Reg said he was a member of an international investment company that funded different projects in the U.S. He was interviewing the CEO's of different businesses and reviewing their business plans. Reg's company backed many Internet start-ups and other businesses in exchange for a share of stocks.

He explained all of this on the way up to his room. Sarah was half out of body, stunned by the intense physical response she was having to this man. Was she really following him up to his hotel room?

And was he really shutting the door behind them?

Yep...

Reg asked her if she wanted something to drink, and she boldly said, "A drink isn't what I came up here for."

He looked at her, those sexy green eyes flashing a smile. "Then what did you come up here for?" He said it quietly, almost holding his breath.

She unbuttoned her blouse and decided to show him.

Reg's body was gorgeous, the probable by-product of racquetball or tennis. His arms were toned with gently rippling muscles, and his chest was trim and nicely shaped. There were curly black hairs all over his body, and Sarah was at this moment rubbing her fingers over them. She traced a path down his back, over his side, and down his abdomen to the snarl of curls below.

He was stroking her body with long, sensitive fingers, sending electric shocks through her with every touch. Sarah removed her black lace bra (funny that she happened to be wearing her good underwear today!). Her C-cups spilled out, and the whiteness of her large breasts stood out in stark contrast to her tan line above.

Reg let out with a guttural moan and buried himself in her breasts, nuzzling and sucking the nipples until her clit started to contract with the hot sensation. God, she wanted him. She was so wet, it was a wonder she wasn't making puddles all over the bed!

Reg seemed to be on the same page. "Normally, you know, I like to take quite a while getting to know a woman's body before I have my way with her. But Sarah, I find that I'm feeling rather impatient."

"I want you to fuck me, now," she moaned, pulling him on top of her.

He made no argument, but planted himself deep within her. He was hard and big and filled her with intense heat.

His motions were slow but measured, each thrust calculated to reduce her to primal groans. God, and she had heard that Brits were cold lovers!

She lost all rational thought as he fucked her deeper and deeper, slipping out, then slipping in, bringing her to the brink of orgasm, then slowing down again.

Then he wanted to fuck her from behind. She was so wet and so insane with desire that she merely turned around and bent over, doggie position. She wanted him from every direction, in every way. His thrusts were gentle at first, then more intense. As he slammed her from behind, she fingered her clit in the front. The combination of the two sensations was unreal. She was going to come, and she let out with sharp, whining moans as she felt the energy build.

He was about to come, too.

In a flash, she was sopping wet with his semen and her own juices, and collapsed happily at his side.

"Wow," was all she could say.

"Yes, 'wow' it is," said Reg.

Sarah's frisky British friend had given her a new lease on life. Or at least, he had opened her mind to some intriguing new possibilities in the whole man/woman department. The two of them took the rest of the afternoon off from work, and later on, Reg took her out for a nice dinner. Always the gentleman, he rebuffed her offers to pay. What a nice change from the miserly Ricky, who had always insisted on splitting their checks down the middle, even though he earned more than she did. Jerk!

After she and Reg had finished their last glass of vintage Riesling, she finally got up the courage to ask. "So, my new British pal, where do you see this going?" She tried not to sound too hopeful, even though she was falling for him awfully fast.

"Going? Well, my hope is to see more of you over the next months. Although I do seem to have already seen rather a lot of you, if you tally up each inch of naked flesh." He grinned as he picked up her hand and nuzzled it. She could feel the roughness of fresh whiskers against her palm.

"But when will you be here in the U.S. again? Don't you travel all of the time?"

He grinned again. "Didn't I tell you? I'm only staying at the hotel until my new apartment is ready. My company has me relocating here, since there are so many businesses to invest in. They want a man ‘on site' to keep up with the latest industry news."

Her heart stopped in her chest. She was speechless.

"You're not disappointed, are you?" he asked, concerned. "That I'll be around quite a bit? Are you anxious to get rid of me?"

She let out with a bark of laughter. "Hardly!"

All thoughts of Ricky banished to the past, Sarah looked forward to building a new, international, friendship. She had the feeling that the two of them could make some beautiful music together...not to mention some rousing soundtracks of sexual samba!

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