Unexpected Encounter

I'm a 42 year old professional woman, reasonably pretty, with very long, straight, dark hair. In my late teens and early twenties I had a fairly wild time, but since then I've settled down a bit, and been in a couple of long term relationships, though I've never married - that final commitment just isn't my thing. These days I'm carrying about 20lbs more than I should, though I don't look too bad overall. Let's just say that I don't have a shortage of offers from the opposite sex, which does my ego good even though I seldom take advantage of any of the opportunities!

However, one unexpected encounter I did have about 2 years ago made such a mark on me that I felt I just had to write about it.

I was away at a major conference in the US, along with a number of colleagues, including a few from one of our local affiliates. I'd vaguely noted that one of the men was rather attractive, but as Stephen was some 7-8 years younger than me, I thought no more about it. However, that night, as I was in the bar after the conference dinner, he came over to talk and we ended up chatting for ages, and getting on really well. It got to about 1am, and we decided to call it a night, downed our drinks and both headed for the lift. I pressed the button for my floor, and had to insert my key to activate the button - I'd been lucky enough to be allocated a room on the executive floor. This occasioned a bit of teasing about how come I'd managed to get a 'posh' room - were those for Head Office people only - and what was the difference in the room facilities? The lift stopped at his floor and he bent over to give me what I expected would be a brief goodnight kiss on the cheek - which turned into something more. The lift doors closed again and we arrived at my floor, with me slightly bemused at what had just happened!

"I'd like to see the difference in the rooms..." Stephen suggested.

Was I going to fall for that one? Well, my reckless side got the better of me, so I stifled my doubts and conscience, twined my fingers in his and led him down the hallway to my room.

Once inside Kastamonu Escort and the door closed, Stephen wasted no time in taking me into his arms again, and we kissed whilst his hands undid my trousers. They fell to the floor and he disengaged from me long enough for him to pull my top over my head and unclip my bra. I'd just about managed to unbutton his shirt and unbuckle his belt by then, so he completed undressing himself whilst I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of the rest of my clothing. Then I looked at him again, my eyes were drawn down to his cock, and I think my jaw must have dropped. He was bigger than I'd expected, not so much in length - he was probably about 8", but he was wonderfully thick, and as I reached forward to caress his cock, my hand was nowhere near closing around his shaft.

I couldn't help it, I dropped to my knees to kiss and suck his beautiful cock. I licked him from base to tip and sucked the head and as much as I could of his cock but there was no way I could take all of him into my mouth.

Stephen grabbed the back of my head and started to fuck my mouth, thrusting the blunt head of his cock against the back of my throat, making me gag and struggle to breathe. Suddenly, he withdrew from my mouth, pulled me up from the floor, and pushed me face down onto the bed. I felt the bed move as he knelt behind me, and spread my legs. He pulled my hips up until I was on my hands