With the weather turning colder, something in his physiology had changed. Maybe it was an urge to hibernate, or maybe some need to be inside, surrounded by the warmth of a fireplace, but there was definetly a change in the air that made his mood more upbeat, eager to do something. As far as business trips go, he actually was looking forward to this one. The meeting was a small one; not the usual mega-conference in Chicago, Atlanta, or New Orleans, where so many people gathered in one place that it was difficult to hear yourself think. This meeting was different; a small select group of commercial executives, some of them his friends from businesses past.

The hotel, if you could call it that, was in a fantastic setting. The grounds were rustic; a combination of woods, tree-lined driveways, large oak post and beam structures with stone foundations. The patio in the back of the hotel lobby had a bar; the outside was a stone terrace with wooden furniture; adirondack chairs and sturdy tables. The view was just as inspiring. The valley flowed below to the river, with tall pine trees and mountains in the background. There was a large, 4-foot fireplace outside, and another inside. The fireplace was so large that the attendent could actually walk into it to add logs to the fire... and I don't mean little 12 inch logs. These were at least 3 feet long; as he stacked them, it almost looked as if the devil himself was stoking the fire, preparing for another midnite run on some overdue souls.

As he sat in the inside lounge and enjoyed the fireplace there, a sense of relaxation came over him. Maybe the pinot noir just hit the spot, maybe the comfort of the chair and the warmth of the fire worked its magic. Somehow, he just new he was comfortable with himself, open for adventure in this rustic outdoor setting.

He scanned the small crowd and noticed her immediately... to say he found her attractive was an understatement; he actually felt a jolt of electricity go down his spine. And the best part? She saw him the same instant, and she smiled and did not look away. He knew, if nothing else, that the door was open for opportunity. Sometimes in the past, he had been a shy man. Not really what you'd expect for the executive-type. Sure, he was fine with anyone when it came to work. But with women it was different... he just couldn't see himself as a 'player'... that just seemed too shallow and self-centered for him. This time however, it was different. He just got up, grabbed his drink, walked over and said 'hi'. Their conversation started to flow all so easily. The discussion was simple, spontaneous, comfortable, intoxicating and exciting all at the same time. For sure he felt some connection to this woman; the light from the fireplace glowing over her skin. She was wearing jeans and a sweater... not one that was so thick that her body underneath was indescript, rather, a thin, wool sweater that hugged her curves perfectly, accentuating the transition from her waist to her breasts, which were perfectly proportioned. Her eyes... they held him like glue... the sound of her voice awakened an urge inside of him that he knew he was supressing. It was almost as if the topic of conversation didn't even matter... it was the cadence of her voice, the lyrical tone, the way it moved with her expressions, her emotions... it was incredibly erotic for him. (more below)

As the hour passed so quickly, they realized they had been lauging, talking, communicating, touching, for some time. They both seemed to be in the same frame of mind... at this unique, rustic hotel in the woods for a meeting that they both felt very comfortable being at. It was as if a mutual trust had been established, based on where they were, how they communicated, and how they felt about the topics they discussed. He felt very warm inside, when she gently took his arm and brought him near, kissed his cheek and whispered, "come with me".

She brought him to her room; it was a suite, with two french doors that led to a small balcony. It had wood floors with a thick rug in an 'outdoors' motif. The room also had a fireplace that was glowing... he reached for log and put it on the fire.... when he stood up, she was there... she grabbed him and they kissed hard, her hands on his ass, pulling him into her. The bed was behind her, and he held her and pushed her against the bed so that she would fall on it... he was on top of her, using his thigh to push her legs apart, pushing himself against her... she pushed back as their tongues met, a soft moan escaping from her mouth, he kissed her neck, loving the taste of her skin, his hands on her sweater, on her breasts, she was breathing hard, reaching, pulling his shirt up, eager to get her hands on his skin, he slid down, off the bed, all the while moving so that his head ended up between her legs, he kissed her through her jeans, pushing her legs apart with his hands, growing hard at the thought of tasting her. He pushed her legs in the air, licking her jeans; letting her legs down, he undid the zipper, slowly pulling her jeans down, grazing against her thigh with the back of his hand, brushing against her, he tugged her panties up gently, pulling the seam away, he licked her .... with a very moist tongue, tasting every bit of her, slowly, pushing his tongue inside her, licking her, she was already so wet, he pulled the panties off her, went back to licking her, and slid two fingers inside her .... and she almost came right then. He slowed down, his fingers touching her everywhere... she pulled her sweater and t-shirt off, laid back on the bed, and wrapped her legs around his head, her feet on his back, she pushed herself against his face, his tongue, his fingers, she writhed with pleasure.

He stood up, pulled his jeans off, he was rock-hard, ready to explode... she ran her foot up his leg, grazed it across his ...., and watched him squirm with pleasure, closing his eyes... she was so wet... he climbed on top of her and rammed himself inside her, and she actually felt dizzy, her eyes rolling as he thrust in her, pulling all the way out, then in again, like some kind of animal having sex for the last time in its life. He increased the pace as she asked for more, and soon she came like thunder, her thighs wrapped around him, shaking as the orgasm kept going... he pulled out, turned her