Business Expense

Company Expenses
Several months ago I was asked to set up a new project for my company, in Europe. It meant being away from home four or five nights every week, staying in wonderful hotels. It was only meant to last for three months, and the money that I was offered was out of this world.
The first couple of weeks were fantastic; eating in superb restaurants, living like a lady of leisure, and then the novelty wore off. One hotel began to resemble another, and I was becoming bored and lonely.
Everything changed one night in Brussels. I had just finished eating dinner, when our European IT Director, Marcus, entered the bistro. “Andrea? Hi! I thought it was you,” he greeted me, kissing me on both cheeks, then sat down, next to me. I’d been introduced to him, the previous week, and had been mesmerised by his pale blue eyes, and sportsman’s stature. One of my assistants had told me that he had a ‘reputation’ among the female staff, and may have fathered at least two of their babies.
Without stopping for breath, he called the young waitress over and ordered more coffee. When she stood next to him, his hand rested on her bottom, as she leaned forward, to take his order. This wasn’t unusual, as Marcus was a jolly, ‘feely-touchy’ type of person; nothing seemed to upset him and he was incredibly self-confident, not surprising, for a 50-year-old multi-millionaire.
“How are you enjoying yourself? Is the hotel looking after you?” He laughed as he winked at me. I told him that it had been great, but with being away so much, I was bored and couldn’t wait for my job to end, the following month. While we drank our coffee, Marcus cheered me up, with stories about his life; he had been a lifeguard in Spain, a market trader in London and even a ‘male model’ in Canada. Taking my hand, “I’m going for a swim, will you join me?” He asked.
“I haven’t got a swimming costume, with me,” I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head.
“I’ll buy you one. Come with me,” and the next that I knew, we were standing in the hotel shop, and he was holding a white bikini in front of me, “This looks like your size,” he grinned. “It might be, but it won’t cover very much!” I laughed, as I picked out a more modest one-piece suit. “No! I like this one,” he said as he walked past me, telling the assistant to charge it to the company account. Handing it to me, he told me, “I’ll meet you in the pool.” Then disappeared.
I looked at my reflection in the changing room mirror, “My God! It really doesn’t cover much!” I thought to myself. It did look very sexy. My 38DD breasts are still quite firm, but were nearly falling out of this bra, and the briefs were so low and small, they didn’t even cover all of my bushy pubes.
Self-conscious and embarrassed, I walked towards Marcus, who was the only person in the pool. He looked really good, as he leant against the side. His hair was thick and wavy, greying at the sides, and his muscular chest and stomach were covered in tight, curly hair, which was also grey. He waved his hand, beckoning me beside him. “I was right, you look magnificent. Your husband is a very lucky man, I will now feel guilty every time I send you away.”
I blushed as I slid into the cold water, which instantly made my nipples poke through the skimpy material. “Pleased to see me?” He laughed, as he raised his eyebrows. I grinned, as I swam away, doing a very basic breast- stroke. He quickly caught up, and chatted to me as we swam.
After five minutes I became tired, so we stopped. I held onto the pool- side, while Marcus chided me for being unfit, and tormented me by tickling my sides, and diving between my legs, tugging at my feet. I couldn’t remember the last time that I had laughed so much.
“Let’s go in the Jacuzzi,” he said, as he climbed out of the pool. He had already started the bubbles, when I approached. The smile on his face told me something was wrong; I looked down, my white bikini had become almost transparent! Not only could he see my pink nipples, but my pubes were also, clearly visible! I looked shocked, and pretended to cover myself with my hands. The effect I was having on him was exciting me.
“You don’t need to do that, you look beautiful,” he reassured me, as I sat beside him. His constant chatter and flirting combined with the warm bubbles made me relax, very quickly.
Marcus put his arm around my shoulder, and began whispering, how sexy and gorgeous I was, and how much he’d fancied me when he had first met me. Then he kissed and nibbled my ear, it felt wonderful as I closed my eyes, and drifted off to some hot beach in the Caribbean. One of his hands slowly stroked my left breast as the other slid over my stomach, then, inside the elastic of my pants.
I should have stopped him, but I hadn’t had sex for over a week, and he was making my love nest tingle like a honeymooner. Two of his fingers were now rolling around my nipple, while his other hand was tugging at my long pubes.
“Does that feel good?” he whispered, as his large middle finger eased my love lips apart, and poked inside my hole. I gasped, and nodded. Quickly he inserted a second finger, and pressed his palm against my clit. Just using his wrist, he built up a rhythm, fingering me and rubbing my clit. It felt so good I had to push my face into his shoulder, to stop myself screaming, when an orgasm tore through me.
Ken gently kissed me, when I opened my eyes. “Let’s go in the steam room,” he said, as he guided me up the steps. My legs were still shaking as we entered. Marcus whispered something to the young assistant, who grinned as he grabbed a couple of towels. “I’ve told him that I’ll give him €50, not to disturb us.” The boy winked, as he opened the door.
Obviously, it was incredibly hot, but that wasn’t going to stop him. Once inside we began kissing, all tongues and passion. He unclipped my bra, and dropped it to the floor. His tongue and hands ran over my nipples, making me groan so much; he began suckling my little rosebuds. While he was doing this I was pulling his trunks over his hard-on, which was difficult, as it was so big.
We were now sweating heavily, which made the scene even sexier.
“Suck me!” He whispered into my ear. He made himself comfortable on the bench, as I knelt in front of him. His cock was magnificent: much longer and thicker than my husbands, with a huge pair of hairy balls hanging below. I pulled the foreskin back, and took the knob into my mouth and sucked and licked the tip; forcing my tongue into the tiny hole (I know that this drives men crazy), he was moaning and groaning as I gently twisted my hands around the shaft. I continued doing this for a couple of minutes, then stopped, and kissed the tip, “Let’s make love” he whispered, as he stroked hair.
I slid my pants off, as I stood up. Revelling in my nakedness, I lay down on our towels and spread my legs for him. He knelt between them and ran his knob up and down my slit; “I don’t want to make love.” I purred, “I want you to fuck me!