for Sarah to hear, to which she slid her head back up, giggling in response.
“You okay John?” she whispered up, lifting the table cloth and winks. Looking down, John could feel the saliva trailing down his shaft and over his balls, and as his eyes landed on Sarah he was greeted to the sight of his beautiful associate, her hair slightly tousled. A long strand of saliva hung between her lip and the tip of his cock, and he nodded in reply.
“Yeah, keep going.” he muttered down at her, to which she eagerly complied. Sarah wasted no time taking him fast and deep, deep-throating him as she gagged, John praying nobody could hear. This wasn’t exactly how John had imagined his first night of the trip going, but it was certainly what he had hoped for. As Sarah continued to slurp him up and down, he felt his cock swelling as he rapidly approached his orgasm.
“S-sarah… fuck I’m close.” he panted, muttering down to her as his body tensed. Hearing John so close to finishing, she consistently pushed her head up and down, deep-throating with every thrust as she gagged which caused her throat to tighten around him. Inside her mouth, Sarah’s tongue lapped against him ravenously, licking up all of the pre-cum dripping out of his cock until finally he let out a torrent of hot, sticky cum down her throat. As the first spurt came out, she held her head down as deeply as she could take him, letting his cock pulse in her throat as he greedily swallowed it down.
Finally with the last drop out, she sucked it again gently, causing a shiver of pleasure up his spine, slurping up to the tip and cleaning it off. John heard a soft *pop* as she lifted her head up from him, and quietly climbed back into her seat. Sarah immediately began to fix her hair, and wipe the smeared lipstick from her chin as she smirked at John.
“So how was that for letting loose for a night, huh?” she asked, laughing at his incredulous look. In response, John waved down the waitress and asked for their bills, as she placed the glass of wine in front of Sarah. “Aw come on, I barely got to watch any of the shows!”
“Finish your wine, we’re going back to the hotel.” John said gruffly, pulling his pants back up and doing up his belt. Sarah’s eyes widened at the show of dominance and nodded, drinking back her wine quickly. By the time the waitress had come back with the bill, John quickly paid and grabbed Sarah’s hand, this time taking the lead as he pulled her out of the small cabaret.
The pair hailed a cab to bring them back to the hotel, travelling back in almost total silence. Sarah clearly was confused by the silent treatment she was being given, but that changed the moment they reached the hallway in front of their respective rooms. Before Sarah could swipe the key to enter her room, John pulled her into his, pushing her up against the wall as he kissed her passionately.
John quickly tore off Sarah’s blouse and skirt, tossing them to the floor as she helped him undo his clothes as well. He lifted the petite woman into his arms, tossing her onto the bed and all but pouncing on top of her. Sliding a hand between her legs, John could feel how wet Sarah already was as he began to finger her deeply, causing her to moan loudly.
“Fuck John…” she moaned, her back arching as she grinds on his hand. “Y-you know… I imagined us doing this last night…”
These words caused John to stop and look her in the eyes, smirking. “You and me both.”
She bit her lip and pulled him in close, kissing him passionately as she pushed her tongue into his mouth. Before long, John was thrusting his hard cock deeply inside of her, wasting no time as he began to rub her clit with the rhythm of his hips. While thrusting hard and fast into her, John leaned his head down to suck on her nipples, biting them gently as she ran her hands through his hair, gripping it hard.
The sounds of their bodies slapping together filled the hotel room, the air becoming hot and the scent of sweat thick around them. The idea of them being coworkers truly was left at the conference, and now all that was left were a man and woman, slaves to their basest needs. John’s eyes closed as he felt himself nearing his second orgasm of the night, but was taken by surprise as Sarah wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, and flipped them over so she was straddling him.
“No way… you can’t cum yet old man.” she said sternly, sitting up straight as she started to grind along him. “Not when I can still go longer.”
John groaned in annoyance, so close to cumming as Sarah’s hands pinned him by the chest to the bed. He slid one hand down to help edge her closer by teasing her clit, his thick cock rubbing up against her g-spot as she grinds on his lap. She moaned loudly and switched from grinding along him, to bouncing up and down along the length of his cock. This was the Sarah he knew, taking control in situations and getting what she wanted.
He watched her small body bounce up and down on top of him, her small perky breasts jiggling with every movement she made. Sarah’s eyes closed and she bit her lip, her breathing becoming ragged. John knew these sounds well, as he had been replaying them in his mind all day. Her body tensed around him as she began to slow, wanting to prolong the feeling of pleasure; but now it was John’s turn to take control.
Grabbing her by the hips, John braced himself on the bed as he started to thrust up and hard into Sarah, her eyes shooting open in shock. The sudden thrusting took her by surprise, turning her moans into squeals of pleasure, as he slammed into her. His hand on her clit started rubbing even faster, as the other hand reached around to grab her round ass firmly, squeezing it and using her cheek to pull her down every time he thrusted up. The sudden ferocity of their sex drove them both over the edge, as they came together hard; Sarah tightening around John’s cock and moaning loudly, squirting all over his lap as John shot several thick strands of cum deeply inside of her.
As their orgasms subsided, Sarah continued to grind against him, her eyes glazed over in happiness. John smiled up at her, spanking her ass playfully and getting a pleased giggle from her in response.
“See, even an old man like me knows how to have fun when we’re out of town.” he said, panting heavily. “You could uh… spend the night you know.”
This stopped Sarah from grinding on him, sitting there and looking down; raising an eyebrow. “That was kind of the plan. Or do you think you can’t go all night?”
*“All night?”* John thought, swallowing the lump forming in his throat. He hadn’t had an all-nighter since he was in college; let alone with someone as gorgeous as Sarah. Smiling at her, he put on his cockiest tone. “Only if you can handle it.”
“Good.” she said, grinning down at John, as she slid off of his lap. Quickly moving down the bed, she began to suck him vigorously, cleaning his cock as one hand began to rub his balls. The sensitivity in his body was so strong he was already immediately hard again, his mind in a fog of pleasure.
John had a feeling he was going to be in for a long night.
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Good stuff… ant wait for part 3