My long term girlfriend and I didn't get on at all well when we first met and, to tell the truth, still don't. We still get into arguments most days but make it up by banging like shit house doors in a gale to make up. The first time this happenned was at at a hotel conference for the company we worked in at the time. We worked in rival departments with competing agendas and neither of us would budge. Also, I was matey with her boss and she with mine so we were both working to make sure the other didn;t get promotion and preferably got the big e. After a particularly frosty brainstorming meeting I volunteered to stay behing and clear up. My heart sank when she said she would help me. I could see behind her fake smile that she was gearing up for a confrontation and I was not really up for it. As we stacked the chairs she made a point of getting her fingers trapped when I put some of the chairs on a stack she had just set down and behaved as if that was just typical of my overall ineptitude. For my part I deliberately handed her a tray which was off balance due to some full cups on one edge. Cold coffee went all down her casual, off the shoulder, gray woolen dress. I sarcastically said she would need to change soon before it shrank and got even tighter. She just scowled as her nipples began to poke through the tightly woven material. I confessed I was momentarily mesmerised and this gave her the opportunity to say "Why don't you take a picture". "Dont' flatter yourself" I snapped back and this triggered of a litany of gripes she had been harbouring all morning. Like I said, I wasn't in the mood so I made for the door. She got to it before me though, moving suprisingly fast on her red 4 inch stilletos, and flicked the door latch closed. I pressed against her to try and release the catch, but her grip was incredibly firm, due no doubt to her hours on the squash court and the gym, as was the fit young body which which was now pressed against mine. The semi hard-on that had sprung up due to her damp dress, and increased at the sight of her boobs bouncing energentically as she sprinted past me to the door, now pushed its full nine inches through the thin flannel of my chino trousers and her dress against her firm thigh. She looked down to see what was pressing against her, and then looked up at me, mouth open, speechless at last. A moment passed as my member grew even harder with contact. Her mouth gaped open, wordless, and moved a fraction closer to mine but her whole body was frozen rigid. I pressed my lipped against hers and slid my tonge into her mouth as she experienced her first orgasm.