Something Unexpected

I allowed her to calm down, simply moving my hips against hers gently and kissing the freckles that covered her chest. She appeared to be exhausted as she laid there with closed eyes, one arm draped over her face to hide them. But I was not finished yet. I didn't intend to be selfish, but I still wanted more. And I am sure she was still very aware of my need as well, as hard I still was.

So I don't understand why she was so surprised when she felt me withdraw my cock from between her legs, and quickly replace it with my mouth. The look on her face was almost comical as she saw my eyes peering up at her from below her soft, fluffy mound while my lips kissed her gently.

"Ah, Jeeeezze!" she groaned.

She grabbed the pillow from behind her head and threw it off the bed altogether, letting her head flop back against the sheets. And then she simply planted her feet on the bed and spread her legs wide for me, gripping the sheets with both hands and waiting.

I have always loved the taste of a woman, especially after she has come. So at that moment, I was in heaven. I tried to be good and not dive right in, to kiss and lick at her inner thighs for a few moments at least, but she smelled so incredible that I just couldn't resist. I had to get my tongue inside her for fear it would all dry up before I got a chance to find the source.

The soreness in my jaw from all that kissing was instantly forgotten as my tongue started doing cartwheels between her legs. She started playing with her nipples, tugging on them gently, almost in time to the thrusting of my tongue. Placing my hands on her thighs, I lifted her legs in the air to give myself better access and covered her sensitive lips with my mouth.

Throughout this entire process, I was unable to close my eyes, so enthralled by the expressions on her face, or the movements of her body. My only invading thought at that moment was why we had not started this all four years sooner.

Determined to make her come again, I moved my mouth up to her clit, which was very exposed and swollen by this time. I loved the feel of that small nubbin pressing into my tongue as I swirled all around, up and down, and side to side of it. I watched as she grabbed onto the headboard and lifted her head to watch me with parted lips and flaring nostrils. Her breathing was frantic and labored by that time, but still I did not cease from my attacks on her warm flesh.

She came again, just like that, staring down at me as I stared right back. I tasted it this time, didn't just have it sliding around my cock, but instead, allowed it to coat my lips as I kissed and sucked her repeatedly.

I think she was still actually coming as I quickly moved between her legs again and slid myself deep inside her once more. She looked up at me with surprise, her skin broken out in a sheen of sweat as I reacquainted her with the hardness of my desire. I gathered her in my arms as I pressed the length of my body full against her and ground my hips against hers. Her pelvis met mine as she clenched her teeth and wrapped her arms and legs around my own body in turn.

She didn't say a word, and neither did I. We just watched each other, noses touching, chins bumping, lips caressing. I loved the way her chin would lower and her bottom lip would suddenly quiver whenever we ground into each other particularly hard. This went on for much longer than I would have expected in my condition. But I was glad it did. I saw her eyes start to roll up into her head ... and that was all it took.

I came. I was not surprised at the force at which I came, spilling myself inside her almost convulsively, but I was surprised when I heard her cry out yet again and tense against me with her own climax.

It seemed to take minutes for me to calm down from my aftershocks as my cock continued to lurch and spasm inside her. Each time it did, she would grip and squeeze me with her flesh in response.

I didn't want to move off her, enjoying too much the sensation of her soft, feminine form beneath mine. But it was suddenly stifling in that room and both of us could feel our hearts pounding furiously. I rolled off of her and stretched out on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Never had I remembered sex so amazing as that.

And then, despite what I knew to be true, I suddenly was worried that she had not enjoyed it as much as I, and looked over to her beside me. I needn't have worried though, for when she saw me looking over, she rolled onto her side and draped one leg and one arm over my body and started kissing me again.

When she sensed that I could hardly catch my breath, she stopped and laid her head on my chest as she held me tight.

"Was it ... good for you?" she asked quietly.

"You're kidding me right? You're the most incredible woman I've ever..." I blurted out.

She squeezed me tighter, cutting me short, and I could feel her smiling. "Good," she said softly.



