Chapter 1

Working as an engineer doesn’t offer much in the way of female coworkers, so there’s little opportunity for an affair. When I learned that the company was hiring a female engineer to do power steering product design, I held out some hope that she’d be young and attractive. I was disappointed to find out that she was a 40 something mother of four kids. Ellen had a decent enough figure for her age, bigger than average tits and a reasonably small ass, but she wore glasses and seemed a bit mousy. Her shyness may have been because this was her first job out of college. She’d gone back to school after her kids were born, and took classes part time until she earned an engineering degree. Being new to an actual engineering job, she didn’t have the self-confidence she needed to excel, despite the fact she was intelligent

After Ellen worked there for a while she settled in to the work environment. I found out later that she’d worked on an automotive production line after graduating from high school. That being the case she was used to the sexual innuendos and double-entendres from her male colleagues and was comfortable responding to vulgar comments in kind. Eventually Ellen became rather flirtatious with some of us, but due to her age and appearance we thought of her more as “just one of the guys”. When an opportunity came up for Ellen and I to make a road trip together to visit a customer I was a little bit excited to make a multi-night road trip with a female coworker, I wasn’t planning to make any moves, and didn’t think Ellen would either.

It came about like this. I was working with the customer to develop a new power steering pump for a new diesel engine the customer was putting into service in their smaller motor homes. Since Ellen was responsible for tactual pump design, we worked together to create the drawing and prototype. To assure the pump mated up to the engine, we needed to go to the customer site and do a fit-up installation at two different locations in the Carolinas. I told Ellen that she was responsible and should plan to make the trip herself. She replied that she wasn’t comfortable making the trip alone, but said, “I’d go with.” I agreed and began planning the dates, flights and hotel reservations.

A week before the trip we made our final plans on meeting and driving to the airport for our 6 AM flight. Ellen asked me what the dress code was at the customer. She wanted to know if she needed to wear a dress. Without thinking I said pants would be fine. Ellen replied that was good because she wouldn’t have to go buy panty hose. So, I blew a chance to see her sitting in the car next to me with her legs exposed, and the possibility of her dress sliding up.

The airport was a one-hour drive away, and since Ellen lived near the interstate, I agreed to pick her up at her house at 4:30 AM. We loaded her bag in the car and headed south. We hadn’t driven very far before she started telling me a story about her husband’s boss and how the bosses wife ran his life. “That must be some really good pussy.”, Ellen said. Which again shocked me that she would talk like that to a male coworker. We made it to the airport and through security with no problems and had time to grab breakfast in a bar in the gate area. We boarded on time and headed to Charlotte, NC. I’d managed to set it up for us both to get first class upgrades, but unfortunately were not sitting together.

On arrival in Charlotte we picked up our nags and rental car. It was early June and had been bright and sunny when we left home. I hadn’t checked the forecast, but had figured Charlotte being further south would be equally warm. I had only packed short sleeve polos and khakis for the trip and got a cool surprise when it turned out the temperature was in the upper 50s and it was pouring rain. Ellen must have paid more attention, because she had packed a rain jacket and an umbrella. I told her she must have been a Girl Scout since she came better prepared. She replied that she hadn’t, but had packed for any eventuality, going so far as to pack a bathing suit for the pool.

We drove to our first meeting in Mt. Holly and met with the customer to do a trial fit up of our new pump on their engines. Everything went well and we were soon on our way to the next meeting at another facility in South Carolina. We went into that plant and completed a similar fit up of the pump to the engine. After that was done one of the customer engineers wanted me to drive one of their vehicles with our product and give my impressions. Ellen went with us on the drive, and I nearly gave her motion sickness driving in repeated circles. Following the test drive, we finalized our plans to meet the next day and headed to our hotel.

We both checked in and decided that we’d head over to the strip mall next door, do some shopping, then have dinner at a nearby restaurant. We drove the short distance to the mall rather than walk due to the rain. I was still freezing and told Ellen I needed to shop for a jacket. She offered to share her umbrella as we walked from store to store. I eventually wound up holding the umbrella for both of us, since she was a good six inches shorter than I. I liked walking close to her, and thought about slipping my arm around her waist, but figured that was going too far. We shopped for about an hour then walked to the restaurant.

