Andy Stringer sat in the Beaumont Room at the Worsted Viper Hotel in Purplemere wearing his name badge bearing the name Andrew J Stringer.
He was there for a seminar on Health and Safety in the workplace and he was dreading it.
Not that he wasn’t interested in the subject, it was after all his career and he had been doing it for more than twenty years.
It was partly because he had attended seminars on the subject many times before, but mainly he was dreading it because of the trainer, Clare Crossley, who was so gorgeous he was always distracted from the presentation and into sexual fantasies.
He had known her for several years and for a lot of those years he did little more than give her an appraising look that was until he came upon her by accident as she was reattaching a suspender to her black stocking, it was only a glimpse, a split second, but after that when he saw her he could think of nothing else.
It was a glorious summer day outside and the sun streamed into the room and bathed Clare in sunlight which was the beginning of the erotic moving pictures in his head.
The sun shone on her white silk blouse and highlighted her bra beneath but in AJ’s mind’s eye there was no bra only her faultless naked breasts.
He watched as she worked the room strutting on four-inch heels and black stockings and suspenders which he had no need to imagine.
All the while the floor show was going on she carried on chatting away in a professional manner and then his mind went into overdrive.
Clare closed the blind that was illuminating her blouse and clearly delighted with the effect she had achieved, walked towards the desk and quite deliberately caught the vent on her skirt on the edge of the desk and rather than show a glimpse of her stocking top it pulled the whole the whole skirt from her waist.
She moved around in front of the desk in her perfectly choreographed moves and looked at him, and the silk blouse wafted open as she lay down on the desk.
She was working very hard to seduce him and looked straight into his eyes as her long manicured fingers entered her black lace panties.
His cock throbbed as he watched as she fingered herself inside the lace and she began to moan.
He stood up once she brought herself to climax and walked towards the table.
Clare’s hand was still inside her pants as he reached under her arse and pulled her knickers off her buttocks but as he lifted her legs up to pull them off her ankles, she removed her fingers from her crease and smiled wickedly as she held them to her nose.
With her knickers in hand he pushed her legs back and opened her wide and wiped every drop of juice from her pussy and threw the soiled panties on her face and by the time he had his cock out of his trousers her minge was wet again as he glided into her.
“AJ!!” Clare shouted “AJ!!”
“Wh…what!!!” he exclaimed
“It’s all over” She said “Everyone else has gone”
“Oh sorry” he said “My mind was elsewhere”
“I can see that” Clare said indicating the bulge in his trousers with her eyes.
“I think it’s obvious where your attention has been”
“Well….erm” he stammered and put his hands in his lap
“I think you need to come with me up to my room so I can recap the salient points for you” she said and smiled the wicked smile he’d seen in his lusty day dream.
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