CHAPTER TWO



We lay there, holding each other without saying a word for a few more minutes I guess. A glance at the clock said it was a quarter till three, and soon we would be missed at work. Despite that risk, I didn't want it to end just yet. I wanted to lay there for as long as possible, just enjoying the aftermath of our incredible time together, but unfortunately, all that tea I'd had, combined with my intense climax, was making it impossible not to get up and relieve myself.

I kissed her on the forehead as I slipped out of bed, and pulled the sheets up over her so she wouldn't get cold now that our bodies were calmed down. In the bathroom I realized I had been staring back at myself for I don't know how long, still rather shocked by the day's events and wondering what tomorrow would bring.

She is unbelievable, I whispered aloud.

I was suddenly aware of how dry my mouth felt after all that kissing, so as I exited the bathroom, I headed for my slacks instead of climbing back into bed with her. I was not facing her, but heard her move in the bed behind me as I pulled my slacks on and reached for my shirt.

Isabel lay back down for a moment, but then gathered the sheets around her body and got off the bed, moving for her own clothes without looking at me.

"Do we have to go so soon?" I asked, halting my fingers from fastening my next button.

She just stood there looking down, the sheet held tight around her breasts and her panties bunched in one hand. "I thought you were ready to leave..."

Angry at myself for being so stupid, I stepped over to her and circled my arms around her body.

"I'm sorry. I was just going to get us some ice and sodas. We'd stay here all night if it were my choice."

She smiled at that and looked at me full on again. I kissed her lips softly and then winked, leaving her standing there wanting more as I grabbed the bucket and headed down the hall barefoot.

When I came back, she had the bed all put together and the air conditioner on full blast. The sheets were up around her shoulders, but as she sat up to watch me and propped a pillow behind her, the sheet fell and she made no effort to cover her exposed breasts from my view.

I felt my heart skip a beat and so turned around to prepare our drinks.

"Coke or water?" I asked.

"Diet?"

"Of course."

"Then Coke."

I poured two sodas into those cheap little plastic cups the hotel provides and went over to sit on her edge of the bed. The way I was sitting, her legs were stretched out beside me, the sheet doing very little to hide their shapeliness. I felt myself stirring instantly. She downed her coke and held out her cup for another; winking at me and touching my knee with her fingers. Instead of pouring her a refill, I simply handed her my cup instead and she placed her other one on the nightstand beside us.

She had this huge grin, like the cat that caught the canary, when she felt my hand grip her thigh through the sheets. I stood up with a smile of my own, quickly taking my shirt off before settling back on the bed. Only this time, I moved further down and slid the sheet off of her feet and then placed them in my lap.

I had one of my legs tucked underneath me, and my other hanging down beside the bed keeping me firmly in place. This allowed my crotch to be quite open; a fact she quickly saw for herself as she pushed both of her feet right in there for warmth.

Her feet were not small, but they were perfectly shaped; amazingly feminine. Each of her little toes were painted in that same pearl polish as her fingers. Over the next few minutes I proceeded to massage her left foot, pushing my fingers hard into her arch and the ball of her foot, and then ultimately spending far too much time with each of her toes. She was using her other foot to play between my legs, rolling my balls with her toes, and no doubt enjoying the hardness she had created again so easily.

"You have my permission to come into my office and do that any time you'd like!" she laughed, snuggling back into the pillow behind her.

The thought of doing just that made me painfully hard and I groaned before smiling and looking down again.

"Oh my!" she said. "You would like that, wouldn't you?" She sounded almost surprised. Delighted, but surprised.

I just smiled bigger, feeling my face turn red. I switched to her other foot, refusing to respond.

"Just how long have you been thinking about getting me into bed like this, anyway?" she asked, looking smug and enjoying my undivided attentions to her foot.

"And who says I ever thought about that before today?"

Isabel raised her eyebrow – the same look she gave me at the office when not quite believing that something couldn't be done her way.

"Because I've never had a man look at me the way you are right now, that's why."

