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Taking Stress Out Of Business Travel

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It had already been a hell of a business trip, but we were finally nearing the end of the long haul. Dean, Linda and I had travelled from vendor to vendor, each of them desperately trying to impress us with their products. Each vendor in turn had taken us to visit reference customers who were clearly only putting up with our visits out of politeness to the vendors.

We had tried to minimise the stress of days filled with business visits and almost non-stop travelling by ensuring that we were booked into good hotels each night, but this had not really helped much – we arrived so late each evening and left so early the following morning that we got no time to appreciate any individuality they might offer.

We had definitely had enough.

This evening was not only almost the end of the trip; it was also our first real opportunity to relax. Our reference visit had completed at a sensible time and for a change we didn’t have a vendor insisting on taking us out for dinner. We were even spending our second consecutive night in the same hotel – absolute bliss.

Returning to the hotel by mid-afternoon we agreed to settle into our rooms and then to meet again an hour or so later. With our first real spell of leisure time on our hands we went for a slow wander through the streets of the city interspersed with a few drinks in local bars. Our walk conclude with a good meal at a nearby restaurant during the course of which we all shared a few of bottles of wine.

By 10 o’clock we were back at the hotel rested, cheerful and weaving only slightly. Dean decided he was too tired to want to do anything other than get an early night and, making his excuses, he headed off to his room.

As Dean headed off I said to Linda, “I fancied another drink myself, are you retiring too, or can I offer to buy you a drink?”

Several drinks later we were still at the bar, it was starting to get late and the bar was emptying out. The conversation had turned to TV and how little there seemed to be that was worth watching. Suddenly Linda said, “It’s so bad not even the porn channels are worth watching.”

For a moment I wondered if I had heard her properly, so trying to keep my expression as normal as possible I replied, “You’ve done an extensive survey on them then, have you?” I felt this was sufficiently neutral to avoid embarrassing her if I had heard her wrongly.

“Well I wouldn’t call it extensive. We’ve hardly had much time on our own in these hotels, but I’ve seen enough to know that as porn goes it’s a long way from the best.”

I had heard correctly.

What I said was, “You don’t seriously watch porn on the hotel TV do you? Don’t you worry about what will appear on your bill?” but in reality I was stunned by her frankness. Although I had not worked with her much I knew she had a reputation for being a hard-working, ambitious career woman known for her dedication to the projects on which she worked. Watching pornography was an activity which just didn’t fit in with this image and admitting to it seemed even more out of kilter.

She didn’t appear at all put out by my obvious astonishment. She simply shrugged her shoulders and said, “Why shouldn’t I watch it? It just appears on the bill as a movie and as I’ve been away from home for more than a week for the company I don’t see why they can’t pay a little bit towards relieving the boredom.”

“But you just said it’s not very good, so why bother?”

Not only did she not seem put out by the question but she looked amused as she answered, “it may not be the best, but it’s better than nothing when you’ve been on the road for over a week.” She looked at me speculatively and went on “don’t tell me you never get bored or frustrated on a trip like this?”

I wasn’t used to a woman I hardly knew speaking so openly but then both of us were far from sober by this time and the alcohol kept any embarrassment at bay. I responded, “Bored and frustrated, well yes to a degree, but I don’t know, I’ve just never …” I left the sentence unfinished as I struggled to think of a response and instead challenged her in return, “… anyway how do you know it’s not that good? Lots to compare it with have you?”
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Stats Guy

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Dave entered the bus after the late girl’s basketball game at Waynesboro. He found a seat near the front, close to the coaches and prepared to nap on the ride back to the quad. With getting back to the university around midnight, he would not be done with figuring out the statistics until two or three in the morning. So he wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to sleep when he could.

The girls filed onto the bus and when Kim went past, he noticed that she gave him a strange look that he could not identify. Well, that could wait, he thought. He would ask her about it at the next game. After everyone had settled down, the trip home began.

Shortly after the bus began to move, Kim called toward the front of the bus, “Dave, we want to see you about some statistics.”

“Yeah, we want you to come back here,” her close friend Diane added.

“Oh, all right,” Dave replied sullenly and got the stat books together and headed back to where the girls were. He found Kim and Diane seated together about three seats from the back.

