I had missed the last flight back to Chicago and the airport was already closed. I knew I shouldn’t have stayed in the office for so long but I’d wanted to make a good impression on our newest agency. The problem was that I would now have to find a hotel to stay overnight. I looked around but there was nobody to ask and worse, there were no taxis. The driver who had dropped me off must have known the airport would be closed. I cursed to myself at him, my predicament, and why an agency would choose to locate its offices in such a desolate hellhole.

My last resort was to call Saskia, the girl from the agency with whom I’d been in meetings all day.

“Hi Saskia,” I said, “I’m really sorry to bother you but I’m stuck at the airport and I need to find a hotel. Hopefully, there is one within walking distance.”

“Oh dear,” she replied, “I told you not to wait around the office for too long. Wait there and I’ll pick you up.”

Before I could even respond, she hung up the phone.

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It took her twenty minutes to reach me, during which time I thought about the day and also about Saskia. She was a very sexy girl in her late twenties, with shoulder length black hair and green eyes. She had been wearing a skirt suit with black stockings and black shoes. The skirt was a bit too short, which gave me occasional glimpses of her stocking tops. I tried to pretend not to notice, but at times when she took the phone, I would have a good look. The thought of what I’d seen that day made me horny. I would definitely have a wank over her later at the hotel.

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She waved at me as she slowed down to a stop, and I got in the car. She had changed into more casual clothing but was still wearing a short skirt. Her top was slightly undone, showing some cleavage, and she appeared to have put on some more makeup. She looked even more stunning than earlier that day.

“You don’t need to waste time and money on a hotel,” she said while pulling away, “You can stay at my place.”

“Really,” I replied, “A hotel would be fine.”

I kicked myself for having been so stupid. Here was a girl offering me to stay with her overnight and I was more or less rejecting her offer. My heart started beating fast as I realized there might be some action that night. After all, she had seemed quite flirty during the day.

“Nonsense, the hotels are all too far, except for one dump I wouldn’t recommend close to the airport.”

We hardly spoke along the way. I was too busy thinking about the prospect of banging her and thought that she might be feeling the same way. We soon pulled up to an apartment block and went inside.

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“This is my husband, Charles,” said Saskia, “and this is Kevin, from Arch Plastics.”

My heart sank when I saw Charles.

I hadn’t even thought of the possibility that she might be married. Charles sat there in the armchair, giving me a cursory hello. I could tell by his body language he wasn’t going to get up, so I just said hi back.

“Have a seat,” said Saskia, pointing at the couch, “Can I get you a drink?”

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She served us drinks and then sat down beside me on the couch. I felt nervous about her sitting there next to me, her legs crossed and her stocking tops showing once again. I glanced over at Charles. He was looking at her with a blank stare on his face, and then things started to get weird.

Saskia put her hand on my leg, leaned in toward me and whispered in my ear.

“Would you like to fuck me?” she asked.

I felt my cock springing in my pants like I’d never felt it before. I looked at her nervously, then at Charles and back at her.

“It’s okay,” she said out loud, “Charles likes to watch me fuck.”

Charles didn’t move an inch as she took my hand and slid it under her skirt. She put her head forward and kissed me, rubbing her tongue against mine. I glanced sideways and saw Charles still sitting there with a blank stare. It seemed as though he really didn’t care, so I went ahead and unbuttoned Saskia’s blouse and unclasped her bra. She had perfect little B cup titties just dying to be sucked.

“Come with me,” she said, taking my hand and leading me toward the bedroom.

She lay down on the bed and pulled off her skirt.

“Get undressed,” she said.

I noticed that Charles had got up and followed us into the bedroom.

“Don’t worry about him. He will sit quietly.”

I quickly undressed while Saskia dimmed the lights down until the room was barely lit.

“Take off my panties but don’t take off my stockings. Charles likes my stockings.”

I pulled down her panties and proceeded to lick her sweet little snatch until she came, almost silently.

I moved up the bed and kissed her again before slipping my rock hard cock inside her. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Charles gently stroking his cock, still watching but not saying a word.

“Take me from behind,” Saskia begged, “Charles likes to see my ass.”

She rolled over, got down on her hands and knees, lifting her ass in the air.

I swiftly pushed my rod inside her, building up a rhythm as my thighs slapped against her cheeks. She came again, more violently this time, thrusting her ass against me and screaming. That set me off, gushing forth inside her. We rolled back over and kissed for a minute.

“You can go to bed now. Charles will finish me off.”