Business in Lisbon

Hi well this is unusual, a true story that is not really a story.  What I mean is that I just got back from a business trip to Lisbon and this has just happened to me, literally on Friday night of last week.

en I arrived at my hotel, nothing really special a typical business type hotel, I got out of the taxi and left my bags with the concierge and then walked in to check in.  In front of me at reception was a couple, well not exactly a couple.  They were together but I immediately thought of them as boss and secretary/personal assistant.  Both of them in their thirties, both of them dressed in their business work clothes just like I was.  He had on a dark suit with a shirt and tie, I could see he was quite slim as he was carrying his jacket over his arm.  She was wearing a business outfit, slim figure hugging trousers and a short jacket with a blouse.  As the second girl at reception called me over to register I could hear them talking, Americans.  They were asking about the swimming pool on the second floor and its opening times.  It was about six in the afternoon.  I was dressed in a a knee length skirt, blouse and jacket.  Yes I even fly in my heels!  I finished registering and we all moved over towards the lifts more or less as a group.  He pressed the button on the first lift and I did so on the second.  My lift arrived first and I entered it and pressed the button to keep the doors open just in case they wanted to join me.  Sure enough they did.  They both got in with me but as it was my lift I asked them what floor, "ninth," they both said at once and then they smiled at each other because they had both answered at the same time.  I smiled too, "ninth, wow, mine too."  I pressed the button and the doors closed.

As the lift started up they said nothing, very American.  But I am only half English so my Spanish side prompted me to chat to them.  "Here for business?"  They nodded, she looking at him for her lead this time.  "Been here for a few days already?"  I asked again.  He placed a commanding hand on her arm and she remained silent, "we got here yesterday."  He answered with a smile.  They were both in good shape, slim and nice looking.  He was the typical sort of all American guy, but slim.  Square chin, short hair college type.  She was the typical American female business type, very slim, good figure, hair dark with blonde highlights and shoulder length.  She had a pretty face and lovely green eyes that I envied her for.  The lift didn't give us more time and pinged as we arrived at the floor.  They left the lift first, him leading the way and her following him, and headed left.  I paused and looked for the room number signs and then saw I had to head left too.  I started after them trailing my flight suitcase after me on its wheels.  They were already at the end of the short corridor, he was slotting his card into the door lock and she was furthest away just arriving at her door.  "Fifteen minutes ok?"  He said, she nodded and smiled at him.  It was all really pretty mundane.

My room was nice with big picture windows looking out towards the woods and the castle up on the hill.  Opposite there were more hotels but far enough away to allow me not to worry about people spying on me.  I settled in, showered, changed and so on.  Then I got ordered half a litre of white sangria and sat on the terrace reading with my kindle.  Good thing about electronic books, you don't need a light.

I heard nothing from my American business neighbour, went to bed and forgot about them.

The next day I had several meetings with different people in different parts of Lisbon.  A series of meetings and taxis and negotiations and some really pretty dull weather with lots of clouds and wind.  It was still pretty warm though, about 26,27.  Not hot for me but nice.

In the evening, Friday evening, I had arranged to go out for a meal with a couple of clients.  They are lovely people, very Portugeish (imagine the accent) and we have known each other for a while.  We had a nice meal and went to a bar to listen to Fado.  A really lovely evening.  I took a taxi back to my hotel at around one in the morning.  I had already had quite a bit to drink so to unwind before sleeping I had a shower, put on the silk shorts and strappy top I sleep in and sat in the comfy chair on the terrace to read for a short while.  This was when the action started.

I was sitting in the dark reading when I think I heard the door of Mr America's room open.  Laughter and giggling followed as, I presumed, boss and secretary both stumbled into the room.  I was sure when the picture window was slid open and they both came out onto the terrace.  They admired the view, the weather had cleared up by then and it was a lovely warm night. They had obviously been out for the night and were pretty drunk.  They were laughing at some Russians they had sat near in the bar they had been in.  They had been celebrating Russia's win the the Euro cup and had been very over the top.  Then things got quiet and I was certain I heard them kissing.  They went back in and I think I heard clothes rustling and her heels fall on the marble floor of the bathroom.  With their window open and me sitting on the other side of the glass partition on the balcony I was perfectly positioned to hear everything.  I turned off my kindle, just in case.  Yes I am a bit of a pervert, well a lot really.

I heard more passionate kisses and a zip going down.  She giggled and said, "it fastens at the front."  Then I heard the whoosh of a belt being pulled out of the waistband of his trousers, well I presume his.  More sounds of passion and I was getting really fascinated.  I had even started looking at the partition and wondering if I could stand on the comfy chair and look over it.  I needn't have worried.  He started a running commentary which, with the noises, made watching them redundant.