She didn't wait for me to respond. This time, instead of playing between my legs, she started moving her free foot all along my knee, my thigh, even along my arm. With all the self control I could muster, I waited for her to place that foot onto my shoulder before I let go of the other one and grabbed it with both hands. She actually giggled when I started sucking on her toes, using my lower teeth along the underside of the tiny digits as I pretended to nibble them right off.

It wasn't long before I was kissing the sole of her foot, chewing lightly on her arch. She squirmed and pulled away, but I just grabbed her other foot and repeated the process there instead. In the process of kicking and squirming, she had unraveled the sheet completely, and now lay before me completely nude.

God, how I wanted her again.

I stood up and dropped my slacks, taking in the shape of her body – not so thin like a lot of women my age – but womanly, with skin still soft and tight and begging to be touched. I could tell by the way she was sinking down into the mattress and stretching out that she expected me to climb on top of her as before. But I wanted her differently this time: this woman that had essentially seduced me – her subordinate and nearly fifteen years her junior. It excited me to know that deep down she had desired a man my age, while also being so in control and careful at the office.

I reached down and grabbed her hips, swinging her around on the bed so that she was lying sideways instead of horizontal. She squealed and propped herself up on her arms looking up at me with wide-eyes and a huge playful smile. She didn't resist when I pulled her closer to the edge of the bed so that her ass was almost hanging off completely, so I propped both legs onto my shoulders. Nor did she do anything except watch intently as I took the head of my shaft and firmly ran it up and down the length of her lips.

She moistened almost immediately, and the faster I did it, the more intense her stare became. At last she tossed her head back with a gasp and lay flat on the bed with her arms stretched out beside her.

I was able to slide in much deeper this time, causing her to cry out as she placed the tips of her finely manicured nails against my abdomen to control my pace. Holding onto her hips, I withdrew almost all the way before thrusting back toward her firmly. Another few motions like that and we were in a groove.

I thought what I had seen before was beautiful, but this put even all those images to shame. She was keeping her fingertips at my stomach, measuring each of my thrusts. Her eyes were closed, rather than watching me like before. I loved how her small breasts shook gently back and forth as I pumped into her. And looking down at the sight of her smooth, tan legs on my shoulders was enough to make my blood boil.

Her feet were right there next to my face, almost touching my cheeks, so I turned my head and kissed the one, tasting its salty sweetness. Running my hands along her legs now, I pulled her toward me harder, making sure she was experiencing the full length of my entire cock. I can't tell you how much I relished the feel of her legs within my grasp like that; while working my shaft inside of her slowly but deliberately.

I was nowhere near coming; but women – or at least she – was not like that. As I placed my thumb on the small pinkish button between her legs, her eyes flew open and she lifted her head to look at me pleadingly. Her hand pressed against mine as I rubbed her furiously and she pushed her lower body against me so hard it became difficult to keep standing. I knew she was there when she threw her body back and lifted her ass clear off the bed, gripping the covers with both fists and inhaling sharply.

I found myself almost smiling as I watched her, enraptured by the sight of her coming all over me again. The tiniest little cries erupted from her mouth as she finally grasped at my forearms with both hands.

I decided to taste her again, just as before, so I slowly pulled out and kneeled beside the bed. But she sat up on one arm and caressed my face with her other hand; her legs still draped over my shoulders sensuously.

"Please don't... I can't take any more." She smiled weakly and then lay back down to watch me with droopy eyes.

Not feeling all that deprived really, I kissed her inner thigh and climbed back onto the bed beside her. She instantly rolled me toward her so that I lay half on her and half on the tousled covers beneath.

And then she captured my lips with hers. This kiss did not hold the same heated urgency as before, but was nonetheless just as mouthwatering to me. But then she also had one long shapely leg sliding gently over mine, allowing her foot to rest just behind my knee before starting the motion all over again.

I was extremely hard still, having not come again, yet I felt oddly satisfied anyway. Just having her in my arms and holding my face above hers as her mouth had its way with mine was beginning to be enough for me.

