Even when I took off my glasses to rub my tired eyes, I could still see that Alicia was stunningly attractive. We were hardly in a romantic setting. We were trapped in a stuffy conference room, crammed with arguing people. But that made no difference. She’d captivated me from the moment I’d walked in the place. Desire teased me, making my balls tingle and my cock periodically swell toward a full-out hard-on.

I was still able to do my job, though. I was part of a planning commission, and we were interfacing with a local contingent of bureaucrats, who were supposed to give input on a proposed project to build a reservoir. The details would bore any sane person, but the stuff had to be hashed out. So there I was, having flown in from half a continent away. And there, across the table from me, was the lovely Alicia.

If we were meeting under friendly social circumstances, I would no doubt be giving her my best flirtatious shtick. As it was, I couldn’t help noticing the artistic lines of her face — those cheekbones, the fine curve of her jaw and her delectable lips. At one point she stood up and stretched, and I had to stop myself from outright ogling her breasts as they strained against her blouse.

She was also the only other person at the table who wore eyeglasses.

We had started our meeting at nine, had broken for lunch, and we were closing in on evening. I was fried. My brain wanted to shut down. I can only talk about building codes and zoning regulations for so long before it all starts to sound like gobbledygook — even to me, someone who’s supposed to know what all this stuff means.

When we finally called it quits for the day, I was so relieved I wanted to run out of that conference room. Instead I was rubbing my weary eyes again, which was when a thought hit me: Why not ask Alicia out for a drink?

But when I snatched up my glasses from the table and looked around, she had already filed out. Damn. We’d made eye contact several times during the meeting, and I’d thought I detected a little smolder in that gaze of hers. I recalled her saying she lived nearby, so she must’ve hightailed it home.

So I walked back to the nearby hotel where our team was staying. The evening air was crisp, and I looked around at the sharp architecture of the city. I ate dinner in the hotel’s restaurant with a colleague, who only wanted to rehash the ordeal of a meeting we’d just been through. As soon as possible I fled to my room.

I thought about striking out on my own, hitting a local jazz bar or something, and seeing if I could find myself some female companionship for the night. Alicia had left me in a pleasantly agitated state. But I had the rather silly notion that anybody I picked up would disappoint, simply because that woman wouldn’t be Alicia.

I snickered at myself, smitten puppy that I apparently was, and took off my glasses to set them on the bedside table. That was when I noticed they were not my eyeglasses. It was a startling discovery. But when I snatched them back up and examined the frames, I confirmed they were indeed different from my own pair.

Putting them back on, I found the prescription matched mine perfectly, with no distortion whatsoever. That was hugely unlikely. Vision is so very specific, and a person’s spectacles are tailored strictly to their particular optical weakness.

How? Whose?

Alicia. They were her glasses. She must have tossed hers onto the table when she went to rub her own tired eyes, as I’d seen her do several times throughout the day. The implausible coincidence made me laugh out loud. Two people sharing the exact same prescription, who just happened to accidentally exchange eyeglasses. It beggared the imagination.

I thought I should get them back to her. I was hastily putting my shoes back on as a fantasy scenario flashed through my head, one where I tracked her down and explained what had happened. We would have a good chuckle, then she’d invite me into her place, we’d have that drink, and one thing would lead to another. My mind eagerly supplied the explicit details of the hot sex scene that would follow.

But I realized how juvenile that was. I didn’t know where Alicia lived and didn’t have any real way of finding out. The smart, rational and courteous thing to do would be to give the glasses back to her when the meeting reconvened the following day.

Dejected, I acknowledged that to myself. And at that moment there was a knock on my hotel room door. I opened it and then just stood there, with fantasy and reality colliding in my head. Alicia smiled at me, dangling my eyeglasses from her fingers.

“I believe there’s been a mix-up,” she said, waving my spectacles.

I invited her in, and we traded glasses, laughing. I tried not to let my arousal get the better of me, but her presence inflamed me. Still, I wouldn’t make any presumptions.

It was only when she crossed to my bed, lay down and patted the covers next to her that I realized dreams really could become reality. I hurried to lie down with her. She pulled my face toward hers, and we kissed, our tongues moving together in a deep, sultry kiss. When it broke, she panted, “I’ve had the hots for you all day.”

