I first met Nadine during a presentation she gave to complete her job interview with the company where I'm employed as a senior manager.

She was professionally attired in a blue two-piece suit, white blouse, and heels.

She was nervous, but her sincerity and skills were evident. I knew she would be a great addition to the company. But I was utterly blown away by the sheer sensuality packed into her slim figure, which was topped by natural blonde hair and the softest blue eyes.

A few months later Nadine and I had the opportunity to travel together on business. As we waited in the first-class lounge, Nadine said she was bisexual and that her favorite sex toy was a vibrating egg. These comments were so totally out of context that I was momentarily taken aback. But I quickly recovered, rearranged myself in my seat, and jumped back into the conversation.

I had taken a chance in hopes of something like this happening, and had packed my collection of toys, including, as it happens, a pair of vibrating eggs. When I mentioned this, it was a kick to see Nadine shift in her seat as color flooded her face.

With drinks free-flowing on the long international flight, our conversation grew intimate, searching out each other's preferences. Nadine was very athletic, loved to be with either men or women, but was not into group scenes. She often went to strip clubs, and got off on watching sex in public places. She was very proud of her appearance and needed to be continually stroked about it. She suddenly came out and said that her pussy was small and couldn't accommodate a large penis.

Since I had no delusions about my own endowment, this didn't discourage me at all.

She also said that after an early marriage and divorce she had been in a series of relationships and was looking to eventually settle down and raise a family with Mr. Right. Until that happened, however, she would enjoy life's sexual varieties. I had hopes of helping her do just that.

We reclined in our seats, kicked back, and covered ourselves with a blanket to keep warm. Nadine rested her head on my shoulder. I lightly caressed her arms and midsection, and her body language told me my ministrations were appreciated. I found the silky smooth skin of her stomach, exposed as it was above her low-riding jeans. Chills ran down my spine as I tenderly moved my hand south. She turned and rearranged herself to ease my exploration.

My fingers became part of her, lolling among the spray of pubic hair around her hooded pleasure. As her wetness found my fingertips, I found her slit, and then her clit. Nadine trembled in delight. The darkness of the cabin and the need to keep from making too much noise only heightened the experience. We cuddled together, and Nadine slept soundly in my arms. When she awoke an hour later she gave me a lip-nipping kiss, which I took as a down payment for things to come.

This trip was well under way. Soon after we'd checked into our hotel I went to Nadine's room. We settled into bed and picked up right where we'd left off on the plane. Nadine eagerly took hold of my hard member and lavished it with light kisses and licks. She took one of my vibrating eggs and applied it to the sensitive area under my cock.

I couldn't remember ever being so hard. Her hand moved up and down my cock in a blur. A hot liquid that had been brewing in me for months surged. I grabbed her hand to prolong the moment, but my hips took on a life of their own, and in a shattering instant of release my come covered Nadine's lips and hands.

Several hours later I awoke in what appeared to be a dream, but which, incredibly, was reality. I was lying in bed with the most beautiful and sensuous woman I had ever seen, spooning, our naked bodies seeming as one.

As the sun rose, Nadine stirred and I placed my prick in her hand, the same prick that had nestled between the cheeks of her ass for most of the night. Her first reaction was to pull away, but when she became more aware of her surroundings, she opened herself to me.We picked up where we'd left off the night before. Nadine reached for that egg, but this time with something else in mind.

We stayed in the spoon position as she pressed the egg to her pleasure pot. My roving fingers spread her cheeks and found their way to her back door. She rejected their approach and I feared I had blown the moment. She explained she'd had a bad experience in that area and it was off-limits.

I said that while I was anal-curious, I had no driving need to have my cock up her ass, and she didn't have to worry about any pressure along those lines. I also said that, in my experience, light touching in that area can enhance orgasm.

We remained entwined. Nadine's passions returned as the effect of the egg took hold.

I held and fondled her and slowly moved my fingers back to where they'd earlier been rejected. I carefully spread her bottom. With the tip of a finger I lightly traced circles between her cheeks. I felt along the bottom of her pussy to her back door. She didn't object. My finger lingered longer and longer between her cheeks and around her puckered rim.

Her pleasure built, and I tapped on the doorway to her bottom in time with the motion of her hips. Her response was immediate and electric. A moment later her body contorted and she let out a low moan. I continued to press her anal orifice in time to her body, but with greater pressure. Her hips bucked faster and faster.

Her audible response grew in intensity and volume. Suddenly her entire body shook, froze, then shook again and again as her cries grew louder. Her release was all-consuming.

Finally, she settled back against me, looked at me, and said she had never felt like that before. We lay in each other's arms, and all the while my cock was getting hard, awaiting its opportunity to experience Nadine's depths.

"I know what you want, what you need," she said, "but I think you're too big for me."

I told her I would be very gentle, and would retract immediately if she felt displeasure or pain. She agreed to try, and requested that I use some lubrication. She applied the lube to herself with care, then asked my preference of position.

She said that spooning was her favorite.

We tried that and other positions, but found ourselves happiest doing doggie. Nadine crouched face-down, slowly raised her hips, and arched her back to present the best angle. I spread her glistening pussy lips and slowly penetrated her warmth.

My strokes were gentle. I probed deeper and deeper, following her lead in depth, motion, and force. Suddenly we were there. We had found the perfect position and rhythm, and I reveled within her for what seemed like forever.

Nadine was right: Her pussy was tight.

I could feel her enveloping and gripping every centimeter of my cock. As often as I had thought about Nadine, and how much I wanted to experience her, I had never thought it would actually happen.

My seed now welled from deep within me, in an emotional mix of remorse and release. I was living a sensual and sexual fantasy that I didn't want to end, but I knew the end would feel so good. There was no stopping it. It was here!

Nadine repeatedly pressed her pussy back onto my cock, matching the force of my eruptions. I fell over her, totally spent. I lingered within her, savoring the feeling until my penis shrunk, all the while cradling Nadine as intimately as I knew how.We rolled onto our sides, found our cozy, familiar spoon position, and I drank up the emotions of the moment.

I thanked Nadine for an unbelievable experience.

Later that day, back on the job, Nadine mouthed to me that she was sore but not sorry. Neither was I. Nadine and I have had a chance to travel together on other occasions. Our playtime has included workouts at gyms, visits to strip clubs, and sensual hammock rides at sunset in the tropics. And to think I also get frequent-flyer miles.

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