I Remember...

I remember the first time we met. All I knew is that you were there to provide support for the project and were from a local organisation. You came into the meeting room and sat down quietly just as we were about to start. As you walked across the room to your seat I realised immediately how attractive you were: blonde hair worn quite short, sparkling blue eyes, friendly smile and a lovely figure. I thought you were in your late 30s, though later you told me you were mid-40s - you were in great shape, and younger than me, but not by much. Maybe this would be a more interesting assignment than I had been expecting.

I remember the first time I realised you might be feeling the same way about me as I was about you, a few weeks later, catching your eye across the conference room table, you meeting my inquisitive gaze steadily, noticing the tight top you were wearing, exchanging some flirty remarks later, and how incredibly exciting that was - but also telling myself not to get carried away too quickly (which I almost did, causing you to back off a bit...).

I remember the first time we kissed properly, when you were dropping me off at the station after a meeting, I wasn't expecting it at all, thought you were just going to kiss me quickly goodbye but instead felt your mouth open and your tongue meet mine, it was so erotic.

I remember, so well, every detail, our first time together at the country hotel. Watching out of the window and seeing your car pull up in the car park, wondering what might happen. You came straight up to my room and kissed me, making it clear very quickly that you were really up for things, then we were awkwardly taking each other's clothes off...you told me you had bought new underwear for the occasion.

I remember you coming for the first time, kneeling on the big bed with my fingers massaging your clit, you swore out loud in pleasure and perhaps surprise, feeling you throbbing - so sexy.

I remember you telling me you wanted me to come inside you, and the surge of pleasure when I did that first time.

I remember after dinner we were in a hurry to get back upstairs, taking each other's clothes off more quickly and efficiently this time, sucking your amazing breasts and nipples, then positioning you at the side of the bed so I could lick you and finger you until you came, then thrusting inside you - I was so turned on, you had to tell me to slow down!

I remember the time you came to my city centre hotel at another conference, we were really in sync that day, you were on fire, we had amazing sex before and after our meal together. You were astride me, throwing your head back as you came and moaning loudly, the sounds and sensations triggering my own massive orgasm. Later you were on all fours so I could fuck you from behind, this time I came first, then you turned over, pulled my head between your legs so I could lick you to completion: your moans of pleasure almost animal-like as your climax hit.

And of course I remember all our times in the hotel near your house, afternoons, evenings, mornings, the first time you took me in your mouth, feeling your hot tongue on me, so many wonderful hours and spending so much amazing time together.

I remember I had to come down to meet you in the car park each time to let you into the lift lobby, and we were so desperate for each other that we would kiss deeply right there, oblivious to anyone watching, then embrace fully in the lift before almost running down the corridor to my room.

I remember once on a hot summer's day you were wearing a long skirt with a thigh-high slit; we didn't wait to undress fully, you undid my belt and in one move took off my trousers and pants, I lifted your skirt to your waist and pushed you down on to the bed, moving the flimsy cotton of your briefs to one side so I could thrust into you.

I remember our final time together, you already knowing that my new job meant I would not be able to travel to see you so easily, neither of us wanting to spoil the occasion with sadness. That last time I went down on you first, making sure you came hard and fast, then you pulled me into you while you were still coming, I could feel your pussy convulse on my cock as I entered you and soon I was coming too, my orgasm joining with yours for an explosive finale.

I remember all of this and so much more, I will never forget you, and I thank you, from the depths of my heart.