Making The Bid

Sara walked into the hotel bar. There were still a lot of delegates milling around, but at first she didn't think there was anyone she knew. Oh well, no drink then, just straight to bed. She was actually leaving the room when she bumped into Beth, who looked tired, but managed a smile at Sara.

"Hi, how's it going?" Beth asked. Sara was surprised Beth had even recognised that Sara was on the bid team. Beth ran the whole show, and Sara  was just a summer intern filling in time before her first year at university. But then it was typical of Beth to know that kind of detail. She  was an impressive lady, and all the more so because despite her success in business she seemed, so far as Sara was able to tell, to be a decent person too. And pretty, and a husband and two kids. At 42 Beth seemed to have it all. Sara sighed. One day.

"Fine, thanks," Sara replied. She wasn't sure what she was meant to say.

"How do you think the presentation went?" asked Beth. Again, Sara was surprised. Why the hell did Beth care what Sara thought?

"Well I thought it was pretty good, but maybe too many figures and not enough vision thing." It was bold to criticise, but what the hell, it was a summer job, and Beth had asked.

"Ha." Beth didn't seem upset. "I thought so too. You're our summer intern right?" Sara nodded. "Is it Sara?" Sara really was impressed. "Listen, I think I'm done here, and I hate this kind of alcoholic gladhanding anyway. Care to have a nightcap in my suite? You can remind me what it's like to have it all ahead."

Walking into Beth's suite, Sara was sure Beth couldn't know how excited Sara was at this invitation. Not so much because she was having a private drink with the boss, although Sara was ambitious enough to want to grasp any opportunity offered. No, the root of Sara's excitement was much baser. Although Sara's sexual experience with other women was fairly limited, there was something about Beth that turned her on badly. It was maybe Beth's grace, her poise, the fact that she always looked immaculate but not as if she'd made too much effort. And the fact that, although her face showed the lines of her age, she still had a neat, sexy figure. How did she find the time to work out with all her other responsibilities?

They chatted, mainly about Sara's plans and where the bid was going, sipping mini bar whisky. Eventually, after a lot longer than Sara would ever have imagined, Beth said she had to get to bed. "My back kills me," she said, as if explanation were needed. "I had a car smash two years ago and it always gets me late at night. Tends to mean I don't sleep too well, which is a pain."

Sara's heartbeat suddenly surged. She couldn't say it, could she? "I give a mean massage, Beth. I learned on the beach in Thailand last year."

"You went to Thailand when you were seventeen?" Yes, but did she want the massage? "God I hope I'm as liberal with my daughter. That's a nice offer, Sara, thanks. Can't hurt, I guess."

Sara walked around the back of Beth's chair and gently rested her hands on Beth's shoulders. Even standing there felt so erotic, Sara's face just inches from Beth's head. She began working her fingers quite firmly along Beth's shoulder, and she could feel the older woman's bra strap under the white silk material of her blouse.

"Mm, Sara, that does feel good, you were right."

"Well this isn't really the right way to do it." Sara was shocking herself. How could she try to seduce the boss? Ridiculous. She'd probably destroy all the good work she'd done up to now. But the siren voices get pulling her onward. And the damp feeling between her legs. "On the beach you'd be lying down and, well, I could have access to all your back." There, she'd said it. Sounded innocuous enough, didn't it?

"My you are a perfectionist, Sara. Show this attitude in business and you'll get far. Actually the thought of a massage on my bed sounds delicious. You really don't have to."

No, but I really do want to, thought Sara. As Beth wandered through to the bedroom she called over her shoulder "I suppose you want my blouse off, right?" Sara rushed to follow, to see.

"Yes."

Beth slid the top easily over her head. She began to climb onto the bed, then a thought struck her. "What about the bra? You're going to tell me they didn't wear tops in Thailand, right?"

"Well it doesn't really matter, but the straps do get in the way. It's definitely easier without."

"Okay. I've been dying to get this thing off all day anyway." Beth reached behind and unclipped the bra, and Sara had a quick glimpse of Beth's full white breasts before she lay down on the bed. Sara moved beside her and began massaging Beth's back. Good skin, too, what an incredible woman.

"Mm that's good."

Beth worked away for a couple of minutes, but still the voices and the heat in her pussy drove her on. "There's a couple of things, if you want the full Rolls Royce treatment. First, I can't get to the small of the back, for that you have to take your skirt off. And," - she gulped, she wasn't really going to say this, was she? - "for me to get both my hands working properly I have to straddle you." She thought of apologising, but wouldn't that draw attention to her ulterior motive?

