The conference had been a complete success. She nailed her presentation in front of the board members, he nailed her a few more times throughout the weekend and as far as he was concerned things had returned to normal. He was back on top and he intended for it to stay that way.
It was with a great sense of relief and satisfaction as they both fell into their respective train seats ready for the 6-hour journey home. They sat across from each other at a table seat, laptops out catching up on business as usual events. The train was packed, mostly with other conference goers, the slick suits and power dresses had been dropped for more casual wear. But not these two, there was too much personal and professional pride at stake. They looked the pick of the bunch. Him in his 2 piece light grey suit, white shirt, baby blue tie. Her in a black and white dress that hugged her waist delightfully, completing the look with shimmering hosiery and her ever present heels, a rich shade of red this time around.
A few minutes before the train left they were joined at their table by the board members they met at the conference. They both shot each other a glance, the game was on. It was the board members who opened with polite greetings and pleasantries. They congratulated her for her stellar presentation performance. They also praised him on the work he'd done with her, even though that was a lie he'd told them to get the upper hand on her. She saw her opening.
"I'm sorry, have I misunderstood? He's not my boss. We're equals actually, same job title. He was actually in my team before his promotion," she said all this very matter of fact. But he knew her well enough to know it was drenched with smugness.
"You trained him well then!", the elder man scoffed. She shot him a wink, 1-0. He wasn't going to take it lying down.
"Yeah my promotion was a formality really, I was the highest performer for six straight months and now my team have been the strongest for the past two," it wasn't quite as emphatic as her comments but he wasn't lying this time. The board members seemed less impressed this time round but still congratulated him. He shot her a wink, 1-1.
This continued for an hour or so as the train stopped at various stations and people got off. During their verbal sparring she'd plant a heel on his crotch under the table and not stutter for a second, he would though, losing his train of thought inexplicably. He'd interrupt her at important moments, making veiled comments about 'women in the workplace'. She'd never verbally disagree but if looks could kill, he'd have no head.
To their surprise the board members alighted at the next station. A further shock was that their entire carriage was free of people.
"Bet you think you've really impressed them with your bullshit. All I heard was desperate one-upmanship," she glared at him through her glasses.
"And I bet you think because you batted your eyelashes a few times you're in at the top now. Fat chance of that!", he scoffed.
The tension was palpable. This had been going on all weekend and it always ended the same. He decided to move and take the seat next to her. She pretended not to notice but he closed her laptop in power move fashion. A hand shot to his balls straight away. She was stern looking, he had a smile.
"There she is," he said. A wicked grin on his face. She tried grab harder at his balls but the suit material was already stretched and she couldn't get a good grip.
"One trick pony, aren't we? Always going for the balls," he mused.
"I've had more joy getting through to on that level, than that level," her finger pointed from his crotch to his head.
"And I've had you bent over my desk more times than I can count," there was a pause as they both stared at each other a little longer than usual and in one swift moment they were at each others lips. There were 3 hours of this train journey to go and no one here but them. First class carriage all to themselves. They continued kissing, she could feel him smiling through her lips. She felt familiar flutters down below, a wet patch forming in her knickers.
He sent his hand roaming and found a stockinged leg, a skirt that he quickly bypassed before his hand went back and forth between the stocking and her bare thigh. He felt her shoulders relax. Her front had gone, she wanted him. She pulled at his tie to bring him closer. His smirk still legible through his kissing lips. In a flash is hand was on her knickers, heavy pressure being applied to a warm, damp spot. She let out a moan as shock waves shot through her.
The train entered a tunnel and they could see the reflection of themselves in the windows. It was pitch black outside as they came back out. They were in the middle of nowhere there wouldn't be a stop for a while. His lips pulled away.
"Would you say this table is bigger than your desk? Certainly not bigger than mine," he said with a wry grin.
"You know that's not true," she shot back.
"Yeah but I still think you'd fit underneath it," he put his arm under her thighs and scooted her forwards so she was halfway under already. These first class carriages certainly were roomy. She got on her knees and wasted no time at the zip of his trousers. Reminiscent of all the times she'd been under his desk during their various 'meetings'. He felt her mouth envelop his cock. Even after a weekend of hotel fucking he was still ready to go. Knowing what was underneath her business dress always helped with that.
She was busy at work, making it hard and wet. A sloppy but clean blowjob when a carriage door opened. She paused.
"Don't you dare," he said as her his hand greeted the back of her head and he rammed her face forwards. Making her gag and choke. He kept an eye out as the wheels of a refreshment cart made their way towards them. It was a young lad who greeted him from behind the cart.
