Sometimes, jobs come with unexpected perks. Mine in particular has the luxury of business travel.
With the state of the economy and everyone tightening their belt on spending, it came as no surprise my company had asked if my coworker Amelia and I would mind sharing a room to help save on expenses. Being such great friends from our years together in college, both she and I were excited at the prospect of exploring Miami together.
Amelia was a sultry redhead with the smooth curves of a Maserati, proportions that were balanced in her favor, and the beautiful personality of the girl next door. She had just turned thirty and though many tried, no one had really been able to keep her interest.
Being one of her best friends, she and I had often times talked about her relationships. Many times she had confided that either guys were too interested in her for only the sex, or they simply could not satisfy her sexual side. Either way, she always felt that her relationships always lacked either substance or passion. That being said, it always baffled me as to why she was attracted to me.
I myself am not anything out of the ordinary, just a normal guy who takes care of himself and enjoys the adventure of life. I've got a normal stature, medium frame, am toned enough to see that I take pride in keeping my body healthy, but am not toned enough to be the next Channing Tatum.
Amelia and I had fooled around a handful of times in college, mostly as a distraction from college and the mundane parts of single life. Out of our bouts of intimacy came a lasting, deep friendship which to this day still thrives.
When we got word that we had been chosen for the conference, Amelia and I were instantly giddy about a week in Miami. We knew the trip would evolve into an all-out fuckfest, but neither of us wanted to admit it, since we both secretly yearned for it.
Once we had landed and checked into the hotel the first evening, we both wanted to immediately check out the local scene. Upon walking into the room and seeing only a single king bed and single bathroom, we both knew the game had been set. Trying to be respectful, we had placed our bags in opposite corners of the room, claiming distant territories from one another.
Not wanting to waste time, I offered the bathroom for her to change while I would change in the bedroom. Amelia happy took me up on the offer and we went on in a hurried pace. I frantically changed into my khaki shorts and Hawaiian inspired shirt as the silence from the bathroom gave me no indicator of how much privacy I had left.
With my shorts on and starting to button my shirt from the bottom, I heard the door glide open and looked up only to be stunned in amazement. Amelia stood in front of me with her hair pinned up by a large vibrant flower, a bikini top that fit her full breasts perfectly, her midriff exposed showing she'd been taking care of herself as well, and a sheer bikini bottom wrap that exposed one leg beneath the clasp while giving hint to her fair skinned complexion.
As I stood there in awe, she smirked and made a joke about me having seen everything before. Sure I had seen her around the office dressed up from time to time but nothing ever like this. The Amelia I knew in college was the typical cute small town girl next door trying to find herself in life. The Amelia standing in front of me was a confident woman who was comfortable with herself, commanded attention, and the modesty of a woman who had married too young to know she was a bombshell.
As I fumbled around to finish buttoning my shirt, she moved across the room toward me, only for me to realize she was heading for her purse beside me on the dresser. By this time though, it was too late and my erection was starting to create a bulge in the front of my shorts.
Noticing it, Amelia laughed it off and tried to change the subject by turning the attention to a recent tattoo I had gotten on my chest. I had told her about it but since having gotten it while working in the office, she hadn't seen it yet. She moved in closer to me and as I froze, she lifted the loose shirt off my shoulder exposing a good portion of my upper torso. As with any new tattoo, the ink was still swollen. Seeing this, she slowly drug her fingers across the tattoo only adding fuel to the fire of my erotic thoughts.
While I tried to look away and not pay attention to her fingertips softly tracing my tattoo, I suddenly felt her hand start playing with my belt. I had known that the week would be one long escape into lust, but I didn't know that it would start out like this, or so soon for that matter.
As my belt came undone, I felt the button release and my waistline loosen. As I turned to face her, I put my arm around her back and pressed her body firmly against mine. Now within inches of each other's faces, our eyes fixed on each other's and slowly began to close. I firmly pressed my lips against hers, letting her know that she was not entirely in control.
