An intermission with Mike

“I have a business dinner with some of my partners planned for later. I suggest that we go to a hotel room and take a shower before joining them.”

“I would like to change my clothes in addition to the bath. Maybe we could shower at my place?” the manager replied.

“A brilliant idea!”

“This might also be the right moment to address each other less formally. I’m Karen,” she extended her hand.

“Mike”, he shook it in the same manner as when they first met.

The gesture looked quite silly considering the circumstances, but the manager suspected that many of her business relationships might look like that from that point.

“We’ll take my car and you’ll tell me about your partners along the way.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Karen once again had to reach a bathroom to make herself look somewhat presentable before leaving the company’s building; this time it was on the floor on which she worked, so the spectators were familiar with her promiscuity. She kept the plug inside of her butt, because she suspected that cleaning Mike’s cum might take a bit more effort. As they drove to her place Mike kept caressing Karen’s nylon-covered thigh. At one point she took one hand from the steering wheel and used it to play with his cock through the clothes. The man used the opportunity to grope her breasts instead. They received a lot of curious glances when waiting on red lights, but ultimately reached Karen’s house safely. During the ride Mike also informed her about his two partners, the dinner they had planned and a small ‘celebration’ in a hotel room after the meal. The manager did not need to ask what her role was supposed to be, but she wondered how much of it had been pre-planned and included her in that very role.

Karen parked her car in front of the garage. They exited the vehicle and Karen waved to the neighbours who were in front of the both houses on the left and on the right; they greeted her back. Mike stopped to admire the building and the front lawn.

“A lovely little house you got there, Karen,” the man commented.

“Thank you,” she replied with a smile as she approached him.

Mike placed his large palm on her buttock, squeezed it hard and pulled her toward himself. He kissed her passionately on the lips while his hands groped her booty. Karen returned the kiss and wrapped her leg around his waist. The neighbours admired the spectacle and the people who happened to be passing by stopped on the sidewalk to watch as well.

When their lips finally parted Karen asked:

“Aren’t we supposed to just take a shower?” she winked, “you don’t want to be late, do you?”

“Yes, you’re right,” Mike replied, “but you’re just so irresistible. Lead the way.”

When Karen searched for the keys in her purse and later opened the door tha man hiked up her skirt and groped her buttocks; all of the spectators continued to observe. Somehow the pair managed to refrain from kissing on their way to the bathroom, but could no longer hold back when they began to undress each other. Karen admired Mike’s body as much as he did hers, so they were all over one another the entire time; eventually, both naked, they entered the shower. The bath was more an elaborate foreplay than a cleaning process; it was passionate and chaotic, their soaped palms roamed over their bodies. The pair kissed numerous times and not always on the lips. Somewhere along the way the anal plug was taken out and the woman cleaned her back door of the semen. Finally they exited the shower and dried each other in a similar fashion.

Karen needed some time to dress up and do her makeup; the latter was mostly natural, but she painted her lips bright red. She also already had an idea what to wear. She put on a white blouse which might have been called classy or even fancy, if not for the fact that it was sheer. The bra underneath was also white and see-through, so her large breasts were visible despite being covered by two layers of fabric. Lace white panties matched the bra and together with sheer stockings and a suspender belt created a set. Her skirt was bright red and reached the middle of her thighs, it might have been considered decent if not for the rest of the outfit. On her feet Karen wore a pair of red glossy pumps on fifteen centimeter tall heels and two centimeter platforms; they did not say ‘fuck me’, but screamed it instead. The manager also inserted a plug into her anus, a slightly large one this time; she was certain it would come in handy. Mike managed to walk off his erection and put his suit back on, everything apart from the jacket which was too creased. They hopped back into Karen’s Porsche and drove to the restaurant; they managed to be only fifteen minutes late.