I stepped off the plane, the salty ocean breeze hitting my face as I adjusted the strap of my blazer. Fresh out of college, I'd landed my dream job at a prestigious firm, and now, here I was, at a beach resort for a two-day convention. My boss, Paco, a silver fox at forty-eight, walked beside me, his dark eyes scanning the surroundings with an air of confidence.
"Isis, you'll do great," he said, his voice low and reassuring. "Just remember, it's all about networking."
I nodded, my heart pounding with excitement and a hint of nervousness. The convention went as planned, filled with presentations and workshops. But as the sun set, Paco suggested we grab dinner. The restaurant was lively, the music from a nearby bar seeping through the open windows, inviting and intoxicating.
After dinner, we decided to check out the bar. The dance floor was crowded, bodies moving in sync with the rhythm. Paco wasn't familiar with the new dance steps, but that didn't stop us from having fun. I turned around, my ass brushing against his crotch. His surprised gasp was music to my ears.
"Engineer Herrera, enjoying the dance?" I teased, grinding against him.
He didn't answer, just pulled me closer, his lips crashing onto mine. I melted into his arms, my hands tangling in his hair as our tongues dueled. His hands wandered, gripping my ass, pulling me closer so I could feel his growing erection pressing against my stomach.
The music slowed, the atmosphere thick with desire. I could feel his cock throbbing against me, and I couldn't resist grinding against him, my pussy getting wetter with each grind. He groaned into my mouth, his hands roaming my body, exploring every curve.
"Fuck, Isis," he muttered between kisses, his voice husky with need.
I smirked, my fingers trailing down his chest, feeling the hard planes of his body. "You like that, Paco?" I whispered, my voice dripping with seduction.
He didn't answer, just grabbed my hand, pulling me towards the exit. We stumbled into the elevator, our lips never parting, our hands never stopping their exploration. The elevator dinged, signaling our floor, but we didn't care. We stumbled out, our mouths still fused together, our hands pulling at each other's clothes.
We barely made it to his room before our clothes were scattered on the floor. Paco pushed me against the wall, his mouth trailing hot kisses down my neck, his hands kneading my breasts. I moaned, my head falling back, giving him better access.
"Fuck, you're so responsive," he growled, his hands sliding down to my waist, then lower, his fingers teasing my wet folds.
I gasped, my hips bucking against his touch. "Paco, please," I begged, my voice barely a whisper.
He chuckled darkly, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing it in slow, torturous circles. "Please what, Isis? What do you want?"
I moaned, my nails digging into his shoulders. "I want your dick inside me, Paco. Fuck me, please."
He didn't need to be told twice. He lifted me up, my legs wrapping around his waist as he pushed me against the wall. His cock was hard and thick, pressing against my entrance. With one swift thrust, he buried himself inside me, filling me up completely.
"Fuck, Paco!" I screamed, my nails raking down his back.
He groaned, his hips pistoning in and out of me, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing over me. I met him thrust for thrust, my hips rolling in time with his, our bodies moving as one.
"Look at me, Isis," he commanded, his voice rough with desire.
I opened my eyes, meeting his gaze as he pounded into me, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside me with every thrust. I could feel my orgasm building, my body tensing, ready to shatter.
"Come for me, Isis," he growled, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts.
I screamed, my body convulsing as my orgasm ripped through me, my pussy clenching around his cock, milking him as he continued to pound into me. With a groan, he buried himself deep, his cock pulsing as he filled me with his cum.
We stayed like that, our bodies tangled together, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. Paco's phone rang, breaking the post-coital bliss. He answered, his voice rough with desire.
"Yeah?" He paused, listening to the person on the other end. "We're... busy right now. Call back later."
He hung up, his eyes meeting mine. I smirked, my fingers trailing down his chest. "Busy, huh?"
He chuckled, pulling me closer. "Very."
We spent the rest of the weekend locked in his room, our bodies tangled together, our moans echoing off the walls. We skipped the convention, our focus solely on each other. We fucked in the shower, against the wall, on the bed, our bodies never tiring of each other.
On Sunday night, as we lay tangled together, Paco's phone rang again. He answered, his voice filled with amusement.
"Yeah?" He paused, listening. "We'll be back tomorrow. Yes, we're fine."
He hung up, his eyes meeting mine. I smirked, my fingers trailing down his chest. "Fine, huh?"
He chuckled, pulling me closer. "Very."
Monday morning, we walked into the office, our bodies still humming from our weekend of passion. Our colleagues raised their eyebrows, but we didn't care. We had each other, and that was all that mattered.