“Right back at you, Alicia.”

We rolled into a frantic embrace, grinding our bodies together. My cock was throbbing in my slacks. Alicia jammed her crotch against my hard-on, rubbing it shamelessly. We tugged hastily at each other’s clothing.

When we finally lay naked together, the sight of her took my breath away. Fantasy usually overrides actual life, but in this case the succulent reality of Alicia’s bare form surpassed any immature fantasies I’d nursed about her.

I cupped her lovely breasts, feeling the hard protrusions of her nipples. She caressed my pecs, then reached around to grope my ass. I tweaked her stiff nips as we kissed wildly some more. My hand slid down her flank and over her smooth flesh to squeeze the lush swells of her ass.

When she closed her fingers around my straining cock, my body jerked. But pleasure welled within me, zipping toward my every extremity. I felt so in sync with her, as if our sexual rhythms were exactly the same. I jokingly wondered if that had anything to do with our matching prescriptions, then I silently laughed at myself.

Alicia worked my rod, pumping it with just the right speed and pressure. I slipped a hand between her thighs and grazed the damp groove of her pussy. She moaned as I traced her slick lips, and her hips rolled rhythmically. My fingers delved inside her. She was so wet and silky. When I pulled out and brushed her clitoris, she gasped gratifyingly. I worked on her bud as she jerked my cock with a mounting frenzy. Her face was flushed, and she was writhing beneath my touch. I watched as orgasmic energy seemed to visibly cascade all through her.

After she caught her breath, she grinned at me and shoved me decisively onto my back. As I raised my head, she was scooting down my body and pushing apart my legs. I watched her hunker down between my thighs, her hungry mouth descending toward my cock. I groaned as her tongue tickled its way around the tip of my crown. A deeper snarl of satisfaction came from me as she closed her lips around my cockhead and sucked her way down my shaft. She swallowed me right to my balls without hesitation. My earlier daydreams couldn’t hold a candle to this!

The pleasure swelled in me. Her head bobbed as her lips slid up and down my cock. She closed a hand around my sac, applying an exact level of gentle pressure that increased the joy of the blowjob by a serious factor. I lay back, basking in my bliss, still scarcely believing how my evening had unfolded.

After several minutes, I felt a coolness on my spit-wet shaft as Alicia pulled back to murmur, “Do you want to shoot off in my mouth, or would you rather fuck me?”

I would have loved to have her swallow my jizz, but the better part of me wanted to please her some more. I sat up, and she scrambled off the bed. I was confused until she went to the foot of it, bent over at the waist and pointed her ass at the ceiling.

I hopped off and went around behind her. Her ass was gorgeous. I set my cock at her gleaming entrance and laid my hands on her luscious curves. As my cock sank into her cunt, I tightened my fingers on the globes of her ass, digging into her flesh. Her ragged moan told me she liked what I was doing.

My first stroke took me to the core of her. I savored the slick grip of her muscles and the commanding angle. I had my feet planted on the carpet, my fingers staked into the flesh of her ass. As I plunged into her again and again, her head rolled on the mattress. My hips kept a steady tempo. She rocked back against me as best she could in her position. I plowed her deep every time, and I felt her pleasure building. She shivered and writhed, and those motions only added to my own mounting pleasure.

I fucked her harder, still gripping the meat of her ass. As my speed picked up, her head whipped faster from side to side. I only needed my eyeglasses for distance. Up close like this I could see every detail of her, which was awesome as her second climax hit.

Her body stiffened, the top half of her rising off the bed as a helpless cry fell from her pretty lips. Then she collapsed forward, sliding off my rod.

But Alicia recovered quickly, flipping herself onto her back and spreading her legs. Her eyes blazed with need. I climbed onto her and eagerly plunged my cock back inside her cunt. This time she rocked underneath me, her legs coming up to wrap around my waist.

I stroked into her wildly. Our bodies slapped together at an urgent sweaty velocity. Blood roared in my ears, and my head spun. My whole body and being were tuned to the same sexual frequency she was on. We both headed implacably toward major orgasms.

My balls clenched, and I let loose with a howl. As my spunk thundered into her, she thrashed through her third and most powerful climax.

After that, having those meetings drag on wasn’t so bad. I got to see Alicia all day — and all night as a bonus.