The Work Conference: Uncomplicated Pleasures with a Co-Worker

A little while back, I attended a conference for my tech firm in Bangalore. My company was a major sponsor and had a couple of keynote speakers lined up. A bunch of us from the company flew down, as it was a huge networking and work event for us. We were staying in a nice business hotel right in the heart of the city, about a mile away from the main convention center on MG Road. It was a surprisingly pleasant walk through the downtown area, with a bunch of great restaurants, cafes, and pubs lined up along the route. The conference ran for several days, and every day when the professional events wrapped up in the evening, our team would head out to dinner together and then go barhopping around the pubs in Indiranagar and Brigade Road throughout the night, often splitting up into several groups. It was a very work-hard/play-hard kind of week. We got fairly drunk each night, got to know each other quite well, and spent some really fun times together.

A new employee, let's call her Anjali, was there with us that week. She worked at a different branch of our office from me, I'm based in Hyderabad, and she works out of the Chennai office, so I never really had any occasion to interact or work with her before. She was a recent hire in her early-to-mid-20s, a little over a decade younger than me, as I’m in my mid-30s. She had definitely caught my eye from day one, because she was undeniably very cute: she had thick dark hair with edgy streaks of turquoise dyed into it, light freckles behind her stylish glasses, and a very curvy, slightly chubby body with big tits. I was recently out of a relationship and hadn't had sex in a bit, so I was feeling rather horny and frustrated. I definitely noticed her attractiveness and did a fair bit of fantasizing about her. But I had zero intention to flirt with her. She is so much younger than me, and I generally prefer women closer to my own age. Beyond that, I absolutely was not going to be that guy, the creepy older employee who flirts inappropriately with a younger co-worker.

Despite my reservations, Anjali and I found ourselves chatting several times throughout the week, and we really hit it off. We had a lot in common in terms of the South Indian indie movies we liked, the music we listened to, and the video games we played. We also shared the same leftist politics and strong feelings about social issues. We had a lot of genuinely good conversations and quickly struck up a bit of a friendship. Since I was one of the employees she had gotten closer to that week, whenever the team was out to dinner and going barhopping, she naturally stuck close to me. I never flirted with her; I kept it entirely friendly, platonic, and professional, but I felt an undeniable chemistry brewing between us. On the second night of the conference, while we were at a crowded microbrewery, I thought I noticed her flirting with me a little. I quickly chalked it up to wishful thinking and the fact that we were both a little drunk. I assumed it was just the alcohol talking and did not flirt back. But looking back, she could probably tell I was interested regardless.

Then came the third night. When we were out at the bars, she was even more familiar, and this time I could tell she was definitely flirting. Her physical closeness to me in the booth, her prolonged and intense eye contact, she was crushing on me for sure. In spite of my best efforts, I started to feel incredibly horny, and my mind started racing, wondering exactly where this could go.

As the night went on, after two solid nights of partying hard, most of our team decided to chill out, make it an easy night, and catch cabs back to the hotel early. But as we exited a loud pub on 100 Feet Road and most of our team split off to head back, she turned to me and said, "I could go for one more drink before calling it a night. Would you join me?" Naturally, I said yes, and we wound up in a quieter, dimly lit lounge at a corner table, just the two of us.

Once we were alone together and our drinks arrived, she leaned in and said that there was still a lot we didn't know about each other. "Like, for instance... do you have a girlfriend?" she asked. She said it in a very pointed way, the question she was actually asking was, are you available?

I looked right at her and told her no, I was recently single. She smiled and said she was too. Then she bluntly asked if I thought she was attractive. I told her yes, very much so. She smirked and said that on the first night, once I got a few beers in me, she thought she picked up that vibe in the way I looked at her a couple of times. I chuckled and told her she was absolutely right.

Then she leaned a little closer. "Haven't you noticed that I've been flirting with you? Why didn't you flirt back?"

I was honest with her. I told her that I hadn't wanted to be that guy who flirts with a younger coworker like a total creep. To which her eyes widened, and she asked, "Wait, how old are you?"

When I told her my actual age, she acted genuinely surprised and said that she had guessed I was at least five years younger, much closer to her own age. I told her I was highly flattered. She bit her lip, looked me up and down, and murmured, "So... you're a man with more experience..." She gave me a deeply devious, knowing smile.

"You like experience?" I asked her, my voice dropping an octave.

"Oh yeah. And I have plenty of experience myself, despite my years," she replied boldly.

That was when I finally felt like I had the blazing green light to make my move. I looked her dead in the eyes and asked, "After this round... do you want to go back to the hotel?" She quickly and certainly answered yes.

