Working away

I ADORE my job, I’m good at it, the pay is good and I get a very sexy car! The down side is that we have regular trips to see clients and, when they are in the UK it means we have a few days away but, when they are in Europe, we can be away for over two weeks at a time. Such a trip has just finished but I managed to have a little ‘bonus’ of the sexy kind this time.


We’d been away for about a week when we landed in Hamburg and despite the fact that we were barely halfway into the trip, my frustration levels were peaking. We were being entertained by some very good clients at the Hotel Atlantic Kempinski and after a delightful meal in the courtyard, the alcohol was flowing freely. Now, I’m only a little person, very skinny and not really a drinker so it didn’t take too long before the booze was having a detrimental effect. I don’t know about you but with me, booze tends to accelerate whatever emotion is running highest at the time. If I’m happy, I become giddy. If I’m down, I become very emotional but if I’m missing my girlfriend, horny and frustrated, watch out!


I’d noticed a very cute waiter earlier in the evening at dinner and he seemed to flashed me many smiles during the night and now, after the restaurant was closed, he was working the bar with two other waiters. His name was Wilheim, spoke impeccable English and had a smile to die for! He was tall, and yes I know, at 5 foot 1, everyone is tall to me but he was at least 6 foot 2, blonde hair and green eyes. I wanted to eat him up when I was sober so with two thirds of a bottle of wine, he was in serious danger!


My drunken mind was playing out a million scenarios and I struggled to keep up a pretence of being sober to my colleagues but eventually, one by one, they drifted to their beds, leaving me alone with Will (His preference of name).


I turned up the giggles and stumbled a little, just enough for him to catch me as I walked past him.


“Are you OK, Freulein?” he asked softly as he positioned me into a wobbly standing position.


“I think I’m….” I hiccupped loudly, “I think I’m a little drunk on your delicious German wine! And my name is Rachael! Freulein sounds too formal!” My slurring was a little acted but I’d said enough.


“OK Freul……. Miss Rachael, would you like me to escort you to your room?”


I smiled the broad grin of a Brit that had drunk too much, linked his arm and whispered, “I think that’s an excellent idea, thank you!”


For the record here, drunken plans are awesome but only if you’re drunk! The sober ones around you can usually see through them in a heartbeat and are usually a good few steps ahead. Unfortunately, the drunk one doesn’t see that.


The lift doors closed and instead of linking arms with Will, I put my arm around his waist and looked up into his eyes. He put his arm around my shoulder so I immediately turned towards him and went onto tip-toes. He responded and our lips met with the gentlest of kisses and he pulled back, “Freulein, I can get into a lot of trouble for this! We are not allowed to mix this way with the guests!”


I nodded sagely, “It’s OK! But I still need help to my room!” I was convinced that in just a few short minutes I’d be sampling some fine German sausage and I felt myself getting damp at the thought.


We reached the room and I pulled out my key card. Naturally, and without any acting, I missed the slot three times before Will asked if he could help. He took the card, opened the door and we both stepped into the room. I deftly kicked the door closed and pulled my handsome German to face me. This time he didn’t hold back on the kiss and I was instantly light headed as I stroked his back and felt his steel hard bum, wow! Our tongues fought for several minutes before he broke away, panting and searching for the right words.


“Rachael, I cannot do this now!”


I almost whined, “But whyyyyyy?” I reached for his smooth black trousers and gasped as I felt the girth of his, very hard dick, “Oh fuck that feels nice! Why can’t we? I so need this!”


He gently removed my hand, “Firstly, my boss will kill me if I don’t return immediately and secondly…” He paused as if needing to be meticulous in his words, “Secondly, I know you are here for two nights and tomorrow, I finish at twenty hundred hours and maybe, if you want, we could meet when we are both……..less drunk?” He grimaced, not knowing how I would react to the last remark.


I laughed, very hard as I conceded, “That would be nice! And less drunk would definitely be better!” I quickly added, “I don’t usually drink, honestly!”


Will looked visibly relieved and very happy and he pulled me close for another kiss. I couldn’t resist another feel of his cock and I groaned as I followed the lines of the bulge, confirming it was a lovely, fat dick and I guessed between 6 and 7 inches (I was right haha). His hands caressed my bum, so gently and this time it was me who had to break the kiss. He looked surprised but I made it clear, “Look, if you don’t go now, I may never let you go!”


Will grinned and flashed me those perfect teeth again as we said our goodbyes and as he left the room, I giggled and danced a drunken dance. Tomorrow, I was getting laid!


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As soon as Will had left the room, I stripped naked, lay under the covers and my fingers gravitated, immediately, to my very wet pussy.