| Straight: Strangers: Consolation Prize (1/8) |
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Towards the end of every month I had to travel to a small town in the midlands with my accounting firm. Generally it would always be mid-week and we would be expected back at our desks the following day. What was notable about this monthly excursion was that I got to see Miss Marks. She was the epitome of professionalism and as we were always in meetings with the senior partner from our firm, they were somewhat old-fashioned; there was rarely a chance to chat. Miss Marks, I believed her first name was Lisa but couldn’t be sure, was about 5’3” tall and brunette. I guess she was about 28 years of age and always wore very conservative business suits with skirts that always went past her knees. Her hair was in a short bob framing her face perfectly. About the only thing that didn’t conform was her footwear. In the summer months they would invariably be at least 4” heels, often with chrome toes and in the winter the definitive “cum-fuck-me” boots. Her figure was always constrained but seemed to hint at a shapely bosom and a gorgeous ass. Those meetings were always a bore, so I spent many a moment fantasizing about the delectable Miss Marks. Occasionally I would be lost in a scenario where I was fucking her across the boardroom table or she would be beneath the table sucking on my engorged cock. Once or twice the direction of the meeting would swing round to me and I would take a moment to return to the real world. Generally I feigned deep consideration before replying but at least once I caught Miss Marks’ eyes and could have sworn I saw an unprofessional twinkle there. Probably just wishful thinking on my part. The nature and length of the meetings often meant that I would be unable to relieve my desire until the train journey home where a wank in the toilets was a necessity. Though I have to admit to pretending a case of nausea once so I could use the facilities in the middle of a particularly dull – and therefore, within my mind, erotic – meeting. It was approaching the end of the tax year when a meeting was scheduled for a Thursday, and as there was a lot to be done, we were put up in a local hotel. Even then on the first day we didn’t finish till gone 9pm and all we did was get a bite to eat and head for our rooms. We managed to finish our work by 3pm the next day. The rest of my firm quickly collected their belongings from the hotel and headed back home. I was in no rush and hoped, vainly as it turned out, to get better acquainted with Miss Marks. As I gathered my papers together I saw her gorgeous ass quickly heading out the door and my spirits, along with my face, immediately sank. Disappointed, I headed back to the hotel and decided, as there was no nubile young filly waiting in my bed at home to ravish me the moment I got through the door, to stay an extra night. The town was quite picturesque and from the previous night seemed to have a couple of lively pubs. Back in my room I showered and lay down on the bed as the spring sun shone in through the window. My mind drifted to the object of my fantasies and I had a very pleasant and leisurely |
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