The Memoirs of a Cum-Slut Pt. 05

As the 1980's drew towards a close, my career progressed well with a promotion to Regional Sales Director, and my social life calmed down a little. Pressures of work meant that I no longer went out on the town every night, but still regularly had a blow-out at the weekend.

Our company had progressed from selling stand-alone units of office equipment to providing a full telecommunications solution to our clients, which resulted in the contracts becoming bigger and more complex. All public bodies like councils and health authorities required tenders for the work, which meant that there was little opportunity to use my 'feminine charms' to win the business, but luckily I was focussed on the private sector.

Large businesses requiring the replacement of their telephone switch would frequently attend the trade shows at various locations around the country, so it was crucial that I attended these shows as well.

I became quite good at spotting the guys who were at the show to buy rather than just enjoy a day out of the office, and it was rare that my invitation to dinner would be declined. A little flirting on the stand, then wearing quite daring outfits for the meal certainly kept their attention and won a number of orders.

This brings me to the events at the Birmingham Telcom '90 show held at the NEC in March of that year. I had spoken with a smartly-dressed middle-aged guy about the latest equipment we had available and he explained his requirement to replace the switches in five factories in the Midlands region. When I invited him to dinner he jumped at the chance, and it turned out that he was staying at the same hotel as me.

At 7pm we met in the hotel lobby and made our way to the restaurant where we were shown to our table. Two of my colleagues were already sat at another table, and one of them winked at me as he caught my eye. He was aware of the potential size of the sale I was working on, and all of our bonuses would be boosted if I could close the deal.

The meal was very nice, and my guest, Peter, was a perfect gentleman, although I caught him eyeing my boobs on a couple of occasions when he didn't think that I was looking. As we drank through the bottle of wine he relaxed more and started making a few suggestive remarks. I just giggled as he told a smutty joke and he became more certain that his luck was in tonight.

After a coffee I settled the bill and we left the table, heading towards the lift. I was about to suggest that we could share a nightcap from the minibar in my room but he beat me to it. I replied that I had better have an early night to be up bright and early for the second day of the show, but my lack of conviction was evident as he guided me from the elevator on the second floor.

With his arm around my waist, we walked to his room and seconds later the door was closing behind us. I sat on the double bed as he took two miniatures of whisky from the minibar. He poured mine into a glass and handed it ataşehir escort bayan to me, then sat next to me on the bed. His arm was back around my waist, pulling me towards him as he leaned in to kiss me.

I swallowed my whisky in one gulp, dropped the glass onto the carpet and turned to give Peter my full attention. His right hand was fondling my left breast as we kissed, and my nipple stiffened in response to his attention. By now we were lying back on the bed and he was unbuttoning my blouse. I reached down and felt his hard-on through his trousers, eliciting a moan from him as I squeezed it.

Peter removed my blouse and was working on my bra as I set to work on his belt