Sex with a Stranger (FM, cheat, true)

It was an intensely busy period of my life. Too many meetings, too much work, too
many personal commitments. I felt as if I could hardly breathe. I loved working
in the Internet industry but I was crazed most of the time, running on adrenaline
and caffeine. People would say, "How do you do all you do?" and I would respond,
"Caffeine management."

One day I returned to my desk after yet another meeting and was dismayed to
receive a call from T.J., a senior manager in another department. In his
voicemail message he asked me to come to a meeting out of town and deliver a
presentation on my specialty area to help close a big sale worth millions of
dollars. He had been recommended to me by another senior manager in a different
department, who later promoted me and became my boss. The manager who'd
recommended me was someone I admired and respected, and so I felt somewhat
obligated to try to help the guy who'd called if I possibly could. He sounded
like a charming though ingratiating sales type.  I knew the type. Extroverted,
gregarious but not always possessed of  much brain power, just schmooze power.
But I would try to help him anyway.

But my initial gut reaction was "Oh no!" as I considered my overly-packed
calendar. It would take a veritable shoehorn to fit that trip into my already-
full life. And in addition, it turned out there would be no one technical at the
meeting, and of course the customer was known to be very technical. I had to get
there. No one else could properly explain the topic and handle the customer's
questions.

So I called him back and we discussed the project and why my presence was needed.
Live on the phone, he turned out to be a very appealing, energetic
attractive-sounding salesy man with a warm pleasant voice. We laughed easily
together and I quickly realized that this guy was much brighter and more
perceptive than the average sales type. He was sympathetic to my calendar
congestion and was willing to do the meeting without me - but it clearly sounded
as if my presentation and presence would help the overall cause. We bantered and
I agreed to attend the meeting if the right flights could be found. Business
accomplished, we relaxed and the conversation strayed to other things. I was
surprised at how much I liked him, at how easy he was to talk to. The
conversation just flowed, and we quickly ceased discussing business. I've been
told often I have a melodious and sexy voice, so perhaps I unconsciously turned
up the sex-appeal level myself as the conversation went on.

At some point he mentioned going to cigar clubs (how did we ever get onto that
topic?) and something about smoking cigars being related to testosterone. And
some little antenna within me perked up as I realized that I was talking with a
very sexy man with a strong sex drive. So I called him on it - the testosterone -
and he couldn't believe I'd picked up on it as a signal. He didn't think he'd
meant it as a signal. But there it was. We'd been flirting and that word gave it
away.

Flirting acknowledged, we started traveling down the wonderful fun path of sexual
innuendo, bantering back and forth, all pretense of business tossed aside. And as
the flirting became more intense we began to discuss what we each liked to do
sexually, beginning at the beginning with French kissing. He said, "Do you like
to kiss?" I breathed, "YES, deep kissing, French kissing, I love to be devoured,
" which set him off. Then he began to talk about what he would do to me when we
met, beginning with thrusting his tongue down my throat and continuing from
there, down my neck, to my breasts, to sucking my nipples, to caressing my heavy
breasts with his hands, and on and on. I was working from home and getting very
excited just by the things he said and his sexy manner. I undressed, describing
my actions to him, as he continued to ravish me with his words. I eventually
began to pleasure myself there in the chair, next to the computer, totally naked,
as his sexy voice urged me onward until I finally came with an explosive orgasm.
He, unfortunately, was in an office, in a cubicle with glass on the top, his
hardon straining in his pants. I told him I would pleasure him in person when we
met.

When we began this little flirtation, I don't think either of us ever consciously
planned or intended to be= unfaithful to our mates; without even discussing it we
knew that  we did not intend to start some long-term love affair that could cause
heartache. He was married and hadn't fooled around yet during this particular
marriage. I was living with someone and hadn't cheated either-but I wasn't
"getting any" either and I was tired of it. I wanted to get laid! We were close
in age and reminisced about the '70s, when sex was free and easy and before AIDS
had happened on the scene.

So almost as a dare and just for an adventure, we both agreed that we would meet
in person in that distant city and make love, having never met previously in
person. We faxed pictures back and forth but didn't recognize each other, or so
we thought, although we had both attended at least one large corporate gathering
within the previous couple of years.

A few days later, after much anticipation, I was waiting in my hotel room, down
the road from his - unfortunately, since his hotel had been all booked up. He
called me as soon as he arrived at his hotel after flying in. He said, "Are you
sure you want to do this?" And I said "Absolutely!". Because I'd decided that I
definitely did want to have some fun and this seemed a safe, anonymous way to add
a little spice to my life.  Unfortunately, we didn't have much time. His flight
had been delayed and we only had about 45 minutes to meet and make love before we
had to leave for dinner.

I waited anxiously as he drove the few blocks to my hotel. Who would he be? Would
the sex be as good in person as it had been on the phone?

A few minutes later there was a knock - and there he was -6'4", well-built, quite
handsome, a big man. He had large, dark eyes, a mouth with large, sensual lips
that crinkled into a smile the moment he saw me, and thick, curly salt and pepper
hair. He wore dark- framed glasses.

