From a professional meeting to fucking all night long [MF]

First time posting – quite a bit of backstory so will put *** above the part for those who wanna skip it!

It was my fourth time flying to Vegas for work – the second time for this annual tech conference that happens at the beginning of each year. I work for a pretty big media company that covers it.

The year before, I liaised with multiple PRs to get the content we needed while out in the States. One particular French woman, who I’ll call P, caught my attention; our email exchanges were professional but she was a bit more chatty. I got curious and searched for her on social media.

Black hair, a cute smile, deep brown eyes, wide hips, and looked confident as hell. I immediately thought she was out of my league – then I noticed the pics with her boyfriend. So I gave up on the idea and carried on liaising with P as usual.

Fast forward to Vegas, P and the company she represented met up with myself and my colleague. She had this cool Parisian charm that I was instantly attracted to. Bubbly, full of smiles, but a cool edge of sexiness. After a couple of hours and everything was filmed, we said bye and hoped we could catch up once the trip was over, but it never happened.

Over 2018, we added each other on social media, P continued to pitch companies to me, and we kept things professional. She rarely uploaded pics of herself, so my attraction towards P waned over time.

Come the beginning of 2019, it was time for the Vegas tech conference again. I wasn’t due to work with P so didn’t expect to see her. But we bumped into each other a few times – albeit I was too busy at the time to stop and chat, I said we should meet and catch up whenever we could. She agreed, saying “let’s get some drinks whenever everyone else is gone haha.” I laughed and nodded before walking off; I knew I’d need a bit of downtime and I wanted to possibly get to know her better.

Towards the end of the conference, P messaged me and asked if we could meet. I told her we could but it’ll be a bit later in the afternoon. She replied “Yeah sure! As long as we get to see a bit of the sunset it’s great ;)”. I smiled to myself – I was never the one to take hints or recognise when someone liked me. And I dismissed this as just being excited for a pleasant evening.

I arrived at Mandalay Bay and spotted her in the main hall. She waved and smiled, a little jump as she did. As I walked over, I looked her up and down and admired the outfit and how she looked in it. A black dress reaching just below her knees – loose enough to be considered modest, although her wide hips stretched the middle. A small cardigan on her shoulders, and her hair up in a bun – she looked like she had just finished work.

We made our way upstairs to the Foundation Room – a high level bar that had a spectacular view of Vegas. We went outside since it was only 5:30pm and no one else was there. P sat on the sofa, crossed one leg over the other, lit up a cigarette, took a puff and smiled at me. God, she looked so sexy.

We talked shop at first; how things went over the week and what projects we could work on in the future. Over the course of a couple of hours, I had a few whiskies and she had a few glasses of wine. By 7:30pm, we noticed the time and how we were meant to meet with others. But we were too tipsy and relaxed to bother – so we stayed together as people poured onto the rooftop.

It got louder and colder as the evening went on, so I used this as an excuse to inch closer towards her over time. She didn’t move away. We talked about our backgrounds, personal lives, and had a few laughs. And we caught ourselves lingering in each others’ eyes a couple of times before we broke away. At one point as she went to get another drink, a couple of women came up to me and said, “great catch! Get in there, why haven’t you kissed her as yet?!”

I flinched. “Uh, we’re just colleagues.” They laughed.

“Yeah sure! We see how you’re looking at each other! Just get in there!”

I was always doubtful about making a move in case someone didn’t like me in that way – I would always say that they’re just being nice. But the drinks helped a bit. When she got back, she sat as close to me as she could, smiling as she did. Our thighs were touching, hands brushing. Then came a moment when we locked eyes and didn’t look away. I gulped slightly and moved forward. We locked lips; the embrace lasted a while before we opened our mouths and went in each other.

***

We stayed at the bar until 2am, kissing, talking, dancing to the faint music. Well I say dancing – she backed her shapely ass onto my hard cock, rubbing against it to the beat. When the bar was closing, she turned to me, gave a serious look and said “You’re a journalist. I’m a PR. We shouldn’t be doing this. We need to be professional. I’ve never done this before…”

Nor had I – I wasn’t into one night stands. But before I could get a word out, she said “fuck it” and grabbed my hand. Guiding me out of the bar, we went down, got a taxi and made our way to her hotel. On the way, P made casual chit chat with our driver – whilst taking her flats off and rubbing the outside of my crotch with her foot. She didn’t know this at the time but I’ve got a massive foot fetish, and her bare foot almost made me cum during that ride.

