Business Trip With Pleasure
I feel a little nervous writing this article as this is the first time I am ever writing anything on erotica. This article is based on a real incident where I was one of the protagonists. Before I speak about the incident, I need to give a brief background. I am married but have an ongoing affair with a married colleague of mine. I think our affair is different because we love each other very deeply. It is not a matter of flesh only for us but goes far deeper into our souls. For the purposes of this article let us call her Habibi. I love Habibi and she means the world to me. I guess I would do just about anything to see her happy. She has in turn given herself without any inhibitions to our relationship. In most cases, she abides by whatever I suggest without question. That puts a huge burden on me as I have to be very sure that all the decisions and actions that I take are in her interest. Due to the nature of our jobs and the fact that we work in the same office, it becomes difficult for us to find time for ourselves. So when opportunities arise for us to go on business trips together, we hungrily grab those. Habibi is about 5 foot and I am about 5’5″. I weigh around 65 kgs and Habibi is around 58 kgs. She carries herself very well and has breasts which require bras of size of 34 and cup size C. She has a very attractive ass and she uses panties of size 95. One such travel opportunity presented itself when we both had to travel to another city on a consulting assignment. Whenever we travel to this place, we put up at a hotel near the racecourse. This time too we checked into the hotel in the late afternoon. We asked for the corner room overlooking the racecourse. Between the room and the racecourse an elevated flyover passes and people travelling on the flyover are more or less at the same height as the 4th floor of the hotel. The room had 2 french windows on the two sides of the room, and in the evenings if the curtains are drawn aside, it is very simple for the passengers of the vehicles to look at the windows and see the activities inside. Habibi and I both have a tendency towards exhibitionism. Many a times, when making love we have kept the curtains open as if inviting people to come and take a look. Sometimes, we have stood naked in front of windows while I massaged her breasts. Immediately after checking in and dropping our luggage we left for shopping and dinner. We had a nice time shopping and then had a couple of beers and dinner. We returned back at about 11 and went up to our room. On entering the room, Habibi went into the rest room to freshen up while I stood idly at the French window and looked out. The race course was dark and so was not visible. What I could see was the flyover right outside my window bathed in the orange glow of sodium vapour lamps. It crossed my mind that people sitting at the bus windows, passengers sitting in the cars could see right inside the room in the darkness. Habibi came out of the rest room and stood next to me by the window. She was still wearing the silk shirt and corduroy trousers that she was wearing throughout the evening. We stood silently at the window looking out. She slipped her hand in mine and I brought it up to my lips to kiss. She turned and leaned against my shoulder and I placed my arm around her shoulders. I kissed the top of her head which is where I very often kiss her. This is a deeply satisfying kiss for her and there have been innumerable times when we have found that kiss emotionally satisfying. Anyway, I slowly turned her face towards mine and kissed her on her lips. Her lips parted and our tongues met. We were very much french kissing each other in front of the windows and possibly being seen anyone caring to turn in our direction while passing by on the flyover. My hands started roaming over her body and cupped her breasts through her dark blue silk shirt. I could feel her stiff nipples and I lightly pinched them through the layers of clothing. Habibi ground her body against mine and I held her closer. I slipped my hands under her shirt and ran my palms over her back. My fingers traced the straps of her bra and slid over the hooks holding up her bra. Her skin felt cool and soft against my touch. Using two of my fingers, I unhooked her bra and loosened up the materials so that it was not held tight against her skin. I moved my hand under her shirt towards the front of her and slowly lifted the cups of the bra away from her body. Her breasts slipped out from under the cups and the feeling of her bare flesh against my palms was very erotic. All this while, we were kissing each other and our tongues had been probing each other’s mouth. I do not know if anyone had noticed us standing in front of the window and seen us but the thought was exhilarating. I whispered to Habibi whether she found the act of making out in public with a chance of being watched turned her on. She nodded in agreement. She had her hand lightly roaming over my mound and squeezing lightly, exactly the way I like it. I placed my hands over her behind and pulled her closer while running my hands over her trousers and drawing my fingers over the panty lines. Habibi started unbuttoning my shirt from the top and eased the shirt backwards and ran her hands up and down my torso. She slipped her fingers in the waistband of my trousers and briefs and the feel of her fingers against my waist was very nice. I started unbuttoning her shirt and left it on her. I turned her towards the window and cupped her breasts over the shirt all the while watching the traffic flow by just outside the window. I was idly wondering if any of the people going by noticed or what thoughts ran through their heads. Slowly whilst still facing the window, I slowly removed her shirt leaving her with her with her breasts exposed and her bra loose upon her body. I cupped her breasts and tweaked her nipples which were by now engorged and stiff.