It was the last night of our industry conference in Canberra, and I was exhausted. It had been three days of meetings and team building, along with formal dinners and way too much alcohol. My body was tired, and my mind needed some quiet time away from the energy drain that eighty-plus people in a room can give.

So tonight, after dinner was finally finished and the tables cleared, I stepped away from the dancing and moved to the lounge area of the hotel. I ordered a wine and sat down to decompress. On my first sip, Kat, one of my colleagues, joined me on the sofa. She seemed a bit upset. I didn’t have to ask what the problem was, as her partner was very selfish, and I would often hear stories. I wondered why she was getting married to him. They did not seem to be a good match at all. However, she did seem happy at times.

To distract her, I asked her how she had found the last few days. Kat was like me, exhausted and drained. She was sore from sitting, and her back was really aching. We were good mates, so it was not weird for me to ask if I could help in any way. Her main area of discomfort was between her shoulder blades, and I suggested a hot pack and some tablets. She shrugged this off and said she needed a massage.

I was married, and she was engaged, so I said I was happy to give her one, but not in the lounge area, as people would talk. I did not want to have us reported to HR by a nosy colleague, even though it was all innocent and above board. Kat did not hesitate and said yes, but asked to go to my room as she didn’t want me seeing hers as she had too many clothes lying around.

We didn’t try to be sneaky as it was a large hotel, and everyone was still in the ballroom. Besides, it was an innocent offer to help. So, we just headed up to my room via the stairs.

Once there, I poured us another wine and asked her to sit on the floor with her back to the lounge chair so I could massage her from behind.  Kat was wearing a silky blue blouse. a long skirt and stiletto heels. I could see her pert breasts silhouetted by what looked like a lacy matching blue bra. Her shoes came off in a flash, and she started to undo her blouse as I popped into the bathroom for moisturizer. I was a little disappointed when I got back because that’s as far as she had gone. She was in her bra and skirt, sitting on the floor. (can’t blame a guy for wanting a bit of a flash, hey!). I could see that her nipples had hardened more than they were earlier. It was hot to see, and I was careful not to show her how much I was affected. I turned so that she could not see the bulge that had formed in my pants.

I removed my shoes, loosened my shirt, and sat behind her. I started on her nec,k working the tension out on the tendons running up to the base of her head. She sighed, and I could feel her start to relax.

“Close your eyes. Relax… and imagine you are on a tropical beach and you are getting a massage from a total stranger. No stress, no partner, just you and your pool boy”. She sighed and settled a little more into my hands.

As I worked her neck I moved down to her shoulder blades, but I had to stop and ask her to unclip the bra. As I leaned forward to tell her, I could see her eyes were indeed closed. She didn’t say a thing and just un-clipped it in a neat motion; very unassuming and completely unselfconscious way. The straps were still on her shoulders, but as I worked my way into the knots between the blades and spine, they slipped down and the bra fell forward. Kat made no attempt to put it back, and I could see she had lovely dusky pink nipples, which were gorgeous – and quite erect. I started to feel my body reacting more. I had worked with Kat for over a year and had many a laugh with her. Over that time, I had developed a sexual attraction but had kept my fantasies and thoughts about her hidden. Now this was real and I wondered how far I could take this.How she felt about me.

I continued to work on her back and moved my hands around her sides. I touched her right breast slightly and Kat didn’t pull away. I moved my hand back again and firmly stroked her breast. Reaching for her nipple, I rubbed it softly between my fingers. She reacted with another sigh and moan, and she pushed back against me. With that, I grasped her left breast as well and played softly with her nipples, and I then leant forward and whispered, “You are on a beach, and it’s just you and the local masseuse. There is no one around…you can just let go.”

With that, she uncrossed her legs and moved my hands down to the top of her skirt. No words. Eyes closed… just encouraging my touch and feel. I stood up, lifted her to a standing position and slid down her skirt and then her cute lacy panties. She had a little strip of hair on her pussy and I thought I saw a hint of moisture on her lips. I sat her down gently in the lounge chair where I had been sitting and kissed her beautiful breasts. I removed my shirt and pants before kneeling in front of her. Her eyes were still closed and she had a sensual smile on her face.

I ran my hands up her legs and massaged her thighs. Fingers touching and caressing the silky skin… with mouth and tongue following. Licking and kissing my way up the thighs. Teasing a little as I avoided her inner thighs and groin. I could sense her hunger as she rocked to every lick. Her beautiful aroma was starting to fill the room. She pressed her inner thighs together hard, then surrendered and parted them. Before me was an open invitation - summoned to taste... to touch… to please. I moved my fingers and tongue to that gorgeous little strip of hair. I applied a different level of pressure from each finger while my tongue soothed her moist lips. She shuddered… and a small spurt of pussy juice rewarded me. I then began nibbling her moist lips. This brought further waves of squirming, goose bumps and shivers. Her breathing became more laboured, and I knew she was getting lost in what she was feeling.

Her hands reached down and held my head in place, pressing me closer. I could feel her body squirming more as her hands pushed me harder against her clit. Chasing her orgasm, she moaned and tossed her head back. Her pussy began spasming on my tongue as her legs and hands clamped me in place. Her whole body stilled, then spasmed as her orgasm rolled through her body. It was beautiful to feel.

After a few more shakes and moans, she relaxed. I looked up and saw that her eyes were still tightly closed. She had a soft smile on her lips.

My cock was dripping with precum now. It would not take much to make me explode. I knew that I could not finish inside her as we were both fertile and neither of us ready for a baby – let alone a commitment to each other!

I stood and said, "Keep your eyes closed." I dipped the head of my cock in her pussy to get more wetness. I slid my cock over her moist lips and then back in again. The need to go deeper had me in a massive internal struggle. The warmth and heat between those lips was so enticing. But I was unsure how she would feel about it. Then the decision was made for me, Kat grabbed my ass and pulled me in deep. Oh! The rush, the heat, moisture hitting my shaft all at once. My balls smacked into her, and I gasped. It was perfect and felt so right. I started to pound her deep and fast and Kat groaned with each thrust.  Repeatedly, I pushed just ever so deeper and harder and she rode my cock like a bull rider.  I was just hitting the back of her soaked pussy, and the sound of my balls smacking on her skin was like another aphrodisiac.  I completely lost control and released in a gush with no warning. She stiffened and climaxed a few seconds after me. We clung together, lost in the feeling of wonderment.

Then the spell broke, and we both collapsed into each other and for the first time since sitting down to start the massage, she opened her eyes. She looked at me and said, "Thanks, pool boy!"

We both smiled, then giggled.