Before relating the details of my Chicago business trip, let me tell you a little about me. My name is Beverly Jones. A few of my friends call me BJ. I am a tall woman, 5’10”. My legs are firm, long, and sexy, and so is my curvy 38-26-38 figure. I am in my mid-fifties and can still turn a fair share of heads.
As a businesswoman in a man’s world, I know that sex sells, so I try to showcase my best assets by wearing short skirts or dresses with tight, low-cut tops. My clothes are classy and appropriate for business but are also revealing enough to capture a man’s imagination.
I am a single woman. I have no man to answer to, but I have needs, sex being one of them, and I often find it, or it finds me, on business trips.
Working for a large company in Silicon Valley, California, I am often sent to set up conferences for potential customers in different parts of the country. These meetings are usually held in hotel conference rooms. We have between twenty and forty people attending.
On this occasion, I was working on a two-day conference, introducing my company with the services we provide to a group of existing and potential customers from the Chicago area. In addition to my presentation, I brought along members of various departments to discuss the intimate details of our products.
My schedule included a Meet and Greet on Thursday afternoon, and we scheduled a cocktail party after the conference on Friday.
As with most conferences, the attendees are predominately male. This group was all male, predominately black middle-aged men. And I noticed there were a lot of eyes on me in that group. As I was saying, sex sells.
Of all the men in the room, a tall, handsome black man with a killer body and radiant presence caught my attention above the rest. He was the most handsome man in the room, and the tallest. He stood at 6’ 6”, perhaps more. Dark-skinned, with a lady-killer smile, exuding with confidence, and impeccably dressed. His slacks framed his muscular thighs and ass. Most black men have sexy asses and this one I would rate a 10+.
His name was Thomas J. His initials were TJ, and mine were BJ. It was a sign to me. Maybe we were meant to meet.
His body gave the impression of an athlete, like a football player. Any woman laying her eyes on him would feel an instant attraction. I wasn’t an exception. I was deeply attracted to his stature, confidence, and how he undressed me with his eyes each time he smiled at me.
Since I was there on company business, I tried to keep my growing attraction for this man in check, but it wasn’t working too well. His eyes were on me constantly. I even stuttered a few times over the mic from being distracted by his smile when he noticed my eyes wandering toward him. I’ll admit that I enjoyed his flirting and did nothing to discourage him.
At the Meet and Greet, Thomas seemed to be a part of whatever group I was socializing with. While we were chatting, he would casually touch my hand or arm. It appeared innocent enough, but as a woman with a crush on this guy, I was excited by it nonetheless.
Later, as I was socializing with some of the other business attendees, Thomas squeezed through the crowd while carrying drinks and brushed against me. I swear I felt his cock brush against my ass through our clothes.
“Oops, please excuse me,” he said with a wink, silently indicating the contact was not entirely an accident.
“No problem, feel free to bump into me anytime,” I giggled and silently cursed myself for how corny that sounded.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” he said, then gave me another wink and smile, taking my corny comment seriously.
A short time later, I left the party to use the hotel restroom, the trendy unisex style, each stall completely private with a sink, mirror, and stylish commode. I picked the nearest stall. Hiking the short hem of my dress, I pulled my panties down and sat on the commode to pee.
I was wiping when I heard the restroom door open, followed by footsteps that stopped in front of my stall. A light knock on my stall door soon followed.
“Sorry, it’s occupied,” I called through the door.
“Bev, it’s Thomas.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing! He must have followed me from the party. “What are you doing here, Thomas?” I asked through the locked door.
“We’ve been flirting with each other all day, and I caught you checking out my junk a few times. Let me in. We can chat privately. Maybe I’ll show you what you’ve been wondering about. I promise you won’t be disappointed.”
“You can’t be serious,” I said. “Can you?”
“Unlatch the door, baby, and I will show you how serious I am,” came his tempting reply.
Hesitating for a brief moment, I thought about the likely outcome of obeying his request, and I felt my pussy twitch as a result. I felt my heart rate increase when I reached for the latch on the door and turned it. As soon as I did, Thomas boldly stepped in, closing and relatching the door behind him.
Here I was, sitting on the commode with my panties down around my ankles, with this large black me standing right in front of me, looking down to see me staring at the huge bulge behind his zipper and extending down his left pant leg.
