The time with a Latina co-worker

A few months after cheating on my wife for the first time, I found myself leaving for a business trip. Every year the parent company I work for holds a conference where all of the Financial Advisors are gathered to be given an update of the company and to convey the higher-ups' vision of how they'd like to grow the company over the next year, five years, and beyond. They also use it as a team building event as well as using it as a way to "show their appreciation" by paying for the majority of the expenses. By the time this rolled around, Stacy and I had rekindled our sex-life and were fucking 3-4 times a week, which I had honestly become accustomed to and I wasn't necessarily looking forward to using my hand on myself for the next couple of days. There wasn't much I could do about it though and said my goodbye to Stacy on an early Wednesday morning to head to the airport to catch my flight.

The trip to my destination was uneventful with the flight, the drive to the hotel, and the check-in all going without any hiccups. As I began to unpack, I sent Stacy a text to let her know I arrived safely and to give her a general idea of my itinerary for the next couple of days; a meet and greet cocktail hour tonight, meetings, team building activities, lunches, and dinners tomorrow, then a late morning flight home the following day. I had a couple of hours before I needed to get over to the welcoming cocktail hour so I decided to rest for a bit before freshening up in the shower then making my way down.

I must have dozed off for a bit because I found I was startled awake by the chime of my phone alerting me to a text. Grabbing it, I glance and see that it's from Stacy and was pleasantly surprised by what I saw when I opened the message. Stacy had sent a simple note saying "Missing you already. Can't wait for you to get home." and had taken a picture of herself and sent it to me. She was kneeling on our bed and completely nude except for a pair of panties that she hadn't quite managed to peel fully down her legs yet. Her left hand was obscuring her most intimate parts, but I could see enough to tell that she had started to sink the tips of her fingers inside herself.

Unfortunately I must have slept longer than I had wanted to with the time on my phone letting me know I had to be down to the meet and greet in forty-five minutes and I still had to shower and change. I typed a quick response saying "You're killing me!" and got a simple smiling, winking emoji in return before I stepped into the shower.

My erection was no longer sticking straight out by the time I stepped out of the shower and I was mostly settled down by the time I fixed my hair and got dressed into a business casual attire, but the image of my nude wife was still in the back of my mind and as I rode the elevator down to the lobby, I knew I'd need a release tonight before I'd be able to get to sleep.

The conference room the company reserved already had a good amount of people gathered by the time I arrived, but it wasn't as full as it would be in another half hour as more and more people filtered in. It didn't take me long to spot a few acquaintances and a small circle of a few of us formed around a table as we exchanged some of our more humorous work stories while sipping on drinks and snacking on hors d'oeuvres that were being brought around. After a bit, I excused myself to mingle with some of the other employees I've met over the years and make sure I made myself seen by some of the more senior staff but I didn't even complete one lap around the room before my attention was drawn to a woman I used to work with, Eve Hernandez.

Eve and I worked at the same office for three or four years before a promotion to a middle management position saw her transferred to an office just outside of Philly so I hadn't seen her for almost two years. A thick, curvy, spicy, cougar of Hispanic ancestry, Eve was in her early forties, with long, dark, wavy hair that cascades below her shoulder blades, brown, almond shaped eyes, a sultry smile, huge tits that are always straining against her tops, an hourglass shaped body, and a thick curvy ass that begs to be squeezed and fondled. Eve was always very flirty and touchy with anyone she interacted with and would freely talk about her dating life, which often included some of the more intimate details. Being the type of person I am, I was easily persuaded to share details about my sex life with her and over time we actually developed a private series of code words, phrases, or actions that we would use to let the other know of our exploits from the night before if we were in the company of others. For example, if Eve ever made a show of rubbing her left upper arm with her right hand, I knew she had gotten fucked the night before and was dying to give me the details. But for as much as we talked about sex, we never crossed that line with each other, though I admit I fantasized about it plenty of times.

On this night she was wearing a strapless, red dress that flaunted all her curves and barely reached her thighs with a pair of strappy, three-inch heels. She looked good and was attracting the glances of quite a few men in the place, as well as those from a few women.