When he prepared to sit across the aisle from them, Diane said, “No, Dave, sit between us,” and moved into the aisle to allow him to sit down. He slid onto the seat and she squeezed in beside him.

He started to open the stat book and asked, “Well girls, what stats did you want to discuss?” “No, not those, silly,” Diane laughed as she took the books from his hand and placed them on the seat across the aisle. He looked bewildered and queried, “Then what ones do you mean?”

“We meant some performance statistics of yours,” Kim quietly answered, sliding her hand up along his leg to his crotch.
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Tina At The Porn Shop

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Let me introduce Tina to you. Tina is my ex-girlfriend. She’s Japanese-Irish mix, 5’3″ A cups with big puffy areolas, firm toned legs that end in a great round ass.

Tina had been out at the tanning salon when I got home, she loves wearing a tiny little bikini so she’s got perfect tan lines. When she got home she told me she wanted to do something nasty on Friday night and that I should plan it out for her, she’d do anything I told her to. Well, well, well this was too good to be passed up. All week I thought about it and had the evening all planned out. As the days ticked on she kept telling me the nastier the better she was feeling like being a total slut on Friday, work had been bothering her and she wanted to blow off some steam.

Well Friday finally arrived, I’d been planning out the evening and had picked up an out fit for her to wear that I thought would be appropriate. Her outfit consisted of no underwear, no bra, the top was white fishnet top that clearly showed her pert little tits, she would wear a little black cheerleader skirt that barely covered her beautiful little pussy which she kept waxed, white socks with frilly tops and a pair of 5″ spiked heels. She was allowed a long coat for the time we’d be in public but after that the coat would stay in the car.

I wasn’t sure how far she’d let me take this evening but since I had decided to break up with her this seemed like a perfect time to get back at her since I’d found out she’d been cheating on me. We went to dinner and she was allowed to wear her coat until we sat down, the restaurant was a little hole in the wall Italian place where the only internal lighting was in the kitchen everything else was candles on the tables. She took off her coat as she sat down giving the waiter an eyeful of her dark tanned chest with light triangles where her bikini tan lines barely covered her nipples. The contrast really made her puffy areolas stand out against the fishnet. We ordered drinks I drank water and she had a glass of wine, one became two and then three. Tina said she wasn’t hungry and didn’t want anything but cock for dinner. I’d been playing with her pussy underneath the table and had her skirt inched up to her waist she was dripping wet and kept telling me she was so horny she couldn’t wait to see what I had planned for her for the rest of the evening. We drove a little distance to a total dive of a porn shop in an industrial area right on the border of north Compton. I took her coat and put it in the back seat of my car and told her this is where we were starting and was she really wanting to be as nasty as she’s been talking this week? “Baby I’m so frustrated with work and horny from you playing with my pussy all night plus the drinks I’m ready for anything you dare tell me to do”. Good for me the challenge had been issued.
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Cindy Goes Shopping

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“Oh, this is kinda cute!” Cindy said, holding up a dress. The dress was vinyl. It had vinyl straps holding up a top that was cut low across the front. It was short. And the front was connected to the back by 3 one-inch vinyl strips on each side. The strips separated the two halves by about six inches, leaving a wide expanse of skin to be seen. It was slightly narrower at the waist than at the top and bottom, allowing the chance of a glimpse of breast at the top, and who knows what at the bottom.

“Yep, it sure is.” I replied. “I think you should try that one on.”

“I’ll think about it.” She said, noting its position on the floor.

We were in an adult shop, stopping in late after a bit of a night on the town.

I thought the dress would be just about the right length – very short – and I liked the other features as well.

As was customary, when we walked into the shop to look around, Cindy had headed straight for the clothing. I had scoped the place out a bit. It had the counter in the middle of the store, with the clothing racks on one side, the leather and toy stuff along with the dressing rooms on the other side, and in the back were long shelves of movies for rent and for sale. There were perhaps 6 or 7 men roaming in the racks, searching for the movie that looked just right. The clerk was a youngish man, who looked bored when we walked through the door, but who seemed to perk up when he got a good look at Cindy.
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Would Never Have Believed It

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It was a typical Monday morning, or so I thought. I was at my desk at about 9:30 when my boss walked over and said she needed to see me in her office immediately. She quickly turned and headed back toward her office.

