The firm I work for is run by a husband and wife, Kat (43) and Peter (48). Kat is fit for her age, a true professional woman with jet black hair, green eyes, pert tits and gorgeous legs. A lot of time is spent preparing pitches and travelling the country presenting them to various clients. Having only just started in marketing, I was a little green behind the ears, so Kat decided it would be good experience for me to shadow her on her next presentation in London. It would mean staying the night in a hotel after pitching, all on expenses of course!
We travelled down in Kat's Mercedes, exchanging small talk and got on really well. I couldn't help staring at Kat's legs clad in jet black stockings which were being revealed more and more as her skirt rode up her thighs as she drove. The skirt was matched by a black business suit and white undershirt, all which I imagine were from the very expensive shelf in a branded shop somewhere! We arrived at the pitch destination and I watched a true professional in action. Kat had them eating from her hand, working the clients with her knowledge and at times down right flirtatious nature, all this was increasing the respect I had for her and I still couldn't take my eyes off those long silky clad legs. Kat eventually wrapped up the presentation and after saying our goodbyes we travelled to our hotel in the outskirts of London.
We checked in, the time being around 7pm and made our way to our rooms, whose doors faced opposite each other. Just as I was going into my room Kat asked if I fancied going down to the bar later for a drink or three, I agreed and went into my room for a shower. Whist in the shower I started to play with my cock, thinking about Kat and having her legs wrapped around me as I fucked her, wanking myself off at the thought of my boss taking my load. It didn't take me long to cum thinking about those legs, I think I had what is known as a fixation!
I re showered and got dressed into a pair of smart trousers and shirt and started to watch TV, after a while my mobile rang, it was Kat asking me to go to her room for a drink. I locked my room, knocked Kat's door and she shouted to me to come in as it was open. Kat offered me a drink from the mini bar and we both sat and talked through the day, with me saying how much I admired her handling of the clients. She smiled and told me that compliments were the way to a woman's heart. As we talked there was a muffled noise from the room next door which gradually got louder and louder until it was obvious that someone in the next room was getting it on. I was a little embarrased and suggested to go down to the bar, but Kat said she didn't want to miss the climax of the show and put her ear to the wall so she could hear better. She motioned to me to do the same, so naturally I did as my boss asked.
Whoever was next door was really going at it, high and low pitch grunting with lots of yes shouts thrown in for good measure. As the woman next door came loudly, Kat seemed pleased, turned on in fact, and told me that she now needed that drink whilst also telling me that she could do with a pint of whatever the couple next door were on. We made our way down to the bar and ordered the first of a few drinks. We sat on stools at the bar, Kat perched on the edge of her's, again wearing sheer black stockings. But this time with strappy high heels, and a japanese style figure hugging red dress with dragon/flower stitching on.
Kat told me the rule for the night now was no work talk, to which I agreed and we started small talk again. All of a sudden Kat brought up the couple in the next room to her's again and out of the blue asked me if I was turned on by listening to them. I couldn't lie and said yes, asking her the same question, to which she answered yes also. She then started to ask me about my sex life, what my preferences were, positions I liked, type of woman I went for. We were at the point of not drunk but tipsy enough for daring conversation to enter the fray, so I asked her if she had ever had an affair away from Peter. She told me she had had hundreds but also that Peter was well aware and had adventures of his own and that the overnighters were a banker for sex. So I asked if she wanted me to leave her and not cramp her style, she replied no and in return I asked if anyone in the bar caught her eye. Kat answered that there was a guy she liked the look of and asked if she would like her to describe him to me.