I made my way over to where she was standing, where she was talking to a man and woman I had never met before. My approach was not in her line of sight so once I was near enough, I placed a hand in her shoulder blade before apologizing for the interruption and conveying that I just wanted to say hi.

Turning to see who it was, Eve squealed in delight in seeing me. "Oh my God, Dave! It's so good to see you!" she exclaimed before pulling me into a tight embrace, her soft tits pressing into my chest. Then relaxing her grip, she turned to her two companions and made introductions. "Sean, Heather, this is Dave. We used to work together at my previous office. Dave, this is Sean and Heather. They both work with me at the Philly office.". The three made space for me to join their circle and we made the usual small talk for a bit before being interrupted by an announcement from the podium.

We apparently hit the point of the night where some of the head honchos were going to talk for a bit, thanking us all for the hard work we'd put in over the past year, going on about how well we're doing as a company, and encouraging us all to keep it up. It was probably five minutes worth of a speech that they stretched out to thirty-five minutes instead. Fortunately I had just gotten a new drink and I had the sexy Eve standing nearby to look at and distract me and I felt myself swelling in my pants as I tried to figure out if she had panties on underneath that dress and fantasized about how she must look without it on all together.

The speeches eventually came to a conclusion, with the big boss telling us to enjoy the rest of the night but reminding us of our start time the next morning with a chuckle. We talked for a bit longer before noticing the crowd starting to thin.

"Hey, we're gonna head over to the hotel bar now, you should join us." Eve said to me, placing her hand on the small of my back. Not yet ready to call it a night, I accepted the invitation and followed the three of them to the selected destination. It looked as though we weren't the only people with this same idea because when we arrived, the bar was bustling with other patients, most of whom were obviously employees of our same company. Fortunately we were able to find a round, high top table to stand around and were greeted by a smiling waitress shortly after who took our drink orders.

The drinks came quickly and as I took my first sip I realized the effects of the ones I'd had earlier in the night must be having a bit of a delayed effect because I could feel a slight buzz coming on. Nothing too bad, just that perfect state where you're warm, relaxed, and your mood is lifted, but not hitting the stage where I'd start to lose control of my facilities. Knowing I didn't want to sit through tomorrow's seminars with a pounding headache by going past the point of no return, I made the decision to nurse this one and call it a night when I finished.

The group continued with the small talk but I might have been a little more relaxed, and a little less in control, than I thought because I kept ogling Eve, and doing a poor job of concealing it. It didn't take her long to notice, but she didn't seem to mind, smiling at me and holding my gaze, then she began deliberately rubbing her arm and smirked when she saw me raise an eyebrow as I recognized our old code.

I was close to finishing my drink at this point and noticed that Eve was as well and was hoping that sign she just gave me meant she was ready to leave now. Seeing the waitress nearby, I flagged her down and asked that she put the first round of drinks on me and gave her my room number. While waiting for her to turn with the receipt, I took down the last sip of my drink and thanked the trio for letting me join their group but said I was going to call it a night and get some sleep so I wasn't caught nodding off during the seminars the next day. Eve took that opportunity to excuse herself as well, agreeing with me that she shouldn't overindulge tonight either, and after adding a nice tip to the tab and signing for our drinks, I make my way to the elevator accompanied by Eve.

The excitement was coursing through my body as I wondered what kind of dirty story Eve might tell me but as we boarded the elevator together, I saw story time would have to wait just a little longer as we weren't the only ones on it. When I saw the button for the floor that Eve pressed, I realized we were staying on the same floor, and shifted myself to the back corner to let other people board, knowing that there would likely be a few stops before ours. The elevator was only half emptied by the time we reached our floor and excused ourselves to exit, and I started following her to her room, not waiting for an invitation to do so. Eve smiled back at me, seeing me trailing behind her then said, "I wish we could have talked a little more freely together but Sean and Heather aren't really the type to talk like you and I used to. You don't mind hanging out with me in my room for a little bit, do you? Or are you becoming a pussy in your old age and really do need to get to sleep early?" she asked taunting me with a laugh.