A few years ago I had a job that required me to travel to Denver on an almost weekly basis, sometimes alone, but more often with one or more of my coworkers.

On these trips I soon began to be disturbed by the fact that most of the men seemed to think that any female travelling with us was fair game, and to come on to them, as though being more than 10 miles from their wives made them irresistible. So I made what I thought was a strict promise to myself never to hit on a woman I was traveling with on business. I made sure that my coworkers understood this, and I hoped it would help to modify their behavior as well.

One week in May I was scheduled to go on one of these trips with a young woman named Lorraine, who was fairly new at the company. She was a beautiful brunette, not too tall and maybe just a bit overweight, but very attractive, with a great face, great legs, great breasts and a personality and intelligence that made her a perfect traveling companion. When we met at the airport to catch our flight, I saw that she was wearing a comfortable plaid skirt, a navy blue blouse just sheer enough to reveal a black bra underneath, and a very stylish ultrasuede vest. She looked absolutely scrumptious. But I had my rule.

Our flight got us to Denver shortly after one o’clock, so we had most of the afternoon free, as our business meetings didn’t start until the following morning. To my surprise, Lorraine suggested that we pay a visit to the local race track; she was interested in horse racing, she said, and promised to teach me something about it. I hardly stopped to think before I found myself happily accepting her suggestion.

After checking in at our hotel, we settled into our adjoining rooms. I called down for a bottle of wine and took it to Lorraine’s room, where I poured us each a glass. We sat and talked as we sipped. She had removed her vest, so I had a better chance to see the enticing fullness of her bra. I had to admit to some degree of arousal.

Suddenly Lorraine stood up, raised her arms over her head and did a little pirouette as she exclaimed, “Oh, we are going to have so much fun today! I have been so looking forward to this!”

I felt the remnants of my rule rapidly slipping away. “Look, I need to ask you something,” I blurted out.

“Ask me anything,” Lorraine said.

“Well, the only thing I can think of that would make today more fun would be if we were on a date instead of a business trip. What do you think about that?”

Lorraine smiled and took both my hands in hers as she replied, “You are a wonderful man, and I would be honored to be your date.” Then she gave me a gentle kiss, with just a hint of tongue brushing my lips, and I was lost.

We took a taxi to the race track, and we held hands on the way. The day was indeed wonderful, and I had a terrific time. We sat in the dining area, watched the races, made bets and finally had dinner. Every time one of our horses won we would kiss, and the kisses gradually became more passionate. When we got back to the hotel she unlocked her door and pulled me inside.

In her room I poured us some more wine, unsure of how far this was going. “Listen,” Lorraine said then. “I have to tell you something.” She sat next to me on the bed and took a breath. “Okay,” she said then. “I know you have a rule against hitting on travel partners, and I would not ordinarily try to seduce a man I work with. But this is different. The fact is, I asked to be assigned to go with you on this trip, and it took some doing. You see, I’m about to get engaged to the man I’ve been dating. So this is my last time as a free woman, and I wanted to enjoy it with you. I wanted us both to enjoy it.”

I couldn’t think of anything to say, so I said nothing. But my excitement must have been evident. Lorraine leaned forward and kissed me, then said, “I just have one request. I want to be completely in charge for the next hour. I want you to do everything I ask, with no questions. Okay?” I could only nod. She stood up then, said,

“Please take off my pantyhose. They’re getting uncomfortable.”

I ran my hands up the back of her legs, stopping briefly to tickle her behind her knees, and again just below her ass. Then I gently rolled down the pantyhose, caressing her legs in the process, and pulled them off her feet.

She then asked me to scoot forward on the edge of the bed. As I did so she lifted her skirt and straddled me, her pussy lying right on top of my hardening prick, and we kissed. “Please take off my bra,” she said then, a little breathlessly. “But leave my blouse on.”

I slowly undid her blouse buttons, letting my fingers brush her bosom as I did so. I reached around her, beneath the blouse, and unhooked her bra in the back. I then had her slide her arm out of one sleeve, eased the straps off her shoulders, then slid the bra down through the other sleeve and tossed it in the corner. Then I buttoned her up again.

The next thing she told me was to sit on my hands so I would not be tempted to touch her. She then spent the next 10 minutes kissing me madly, using lots of tongue, and repeatedly rubbing her breasts against my face and chest. I just loved the feel of the sheer material of her blouse rubbing against my nipples.

After a while she stood up and pulled me to my feet. Then she began to undress me, starting from the bottom up. My penis was incredibly hard by then, and I could see that she was impressed. She then sat me down again and made a dance of taking off her remaining clothes. My eyes must have bugged out as I stared raptly at her engorged nipples and her deliciously shapely legs.

Finally we lay down and started caressing each other. I slid down to suck on her breasts, and my fingers found her soaking slit, making her squirm and moan. I moved further down, my lips and tongue finding her stiff clitoris, and after a few minutes she came noisily.

When she calmed down I slid a pillow under my butt and stuck my throbbing penis inside her. Her hips moved to my rhythm as I drove inside her, and soon we were both in the throes of orgasm.

After a few moments we settled into a spoon position and fell asleep. The sunlight was peeking through the curtain when I awoke beside this beautiful naked woman. I caressed her breasts and watched her begin to stir, then ran my hand down her leg to that lovely pussy, gently inserting one finger, then another. She awoke with a moan of pleasure and immediately moved to make it easier for me. With my thumb on her clit, I continued to play gently, and soon was rewarded with another noisy orgasm.

“I want to give you a blowjob,” she whispered then, and she did. We continued to play with each other until it was time to get up and get on with our day.

Lorraine did get engaged to her boyfriend, and eventually married him, and we never did have another date. But I still think of her often.