A noise in the hall made both of us pause our kissing, and we instead just stared into each other's eyes. I must reiterate how strange it was to actually be looking at her that close to me, much less in such a sexual capacity. Over four years and not once had I been closer than a handshake; four years and not once had I allowed myself to look into her eyes for more than ten seconds as we discussed something – almost always of a professional nature. I realize now that even then she had captivated me and if I were to have stared at her a moment longer then trouble would have ensued.

Yet through all that avoidance, I still felt like I knew her better than most of the women I'd been with in the past – at least in the initial stages. Isabel and I had not been friends per se, but certainly the professional nature of our relationship was one of mutual trust and even liking of the other.

She looked around me at the clock and flopped her head back onto the bed. "Shit."

"What?"

"It's after four already. And all I want to do is go to sleep now." She smiled and ran her hand down my back one last time before starting to move from under me.

I rolled off and watched her climb out of the bed. She looked down and got the cutest "poor baby" expression on her face.

"Are you going to be OK like that?" She reached out and caressed me gently with her fingernails. Then she laughed when my cock jerked particularly hard.

"Happens all the time. Plus, I feel like I came again, just from watching you." And I truly meant that too.

Her cheeks started to flush and she looked completely embarrassed as she turned away and stood up to gather her clothes.

"I can't believe I came like that. I have never..."

"Saying things like that will just make my head bigger," I said.

She instinctively shot a glance at my crotch and I laughed.

"Not that head. My real head."

Again that adorably embarrassed look. I never knew that a forty something woman could be "cute" until I saw her acting like that in that hotel room that day.

"Oh good grief," she said in disgust. I frowned in amusement and saw that she was looking at herself in the mirror for the first time that afternoon. She turned to look at me with a forlorn expression. "Well, I certainly look like I've been royally fucked all afternoon."

I just laughed, very amused at hearing her talk that way. "You do kind of. But it looks so good on you."

Her eyes widened and she smacked my leg playfully.

"Not funny! Not funny at all!"

I jumped up and wrapped my arms around her briefly, giving her a big playful kiss at the corner of her mouth, while squeezing her ass with both hands. Her face lit up once more and we reluctantly broke away to get dressed and head back to work.

It took her a bit of time to get her hair and makeup back together. So we were not back at the office until nearly five, having had to check out first.

"That desk clerk made me feel so raunchy," she confessed to me on the drive back.

"I'm sorry. Next time, let me do all that, please."

She smiled and reached her hand over to my crotch and gave me a hard squeeze. "That mean you're willing to give me a repeat performance?"

"Am I actually supposed to answer that question?" I brought her fingers to my lips and quickly kissed them before she pulled away to work the stick again.

She just smiled. I couldn't take my eyes off of her suddenly. I didn't want the day to end. Her glasses and hair looked so sexy. Her lips, devoid of the faint lipstick she'd had on earlier, had a naturally reddish hue to them from all the kissing. I wondered if anyone would notice that. Deep down, I kind of liked the idea of people thinking she'd been getting an Afternoon Delight. Just not with me!

"You're staring again," she said as we approached our street.

I swallowed hard and faced forward again. "Sorry."

She touched my knee and I glanced over to see her grinning.

Thankfully, there was no one in the garage to see us pull in or get out together. We said quick goodbyes, sharing furtive looks one last time but knowing we could do nothing more. I stayed outside for a few minutes and then walked in the building through the loading docks, taking the service elevator upstairs.

She was already in her office with one of the Ladies talking about something they needed last minute help with, since Carla was not there. No one saw me sneak by to my office and settle in like I'd never been gone. Not even any phone messages or emails were waiting for me. Apparently, we could not have picked a better day.

My breathing slowly returned to normal as I tried to sort through the day's events. And then I waited for I don't know how long, after she flew by my office with her things about two hours later. I was the last to leave and not one person had questioned why my shift had gone over by three hours.



CHAPTER THREE



The next day was Wednesday and aside from what had happened between me and Isabel, it would have been another perfectly normal, tedious day at work. But it had happened and now I looked forward to the day with an entirely new outlook.