Then I saw the bulge in his pants. That's when I noticed how I'd been wearing my sheerest tops and my shortest skirts. It was no wonder I was getting ...strange looks from the mail room staff.After I let myself know how I felt, it got worse. I'd purposely bend over when he was behind me, almost wiggling my ass at him, and I could hear his breathing quicken. I'd lean forward when I sat across from him at the conference table, giving him a clear view of the filmy bra I took to wearing, and his face. This was making my cock hard, and it wasn’t long before I had it out and playing with myself. My mind wandered back to the week before when I had Jane’s lovely big cock in my mouth, and I closed my eyes remembering that sensation while I masturbated. It wasn’t long till I shot cum all over my hand, after all I was as horny as hell. As I started to lick my fingers I sank back in the chair and savoured my juices ‘mmmmm I taste wonderful tonight’ I thought to myself, as I squeezed the last of. I didn’t even have one lustful thought or any inkling of an idea that this six foot tall, dark haired hunk was going to be more than a cordial hello, not until the evening ended that is and a bunch of us met at the hotel bar for a night cap. He was there already with others from the reception, still in his business suit looking all professional, and strangely enough sexy and intriguing. I had changed from the skin tight leather pants, and thigh high boots, and off the shoulder form fitting top. The two lovelies sat him down between them on the couch, zip wrenched down, trousers and boxers yanked to the knees like piranhas on a corpse. Though he knew it was wrong, Matthew just couldn't resist. The fight was over the minute that imperious cock sprung up to thump his belly like the beater on a drum.Connie's hand quickly found the upper foreskin, teasing it down to unveil the bulbous and bloodshot knob. Needing no prompting, Rosie was down on her knees in seconds, churning up a spit ball.