We walked the short distance back to the hotel, the humid Bangalore night air between us thick with palpable sexual tension. We passed an alleyway near a trendy cafe that was done up like an outdoor seating area, draped with string lights, paper lanterns, and potted plants. No one was sitting at the tables though, because the cafe had already closed up for the night. Suddenly, Anjali grabbed me by the hand and boldly led me into the shadows of the alley. She got up on her toes and kissed me hard. I immediately kissed her back, and we started intensely making out right there in the dark. My hands started exploring her soft curves, gripping her plump ass and pulling her flush against me. She could feel my cock starting to get rock hard against her thigh. That was when she breathlessly broke the kiss and whispered, let's get back to the hotel.

She suggested we go to her room, because she knew for a fact that the guests staying on either side of her room were randoms, not people from our company. When we were in the elevator going up to her floor, we made out some more, practically pinning each other against the mirrored walls. As soon as the keycard beeped and we got into her room, we started frantically ripping off each other's clothes.

She looked absolutely incredible naked, soft, curvy, slightly chubby in a very luscious, attractive way, with beautiful, heavy round tits featuring large, sexy dark nipples, and a thick natural brunette bush. Once our clothes were discarded on the floor, we made out some more on the edge of the bed, our hands hungrily exploring each other's bare bodies. One of her hands found its way to my cock and started expertly stroking it. A moment later, she dropped to her knees right there on the carpet and started sucking my cock. She was incredibly enthusiastic, and quite good at it. She didn't take me super deep, but her tongue technique was excellent, swirling around the head, and she had me throbbing and leaking precum in no time. When I started to feel myself getting a little too close, I told her to stop, because I desperately wanted to savor her first.

She stood up and led me to the center of the bed, where I got on top of her and started kissing her deeply again. Then I slowly started tracing kisses down her body... kissing her neck... her collarbone... down her chest to her amazing, bouncy tits, where I spent a lot of time licking, biting, and kissing her gorgeous, sensitive nipples. She arched her back, letting out soft gasps. I kept going downward, trailing my tongue over her soft tummy, until I reached her crotch and saw that she was absolutely soaking wet. Her natural juices were trickling out from between her prominent, puffy lips, glistening in the dim lamplight.

"Mmmmmm," I groaned in appreciation. I slowly ran my flat tongue up each of her slippery lips, tasting her sweetness, before putting my lips directly around her clit and starting to suck and lick, burying my face completely in her dark bush.

I ate her pussy with the sheer, unbridled enthusiasm of someone who hasn't gone down on a woman in far too long. I savored her musky taste and the incredibly smooth, slick feeling of sliding my tongue deep inside her. As I relentlessly lapped at her clit, I curled two of my fingers inside her dripping, tight hole and hooked upward, finding her g-spot. I pumped my fingers while my tongue lashed her. That intense dual stimulation soon had her thrashing on the sheets, letting out a loud, "Oh fuck, that's so good!" I kept going exactly like that, maintaining the rhythm, and before too long she arched her hips off the mattress and yelled, "I'm fucking cumming!" Her thighs clamped around my ears as she shuddered through her powerful first orgasm of the night.

When her climax finally ended, she collapsed back onto the hotel pillows, panting heavily, and said, "Holy fuck, no guy my age has ever eaten me out that good. Experience does have its benefits!"

"Mmmmmm, I'm so glad I could do that for you..." I purred, moving up the bed to hover over her. "Going down is one of my favorite things, so I've had lots of practice." I kissed her deeply, my face and chin still completely wet with her slick juices. She reached down and grabbed my throbbing dick again, stroking the shaft firmly, and whispered playfully, "I want to learn more about your experience..."

Kissing her jawline, I muttered, "Good, because I've been imagining what it would be like to fuck you all week..."

She hesitated for just a fraction of a second and said, "I didn't bring any condoms... I wasn't planning on doing something like this on a work trip. Are you clean?"

I told her honestly that I was, and mentioned exactly when I had last gotten tested. She nodded and said that she was clean too, regularly tested. And so with that reassurance, I moved between her spread thighs and started positioning the blunt head of my cock right at the slippery opening of her pussy. As my head touched her wet lips, she put her hand flat on my chest to pause me for a second. "I'm not on birth control, so pull out, okay?"

"Of course," I promised her.

"Good!" She looked me dead in the eyes, her gaze full of raw lust. "Now fuck me." She said it with a commanding, authoritative tone in her voice that sent shivers down my spine. In response, I thrust my hips forward and slid fully inside her.

She felt insanely good, so incredibly tight, clamping around my girth, and absolutely soaking wet from her powerful first orgasm. I started off with a gentle, rolling rhythm, but then she wrapped her arms around my neck, bit my earlobe, and aggressively whispered, "Harder!" I was more than happy to oblige. I braced my arms and started fucking her hard and fast. "Oh fuck, yes, just like that!" she moaned loudly as my hips slapped against her thighs, pounding deep into her pussy. The mesmerizing sight of her heavy, big tits wildly jiggling and bouncing with every single thrust drove me absolute wild. She was very vocal, shamelessly moaning her pleasure out loud and taking full advantage of the fact that the people on either side of her hotel room did not know us.