I had kind of a thing for my boss since she had joined the company a few months ago. She really wasn’t what most guys would consider “hot”. She wasn’t killer- beautiful, but she was cute. She didn’t have a smoking- hot body; she was a little curvy but rarely wore clothes that “did” anything for her, like low-cut tops or tight skirts. She had kind of a librarian thing going, I guess; she dressed very plainly, wore geeky glasses, had normal brown hair usually worn in an unassuming “up do”, I’m sure you know the type.

Simply put, you probably wouldn’t notice her in a group of people, like at a party; that is, if she ever went to a party. I didn’t recall that she had ever attended an after-work thing whenever one was organized in our department. We had something to celebrate or observe every couple of weeks and would usually just meet up in the bar in the lobby of our building, so it wasn’t like she had to go out of her way or anything. She just seemed… boring? uninterested? I dunno honestly.

But, there was something I found alluring about her, something intangible. She did wear some kind of perfume that could make my cock hard instantly! So that might have been it. Seriously, I don’t like most perfumes at all. What she wears is very faint, very soft, hard to categorize, kinda like her. It’s not floral, it’s not musky, it’s just… stunningly attractive.

The first time I got close enough to smell it on her was at her first day with the company, and my cock got hard right away. It really shocked me, had never happened before in my life. We were in a group meeting and luckily I was wearing relatively loose-fitting pants. That would have made a hell of a first impression. I probably would have been cited for inappropriate sexual conduct or something, I’m sure!

I jumped up from my desk and found myself trailing closely behind her, taking in her perfume’s scent. I could have walked behind her for miles if I had to.

I followed her into her office, and she closed the door behind me. “Please, sit,” she said. There was nothing out of the ordinary with our interactions to that point, nothing that stood out to let me know something was wrong.

She looked very uncomfortable sitting at her desk, and it was a few moments before she composed herself to speak. I was starting to get a little worried. Finally, she picked up a stack of printouts from her desk and handed them across to me. They were highlighted and it took me a moment to figure out what I was looking at.

“Recognize any of those websites, Tim?” she asked me.
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My Subway Ride

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I think this will be a fairly short story. It’s about something that happened to me in New York City. I travel there probably 3 or 4 times a year.

On one of my trips I ended up taking the Subway during rush hour. I hadn’t done that before and was impressed with how many people pack onto a train at the same time. You truly do feel like a sardine in a tin. Well while on the train, packed in like that, I felt a hand start rubbing my butt. I couldn’t even turn to see who it was or move away from it. It lasted for a couple of stops and then was over. You can always feel people pressed up against you, but hadn’t had someone actually do anything like that before. I found myself thinking about that experience over the next few months and found it to be kind of erotic. I decided on my next trip to NYC to try something a little bit daring to see what would happen.

On my next trip to NYC, I finished my business a little early one day and went back to my hotel to change and try my adventure. I wore a miniskirt that ended just below my butt with no underwear and a very loose fitting top with no bra. The top had no sleeves and very large scooped arm openings. I could feel my breasts bouncing freely under the shirt as I walked; my nipples tightened up as I thought of what I was about to do. The stop was only a couple of blocks from my hotel and I checked the map to determine where I would take the subway. I didn’t want to end up in a bad part of the city. Being raped was certainly not in my plans. I decided to take the train down from midtown to Wall Street and then back again, it seemed to be a pretty safe route. When I got on the train, I made it a point to remain standing and grabbed onto one of those handles that hang from the ceiling.

While holding my arm above my head, holding onto that handle like that, my breasts were totally exposed to anyone on the side of me. They could see right in the armhole of my blouse and through to the other side. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that several men were enjoying the view and again my nipples got hard at the thought of these strangers checking me out. Other than that though the ride was pretty uneventful.

No one touched me other than the normal jostling that occurs on every train when people are that packed in. I made it all the way to Wall Street and finally got off the subway and crossed over the platform to the other side for the trip back uptown. I was disappointed, I had really been looking forward to this adventure and so far it was turning into a dud. The people at this stop were much better dressed in suits and such. I didn’t really expect too much here even if they were mostly men getting on the train. The train seemed to be even more packed if that was possible.
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On The Road Again

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It’s a long straight stretch of road; not another car in either direction for quite some time. With my lady asleep in the back seat its hard to stay awake as we make our way into upper Canada. I was surprised she agreed to go fishing with me, but the load of books she brought along pretty much explained her plans.

