Business trips, like the one I was on, are the kind of assignment everyone hopes to land. My enviable duty this time was a conference held in a tropical clime. It was spring, so the savage humidity hadn’t yet arrived. There were exotic beaches, clear skies and horny execs from all over converging on the island paradise.

Before I embarked, my colleague Doris had assured me, “You’ll have a great time. Those bros in suits love to party. And if you don’t want one of them, there’s lots of local cock.” Her eyes glittered with naughty nostalgia. She’d gone to the conference the year before.

I knew I was lucky to have been chosen for the opportunity, as young as I was. But I was determined to properly represent my firm at the gathering. Maybe I took it a little too seriously. But I felt it wasn’t just about me knowing business statistics and corporate policy. Management wanted to find out if I could build relationships in the field.

But I had barely ever traveled. It felt strange to be away from familiar things. I missed the sights of my home city. The hotel hosting the conference was high-end, but I kept thinking of my apartment at odd moments.

The whole situation was surprisingly disorienting. So I’d latched on to a bad case of homesickness as the result of failing to deal with it, I guess.

Even so, Doris’ depiction of the conference weekend nagged at the edge of my mind. Some spring-break cock of the corporate variety sounded like a great idea. I wouldn’t have minded that at all. Perhaps it could be the perfect coping mechanism.

But there were seminars to attend, and I dutifully sat in. However, I slowly remembered that the point of the whole trip was to socialize. I needed to glad-hand and schmooze.

The hotel had a huge lobby restaurant with a full bar. When evening came, everybody descended on the place. I ate a quick solitary meal, then retired to the lacquered wood bar for a cocktail.

Some people were still in their business apparel, but others had opted for a casual Friday look. I summoned my courage to mingle, determined to establish at least a few contacts.

Suddenly, across the bar, I spotted something that nearly made my heart skip a beat. It was a baseball cap imprinted with the logo of my home city’s team. I wasn’t a huge fan of the sport itself, but the sight of something so familiar pulled forcefully on my heartstrings, the way hearing an old love song might.

The cap bobbed atop the crowd. The bar had really filled up. I got up and went after my target. I lost it once, panicked, then found it again and zeroed in.

The baseball cap was set upon the head of a man about my age. He had an easy smile and alluring eyes. He was just saying bye to someone who was excusing himself. In addition to the cap, he wore a T-shirt and jeans, both snug. I immediately liked his wiry frame.

He looked, saw me staring and raised his beer in salute as he said, “Hi there.”

I hastily raised my ice-rattling cocktail glass.

“Hi.” I pointed to his hat and asked, “You a fan?”

“Well, you gotta root for your home team.”

I named the city, my city. “You live there?” I asked.

Somehow I felt if he was from the same place he would immediately cure my homesickness.

He shook his head and explained, “Born and raised there. But I had to move last year for my job.”

Close enough,I thought. We could reminisce about the city, the baseball team and everything else. I offered to buy him another beer and sat with him at a small table. I noticed his eyes checking me out, and a sweet flutter went through me.

His name was Isaak. We traded basic information, then set out on a verbal tour of the city, naming our favorite clubs, eateries, parks, etcetera.

“Where’d you live?” I asked.

He said the street, and I blinked.

“Really? I live there now. What cross street?”

He named it, and I felt a jolt. Then I got the actual address out of him, and my jaw nearly dropped to the floor.

“Holy shit,” I muttered. He looked amused and taken aback at the same time by my reaction. That’s when I told him, “I live in the exact same apartment you moved out of!”

The shock reached his handsome face.

“Wow, that’s a crazy coincidence.”

“It’s ... serendipity.” Boldly, I reached over and stroked the back of his hand.

A gratifying look of lust came to his eyes, and I asked, “Want to come up to my room?”

I didn’t have to ask twice. We went up in the elevator, both of us visibly willing the thing to go faster. I still couldn’t believe he’d occupied my personal living space before me. We’d figured he’d finished moving out a couple of days before I moved in.

I took him into my hotel room with my heart pounding wildly. I pulled him to me at the foot of the king-size hotel bed. Our mouths came together, the kiss lush and full, and soon our tongues were grappling.