After a while, as I relentlessly pounded her tight wet hole, I reached down with one hand and started to firmly rub her swollen clit. I could feel her walls spasming around me; I could tell she was so close, and I desperately wanted to make her cum again while I was deep inside. The physical reaction was almost instantaneous, she threw her head back, moaned, "Oh fuck yes!" and started to violently climax. Her orgasm felt incredible, her tight vaginal muscles aggressively milking and clenching around my rigid cock. It felt so good it pushed me dangerously close to the absolute point of no return. Sensing I was about to burst, I quickly slid out of her, my cock hovering just above her dark, wet bush as she blindly finished riding out her orgasm. My dick twitched and pulsed in the cool AC air, right on the absolute edge. She looked down at it expectantly, her chest heaving, absolutely certain that my hot load was about to shoot all over her belly, but I managed to grit my teeth and hang on, just barely.

When she caught her breath, her eyes got wide and she got a huge, triumphant grin on her flushed face. "Oh fuck, most men my age blow their load as soon as I cum, if they even make it that far."

I laughed breathlessly and said, "It was really fucking hard to hold on... But I'm not quite done with you yet..."

Her grin grew wider. "Oh yeah?"

I aligned my slick shaft and slid right back into her drenched depths, immediately starting to fuck her hard and fast again. The intense feeling of my thick cock thrusting back into her sensitive, overstimulated hole elicited a powerful, guttural moan from her throat. She tightly wrapped her thick legs completely around my waist to lock me in, then grabbed my face with both hands and pulled me down to kiss her. We intensely made out, tongues battling, while I kept aggressively fucking her. This time, she reached down between our bodies and started rapidly rubbing her own clit.

Soon, she broke the kiss and frantically whispered against my wet lips, "Oh god, I'm gonna cum again!" This time, the overwhelming friction and heat were too much. I knew I wouldn't be able to withstand the incredible feeling, and I groaned back, "Me too!" She immediately loosened the tight grip of her legs around my waist so I could pull out safely. A split second later, I felt her body tense as she started to have yet another massive orgasm around my plunging dick. I stayed inside her for as much of her climax as I possibly could, letting her internal spasms milk me, until she had me perilously close to the very edge. I yanked myself out, gripping the base of my cock, and started furiously stroking myself right above her heaving chest. As she literally screamed her orgasm out loud into the quiet hotel room, I erupted, shooting thick, hot rope after rope of cum all over her sexy, curvy, sweaty body. As my heavy load splattered across her stomach and big tits, she threw her head back, laughed in pure ecstasy, and gasped, "Holy fuck!"

Once our intense orgasms finally subsided and my breathing returned to normal, I collapsed onto the messy sheets right next to her. We turned our heads and shared a soft, lingering kiss. "Holy shit, that was good," I told her, genuinely blown away.

"You're telling me!" Anjali responded with a breathless laugh. After laying there in a sweaty, satisfied pile for a while, she got up, and I joined her in the bathroom shower so we could wash the sweat and cum off our bodies.

Once we toweled off and put on the plush hotel robes, we sat cross-legged on her bed together and talked a little more. "Should I stay the night or go back to my own room?" I asked her gently.

"Probably go back to your own room, so there's absolutely no chance of somebody seeing us leave my room together in the morning. We should definitely keep this quiet, so it doesn't turn into a messy workplace gossip thing," she reasoned, and I wholeheartedly agreed. "Let's just play it cool and let it be an uncomplicated, casual thing," she added with a smile. "I know you're rebounding off of your recent relationship, and honestly, I'm kind of enjoying my slut phase right now... I think we can both handle it maturely?"

That sounded absolutely perfect to me. She walked me to the hotel room door, kissed me goodnight with a lingering softness, and told me she would see me at the convention center tomorrow.

When we saw each other at the conference the next morning, we both successfully played it cool and acted like absolutely nothing had happened in front of our colleagues. But whenever no one else was looking, she and I would exchange quick, naughty smiles across the room, both of us hyper-aware of the dirty secret we shared. That night, when the team went out pub-hopping in Koramangala, it was just like the previous couple of nights: she hung out with me and was very friendly, but strictly friendly, maintaining a totally professional boundary in public. But once again, when we finally reached the end of the night and the rest of our exhausted coworkers started piling into cabs heading back to the hotel, she looked pointedly at me with those dark eyes and said, "I think I'm feeling like having one more. Care to join me again?"

I did, and we spent another incredible, sweaty night of great sex together in her room.

We added each other on social media after the trip and continue to be friendly online, but the hooking up was strictly a Bangalore conference thing, successfully and beautifully uncomplicated. It certainly makes me look forward to the next annual corporate conference though...