My first attempt at a story, not autobiographical in anyway just from my mind, and fantasies.
I wasn’t a fan of these things, three day conference, in a conference hotel setting, lots of people talking about work. But I needed to be there, I arrived the day before, checked in without issue. I took myself off to the bar that evening and ordered some food, a little table by myself watching people there for the conference drift in and out.
It’s where I first spotted him, he was quite tall, little dashes of grey in his hair, he held himself confidently maybe early fifties obviously looked after himself. He was wearing jeans and a jacket and I have to say he looked rather handsome.
Not that I would do anything about it, although now available following my divorce I would say a tad introverted and not there to meet anyone.
He made a fleeting glance my way as he left the bar tapping into his phone and I carried on with my meal but no acknowledgement my way.
I finished my meal, went back to my room and watched a bit of tv before getting an early night. Waking up the next morning refreshed with loads of time to shower, and get ready.
I slipped into my black heels, I have a fondness for heels and always have, I love the way that no matter what you look like or feel they always fit, the colours and styles have always appealed to me.
I had a quick breakfast, the breakfast room now full of people taking advantage of their expense account, opting for granola before heading towards the conference.
Id spotted the man from the night before making his way through the vast amounts of seats taking a spot within my view a couple of rows ahead. He was wearing a suit and tie and it fitted him well. Again a confident demeanour about him, the room filled up and the speakers delivered their speeches.
Lunch, thankfully was announced, a buffet was arranged and everyone headed to the dining room again, I found a small table which hopefully would avoid me having to discuss work topics or views from the mornings sessions.
I was sat people watching keeping myself to myself as a voice broke my daydreaming. “Is this taken?” I looked up, it was him, the man from the bar the night before, a charming smile on his face “no, please” I told him. He thanked me removing his jacket, I tried to not look but I must admit took a peek at his tight, fitted shirt as he sat down.
“Hi, I’m ben” he said, flashing a charming smile, I introduced myself as he took his seat. “How are you finding it?” He asked and this began the small talk.
He was certainly charming and funny, as I spoke he would look at me paying attention, his eyes glistening. I felt a little nervous around him. I tried to remain as confident as possible.
The conference was about to start again and as we walked to the room he asked where I was sitting, I thoughtlessly said a couple of rows back from him which made me wince as soon as I had said it.
Thankfully he didn’t notice, or say anything about me already spotting him, “come sit with me, there’s a free seat next to me” he asked nonchalantly. I agreed a little too quickly, taking my new seat next to him, I could sell his cologne, I have to say he smelt wonderful.
We sat through the presentation and sitting for some long makes me fidgety, I was starting to lose focus so I decided to go to the bathroom.
I used the loo, washed my hands checked myself in the mirror and left the bathroom, as I opened the second door into the hallway I saw Ben waiting outside. “I got bored, fancy sneaking to the bar instead?” He asked again I agreed far too quickly as I had liked.
The bar was empty apart from a couple of stragglers that had the same idea. He ordered a beer so I went with a glass of wine and we took our seats , more small talk, mostly him asking about my work life, he knew of where I worked and was asking questions. Every once in a while I would see his eyes move to my legs. I’d not worn anything short or revealing but sitting the way we were he could take in what I think is my best assets, skirt nestling above the knee, and to be honest I kind of liked it.
His questions turned to more personal, asking about home life, children, a husband at home, I explained my situation, divorced, daughter grown up and left. “How long have you been divorced?” He asked. I told him three years “no boyfriend or partner?” I told him no.
He was also divorced, the conversation flowed nicely and we decided to have another drink, he insisted on buying them and he brought them back to the table.
We continued chatting, he was charming and funny and flirty, I was having a great time I was also enjoying his glances up my legs.
“What are your plans for the rest of the day?” I asked making small talk. The expression changed as he placed his drink on the table.
“Can I be upfront with you?” He asked leaning closer to me. “Of course” I told him
“I feel there is connection between us, and I like to be upfront, so I hope you don’t get offended, but I’m sat here thinking how attractive you are, I can’t take my eyes off your legs. So what i would really like to be doing is taking you up to my room, undressing you so you are in nothing but those heels and making you come with my tongue”
I was in stunned silence, I’d never been spoken to like that before, but his words made
My body tingle. His hand rested on my thigh on top of my skirt “would you like to join me in my room” he asked. “I don’t know what to say” I told him. “Say yes” he told me. I so wanted to but I’d never been in this situation my hesitation obvious “there’s no need to be nervous” he spoke, his hand softly moving up my thigh his touch sending sparks all over my body “I want to make you mine” he told me, making my heart beat faster, my throat felt dry.
I looked at him, still lost for words “you want that don’t you, I know you are thinking about giving yourself to me aren’t you?” I could feel my skin blushing. He took my hand in his “come on” he said standing, in a daze I stood with him my body leading the way.
His hand never left mine as he led me to the lifts, the door opening as he led me inside, my heart still beating in my chest the doors closed. His hand dropped from mine “when I saw you last night I knew I just had to fuck you” he said as his arm wrapped around my waist pulling me into him. He pressed his lips against mine and I thought my legs were going to give way.
My body was reacting to his kisses, heart pounding, I was tingling over, the lift announced a floor and he stopped kissing me taking my hand, I felt like a giddy teenager as he rushed us down the hall way, tapping his card on the door and pushing it open.
The door closed behind him, the room exactly the same as mine, double bed, chair and ask in the corner, I felt him against me holding me from behind into him, his arms wrapping around my waist. I could feel his breath in my neck “you are so fucking sexy” he whispered into my ear, my body on fire and again my legs felt weak.
His hands moved to the hem of my skirt lifting it up my thighs until it was wrinkled around my waist. I let out a sigh as his fingers slipped over my underwear touching me between my legs, it wasn’t rushed or heavy but I loved the pressure, and the feeling of control.
“Wet already” he said into my ear as his fingers started to circle my clit over my underwear. It felt fantastic, I’d never done anything like this before and now I was willing this stranger to go further. |
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