We sat across from each other in a booth off to one side. Ellen ordered a mixed drink, while I had a beer. We talked quite a lot while we ate and drank. After her second drink, Ellen became very open telling me things that made me wonder where the discussion was headed. She told me about how jealous her husband was anytime she travelled for business, and how angry he became when he found out she spent a night drinking in a bar with colleagues during a trip to Michigan. On that trip her husband had packed a vibrating dildo in her bag, and she worried that it would start vibrating in the car while she was riding with our colleagues. Another story she told me was about another of our coworkers seeing her and her husband walking out of an adult fantasy store where they’d gone to buy “sexy underwear”. I made some flip remark about her toys, and she replied that the dildo was her husband’s toy not hers and that they’d had some “detours” in their sex life. Stupidly, I didn’t follow up and request full details of those “detours”. Eventually Ellen asked if I’d ever had an affair. I told her that no I hadn’t for several reasons; I had a relatively happy marriage, if caught a divorce would hurt me badly financially, and the thought of what a waste if I didn’t enjoy sex with a different partner as much as the fantasy of doing so. I countered with the same question back to Ellen. She said she’d never had an affair either, and agreed that it wasn’t worth the risk.

I could have spent the whole evening talking with her, but figured I’d better get her back to the hotel. I joked that we could move from our table to the bar for another drink, but worried about making her husband more jealous. She said she really didn’t care how mad he got, but agreed it was time to leave. We again shared the umbrella walking to the car and I again fought the urge to put an arm around her. We parked at the hotel, got in the elevator, and headed up to our rooms. Before I got out of the elevator I told Ellen that I really enjoyed our conversation and she thanked me for taking her to dinner.

The next morning, we met for breakfast and were joined by our colleague Carl. Carl worked out of a remote office in the Southeast and handled sales. We drove to our customer and spent a day in meetings with their engineering and purchasing departments. At the end of the day, Carl invited several people to join us for dinner, but only Herbert took him up on it. We decided on an early dinner and drove directly from the customer location to the same restaurant Ellen and I had eaten at the night before. Ellen and I drove separately from Carl, and Ellen called to check in with her husband on the way, since it would likely be late by the time we finished. I could tell from her replies that her husband was asking pointed questions about what she’d been doing and who she’d been with. By the time she hung up, I could tell that he’d made her frustrated and angry.

As I sat next to Ellen, I noticed she had her left leg crossed over her right and had dropped her shoe off her left foot. She was swinging her bare foot lazily back and forth. Having had a few drinks and thinking of all the sexual innuendos over the past two days, I really wanted some physical contact with her in any way possible. I slid my left foot toward her just enough that she made contact when she swung her foot forward. I figured she’d stop and pull her foot back and excuse herself. To my surprise and delight, she started running her toes up and down my calf. I took this to mean she wanted some physical contact with me also, and she was probably wanting to fuck me as much or more than I wanted to fuck her. After she ran her left foot up and down my leg a few times, she uncrossed her legs and wrapped her right foot around round my left ankle and began rubbing the top of my foot through my loafer. I slipped my foot out of my shoe and rubbed my foot against hers. We massaged each other’s foot trading places for whose was on top. Eventually Ellen threw her right thigh over my left and again wrapped her lower leg around mine. At that point I really wanted to put my left hand on her thigh and slide it up to her crotch to see if I could tell how hot and wet she was getting. I was well on the way to a full erection, and would have loved for her to grab my crotch to see how big my cock was getting. I was afraid that Carl or Herbert might notice if I started rubbing my hand over Ellen’s pussy. I wasn’t sure if she could continue to appear as if nothing was going on under the table if I took it that far. Maybe that’s why she didn’t try to rub my cock either.