His dick was swelling in his jeans, and my pussy was flowing in needy anticipation. Quickly we got naked, and I beheld his toned physique as his gaze eagerly roamed over my bare flesh. My nipples stood up stiff, and desire purred deep inside me.

We got onto the bed.

His mouth was on mine again, and we kissed deep, tongues going crazy. My hands stroked his strong back. He gently squeezed one of my tits, his thumb and finger playfully plucking at

my hard nipple, which made my whole body tingle with growing pleasure.

I felt his mahogany-hard cock pressing against my thigh. He rubbed himself against me, and excitement raced in my veins.

I’d been told to make contacts at the conference. Well, that was some serious contact indeed.

The gleeful thought spun merrily in my head.

Isaak moved to kiss the hollow of my throat, then shifted lower. His hungry mouth closed over one breast, then the other. He went back and forth for several minutes, licking and nibbling my nipples. I shoved my tits hard against his face, loving what he was doing.

But I liked it even better when he resumed his southward trail, kissing his way down my flat belly. I spread my legs, and he slipped easily into position. My thighs closed around his shoulders.

His warm breath tickled my wet

pussy lips, and the sensation rippled over my body, raising gooseflesh. I lifted my head, wanting to watch his mouth

make contact with me. His tongue emerged from between his lips. As

he licked my slit, I cried out. Warm pleasure was everywhere within me, touching all my parts and even awakening many dormant places.

My hips bucked beneath me, and my ass tightened as I humped helplessly against his face.

He was on my clit, caressing and stroking it with his tongue tip. He was quick and nimble and seemed determined to get me off that way. He ate me harder and faster, and I smeared my pussy on his open mouth.

When I came, it was with a soft howl of pleasure. Light seemed to pour in from everywhere, turning red, then pink, then fading into a sweet afterglow. I realized my eyes were closed. I opened them and got Isaak to lie on his back.

I hunkered between his legs, which were long and lean. I cupped his balls and aimed his swollen cockhead toward my face. I dropped my open mouth onto him, swirling my tongue over his thick knob. The taste of his pre-come was delicious.

My lips formed a ring around him. I sucked in his shaft, aware that he was watching me. I liked that. I wanted him to see I could take all of him in one unbroken lunge, which I went on to do.

I applied a slow, gentle, squeezing pressure to his sac as I sucked. He tightened his legs around my sides, and I liked the muscular power thrumming through him.

I could have finished blowing him and cheerfully taken his load down my throat. But he had other ideas. His hands closed over my shoulders, and he lifted me. He drew me up his body, so I was straddling his groin.

He slipped his cock up into me. Pleasure shivered to greater life inside as he touched me at my deepest, inmost point. I fairly impaled myself on his lovely cock. I planted my hands on his chest and began to ride him.

He gripped me around the waist, helping to raise and lower me. He also thrust himself up into my dripping pussy. I came down harder and harder on him, bucking like I was on a bronco. The ecstasy built and built within me, and then with another furious plunge it consumed me.

I writhed in orgasmic joy atop his hard staff. My feelings were so intense I started to fall to the side as I shivered through the last spasms of my climax.

But Isaak caught me and moved me over onto my back, without ever withdrawing his cock from me. His weight shifted, and I smiled dreamily as he started stroking into me. My arms went up around his shoulders.

It was so sweet, so intimate. But, in a weird way, we’d already shared an incredible intimacy. An apartment, a living space, was so personal, and we had shared that without ever meeting before. I thought of everything I’d done in my bedroom, then imagined what he’d done in that same room before me.

A delicious thrill added to the sexual storm gathering once again over me. A tingling started at my toes and worked its way up my heaving body.

Isaak fucked me harder, going into his final thoroughbred stretch. I looked up into his face, delighted at the pleasure I felt and knowing we’d soon be coming.

Our bodies smacked together, and I felt the sweet spank of his balls. A tremendous shudder took hold of him. He pounded a few more strokes into me, then his come tore loose and filled me up. His climax touched off my own, lifting me and carrying me away to paradise.

But I opened my eyes to find Isaak with me. Isaak, who would always be my almost roommate.