We looked at each other and burst out laughing. I recognized  him and I said so,
even though we'd never actually spoken to each other. He laughed, too, because he
also recognized me. We realized that we had seen each other before, at a large
company gathering a year ago. There had been 800 people there. I had given five
technical training classes of an hour and a half; he had not attended even one of
them because they were all  packed. The hotel hallways had been huge crushes of
people making movement difficult. Yet on some peripheral level we'd each noticed
the other, perhaps because we're both tall and attractive in our own ways. So of
course it was very easy to goforward - because we had really been attracted to
each other from the start, but hadn't really met or had the opportunity to pursue
it.

But it still felt strange to be together. We had never actually met. We had never
exchanged flirtatious glances, surreptitiously touched under a table in a
restaurant. We had never followed the normal course of a flirtation, from eye
contact and innuendos to little touches to kisses to finally meeting in a hotel
room to have sex. We were together at that moment and in a minute or so we would
be naked and he would be inside me, chest to chest, pubis to pubis, his cock
penetrating my most private secret depths.

And we didn't have a lot of time. There was a sense of haste, and a goal to be
accomplished. As if we both agreed, "We said we'd do it, so let's get on with
it."  We both hastily stripped. I lay on the bed and welcomed him into my arms.

Though there wasn't much time, we had to start with kissing. We both loved to
kiss!  I will never forget his kisses, his rich, sensual lips and hungry mouth.
His tongue was large, but quick and darting, plunging into my mouth. Mine
responded, seeking the inside of his mouth, dancing a tiny tongue tango with his.
His lips were soft and large.  It felt as if we were devouring each other with
our mouths. I was instantly wet, wanting him inside me, ready to feel his hard
cock plunging into me. I wanted his mouth all over my body, beginning with my
mouth, progressing to my ears, my neck, my breasts, and onward, until he'd
kissed, licked and sucked every inch of me-but there wasn't time, this time.

There was no time for elegant foreplay. He pulled on a condom and quickly slid
inside me.  It was strange to have this unknown, handsome man, naked, on top of
me and  inside of me. He felt the awkwardness of it too. Later he admitted that
he and his wife hadn't been "doing it" much and he was out of practice.  He was
only able to stroke for= a few minutes before cumming.  I was disappointed, as I
had expected a red-hot lover, but I said nothing. I hadn't been "getting any" at
home either, and frankly, any fucking was better than none at all in my book. I
was still grateful for the experience.

Afterwards, in the few minutes we had left, we cuddled and rolled around while
enjoying conversation and getting to know each other better.  It turned out we
even shared a friend in common, another sales type who'd grown up to be an
executive; we enjoyed telling stories about our mutual adventures with the
friend. It was clear to me this man was a true leader, bright and destined to go
far; he picked my brain on many topics, quickly getting to the "so what" of every
discussion.

Then, quickly, it was time to go. Each of us had to retire to our own hotel
rooms, freshen up, and meet for dinner with the prospective customers. I was
glowing, with that freshly-fucked smile on my face, the tendency to take wide
strides, to enjoy the stretching my hips and pussy had just received. It was
funny because there was no one at the meeting who had met me before, so no one
knew what the "normal" me would have been like at a business dinner. But anyone
who knew me, and who would have seen me that night, would have known that
something was "up" for I was unusually animated that evening.  Of course I had to
be next to TJ at all times, touching him under the table, catching his eye,
smiling in an especially bright manner. After dinner we met at my hotel for a
second round.

This time I took him in my mouth, savoring his cock, tantalizing it with my
tongue, licking and sucking, which caused him to moan with delight, while he
fondled my large, heavy breasts and played with my pussy. Eventually he could not
stand it anymore and he cried out to come inside me. I helped him slip on the
condom and he slid inside me and buried himself deeply within me, this time
fucking me longer and harder than before until he came.

Months later he came to my city on business. We met in his hotel room. We began
with wet kisses and quickly stripped. He loved watching me suck his cock in the
large mirror behind the bed, delighting in the pleasure I gave him. Then he again
demanded to be inside me, buried deeply up to the hilt, pounding me with his
vigorous thrusts until he screamed as he came. I rolled over and laid on his
large, warm body, tracing circles on his hairy chest, listening to his heart
beat, then running my hands through the forest of hair on his head. He laughed
when I said, "I would like to breed with you just for your hair!"  We talked and
cuddled until it was time for me to go.

To this day I think I will always remember him as perhaps the best kisser I've
ever known. He was warm and cuddly and big, which made me feel petite (I'm 5'9"
and built like Sophia Loren gone to seed). I loved tugging on the thick forest of
his hair, marveling at it, playing with it.

Our paths don't cross often, but we are still friends. We have a perfect
understanding. There are no illusions. We can meet and make love - or not - or
simply enjoy each other's company. He still calls me for help, because of course
I am still 100 times more technical than he is. After all, he's really just a
salesguy who grew up to become an executive. Oh by the way, he got promoted since
we met; I knew he would. And I am always delighted to hear his teasing, humorous,
sexy voice on the phone. He makes me laugh and smile. And I will never forget
those juicy, luscious kisses.