Once we got to the hotel, we went to her room and awkwardly shuffled around a bit. Given we were both one night stand virgins, we didn’t know how to start. Eventually she popped open a bottle of champagne from her suitcase, drank a glass and turned to me. “Do you want to take a shower?”

I nodded and watched as she unzipped her dress and let it slide down to the ground. I just stood with my mouth slightly open – she had a curvy but thin figure, her hips wider than I thought, the black bands of her knickers resting above her hip bones, high enough so a little camel toe was showing. Her breasts were slightly perky, bouncing as she shimmied out of the dress. She then turned on the spot, walking towards the bathroom, unclipping her bra and removing her knickers as she did. I saw a flash of her pussy lips through her thigh gap before she went in. “Come in then,” she coolly asked.

I threw my shirt off, took off my jeans and boxers, and walked inside.

She stood in the shower with the water already on, her long black hair down and wet, resting on her soaked body. I walked in and stood there, not knowing how to begin. She smiled, took my hand, poured some soap on it and said, “I want you to clean me.” I began rubbing it over her chest and arms, kissing her now and again, not noticing she had done the same and started massaging soap onto my rock hard cock. She then pushed me back slightly, turning around and guided my cock into her warm pussy. I slowly fucked her from behind, cupping her breasts as I picked up speed. But we got a bit too excited and slipped backwards, her landing on my lap. She immediately got up, saying “oh my god I’m so sorry. Is your dick alright?”

I laughed and she eventually did too. We both left the shower and dried each other down. Then looking up at me with those deep beautiful eyes. “I want you. Now. I know you don’t have a condom. But just pull out. Just get inside me.”.

She dropped her towel to the ground, laid on the bed and spread her legs apart. “I said get inside me.”

I walked over and climbed on top of her. I reached down to play with her clit a bit to get her started – but she was already dripping wet. She giggled, “sorry. But I’ve been waiting for a while. Now fuck me.”

I quickly obliged and slid my cock inside her. She softly moaned as I went in, her pussy squeezing my dick. I picked up speed as I fucked her, the hotel bed creaking more and more. She closed her eyes and moaned louder and louder, so I stuck my tongue inside her mouth. We carried on for a few more minutes before I could feel a slight build up, so I pulled out before going further. I wanted some of juice. So I bent down, pulled her pussy towards me and began eating her.

I spread her lips apart so I could stick my tongue in as far as I could, licking up her wetness. I then sucked on her clit, running it between my teeth and flicking it with my tongue. Her voice went higher, moaning “more” as she pushed my head deeper into her pussy. I kept on giving her head until she came, squeezing my head with her legs as she did. A little squirt went into my mouth – I swallowed it without hesitation. I couldn’t have loved the taste more.

After another couple of minutes of fingering her, she sat up and pushed me onto my back. Before I could look up, she shoved my dick into her mouth, working it with one hand and feeling my chest with the other. Now I’m not a big fan of blowjobs – but P gave me the best one I’ve ever had. She knew how to work my shaft, stimulate my head. I eventually moaned as she did.

“I want your cum. Give it to me.” I snapped back and looked up and saw she was easing herself onto my cock. Her wide hips and my belly meant she couldn’t go all the way down but she rode it as furiously as she could. I managed to pull myself up and suck on her slightly puffy nipples as she did.

“Let me finish,” I begged. She stopped and smiled.

“You want to finish? Okay. Then fuck me until you want to cum.”

So I picked her up, swung her around and climbed on top of her. I then pounded her like there was no tomorrow. She didn’t even try to silence her moans. She gripped my back as I filled her with my dick.

As I got closer to climax, I tried to speak and tell her. But I couldn’t. I just wanted to go on. Before I came, I pulled out and I unleashed my load on her pussy. She laughed and said, “finally! That took a while!” It really did – I kept edging myself so I could make her cum too.

She cleaned up in the bathroom before joining me in bed – cuddling up to me before we both fell asleep in the nude.

Eventually, I woke up and left – I had a flight to catch. I left her sleeping so she could relax after a very long night. We texted later on once she woke up, talking about how much we enjoyed it.

That was a few weeks ago. I’m due to go the Paris next week to work with P, staying at a hotel near her place. We’ve alluded to a part two to that evening but wondered if we should, given the distance and if we could actually be together with our careers being entwined. But if anything does happen… I’ll let you know? ;)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/an45dh/from_a_professional_meeting_to_fucking_all_night