Workplace Romance – Chicago Ch. 04 by AlwaysStiffScott..,

I stood naked in the bathroom, looking in the mirror as I brushed my teeth. Skin still dripping from the hot shower I’d just taken to begin to get ready for the day. Michele was getting ready in the bathroom in ‘her’ room. Momentarily apart after we hadn’t left each other’s side since the plane flight yesterday morning.

My mind drifted as I thought about how we had just woken up together.

Both of us had slept hard, exhausted from yesterday’s sexual adventures culminating in Michele taking control of things. In the past, it was me leading her through our sexual exploration, but last night was different. She took the lead, and had gotten desperate and demanding, taking control to use me to satisfy her deep carnal need for release. I smiled at how far she’d come since we first met a couple months back. From being uncomfortable in her own skin, fearful to express herself sexually, in a lot of senses, completely repressed. And now, embracing her sexuality and no longer embarrassed about satisfying those desires.

Sex with Michele this morning had been a stark contrast to the desperate carnal fucking that happened last night. We slept so hard, neither of us had moved from the spooning position on our sides we fell asleep in. Consequently, when my morning hard-on showed up, thick, hard, and pulsating, it was already slipped in the cleft of her round little ass, clasped gently between her soft cheeks.

Still half asleep, I’d involuntarily flexed my hips forward, as the sensations of being hard again, reflexively caused me to push against her. Her reaction to me was just as reflexive. Still half asleep, but feeling my readiness against her skin, she simply lifted her leg, slipped a hand between us and repositioned the bulbous head at her wet entrance. My next hip thrust had slipped me into her warm and wet embrace easily, in one long stroke. Her leg collapsed again and I moaned into her ear as my cock found it’s way inside her depths.

A little whimper followed by a soft moan escaped her lips as the throbbing head nuzzled against her cervix. Even in my sleepy state, I could tell she loved the feeling of being completely full, her tender flesh stretched around my pulsating shaft. It felt so good to be connected to her like this. As I held still, I could feel her heartbeat along my sensitive flesh buried inside her, I was sure, she could feel mine with every pulse of my thick mast.

As I began to move, my hips pulled back and forth slowly, softly, savoring every sensation that was rippling through our bodies as the warmth of being connected like this washed over both of us. I held one of her heavy breasts, full and swollen in my strong hand, as I nuzzled and kissed the back of her neck.

We had both started to awaken more as we made love to each other. She began rocking gently against me, as my pace stayed slow, tender, softly slipping inside her deeply with every gentle thrust. Each time I pulled back the crown stretched her entrance as I nearly left her embrace. Then forward again, through her warm and velvety folds so slowly until my head rubbed against her cervix gently, filling her with every inch she was able to take.

“Oh Scott” she moaned breathlessly, as her hand moved to clutch my hand, still holding her breast.

We made love for what seemed like a long time. The sun shone much brighter through the windows by the time she crested her own wave. I remembered the sensations of her arching back against me, clutching my hand harder, and her body shivering through her orgasm. Her wet flesh spasming along the whole length of my cock buried inside her as I held myself deep for her. My own explosion immediately rushed along my shaft. When the tip erupted sending pulse after pulse of my creamy cum inside her body, my flesh trembled over and over within her, emptying my seed deep inside her warm wetness.

We stayed connected there for some time, not talking, just breathing against each other. It had been a slow, sensuous session of lovemaking, very different from last night’s desperation. This was something felt more deeply, and I enjoyed the variety with Michele.

Finishing up my teeth, I got dressed and brought up my presentation on the laptop, I scanned over my slides. I opened the envelope I’d been given at check-in, and finally looked at the schedule and when I’d be presenting.

My eyes went wide as I discovered, I’d been scheduled for the first session this morning. Feeling an impending sense of urgency, I didn’t bother reading the rest of the schedule, I folded the agenda and put it back in the envelope.

I’d only been asked to present two days ago, when my colleague couldn’t make it, it was his presentation, I was unfamiliar with it, and now I had virtually no prep. Quickly skimming through the rest of the slides, I at least became familiar with what the material was I’d been asked to share. I was going to have to ‘wing-it’ through most of it. But, that was okay, I was comfortable in that setting in the past. Smiling, ‘here we go again’ I thought.

Soft hands on my shoulders removed any concern over the material. She caressed them and slid her hands over my white Oxford down over my chest as she nuzzled my ear.

“I’m starving,” she pleaded, “can we please go to breakfast?”

I closed my laptop, checking my watch, we had just under an hour before the start of today’s session and moments later, I’d be introduced. We needed to get downstairs and eat something beforehand.

“Absolutely,” responding as I stood, turning towards her lips, kissing her softly. Her lips were soft and warm, enveloping mine as we connected. This morning’s careful passion spilling over into this kiss.

She broke off our kiss just a moment too soon, and stood up, “Back to just colleagues as far as everyone else is concerned.” Her lips made a pouty face as she finished her statement.

She stood next to me. Her blonde hair pulled up, in the back into a modified bun. Smiling through her bright red lipstick, that matched a red ‘skirt-suit’ that buttoned with a single button over her pregnant belly, a thin white blouse underneath. The skirt came just above her knees, her legs poured into white stockings and finished off with a low set of red peep toes, with maybe just an inch of lift. ‘Sensibly sexy for the pregnant professional’ I thought.

I smiled in return, giving her entire body attention with my eyes. “Soon enough baby girl, we’ll suffer through the day, but tonight, we’ll have fun together.”

She smiled back as she turned and headed to her ‘half’ of our adjoined rooms. I put on my suit jacket and we both left from our separate doors, just in case anyone was walking through the hallway. We didn’t want any prying eyes seeing us come out of the same hotel room.

Breakfast was part of the conference, and was typical of a large event. Buffett style food in one of the ballrooms, unremarkable taste, but functional in making us filled. Michele and I got plates and ate together, sitting a chair apart at an empty table. Eventually joined by other attendees, making small talk about Chicago, and what a nice venue this was.