When I looked up at him, he smiled down at me. His teeth sparkled. Suddenly, the sound of the restroom door opened, and somebody walked in and used one of the stalls. I started thinking that being in the bathroom stall with him might not be a good idea.
I was going to say something, but Thomas put his finger to his lips, reminding me that someone else was in the stall next to ours. Then he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, letting them drop to the floor. Then my eyes widened with awe when he pulled his boxers down around his knees and freed his cock.
I put my hand over my mouth to muffle my gasp. I wanted to say something but feared the other restroom occupant might hear.
I could not help but stare at his cock. It hung limp between his thick muscular legs. His cock was huge, uncircumcised, with bulging veins running the length of his black shaft. His large balls hung low behind his thick cock.
Making the first move, he took my hand and placed it on his cock. I offered no resistance. Curling his hand over mine, he squeezed my fingers around his thick shaft and guided my strokes up and down his cock. I felt it grow. He brought my hand closer to the tip and squeezed my hand around his hard dick to pull back the foreskin. His bulbous cockhead came into view.
It looked delicious! I wanted to lick it. As my excitement grew, without additional encouragement, I used my other hand to heft his heavy scrotum and roll his large nuggets between my fingers. His sac was heavy, and I licked my lips to imagine how much cum he had stored in his nuts. But I had a good idea that I would soon find out.
I have always considered SEMEN to be a sexual delicacy, to be savored and digested. Being a cum-loving connoisseur, I like it hot and tasty and to linger in my mouth and throat long after I swallow.
I thought about the unplanned and strange circumstances I got myself into. I was sitting on the commode in a restroom stall, stroking a near-strangers cock with one hand while massaging those big balls with my other hand. The reality of another occupant in the restroom made me a bit nervous, but it also felt exciting.
Not wasting a moment, Thomas placed his hand behind my head and pulled me to him. As my lips neared the head, I stuck out my tongue to catch the precum that strung from his meatus and savored the sweet taste.
The moment his cock touched my lips, I opened wide, pulled the foreskin back, and took it deep inside my mouth. I closed my eyes and felt its strong pulse that demanded my worship. I felt myself falling into that fiery pit of hungry lust that always occurs when I have a hard, delicious cock in my mouth, and I sucked harder.
The low clicking sounds above me caught my attention. I looked up to see Thomas taking pictures with his cell phone of me sucking his cock. I should have protested, but I was too deep in lust to want to stop.
As he continued to pull my head towards him, I further widened my mouth to take more. I took him down my throat a few times, but I gagged and choked on it each time because it was so big. I was pretty sure that the person in the other stall heard what was going on, but didn’t speak a word and quickly left after the sound of the commode flushing.
We were alone again, and free to talk. At least he was, and in a lowered voice, he said, “You like sucking cock, don’t you? Are you glad I came in here and called your bluff?”
My mouth was filled with his cock, so I nodded my head in the affirmative. Then he turned me on even more with his seductive words.
“Beverly, please look up at me, while you suck my cock. I want to see your big, beautiful eyes sparkle when I watch my cock disappear between your hot, luscious lips. I want you to see the pleasure you give to me written on my face,” he said, taking command of this encounter.
I did as Thomas asked, but what I observed was more of a mastery grin rather than a face of sexual pleasure. It did not matter. Enjoying his cock seemed to be the only thing that mattered.
Continuing to exert his dominance, Thomas pulled my head back and asked me to give his balls some extra love. His cock left my mouth, giving my jaws a moment to relax. I held his cock up as I lowered my head and brushed my lips gently across his scrotum, and I backtracked with my tongue. He encouraged me to suck his nuts, and I did, one at a time.
“Oh, yeah, Bev, that feels fantastic! Suck my balls, baby! I love that fucking mouth of yours!” He loudly stated.
After I finished sucking his balls, I returned to sucking his cock. His cock and balls were saturated with my saliva. Not a part of his hot, tasty sex did I miss, except for his cum. I was determined to collect my reward and bring this to a close.
He started talking seductively once again while I sucked his cock, but this time a bit trashier. He called me a cock-loving slut and continued to compliment me on what a fantastic cocksucker I was.
“You must get a lot of practice. Your kind of talent doesn’t come without practice. You got my balls sizzling, honey. And you got a big load coming,” he promised.
Finally, I knew he was getting close, and I was getting ready to drink his cum, but he suddenly pulled his cock from my mouth. What!?
