Work, rest and play

Today is our company’s annual get together where we have to enjoy several hours of talks explaining how well we are doing and how we can improve our productivity - Yawn. The upside of course is that we have an amazing meal laid on for us at the end of the day.

Since my company insisted on holding these events miles away from civilisation, I had to get up at 5 o'clock. It was pitch black outside and rather chilly as the heating hadn't come on yet. I had managed to navigate the kitchen and make myself a cup of tea and some breakfast. By 5:30 I was semi conscious and decided to get dressed. Luckily I had planned what I was going to wear the previous night so it was all laid out ready. I had my strapless silk dress which came to just above the knee, strapless lace bra, lace knickers, black stockings, small black cardigan and heels. Not the comfiest outfit but it looked professional and it made me feel confident. By 6:15 I was dressed and ready to go. I was due to meet Derek (my lift) outside at 6:30 and, as usual, he was bang on time.

The conference hall was about a two and a half hour drive away but luckily Derek is quite a chatty guy and there weren’t any awkward silences. Conversation was kept to a professional level for most of the way although I did catch him glimpse at my legs on several occasions.

I had worked with Derek for several years and had a suspicion that he fancied me. He always found it difficult to keep eye contact during a conversation with his eyes tending to look a little lower than they should. This didn’t bother me as Derek is a good looking bloke and anyway, I liked the attention. I guess it didn’t help matters that I flirted with him on many occasions.

We had arrived in plenty of time for the 10:30 start, so freshened up and had another cuppa.

I was sat in a room with at least 80 men and women all of whom looked very professional in their suits and dresses. We all sat at round tables, which I presume was to encourage conversation. In fact it kind of resembled a night at the Oscars except we had sparkling water instead of sparkling wine.

On my table were several members of staff from my office, Derek had grabbed the chair to my left with the lady from reception sitting on the other side. The rest of the table was made up with staff from the Sales team.

I won't bore you with the details of the conference only to say that we were doing ok as a company but could do better yada yada yada. Of course, there were plenty of opportunities to flirt with Derek throughout the presentations. This included showing a little more leg than was necessary, leaning over to grab the bottle of water ensuring that my boobs brushed his arm and on one occasion, hitching my dress up just a little too much so that Derek was aware I was wearing stockings. Of course, there was a good chance that people on the tables behind us could also see this, but hey, someone needed to provide the entertainment right?

The conference finally ended at around 5:30 when there was a mad rush to hit the bar. Drinks had been provided by the company so I grabbed a white wine and sat with Derek discussing the day’s events. There was plenty of networking going on with lots of cheek on cheek kissing. I found it funny how most of the men I met actually planted their lips on my cheek and at the same time managed to wrap an arm round me whilst the women simply touched cheeks.

As expected, the three course meal was delicious and consisted of a pate starter with the most amazing lamb for the main course. This together with more wine on the house made for a very pleasant evening.

The meal finally ended at 9:30 so I found Derek and we walked back to his car.

After an hour or so in the car my bra was killing me, digging into my back as it had done all day. I must have said this out loud.

"Why don't you take it off?" Derek said.

"Take what off?" I asked.

"Your bra, I won't mind," he replied.

Bet you won't, I thought.

But it sounded very appealing as the clasp was really hurting me.

"Ok, but keep your eyes on the road," I said jokingly.

I'm not sure what happened at that point but all of a sudden I had all sorts of ridiculous thoughts going through my head. I knew I flirted a lot with Derek but here I was, about to take off my bra in front of him. Should I give him a glimpse of my breasts? He has been looking me up all day so why not?

The more I thought about it, the more I got turned on with the idea.

So I sat forward in my seat and removed my small cardigan. I wrestled with the zip at the back of my dress for a few seconds and finally managed to pull it down as far as it would go. At this point I was thinking what Derek could see as I had my back slightly turned towards him. At best, he would see my bare back with the black strap of the bra going across it.

I undid the clasp which instantly felt much better and turned back around in my seat.

Now I really didn't 'have' to remove my bra completely but I was so turned on by the thought I decided to continue. Loosening the seat belt slightly I pulled at the bra. It came away pretty easily but at the same time pulled the front of my dress down so that my right tit was visible. I knew Derek was looking so gave the front of my dress an extra tug to give him a better view.

“Sorry Derek,” I explained in case I had caused him any embarrassment.

“No, don’t worry,” he said, “you have a great pair of tits, what’s to be sorry about?”

For the next 20 minutes or so he couldn't stop paying me compliments and I couldn't stop thinking really dirty thoughts. My thinking was, so he had seen my tits, would he want to see more - maybe touch me?

The problem is, when I’m in this mood I simply can't help myself. So since the conversation was still based around me and my tits I asked him if he would like to see some more of me. I knew the answer before I had finished asking.

"Really?" he said.

"Yes,” I answered. “Find somewhere to park and I will show you some more." 

Ten minutes later we pulled into a large motorway services car park. The car park was pretty big so we parked up right at the back, the furthest away from the shops. There was very little lighting here and next to no other cars.

We got out of the car with me clutching my dress against my chest as the zip was still down. We headed into the trees for some privacy. Reasonably sure we couldn't be seen I took my arms away from the front of my dress. Gravity took over and my dress fell away from my tits and settled on my waist. I didn't attempt to cover my tits with my hands; I just kept my arms by my side.

"Here you are, Derek," I said. “Like what you see?”

If his eyes could have popped out any further I think they would have landed on the grass.

Whilst not particularly cold, my nipples were erect. This wasn’t helped by me playing with them.

“Would you like to touch me, Derek?” I asked.

He didn’t need asking twice. He came over and put his arms around me, touching every inch of visible flesh. With his hands concentrating on my tits, he started kissing me.

I knew it was wrong but I couldn't resist.

As the kisses were getting more and more passionate, his hand slid down the back of my dress and inside my knickers, groping my ass as we kissed. I pulled back for a moment, slipped my shoes off and pulled my dress down over my waist. Again, gravity was Derek’s friend and the dress slipped to the ground.

I knelt in front of Derek and undid the zip on his trousers followed by his belt. I pulled his boxers down over his bulging cock and began to lick his thick, pulsating shaft. I would have made him cum – there and then but he stopped me.

“Alison, I really want to fuck you. Would you mind?” he asked.

We had already gone too far so I guessed this wouldn’t make any difference – in any event, I was gagging for him to be inside me.

“Not at all,” I replied.

I stood up and pulled my rather see through lace knickers down. I lay on the ground feeling the cold grass beneath me, parted my legs as far as they would go and held my arms other my head. I didn’t have to say anything. This was all the permission Derek needed to pull off his trousers and boxers and fuck me in the services car park.

I moaned as he pounded me, my tits jiggling up and down with each thrust. Derek really didn’t ask to do anything else to me – he just did it. He turned me over so that I was on all fours and continued to fuck me like it was going out of season – harder and harder – the sound of his legs slapping against my arse.

He stopped and turned me back over.

“I’d like to see your face as I make you cum,” he said.

So he parted my legs again, pinned my arms down above my head and fucked me. I came within seconds quickly followed by Derek shooting his load deep inside of me.

We lay there for a moment, Derek still on top of me and kissed.

Fearing being caught we quickly got dressed – well mostly dressed. I just put my dress on. For the remainder of the journey home I kept flashing Derek and occasionally (when safe to do so) I would let him run his hand up my inner thigh and finger my wet and cum filled pussy.