I rounded a corner and almost hit the kid on the shoulder. I swerved away from him and hit the brakes. He ran up alongside the car and I rolled down the window. “Sorry, man,” I said,” I didn’t see you around the curve.”

“No problem,” he grinned, “You missed me. How about a lift?”

He seemed safe enough, maybe early twenties, a bit smaller than me. I could use the conversation I thought, and popped the lock on the door. He climbed in, buckled up and we were back on the road.

He had noticed my girl in the back, so we kept our voices low. He turned out to be from near the area I was headed to, hitching home from college for a few weeks. We talked about where the locals fished, places the motel owner probably wouldn’t send me to. As we drove my lady slept soundly, spred out on the seat.

I noticed he was having a hard time not looking in the back as we talked. I adjusted the mirror and saw what had caught his eye. Her blouse had come unbuttoned and her breast was completely exposed.
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The Sex Train

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I always took the Metrolink to work in downtown Los Angeles. I lived about forty miles from downtown, and I found that taking the train was a lot faster, easier on my nerves, and easier on my budget than sitting in rush hour traffic for a couple of hours. From the train station, I took the subway a few miles. That took about five minutes.

It was great. The train was seldom crowded at first, till people got wind of it, and soon, it was crowded, so they added more trains. Then, they added more trains going back in the afternoons, and more people started taking the Metrolink.

What happened, though, one early summer afternoon, was very interesting.

I had half the day off, and I left work early. I waited for the train, and I knew that the early trains going back toward my home were usually quite empty. I would have plenty of room to stretch out in one of the upper cars that had a small table in the center.

When I got on the train in Union Station, it was virtually empty. There was no one in the table car at all, and I went and sat down, putting my briefcase on the table in front of me. The train wasn’t going to be leaving for another fifteen minutes, so I took the opportunity to go over some paper work from my briefcase. I got lost in what I was doing, and my reverie was broken by the voice of the engineer, telling us we would be making our first stop in twenty minutes.

I looked up as the train started out of the station. For the first time, I noticed that I wasn’t alone in the compartment. There was a rather youngish looking black man sitting across from me and one seat up. He smiled as I looked over at him. I smiled back, and his smile got a little broader. He nodded his head, as if to say, “Hello,” and I nodded back.
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Debi at the Car Wash

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My wife and I had been messing around in bed on a Saturday morning, she sucking on my cock, me playing with her pussy, that kind of thing. She told me not to make her come, that she had plans for later; she didn’t explain any further but had a very evil grin. “You’ll thank me later,” was all she said.

We had talked in the past about her showing off in public, and I told her I would really get off on guys or whoever watching her. I had even mentioned maybe allowing physical contact, if the person and the situation were right and we were both OK with it. She’d always call me “pervert” when we had these discussions.

We had planned on going out to the mall later, and when we went to leave, I was a bit shocked on what she was wearing. She wore a sexy, thin sundress and I could tell she had no bra on, and she wore sexy high-heel wedges. Just for fun, she lifted up her dress and showed me her naked pussy! She wasn’t wearing anything under the dress at all!

As we started driving, she hiked up her dress, reclined her seat and played with her pussy. “Drive around a little bit,” she said. “I’m not ready to shop yet.”

She started rubbing on her clit with her right hand and fingered her cunt with her left hand. As she worked her fingers in and out of her trimmed snatch, I could see they were wet with her pussy juice. I reached over as I drove and pulled down the top of her dress, exposing her left breast. I pinched on her nipple which made her growl with lust.
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My Slutty Date

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One night, my date and I went to see a show at the local theater. Apparently, because it was a late show, and because it was during the middle of the week, there weren’t many people in the place. We sat in the back, as usual we usually did.

The movie that we were watching was a romantic thriller that was going around at the time (perhaps you heard of “9-1/2 weeks”?). It just was starting to get interesting as the actors started to get into one of the make-out scenes. That’s when my date placed her hand on my lap and started to rub my throbbing boner.

I hadn’t expected this from her since this was our first date out together. I was presently surprised that she was showing interest in my equipment so early in our relationship.
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