The following is all fantasy (including names), fired by the spark of a thought that went through my brain.

At a work-related conference, it was an early start, numerous boring talks and by 2pm it was really starting to drag. I welcomed the afternoon coffee break with open arms and went in search of a caffeine fix. As I did, I noticed a colleague of mine, Jane, who had arrived earlier, sitting on a sofa in the communal area. She was blonde, with high cheeks bones, blue eyes, fabulous looking boobs (I guessed a D cup), really quite stunning, married and four months pregnant (she was just beginning to show). She looked tired.

“Hi Jane, are you ok?” I asked.

“Yes, just having a wave of tiredness come over me. I would go for a snooze but my room isn’t ready yet.”

“Well look. I’m checked in. There is a second bed in my room so why don’t you borrow that for as long as you need. We still have a couple of hours left of today so I won’t be back for a while yet.”

“Are you sure?” she asked with gratitude in her eyes.

“Absolutely, wait there while I get you a key.”

I went to the reception desk, got a second key and handed it to Jane. “Room 405. Use it for as long as you need. If I need to come back, I’ll knock first and wait until you answer the door.”

Several hours later and the conference had closed for the day. I was desperate to go to the gym for a bit and blow away the cobwebs and headed back to my room. As I walked down the corridor, I saw Jane coming towards me.

“How are you feeling?” I asked. “You look much refreshed.”

“Oh yes,” she replied. “Thanks so much for letting me crash! I’m off to check in so might see you later at dinner.” She handed me my key and walked off.

Another hour or so later, I had been to the gym and was getting out the shower. I’d used the time to do some manscaping and I felt refreshed, clean with a smooth cock and balls. I walked out the bathroom in to my room, still a bit wet from the shower but enjoying the feeling of the cooler air on my body. There was a knock at the door.

“Just a second,” I said loudly, grabbed my towel and wrapped it round me. I stuck my head round the door and there was Jane (looking lovely it must be said). “Hi,” I just about managed to say.

“Hi yourself,” she replied. “I checked in and I’m just across the corridor. I just wanted to say thanks again for earlier.”

“Er… sure. Come on in.” I opened the door and she walked past me as I stood there in just a towel, brushing next to me ever so slightly (must have been by accident I thought to myself). “Back in a sec,” I said, and grabbed a pair of shorts and t-shirt that were to hand and dived back into the bathroom.

Feeling slightly less flustered I walked out, now suitably covered, and then noticed that Jill was wearing a summer type dress, no shoes on her feet and, I was pretty sure, no bra underneath which made her boobs look even more tempting!

“I wanted to say a proper thank you,” she replied as she gently pushed me backwards so I was sitting on the edge of my bed. In one movement that I just went with, she slipped my t-shirt over my head, and lowered herself to her knees holding my gaze the entire time.

I didn’t know what to do. I was powerless to resist and raised my hips obediently for her to slip my shorts off, leaving me naked, leaning back on my hands (which, by happy coincidence, pulled my upper body taut and showed off the lean muscle I had retained despite approaching a milestone age). My cock rose as she ran her fingernails down my chest, over my belly button and further down, raising them up just as they lightly scrapped the base of my cock.

“But Jane you’re married!” I said. “I’ve met Scott; he’s a nice guy.”

She looked up at me over my rapidly hardening cock, mischievousness glinting in her eyes. “Mmmmm, I have a level of freedom,“ she replied. And with that she ran her tongue up the underside of my cock from balls to tip, swirled it round the head of my cock and took me into her mouth. I went to heaven as she slid my cock down her throat.

She lifted her mouth off my cock. “Hand me a pillow,” she (almost) demanded. As I did she pulled her dress over her shoulders (I was right, my brain told me, she wasn’t wearing a bra), slipped her knickers over her hips, down her shapely legs, and stepped out of them. She stood there briefly in all her naked glory looking simply devine. The landing strip of pubic hair leading down towards her clit completed the vision.

Jane went back to my rock-hard cock. She was delectable. Swirling her tongue clockwise around the head of my cock; sliding down over my cock until her lips met the tops of my balls; holding the pressure as she withdrew her mouth; swirling her tongue anticlockwise around the head of my cock; sliding me back down her throat; then repeating, slowly, surely and oh so deliberately.

All the time she matched the movement of her mouth with a hand, sliding up and down my cock using the wetness as lubrication. Occasionally, she would remove her hands to massage her boobs and tweak her nipples while her mouth remained at one with my cock.

I stayed there, not moving, body taut, the heat rising, not believing this was happening but knowing it was real all the same….

I could feel the tension building in me! I looked down and could see that Jane had a hand on her pussy, alternately teasing her clit and slipping a finger inside herself. She moaned as one finger become two, before moving back to her clit.

“Jane, I think I’m going to cum soon!” I said breathlessly.

Jane continued working her magic on me and her own state of arousal as she moaned more causing me to feel the vibration through my cock.  

“Give me your fingers,” I commanded with more confidence than I felt. I needn’t have worried. Jane reached up with her glistening fingers and I took them one by one in my mouth and sucked them clean, luxuriating in the taste of her (focussing on this also took my mind off my impending orgasm but that didn’t last long!).

As I watched Jane slide her mouth over my cock once more, and her slide hand to her clit I felt that unending urge build! ‘Oh I do not want this to end!’ I thought to myself but I knew it had to; I no longer hand control over my body.

“Jane, I’m going to cum!” I threw my head backwards, every muscle in my body taut and strained!

With that, I felt Jane’s hand move from my cock but her mouth remain over it. I looked down at this vision as one hand went up behind her head, pilling her hair on the back of her head and thrusting her boobs forward. The other hand went to her clit!

“Ahhhhh,” I said out loud as I felt my cock give a first, and then second, pre-com twitch. Jane pulled her mouth off my cock, straightened her back, giving me an almost, insistent, demanding thrust of her boobs. My cock twitched violently a third time. I gripped the base and the first, second, third and fourth steams of cum launched from my cock, landing with unerring accuracy on Jane's boobs. At the same time, Jane came from her fingers on her clit and groaned in ecstasy, and again each time a stream of my cum hit her boobs.

As we calmed down, Jane took me in her mouth again, making me twitch and sending more cum in to her mouth, and licked me clean…….

“Would you like a shower?” I asked with the distinct feeling that my voice wasn’t really my own.

“Oh no,” she replied. “I want Scott to find this dress as it is in my bag in a few days.” She slipped her dress over her cum covered boobs.

“What about Scott?” I asked slightly concerned about the fallout of all this.

“Oh, I’ll tell him all about it in great detail and with greater delight,” Jane replied with a wicked grin. “He can then tell me about the pussy juice he probably got all over his chin while I’ve been away.”

As Jane walked towards my room door, I sat there on my bed, distinctly punch-drunk by what had just happened. She opened the door, paused, and looked back at me. In a soft, sincere voice, she simply said, “Thank you for a kindness.”