The Derailment and the Suite

It had been some time since she had seen anyone, not unusual for this time of year with the holidays and all. It was a typical Monday, and everything was normal at work until her office phone rang. It was Jennifer. There had been a derailment right there in her area; the call was a heads-up that all the "bigwigs" were on their way. According to Jennifer, it was a mess. Not only was there going to be a massive cleanup operation, but it was also the main rail line Stacy used to route all of her assigned commodities, so a major reroute would be underway.

Jason was the first to show up. He told her the cleanup crews would be working out of the rail yard office, and the trucking operations group would run as normal out of their individual locations, so there shouldn't be any confusion from different groups doing different things. After only a couple of hours, however, Jason told her he could not work out of her office. It was too small for the mix of onsite operations people, making communication too difficult. He said he would try to secure a conference room at his hotel for them to work out of, especially since more of the team might show up.

During lunch, Jason sent Stacy a message telling her to load up everything she needed. They would be working out of his hotel. She just needed to contact him as soon as she arrived. Stacy grabbed her laptop, phones, and the whiteboard they had been using to graph equipment and people in real-time. When she pulled up, she messaged Jason. After inquiring if she needed help carrying anything, he told her they would be in room 4102. Stacy thought it sounded odd for a conference room to be on the fourth floor and have a room number rather than a name, but she figured it didn’t really matter.

When she reached the room, she realized it was a guest room and not a conference space. She knocked softly, and within a few seconds, Jason opened the door. He was on the phone and waved her inside. Stacy entered what she realized was a suite room with a small living area and kitchen attached. This is a nice room, she thought as she set her things down on the small table. Jason took the whiteboard and set it in front of the TV, which was tuned to news of the derailment with the sound muted.

Stacy pulled up a chair and began working on her laptop. Jason ended his call and apologized, explaining that all the conference rooms were booked. Working out of his room was the only option other than returning to the chaotic office. He told Stacy they could do whatever made her feel comfortable. Stacy agreed to stay; it was a nicer environment without the chaos.

Several hours passed. Their conversation had been minimal due to the heavy workload. Stacy stretched, rubbing her shoulder, when Jason came up behind her. He placed both hands on her shoulders and slowly began to massage her. She tensed at first, not expecting his touch, but then she slowly relaxed as his rhythmic movements worked on her tense muscles. Jason commented on how tight she was, and Stacy admitted she hadn't realized how much pressure she was under.

As Jason worked her shoulders, his circles expanded outward to include her upper arms and chest, brushing close to her breasts. Stacy realized her breathing was increasing with each pass of his fingertips as they inched closer to her nipples. Jason began telling her how much she meant to the team. Stacy tried to respond but lost her voice as his hands slid slowly down the sides of her breasts and upward to cup them. All she could do was let out a soft moan.

Jason’s voice pulled her back: “Let’s go into the bedroom so I can feel your whole body.”

Stacy felt as though she were watching herself from the sidelines as she stood and moved toward the bedroom. Her mind was racing. Am I really going to do this? The "punishment sex" from before had been shocking, but she had rationalized it since it applied to everyone. This, however, was a choice to get into her boss’s bed. Her logic told her to put on the brakes, but her body was pulsing with desire.

As she reached the bed, she turned to ask Jason if this was a good idea, but before she could speak, he spun her around and kissed her deeply. Their tongues danced as his hands explored her body, sliding under her shirt and inside her bra. Stacy moaned at the roughness of his touch, realizing her own hand had found the bulge in his pants. They quickly helped each other out of their clothes. Jason pushed her back onto the bed and moved on top of her.

Jason pushed inside her hard and fast, bottoming out in her heat. He moaned deeply, working his shaft back and forth, slowly picking up the pace to match her moans. Stacy wrapped her legs tight around him, pulling him as deep as she could with each stroke. As she reached her climax, her internal pulsing drove Jason over the edge. She felt him spasm as he came inside her.

They continued working from the suite for the next couple of days. The mornings were filled with nonstop work, but by lunch, they were often nude, engaging in playful sessions between calls, keeping each other on edge but saving the full climax for the end of the day.

On Friday morning, Jason mentioned that other divisions might be coming by to compare notes. The day was busy, and they weren't able to indulge in any "extra" activities. By 3:30 PM, no one had shown up. Jason noted that everyone seemed satisfied with phone conversations. Stacy was wondering if he would fuck her one last time before he left town when there was a knock at the door.

Shit, I really wanted him one more time, Stacy thought as she began packing her things. Jason opened the door, and Stacy heard an all-too-familiar voice. Oh shit, it’s Malcolm!

She smiled as Malcolm walked up and wrapped her in a tight hug, kissing her deeply and hard. She was trying to process this and wonder what to say to Jason when she felt Jason behind her, his hands sliding around her to cup her breasts. He whispered in her ear, “Malcolm wanted to see you again. Hope you don’t mind.”

Stacy exhaled a moan as Malcolm unbuttoned her pants and reached down to find her soaking wet. She whimpered with pleasure as Malcolm stimulated her while Jason massaged her breasts. Malcolm began undoing his pants, and Jason told her, “You should get down there and help him with that.”

Stacy dropped to her knees. She worked on Malcolm’s cock while Jason stripped and stood nearby, wanting her attention as well. She went back and forth between them. Eventually, Malcolm told Jason he needed to feel her again. They carried her to the bed. While Malcolm licked and sucked her nipples, Jason explored her from behind.

After Malcolm was fully nude, he positioned her face down on the bed with her feet still on the floor. He entered her slowly, stretching her. Stacy clutched the sheets, burying her face in the mattress to stifle her moans. When Malcolm finished, he withdrew, and Jason immediately took his place. Stacy enjoyed his rhythmic pace until Malcolm lifted her head by her hair, pressing his cock against her lips. She licked and sucked him, tasting herself on his shaft while Jason pumped behind her.

When they were finished, Jason headed to the shower to get ready for his flight, kissing Stacy with passion before leaving the room. Malcolm then moved between her legs, kissing his way up her stomach before entering her again. As he stroked her, Stacy felt another orgasm building. The weight of his muscles and the intensity of the friction drove her to a peak.

As they lay there recovering, Malcolm asked her to dinner. Stacy declined, explaining she needed to get home after a long week. In reality, she couldn't wait to get home to her husband, Mike, for some much-needed pampering.