He helped me to stand. Then he turned me to face the sink and mirror at the back of the stall. After all that talk, I guess a blowjob wasn’t enough for Thomas. He wanted to fuck me, and I must admit, I was hot to feel him inside me.
I allowed him to bend me over the sink. I placed my hands on the counter to brace myself. Facing the mirror, I was able to watch this marvelous black man standing behind me, preparing to fuck me doggie style. I am a sensual Pisces, and my favorite position is missionary, but not so easily attainable in a bathroom stall.
Thomas slipped my dress up over my hips, bringing my ass and pussy to his view. My panties, still bunched around my ankles, were now mopping the floor. I waited as he ran his hands all over my ass, even slapping it. He started rubbing his cock up and down my sopping slit and told me that my cunt was the wettest he had ever seen.
After working the head of his cock through my introitus, he asked me if I was ready to be fucked. Before I could respond, he began sinking his member into the tight confines of my hot, juicy cunt, in one agonizingly slow penetration. It was long enough to reach my cervix and thick enough to stretch me tight. And it felt so good!
“Fuck! Ohhh—fuck!” I cried out when he started to fuck me. I didn’t realize how loud I was moaning until I realized where I was. I had to tighten my lips, reminding myself to quell any further sounds of pleasure.
My cunt felt like a sausage skin being filled with hot meat. As soon as I got used to the incredible endowment, I told Thomas to fuck me harder. He answered my desire by fucking me hard and deep. It was all I could do not to moan and scream with pleasure running hot through my veins, fearing I might alert anyone close to the restroom door.
With his hips slapping my ass, his grip on my hips, and his cock poking my cervix, it felt like he owned me. The feeling brought an immediate orgasm running through me. I felt racked with pleasure as my body trembled. With his cock deeply planted inside me, it was the orgasmic convulsions running through my cunt that caused Thomas to pump his hot sperm deep inside me.
“Oh, baby, that’s it! Hold that ass up there! I’m emptying my balls into your tight cunt right now. Can you feel me, baby?”
“Yes, yes, oh, fill me up, baby!” I screamed, not caring if anyone near the restroom door could hear me now.
There are so many ways to tell how it felt when he pulled my hips tight against him and pumped his hot seed into my wanton cunt. I could feel his cock throb as he pumped spurt after spurt after spurt of cum deep into me. I felt closely connected to him as he pumped his cum inside me. After all, I am a woman, and I can’t help but get a little bit emotional at the peak of a dual climax.
He kept his cock fully planted during our afterglow. He leaned forward, rested one hand on the sink, moved my hair aside with his other hand, and kissed the nape of my neck. Still facing the mirror, I could see the smile on his face as he whispered against my ear.
“Now that is what I call a proper Meet and Greet,” he said with a slight laugh and slowly withdrew his cock. “I got a big black cock, and you have a tight white pussy. There is no better combination. Don’t you agree?”
“I cannot deny something so obvious,” I replied.
He made me hand him my cell phone and he took a picture of his cock for me to look at later. He already had plenty of incriminating photos of me.
“What’s your room number, Bev? I’ll come by when the party is over and fuck you properly,” Thomas said. “Come on, I know you want it,” he teased as I hesitated, but only briefly.
“Okay. 1421,” I softly replied.
“Let’s call it a date,” he laughed. “I’ll see you around 7:00. That should give me plenty of time to recharge. It’s going to be a memorable night for the both of us.”
Finally finished with me, he pulled up his shorts and pants, unlatched and opened the stall door, and left the restroom. I stayed behind to collect my thoughts and reflect on what had just happened and more importantly, what was yet to come.
I straightened my clothes, brushed my hair, and reapplied my makeup. Then, I left the restroom and returned to the party. I checked my watch and realized I had been gone for almost a half-hour. The remainder of the party was a blur for me. Thomas remained at the party, keeping track of me from a distance. And as the party began to thin out, Thomas was the last to leave.
“I’ll see you soon,” he said with a wink.
As I left the party room, I got a sudden reminder of my restroom activity as the bulk of Thomas’s semen suddenly drained out of me, soaking my panties. On my way up to the 14th floor, his semen started running down my inner thighs. When I finally returned to my room to take them off, I was amazed at the amount of his cum that I still had inside me.
I showered and worked on my hair and makeup while I waited anxiously on pins and needles for Thomas to knock on my hotel room door.
More coming…