"Leave them on," he said.  "Stand here, hands behind you back while I get the rope."  There was a muffled laugh but then he said, "if you laugh you will regret it."  "Sorry Sir," she answered.  Wow I thought, a kinky boss and his secretary.  Silence and then a sharp slap, "keep still and don't move your hands."  I imagined him tying them behind her with the rope he presumable had brought with him for that purpose, this also told me that they weren't first time lovers, despite the seperate rooms.  With her hands tied he ordered, "on the bed on your knees."  I heard the bed flex and her moving around.  "Keep your ass up," he said.  I now imagined her kneeling on the bed, her chest flattened on the mattress, face turned to one side, with her rear in the air.  All this with her hands tied behind her.  It was a very sexy thing to imagine.  Then I heard her moan and some more kissing sounds.


What was he kissing?  Her back?  Surely not.  "You have been a good girl and waxed for me, I like that." He said.  More kissing sounds.  Now I imagined him behind her at the foot of the bed, semi naked, his hard on standing out in his shorts (Americans alwasy wear those ridiculous shorts).  His face pressed between the cheeks of her arse as he tongued her arsehole and pussy.  "I want you to squeeze my finger now, I want to feel your pussy tighten on my finger."  She moaned again as he slid his finger into her (wet?) pussy.  My questions was answered immediately, "who's a dirty little girl then, all excited and wet."  I could now hear him sliding his finger or fingers in and out of her.  "Do you like this you dirty little girl?"  He asked. "Oh yes Sir, I love it Sir.  I can't help being wet Sir I am a very dirty girl."  There was more than a little sarcasm in her voice, I got the feeling these games were of his invention not hers.  Her tone got her a heavy slap which cracked into the still night air.  "She gasped and gave a cry of protest.  "Do you want more of that slut?"  He asked in a commanding voice.  "No Sir, I am sorry Sir."  She said and now she did sound sincere.  He continued working her wet pussy and then said, "now dirty girl relax and you this will be easy."  I knew what that meant and her gasp confirmed that he was now sliding his wet fingers into her arse.  She whimpered slightly, "there's a good girl," he said, "got to get it well lubricated."  Who is going to get it in the ass tonight, I thought.

She was moaning by now and I don't think she was putting it on either.  Then she paused, as presumably he prepared his attack and anointed her arsehole with her own pussy juices.  Then I heard her gasp, give a little moan and then his tremendous sigh (of satisfaction I suppose).  She was moaning now in a lower voice.  "I love being inside your ass, this is the best way to reward bad behaviour."  There were a couple of more sharp slaps and the sounds of bodies moving on the mattress. 

I was imagining him lodged deep inside her ass slowly pulling his length out of her and then plunging himself back in.  There wasn't much sound just the occasionaly slap of flesh against flesh. She moaned again and her breathing was now easier to distinguish. He too was starting to puff and pant.  "Pull on my hair Sir, please."  She obviously liked their little game as much as him.  So there I was in the dark with the cool night air playing over me with visions of a girl, her hands tied behind her, naked on a bed being ass fucked by a man who was also riding her and knotting his hand in her hair to pull her head back up towards him.  Is it bad to admit that I was also fondling my nipples at this point?  Well I was, and in fact I was seriously thinking of stripping off there in the dark to be able to enjoy myself fully.  I wasn't going to be given enough time though.  Things next door had got quite frantic.  He was starting to mutter curses, "fucking bitch, you deserve everything you get you whore..."  She was pleading for more, "don't stop Sir, please Sir, harder, harder, God yes Sir like that..." I could hear him slapping against the cheeks of her arse as he buried his hard on inside her.  I could also hear how he was slapping her arse with his free hand as they got onto what the British call the "short strokes".  "Rub my clit Sir please," she moaned to him and he must have done so as she suddenly got much more vocal. 

From here on in I concentrated on listening and gave up the idea of joining in from my side of the partition, things were too far gone for me to have time to catch up.  "Kiss me," he ordered and I envisioned her upright on her knees her arms imprisoned against him as he bent her round to receive his passionate kiss.  The sounds of the kiss ended, the pounding resumed and then he let loose an enormous cry.  A scream of passion and orgasm.  I couldn't hear her such was his noise.  Two bodies fell onto the bed and all I could hear then was their laboured breathing.  Then she giggled.  "God I hope everyone is asleep Ed."  He laughed with her, "well they aren't now I suppose."  "Untie me," she said, "and then you get to exercise that tongue of yours."  There were a couple of steps and the picture window slid closed. 

I was to be denied part two.  I tried listening to the wall, I even got a glass from the bathroom but nothing worked.  Still it gave me something to think about as I lay on my bed later.  When I came with mental images of savage BDSM style ass fucking jumping around in front of my eyes I gave a nice loud scream.  I hope I woke him up and he spent some time thinking of me too.