A Business Trip, A Broken Doorknob, and a Missing Thong [MF][voy][exh]

I [M] was planning a business trip out of state a few years back, and figured it would be a great opportunity to catch up with friends. On my route was a friend [F] of mine whom I’d known for a few years. We’d met through some mutual friends a while back while I was dating someone else, and even though I was taken back then, I always recognized how attractive she was.

She was always really cute, and definitely had that quiet “bookworm” girl feel which I really like. She had glasses and long blonde hair which she wore up or down depending on the day. She was very slim with pronounced features where it counted. Some of my “fondest” memories of her were the nerdy Halloween outfits she wore, such as one particular Wonder Woman costume she wore one year which did wonders to flaunt her figure.

She and my girlfriend (now ex) back then were really good friends, and would swap stories about sexual escapades all the time. Our friend would hear everything about the sex I had with my ex, and then she would tell my ex about her adventures as well. I would occasionally overhear parts of their phone calls, and sometimes I would get an earful of what our friend liked in bed, and so on. From the small bits I overheard, she seemed like a frustrated voyeur that kept having a string of bad relationships. When I was dating my ex I would often think about what it would be like to sleep with our friend, but I never acted on it.

Our friend would often make small talk with just me, singling me out of crowds at large gatherings, or on hikes that we often did with our friend group. She sometimes made comments about my body, things like “Wow you have really defined calves” while walking behind me on a hike, things that made me question “Is she flirting with me right now?” She got pretty much weekly updates on all the dirty acts my girlfriend and I were up to, so I honestly couldn’t blame her for thinking about me like that.

Now that I was single however, I was hoping things might change. I sent her a text talking about my trip and itinerary and let her know I would be in her area for a night. I asked if she wanted to hang out and catch up. She replied almost immediately with an emphatic “Yeah!” and lots of emojis. She quickly offered to let me crash at her place since she had a spare room, and I jumped at the offer.

I set off for my trip, and had a bland first day. I was thoroughly bored with the visit to the office branch nearby her. As I sat in meeting after meeting, my thoughts couldn’t help but drift to the idea of hanging out with her at her place, and then spending the night there. At the end of the day, after a corporate dinner at a very nice restaurant, I headed to her apartment. When I got there she threw open her door and greeted me in a short black skirt, red thigh-highs, and a tight V-neck shirt. Pretty much all of her assets were on display. She looked awesome, and I’m pretty sure she noticed me quickly scan her whole body from head to toe.

“Hey! So great to see you,” I said and we hugged each other in the doorway. I smelled a perfume on her that was either new or I had just never noticed it before. My cologne from earlier this morning had likely worn off by now, though she still hugged me quite tightly. I could feel her breasts pushed up against my stomach (I’m 10 inches taller than her) and I got immediately turned on. I made sure to end the hug before she could feel me getting hard, and I asked “would it be alright if I used your shower? Long day.” She said “oh yeah, totally fine. Just a heads up, the doorknob is busted on the bathroom door, so the door doesn’t close all the way on it’s own. There’s a stack of books in there you can pile up against the door though to keep it shut, well for the most part anyways.” She looked like she was holding back a smile at that last part. I just smiled and said “Okay, thanks for the heads up.”

We exchanged some small talk as I wondered to myself how one breaks a doorknob, and she led me up to the guest room. As she walked up the stairs in front of me, I caught a long glance up her skirt. I made out a red lace thong tightly tucked between her gorgeous thighs. I was definitely pitching a tent at this point, and was truly a bit flustered. I wasn’t sure if this was intentional or if she was just too excited to see me to think about what she was revealing.

I dropped my stuff in the spare room and took a change of clothes in with me to the bathroom. I closed the door and noticed what we she was talking about. When the door was closed the latch wouldn’t stick into the door frame, so it wouldn’t close all the way. I did my best to close the door and pile up the stack of books nearby against it, but my best attempt left the door slightly open still. I wrote it off as a loss and undressed. At this point I didn’t doubt that she would probably sneak a peak at some point, so I did my best to flaunt what I had as well. As I took my pants off my rock hard cock bounced up and stood straight out, showing it’s full length and girth. I had been working out since my breakup, so my butt and muscles were all more toned than usual. I swear I heard a quiet gasp from the doorway when I stood up with my erection fully out, but the running water was loud enough that it could have been my mind playing tricks on me. I pulled the shower curtain across the tub and started to shower.

The curtain was clear plastic but not completely transparent, so enough to give any observers a clear idea of what was behind it. My erection lasted throughout the whole shower, as I couldn’t stop thinking about her standing out there, potentially watching me. I’ve had exhibitionist/voyeur fantasies for a while but never really got to indulge them, so I was throbbing the whole time. I eventually turned the water off and hopped out of the shower, at which point I definitely heard some muffled footsteps trailing away out in the hall. I also noticed the door was open about an inch wider than when I had gotten into the shower.

