In the morning I had to get away. I made a call to Sally, and told her to arrange a trip. By the time I got to the office Sally had arranged a number of meetings. I was off, away from it all. I booked into the hotel and found myself wishing I was home. What I need was some sex. As I walked across the hotel foyer Sara, from contracts was booking in. “Hi” she greeted me. I took her bags from her brushing her hand as I did. By the time we got to her room we had arranged to meet our client in the morning. “Do you remember kissing me after the course?” I asked her. “Yes” she said dropping her head. “I asked for you, by name.” She looked at me. I repeated the words I spoke to her that last day. “Black as ravens wings on autumn breeze my heart flutters.” Sara let her black hair fall loose. I moved close and kissed her. That was as much as happened in windy compound six months ago. Everything flooded back. Two weeks of flirting, then we ran out of time. That last, only kiss, now relived. Our arms closed around each other. Her scent filled my nose. Her lips that had only pressed against my cheek now opened to my own. Now my hands found and touched her lower back. Last time I only glimpsed it as her top rolled up. That time it was in the bar. I wanted to reach out and touch her. Now I ran my hand under her top. Her tight top stopped me, it had to come off. Sara knew what I wanted and opened her front. Now her breasts that I only felt pressed against me before were on view; firm brown nipples, set in a large disc, on perfect breasts. I don’t know how long I looked at her, but at last Sara dropped her skirt. I pulled at my tie and shirt. Sara still in her stockings ran her hands down my sides and her mouth down my chess. I felt her breath, her wet tongue as she descended. Her hands opened my belt and unzipped me as my manhood became free. Sara gave a gentle push and I let myself fall back on the bed. She pulled my trousers off. Slowly Sara removed her stockings. Her neat little triangle exposed. She sat on the bed beside me. I was hard, I had been ever since we entered the room; now I entered Sara. She clung to me as I pushed ever up. Her hands clung to me and she clung. I filled her, felt her and came far too soon. “Not yet?” Sara asked. “Yes, but there’s more.” I kept pumping in and out, up and down. Kissing her and feeling a warm dampness spread between us, sticky and clinging. Months of wanting her released, even better than anticipated. My hands found every part of her body as I moved inside her, not tight, but hugging my hardness. Her hands hot as they passed over my body. Her kisses firmly planted and wet, her body move in unison with my own. Sara came, her body growing ridged and then relaxing. I did not stop and soon she grow ridged again, “Don’t stop.” She moaned. I did not. Not until she came again and I filled her with more creamy cum. We kept kissing not wanting to let go. I pulled her legs higher around me and tipped her on her side. I was even deeper in her and started to move again. This time as Sara started to build to coming I pushed her back. Her hands reached for me. I looked at her face, full of energy and tension. Then her pussy grew hot and her face changed, so relaxed. Just then I came again. We both relaxed and I pulled Sara to me. We held each other. The next thing I knew I had slipped from her body grown hard again and wanted her again. Sara was not unwilling. As I entered her again she responded, kissing me and pushing her pussy down onto me again. She sat up, her hair falling around her shoulders, her triangle swallowing my hard. She came pushing her cunt down onto me, closing her legs tight against me, arching her back and just then I lifted my ass to push my self deeper into her. I came reaching up to pull her down to me. I could feel cum and pussy juice between my legs, spreading over my stomach. It almost hurt as she rose letting my half size cock fall from her. Her pussy no longer plugged dribbled cum as she moved to lie beside me. By the time we went for dinner it was three hours, how much was spent just holding each other and how much fucking I have no idea. What I did know; we had three days set aside for this contract. Three days of fucking.