How it Happened

On Monday I made myself as pretty as I could with the weather drying out my skin , my hair, and many other parts.....it was colder than a mothereffer.



As I sat in the conference room hoping that it was sufficiently large to make me invisible I could only think of what I would say if or when he greeted me......I positioned myself so that he would not see me as he entered the room......wouldn't you know it, there was another door which would have him pass right by my row..damn. We did the usual nod and smile thing and I felt relieved.



I had hooked up a dear friend for lunch and couldn't wait to be picked up, all I had to do was survive the morning sessions and the coffee break. I wrote notes like nobodies business until we broke for coffee (or tea would be more apt). Sure enough, he had to pass by to say a more fulsome Hi.

With a kiss on my hand he asked where I was staying....I told him I had no intention of finding out whether "he danced as well abroad as he did a yard". I told him I had gotten in from Saturday and listened as he chastised me for not making contact from then. I couldn't give up the opportunity to underscore a few things so I told him I was unsure of which 'him' I would have met and thought better of embarrassing myself further in this matter. I also indicated that I was uncertain whether the news of my arrival would have been useful to him having regard to him having chosen to advise my boss, only, of his own departure.....seems the wrong Officer may have attended the conference. This drew laughter and my ire but I was too cold to offer a witty response. His posture was one of knowledge, you know...like when some knows that something is gonna happen, and refuses to clue you in. He asked about whether I would attend the dinner organised for us later that evening....of course, my answer was no. He whispered goodbye with mirth dripping from his mouth.....Damn, he knew I was weak.



As I wrapped up dinner and chat with some friends and had walked the last one out to catch her train, I decided to take a walk myself. Within minutes I was cold and lost....how come so soon you may be asking....my sense of direction is shit.....I applied what logic I had that was not totally frozen and questioned 3 strangers and was able to find the street that my Hotel was on. I went into my room and settled myself for a long night, the time differential always messes with my sleep....so I did some work I had taken along with me.



As I worked I thought about why I was denying myself the opportunity to share a bed with him, if only briefly.....I couldn't come up with a convincing argument not to so I researched his Hotel name and number and called just in time to catch him at the front desk, just coming in from the dinner......DAMN. We made the plans and an hour later I was awakened by a call from the lobby....I told him to come up.



My heart pounded with all the reasons I should not go through with it, and as I heard the doorbell ring I realised it may be too late to turn back. I tried to grab clothes from my suitcase so that my teddy top and panty clad body didn't convey over willingness. I gave up when the case hit my toe and all I wanted to do was scream......I let him in being careful to hide behind the door as I explained that I tried to make myself more presentable. The sight of him though, and the lurch between my legs told me that more clothes would have meant more stuff to take off and therefore delays to the inevitable. I was still cold though so I hopped, skipped and jumped into the bed to find that nook I had snuggled into as I waited on him to titivate. I thought about pouncing on him like a panther but I was aware of the sweet smell of body lotion and perfume that could have gotten rubbed off on his clothes and the possible problems he could have with wifey when she unpacked his things, so I relaxed under the covers and watched him undress, as I played R Kelly's "Wine for me" in my head.....he seemed overly comfortable around me.



He slid into bed with a warning that he was feeling quite unwell and were it not for me he would have opted to stay in. Again I fought back the fire and told him I was happy that he feared my wrath. I made up my mind though, well, almost, that I wouldn't bother him for sex, though I must admit that the sight of his hard on made it difficult to stay that course....that is such a turn on for me.

Anyway he started snuggling in on me and I started exploring the playground his body was with my fingertips and tongue......after a while, and noting that my underwear was wet from anticipation, I straddled him and asked whether he could manage a session. He agreed through clenched teeth as I nibbled at his nipples. He is good with his hands and when I protested at being teased for too long, and expressed a wish to be fucked right now, he slid on his condom and proceeded to make his dick find its way....sweet. The chemistry could have been better but it was good, he rode, I rode and rode, and rode and eventually he assisted me in making him cum....DAMN...if I can't make him cum on my own what use is this.



Sleeping with him was interesting...he cuddles too much...but he was sooo warm literally, that I snuggled up when I could and he did not disappoint with the stroking of my back and arm before he asked that I hug him from behind....I was out of sorts but I did it anyway cause, you know how men are when they are sick.....it back to the foetal position and the need for mummy's soothing attention.