One thinks this business trip is going to be just a work.

Weeks ago I’d been nominated to represent our company at the meeting with our Chinese clients. So, here I find myself, bundled on a train. The unexpected part? Our other Czech client will be joining me. Not entirely sure what he’ll be able to bring to the table. This weekend was gearing up to be a royal pain in the arse… All I needed was a train strike to top it off.

I’m sat on the train at a table looking across at an empty seat. “Great,” I think. “Stuck with Mr Unreliable, who might not even turn up before the train leaves. Suits me.”

Just as I stretch my legs out to relax and start reading the documents prepared for the meeting, a tall super-sexy very-early-forties man in a fitted suit approaches, fumbling for what looks like important documents. I look at him with a blank expression on my face as he accidentally drops the papers. I let out an audible sigh as I help him gather the papers from the floor.

“I’m George,” he says shaking my hand. The electricity between our skins is already unbearable.

“I’m Catherine.”

I move my feet off the chair and he carefully sits down opposite to me.

“So, Catherine… Are you looking forward to the meeting?”

“You can call me Kate,” I say as I brush my hair behind my ears as he looks at me over his glasses and I notice the most amazing bright eyes.

“OK, Kate…”

“Not really. You?” I interrupt him. 

“Well not really as well. I was hoping for a relaxing weekend with a few glasses of wine to be honest.”

Well this was an interesting turn of events to me. Good point well done. I was expecting a business man eager to get another decisions done and excel spreadsheet filled in.

“I’m sure we can find time for a few drinks,” I retort with a smirk.

The next hour or so of the journey is spent exchanging small talk as I try to remain vaguely interested in what he has to say. I undo the top few buttons of my thin, white blouse and he seems to admit, he was finding it increasingly difficult to not look at my cleavage bursting out of it.

I let out a very loud sigh as I kick my high heels off.

“My feet ache,” I moan, placing them on the chair next to him. “Rub them better for me,” I add in a playful manner and grid.

“I... I can’t do that. That’s not... I could…”

I look straight to his eyes as I play with my hair, moving my feet from next to him I put them in between his legs and suddenly start rubbing his crotch.

He seems taken aback. Completely stunned and at a bit of a loss as to how to react. He knows what he should do. He should be professional and move my feet and remind me that we’re on a business trip. The devil in him won’t let that happen though…

My foot continues rubbing his ever-stiffening cock, as he caress my legs… How much longer is this journey going to take? I suppose he is going to explode.

As soon as we reach the station, we flag down a taxi and jump in the back. Without even saying a word, I hand the taxi driver a tattered piece of paper with the address for our hotel on.

I grab the back of his head and press my lips firmly against his. 

“I’ve been dying to do that the entire train journey,” he says hastily.

We passionately kiss for the entire taxi journey and once we reach our hotel, I don’t even so much as say a quick 'thank you' to the driver. To be honest, I think he was getting off on watching us on the back seat. George hands him the money and we cross the street to the hotel and get checked in as quickly as we can. The whole time we’re stood at reception, my hand is rubbing Georges’ bulging trousers.

We both rush upstairs and pile into his room. By the time he’s put our bags down, I have already slipped my shirt off, my hair flowing down over a silky black push-up bra trimmed with black lace. He stops and stares for a moment, taking in the stunning view standing there in front of him. 

He walks over to me and grabs both shoulders shoving my back against the door. As we passionately kiss one hand grabs my tit, as the other fumbles to get my bra undone.

I waste no time in diving a hand into his trousers and releasing his cock.

As we frantically strip each other of all our clothes, throwing them on the floor as we make our way across the room to the bed, I grab his throat and say to him with lustful venom in my voice: “Don’t be gentle with me!”

He throws my backwards on to the bed and promptly climbs on top of me, parting my legs with his. He grabs my wrists and pins them either side of my head. Leaning forward he kisses my collar bone and then bites at my neck. He loosens his grip on my wrists and I start to lift my arms from the bed. He pushes them back down again, restraining me once more. Moving my hands above my head, he holds them together with one strong hand. As he holds them there, he moves one hand down my pale white skin and grabs one of my firm breasts. Sucking and nibbling on the nipple, his hand glides over my toned stomach and downs in between my slender thighs. He slides his fingers over my pussy and I’m already wet. He slides the tip of his fingers inside me and I say rather abruptly: “NO!” I see the look of confusion on his face and explain, “I want your cock to be the first thing inside me.”

He rubs my clit and releases my hands from above my head and I make no hesitation in grabbing the back of his head and thrusting my tongue into his mouth. As he leans back, I lean forward, not wanting our lips to part.

He definitely wonders how rough I want him to be?

He manoeuvres himself so that he is straddling my legs. He can see my pussy glistening under the light, wet with excitement. He wants to taste it. Before he gets the chance to do so or say anything, one of my hands thrusts forwards and grabs his head…

As my fingers wrap around his hair, I say to him with a force: “I know you want to… Taste me.” I slide my hand between my legs and back up again, shoving two fingers into his mouth so he can taste me. I can see it in his eyes that he wants more.

I push him down.

“Lick me.” I moan and set up for him.

Without a second to lose, he does as I demand and he begins to lick my clit. I’m dripping wet and he is getting harder and harder the louder he makes me moan.

My breathing gets heavier and louder as my body wriggles with pleasure. He stops only to bite my inner thigh. My senses are heightened and as he bites me, it’s almost as though my body melts.

“Let me feel you inside me!” I say, grinning ear to ear.

He pulls himself towards me so we’re facing each other. I grab his cock and slowly guide it towards me. I feel the tip of his penis enter me and I hold my position, not moving a muscle.

Then as slow as he possibly can, he pulls himself nearer to me. His cock easing its way deeper inside me. I wish I could capture this feeling forever.

He eventually goes as deep as he can, so I can feel every inch of him inside me. He feels my vagina contracts around him, gripping him. It feels divine. At that moment, we are almost lost in our eyes.

He picks me up and carries me over to the wall, pressing me against it as he fucks me very hard, rush and fast whilst still holding me in his arms. Thrusting in me deeply. He must have hit the sweet spot, as he gets the pressure build up on the tip of his dick, as I climax, contracting around him and slowly pushing him out.

I force his cock out, squirting while my body shakes.

He slides his cock back inside me again and moves slowly but very deeply in and out for a moment.

“Reckon you can squirt again?” he asks.

“Yes!” I pant.

He stands me on the floor and dives back onto the bed, beckoning me to follow him. I straddle him and start riding him. I know he can feel the pressure building in me up again.

“Oh FUCK!!” I yell as I come again, hard.

“It’s your turn.”

I kneel down beside the bed as he stands up. Caressing his balls as I slowly lick and suck his stuff. His legs twitches and I feel his dick throbbing. He erupts. He climaxes. He smiles and says between breaths:

“Best. Business. Trip. Ever”

I giggle.