Eventually the beers worked through me, and I had to go take a leak. I disengaged my foot and leg from Ellen’s and slipped my foot in my shoe. I had to stand up and turn quickly as I left the table to keep the guys from noticing my hard on, although I did hope Ellen noticed it. I was tempted to go into a stall and jerk off rather than use the urinal, but figuring Ellen and I were really going to fuck later, decided to save it so she’d get my full load. By the time I got back to the table Carl and Herbert were pressuring Ellen to order another drink. She protested and asked if they were trying to get her drunk and that she’d be sick later. I was hoping she would go along with them, figuring it would only make her hornier and guarantee that we’d fuck later. Herbert suggested she order a shot of Sambuca, because it was good for the digestive system. Ellen gave in and ordered one.

Eventually Herbert suggested we call it a night because he had a 30-mile drive home and we were only staying in a hotel adjacent to the outlet mall. Carl picked up the tab, and we headed to our cars in the parking lot. Ellen naturally came along with me and again shared her umbrella as the rain still had not let up a bit. Once we were in the car, I wondered what would happen next and if Ellen really wanted me to fuck her. She was sitting in the passenger seat with her left leg crossed over her right. I put my hand on her thigh and told her the hard-on she gave me almost made me embarrass myself when I got up to take a leak. As we pulled out of the parking lot for the hotel, Ellen said, “No, I’m not going to do it.” While that statement disappointed me, I had to agree that having an affair or even a one-night stand wouldn’t be the smartest thing either of us had ever done. I removed my hand from her thigh and drove the last little bit into the parking lot. As I turned off the ignition Ellen commented that the last time she was that drunk, she almost got her nipples pierced. The thought of her getting them pierced made me even hornier. I thought about asking her to show me her nipples, but based on her “not going to do it” comment, decided to keep my mouth shut.

We got our stuff out of the trunk, and again shared the umbrella walking into the hotel. Carl was waiting for us in the lobby, and joined us in the elevator. Carl was on the second floor, while I was on the third and Ellen was on the fourth. After Carl got out and the door closed again, I stepped forward toward Ellen with the intention of giving her a brotherly kiss on the forehead. Even if we’d both decided not to give in to our desires, I was becoming genuinely fond of her. I put my left hand on her shoulder as I bent to kiss her, I was completely surprised when she tilted her head back so that our lips met and returned my kiss. Not only that, but I felt right hand on my butt pulling me into her.

At that point the elevator door opened on the third floor. I moved toward the door opening, and turned back toward Ellen saying, “I wish I could, but I can’t.”

Ellen said, “Wait, I have an idea.”

“An idea for what?”

“For how we can satisfy our wants and desires but not feel guilty about breaking our marriage vows.”

“You mean like phone sex? I do have to admit that as soon as I get into my room that I’m going to jack off. What about you?”

“Well my pussy is soaking wet, and I’ll definitely have to take care of it.”

“Did Tim pack your dildo for you like you told about for your Portland trip?”

“Maybe, but you’ll have to go along with my idea to find out.”

I stepped back into the elevator, let the door close, and it started rising to Ellen’s floor. “So, what’s your big idea?”

“Well we both need to masturbate. We could go to our own rooms and do that on our own, or have phone sex like you mentioned, but I was thinking it would be a real turn on if we masturbated together. If we don’t touch each other, we wouldn’t really be cheating, would we?”

“Do you mean masturbate while exposing ourselves to each other, or just doing it in the same room and not looking?”

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours! Of course, totally exposed, silly. It wouldn’t be much of a turn on if we leave too much to the imagination. Yes, I’m really suggesting we watch each other masturbate.”

The elevator stopped and the door opened onto Ellen’s floor. She stepped out of the elevator and looking over her shoulder at me said, “Are you coming, or heading back to your room to whack off by yourself? You’ll never know what you missed out on if you do that.”

“Okay, I’ll go along, but we’re not going to touch each other, and no more kissing, right? We’re just going to strip, show each other what we’ve got, and watch each other masturbate.”

“You got it. That’s the deal.”, she said.

Ellen walked on to her room and slipped the key card into the slot. I opened the door, let her pass by me, and followed her in. She dropped her umbrella and purse on the desk, and took off her raincoat. I sat my computer bag down next to her purse and removed my jacket too.

“So, how do we start this?”, I asked. “Are we going to strip totally naked? Who goes first?”

“Yes, we are going to strip off all the way, and we’ll do it at the same time. Here, I’ll start it off and you follow along.”