"Well, so long as you don't tell the whole team you saw me like this," Beth joked, sitting up to remove her skirt. Sara just couldn't stop herself, and glanced down at Beth's breasts. They were so creamy, and Beth's nipples were large and brown. Sara looked away quickly, blushing furiously, but Beth didn't seem to have noticed anything untoward as she stood up and sneaked her skirt to the floor, quickly followed by her pantyhose. Beth's panties were plain, navy, but a surprisingly sexy cut for a business-leading mum of two.

As Beth lay back on the bed, almost naked, Sara fumbled with her own skirt. "Um, I think I'd best take this off, I don't think rucking it up would work." She couldn't undo the fastener for what seemed ages, then finally she was slipping it down, but what the hell to do with the pantyhose? She felt ridiculous wandering around in it, but there wasn't any "business case" for it. What the hell, she thought, and scooted it down, saying "for the full Thailand effect."

"I can almost hear the waters lapping," was Beth's reply. She still sounded so relaxed. "Is that a thong?"

Sara was surprised Beth could see, but then she realised there was a mirror behind her, and her blouse only hung half way down her bum. "Um, yes, I have a thing about VPL, sorry."

"Don't apologise, girl, if you've got it, flaunt it. You've got a great body."

"So have you." Sara really only meant it as a return compliment, but she felt it sounded more than that. She tried to cover up as she moved towards the bed. "Do you work out?"

"I try to jog every day." Sara climbed onto the bed, and straddled the tops of Beth's legs. The crotch of her panties was just inches from Beth's panty-clad bum, and Sara wondered if Beth could feel the heat from Sara's pussy.

The massage was tender, firm, and infintely sensuous as Sara skirted so close to Beth's breasts and bum. Sara could feel that the crotch of her panties was soaked through, and she had to be careful not to let the wetness brush Beth's flesh.

"This is so beautiful, Sara, you're so kind to do this for me." No no, thought Sara, the pleasure really is all mine. "Do you know I can't think the last time I let go, like this, Sara? All day I'm in charge, and then in the evening I'm telling the kids what to do. Just putting myself in the hands of another person, feels so incredible. And you have lovely soft hands, Sara."

"Thank you." Sara paused. Could she do it? Could she really push it? "Do you want me to take this massage to the next level, Beth?"

"I thought this was the Rolls Royce."

"Well I'm offering the top of the range Rolls Royce. Trust me, if you want to let go, this will feel incredible."

"Sounds too good to be true," murmured Beth.

"Trust me," whispered Sara.

"Well I think I know what you're going to say," said Beth. She sounded so relaxed, so contented, so compliant. "And I know I should say no. But as of right now the rules are out of the window, and I am putty in your hands, miss. Tell me what to do."

"Take off your panties," said Sara. She could scarcely get the words out of her mouth.

"I told you I knew what you were going to say." But Beth reached back anyway and slipped her panties down. Her bum was white and soft and fleshy. She really did still have a good figure.

As Sara began unbuttoning her blouse Beth raised an eyebrow. "You have to get undressed too?"

"I want to get undressed too." Something about Beth's tone gave Sara confidence to talk how she wanted. How Beth wanted. Sara unclipped her bra and let it fall to the floor.

Beth looked at Sara's breasts without comment, and Sara could feel her nipples stiffen in response. Then Sara pulled her thong down and Beth's gaze dropped to Sara's neat vee of pubic hair.

"I didn't invite you up here for this," said Beth as Sara walked slowly back to the bed. "In fact I've never done anything like this." Sara climbed onto the bed, and straddled Beth in the same position as before, only this time she knew Beth could feel Sara's pubic hair brushing against her upper thighs and bum.

"Trust me." For a long time the massage was like before, concentrating on all the "innocent" parts of Beth's body. It was a deliberate tease, Sara's fingers moving closer and closer to Beth's lower back then pulling away at the very last minute.

But then, finally, when Sara couldn't wait any more, she stroked her fingers down onto the soft flesh of Beth's bum. She just teased and stroked Beth's buttocks for a while, before, once again, her own need drove her on.

Ever since Thailand, and the American woman in Phuket, Sara had had a thing about anal sex. More of an obsession, really. Samantha had focused almost totally on Sara's bum, and although at the time Sara hadn't been that bothered, in the months since some of Sam's obsession must have rubbed off as Sara found her erotic attentions increasingly centred on other women's butts. There hadn't been much opportunity to do much about it, but now Sara had Beth beneath her and she felt she could do what she wanted with her.

Sara slowly pulled apart the older woman's bum cheeks to inspect her prize. The flesh around Beth's bumhole and up and down the bottom of her crack was stained brown, and there was a cluster of soft wispy hairs around the wrinkled crater of Beth's anus. Sara stayed like that for maybe a minute, holding Beth's bum open, wondering what kind of thoughts were running through Beth's mind.