Emma liked it hot

Emma still remembers that day as if it were yesterday. She was in Beirut, and Neil had come with her because he knew all about the territory. And actually, nothing had seemed to indicate that he was in any way after her or anything. He was pleasant, business-like, and far more gentlemanly than you could say of the average guy back at the office.

Possibly, that was all a ruse. But after a hard day's work together, in a sweaty congress centre, Emma returned to her hotel room with a really funny feeling driving through her. It was with her as she showered, as she called her boyfriend back home and only got his voice mail, and as she stared at the hotel pool from her balcony.

"There's mosquitoes out, you know," his voice came from the evening darkness.

He was in a room a few balconies removed from her, and Emma couldn't see him. But hearing Neil's voice caused everything to fall into place. With quite the bang.

"I know," she replied. "I used a repellant spray."

"Good," he said, and kept quiet.

Why? Why no good night? Damn...

"Want to come over for a drink?" she heard herself say after the silence had become unbearable to her.

Well, she had actually poured the drinks. But they remained untouched for a while. And she, she didn't. Remain untouched, I mean. Oh no.

He came to stand behind her as she put the cork back in the wine bottle, and even as she looked over her shoulder at him, she knew she was lost. Happily, irrevocably lost.

He simply pushed her forward over the writing desk, lifted her bathrobe up over her naked ass, and fucked her just like that. Long, driving strokes of a long, thick cock, making her come before him and pleasing her enough to make her want to lick and suck him on the bed afterwards, for another go.

And another.

And... well, y'know.