I went to the work meeting expecting nothing more than statistics and strategy.

We started the meeting with the team having a sherry to relax before we moved into statistics, reports and everyone around the table giving their reports on work and progress.

Once the meeting was done a couple of us stayed behind and had a few drinks to celebrate the performance over the last while and generally just unwind. One drink became a couple and when my husband sent me a message that he would look after everything, I made the decision to use the time to relax and just have some fun in that moment.

I felt a little guilty at one point about being there alone and when I wanted to leave and the next round got delivered, along with the message to relax and enjoy myself I made the decision to unwind.

As we sat and people at our table started to leave, I sent hubby a picture of someone that keeps smiling at me, at hubby’s advive I smiled back and continued with my drink. I made a trip to the bathroom, and as I passed, the gentleman (lets call him Mike) he smiled at me, and something in me brought out a shy smile.

I came out of the bathroom and Mike was walking past me, smiling again, and complimenting my dress. I thanked him and returned his compliment with the outfit he was wearing. I got back to our table and was informed that everyone was finishing up and would be leaving. I told them that I was going to finish my drink and then I would be on my way.

As everyone left I ordered another drink and sat looking out at the golf course, enjoying the relaxing environment. I felt someone coming up to me and it was Mike asking if he might join me. In his words “There is something wrong about a beautiful woman sitting alone.” I let out a giggle and motioned for him to join me.

We chatted for a while, general conversation about work, friends, relationships and so on. It didn’t seem to bother Mike that I was married, in fact, it seemed to fuel the conversation fire.

As the drinks flowed the conversation became more sexual and eventually migrated to types of underwear woman wear. I felt brave in the moment and mentioned that I go commando majority of the time, Mike joking that he would have to take my word for it… I gently put my hand on his thigh and told him that if he is brave enough he could follow me to the bathroom where he could find his own proof…

I stood up and walked to the handicap bathroom, only to hear a feint knock on the door a few seconds later. As I opened the door Mike grabbed me around the waist and gave me a kiss filled with so much hunger and lust that I got so wet in that moment. He looked me in the eyes and told me that it was time to test whether I was telling the truth. His hand slipping up my thigh, past my leggings, my pussy so wet that he could feel my wetness on my leg already. He rubbed his hand over my wet pussy, and as he moved his hand back he slipped one finger into me, pulling it out, licking his finger off and smiling.

There was a hunger in the moment, a rush in having to feel each other. Mike pulled up my skirt, ripped down my leggings, and loosened his pants, pulling them down, freeing such a nicely thick cock that I let out a little moan just seeing it.

He turned me around and before I could even find my footing, he had his cock in me. It felt so amazing as he stretched and fucked me I had to bite my own hand to keep from screaming and moaning in pleasure.

My legs felt like jelly as he pumped into me like an animal. There was no love, no romance. This was fucking in its best sense. After some time he told me that he was going to cum and I begged him to do it inside me. I wanted to feel that cock swell up inside me as he was getting ready to cum and it was amazing.

As he filled me up he grabbed my tits, squeezing them with every shot he unleashed inside me. He let out a silent grunt and giggle before pulling up his pants and leaving the bathroom.

I straightened myself out, pulled my leggings up, dress down and made sure I looked respectable.

As I left the bathroom I didn’t see Mike anywhere. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway, my only thought was to get home, fuck my husband and tell him about the magic that just happened.

Lets hope the next meeting ends in just as much excitement.