I got dressed and headed downstairs to the couch where I found her with her legs folded to the side of her, watching TV. I could tell she was a bit out of breath, but I pretended not to notice. I sat down next to her and she said with a smile “I’ll grab some wine for us,” and she hopped up and dashed to the kitchen. She passed between the couch and the coffee table right in front of me, and I got another glance up her skirt. This time, even though I couldn’t see much, I could tell that she wasn’t wearing the red thong anymore. My cock got hard again and I maneuvered it to hide as much as I could. She must have *really* been enjoying the view upstairs. “You hungry at all?” she called from the kitchen. I looked over and saw her bent over in front of the fridge, her bare ass peaking out at me from underneath the black fabric. This time, I figured this couldn’t all be on accident, and I could barely contain myself anymore. I walked over to her and said “yes, definitely.”

As she was still bending down, rifling through the fridge drawers, I put a hand on her lower back. She stood up somewhat surprised and the fridge door closed behind her on its own. I put both my hands around her waist and slowly pulled her into me. I asked with a smile “Were you standing outside the bathroom door while I was in there?” The look on her face was simultaneously filled with both guilt and lust, and as I pulled her closer and held her tighter she said “What? Uhhh… no way! I was down here the whole…” before she could finish she was already wrapping her hands around me as well, running her fingers over the muscles in my back. Her voice trailed off and I leaned down to kiss her.

We started making out and her hands wandered all over me, eventually landing down on my ass, which she started squeezing rhythmically. I wrapped my hands under her bare ass too and picked her up, so that her face was at the same level as mine. I put her on the kitchen counter and kissed her down the side of her face, down her neck, and then down her V-neck in between her heaving breasts. I quickly pulled my shirt over my head with both hands and tossed it to the floor, helping her do the same. She was wearing red lingerie which matched the stockings and now-missing thong, and she looked astounding.

We dove back in to french kiss and I let my hands run all over her thighs. I could tell she had been very wet for quite a while, as drips of her juices were streaming down her legs and soaking into her stockings. I slid a warm hand up her thigh to her crotch and felt her soft, dripping pussy. She was cleanly shaven, which undoubtedly was just for me. She moaned softly as I rubbed her clit and kissed her neck more. I could feel her body quiver with pleasure, and put my other hand on her plump breast, sliding it underneath her lingerie. All of a sudden she pulled my body closer to hers and we started making out even more passionately than before. She moved her hands to my beltline and pulled my pants and underwear down to my knees in one swift tug. My cock bounced out again, slapping the inside of her thigh. She started to squeeze and stroke my dick, twisting her hand as she did so. My precum was already dripping from the tip, and she used it to lubricate her handjob. We were both so engrossed in each other that I didn’t think about her open window until now, or who might be watching.

“Do you think your neighbors will care?” I asked between gasping for air and sucking on her tongue. “Definitely not!” she laughed. She undid her bra and let it fall to the floor between us. I moved down to her chest and softly nibbled on her nipples, playing with them with my tongue. Her hips were gyrating on the countertop, and she had produced so much juice that she was actually sliding around in a puddle of it now. I plunged my fingers into her pussy, and fingered her faster and faster. Her handjob became more and more erratic as she lost control of her body and its movements. She groaned “Aghh, please, fuck me now!” I came up from her chest to stare her in her anxious eyes and said, “Not here.”

I took a step back and let me pants fall all the way to the floor, and pulled her off the countertop. She slid effortlessly down thanks to the puddle she had been sitting in. I led her over to the window and said “You said they wouldn’t mind” with a smile on my face. I bent her over the chair by the window so that her breasts were hanging in full view of the night outside. She said “Oh God, you’re so hot…” The room was dimly lit, but lit enough so that passerby or people in the apartments across the road could get a perfect view. To tease her even more, I knelt down and began to eat her out. My tongue ran up and down her cunt with little resistance, gliding through her juices. She tasted amazing, and I could tell she was getting really frustrated by the lack of penetration. She commanded me “Fuck me now!”. It was time to oblige.

I lifted the fabric of her mini skirt up (the only thing she was still wearing) and slowly slid inside her. There was no friction despite her being so tight thanks to how wet we both were. It felt like heaven. She moaned loudly enough that the neighbors must have heard as I started thrusting inside of her. Strong, powerful strokes sent shivers throughout her body. She came within a minute of me pounding her, and she screamed in pleasure. She turned and looked over her shoulder at me, and the expression on her face was of pure ecstasy as her body rocked with the orgasm. I kept going harder and harder as she was coming, and she seemed like she was almost passing out.

I continued for a few minutes, gripping her breasts in my hands and squeezing them tight for all below to see. After carefully pacing myself, I was eventually ready to come. I started pounding her faster than before, so fast and so hard that I could feel the chair nearly fall over a few times. I slammed into her one final time and let my hot load fill her up, and she came again as I did. She whipped around and sucked the last bit of the cum out of me, still in full view of the night below. When she was done she stood up and passionately kissed me, and I said, grinning and out of breath, “maybe I’ll swing by again on my way back home.”

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