[MF] A serendipitous encounter

Serendipity, not chance or coincidence, put them on business trips in the same city for the same days. He entered the hotel room after his last commitment of the day, a business lunch, wearing a tailored blue suit and his favorite Save the Children Foundation ice hockey tie. When the tie garnered comments, which it always did, especially from women, it must be the children thing he liked to note that the tie always attracted comments from intelligent, attractive women.

She had arrived earlier. Dressed in her best light gray power suit, serious yet feminine, she sat waiting at the table, sensuously chewing on a large ripe strawberry. “Sit on the sofa,” she said firmly. “You must have had quite a morning,” he said. “Sit.” And so he sat. Their eyes locked. She stared firmly, taking charge.

Moving to stand in front, close enough that he smelled her perfume, she slowly, gently gyrated her hips and moved her hands seductively up and down her body, highlighting the curves of her hips, moving up to caress her breasts. Turning, she rocked her hips, inviting his gaze to her ass. Off came her jacket, dropped onto the adjacent armchair. She turned to face him. Slowly she unbuttoned her satin blouse partway, then dropped her skirt to the floor. His heart paced. His eyes feasting. She finished removing her blouse, now standing before him in her latest Agent Provocateur purchase. A gift to herself. A gift to him. She was delighted at last to have an appreciative audience. Her erect nipples pushing through the semi-transparent white lace, a hint of her dark bush showing through her panties.

Throwing a pillow on the floor, she knelt in front of him, unbuckling his belt, undoing the zipper, her face nuzzled in his crotch, feeling his hardness. She slipped his cock out, starting slow licks of the shaft, the head, stroking with her hands, as he sighed in pleasure. She took has balls in her mouth, teasing those walnuts with her tongue. Knowing her power, she brought him to the edge three times.

She moved to the bed, reclining, arms and legs splayed, reminiscent of Modigliani’s reclining nude. “Stand,” she said to him. And so he did. “Strip,” she said, “slowly.” And so he started.

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