Meg was in the queue for coffee during the break of a mind numbingly boring business update course when she spotted him across the room. Surreptitiously looking over, she double checked. Yep, definitely him. She hadn't seen him in person since leaving Uni, but had done some online checks (who doesn't?) so knew how the years had treated him. Well. Very well.
Although they had been in some of the same lectures, they hadn't ever had a proper conversation, unless you count drunken ramblings in the chip shop after a night out when they both happened to be in there with their groups of friends. Their paths just didn't really cross -- he was one of the 'cool' kids; Meg, not so much. That's not to say she was in the geeky crowd, it was more like she didn't really know where she belonged and wasn't brave enough to take the plunge to try and break into Ross' crowd.
Meg picked up her coffee and made her back towards the conference room. As she went past she half glanced at him and smiled but kept going. She didn't want the embarrassment of him not recognising her and didn't know what she'd say if he did.
Annoyingly, he must have been sat behind her because she couldn't see him anywhere, which made the second half of the course very uncomfortable. Yes, it was big headed to think he was looking at her, but he
might
have been.
Finally, it was over. After filling in the mandatory feedback form she then started packing away, taking the free pen and paper as had everyone else.
"Hi, Meg? I thought it was you earlier but couldn't get away from my boss at break to say hi. How are things?"
She looked up and straight into his blue eyes. A bolt went through her like nothing she'd ever felt before.
"Hey, I'm good thanks -- you? I wasn't sure you'd recognise me -- it's been so long!"
He smiled to himself and looked at his watch,
"Look, I've got to head back to the office but are you local? It would be great to catch up properly. Are you free tonight?"
Meg's stomach flipped and she nodded, then immediately shook her head, tutting to herself,
"Bugger, tonight's no good. I promised a friend I'd help her with some work stuff. Damn. I've already cancelled her once or I'd..."
"No problem", he smiled that devastating smile at me again, "how about tomorrow?"
Tomorrow was Friday. Did it seem sad that she had no plans on a Friday? Hell, he didn't have plans, why should she?
"Sure -- how about Bill's at 8?" Bill's was the local trendy wine bar -- Meg had been a few times and knew that it would be lively enough to not be the only ones in there, but not so loud they wouldn't be able to hear themselves talk (she really was getting old having thoughts like that!).
"Awesome, I'll see you there. Really sorry, I've got to run." He waved over at someone looking annoyed in the doorway and grinned. It was lucky she was sat down. The effect he was having on her was, in all honesty, worrying.
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Saturday morning and even without opening her eyes Meg could feel the warmth of the sun trying to break through the curtains. She smiled to herself and half opened her eyes. Yep, there was definitely a naked man in her bed. A naked man who was ever so gently snoring.
Not wanting to wake him, she closed my eyes and let herself think back to how the evening had gone -- well it would seem!
They'd not stopped talking in the bar. Meg had been super nervous which always made her talk more but it was different to with other guys. It was all natural and it was like they'd known each other years. After the first drink they'd moved over to a sofa that came free and before she'd even realised it, his hand was on her knee, gently caressing her leg.
When someone rushed past and her hair blew over her face, he gently brushed it away from her eyes, then hesitantly leant in to kiss her gently on the lips. It would have been cheesy if it hadn't felt so right. He pulled back and looked at her, unsure if it had been the right thing. She moved back towards him and they kissed properly this time. She had never wanted anyone more. The kiss was gentle but passionate, their tongues gently caressing each other as his hands moved across her back.
It had been Meg that pulled away; She could see this was going to get very out of hand, very quickly.
Once outside the bar he pushed her towards the wall then kissed her again. She was kissing him back, running her fingers through his hair then finding her leg was bent up and he was holding it against him. He had whispered something about getting a taxi, and with no hesitation she had agreed and given her address when we got in.
She'd been forcing herself not to touch him, other than their fingers being entwined on the journey home. She just wanted all of him and the sooner the better.
Inside the front door it was like a scene from a movie. She didn't think it would ever actually happen like that in real life, but they were urgently kissing, his t-shirt coming up over his head in between kisses. Neither of them wanting to lose contact. She remembered clocking that he was tanned and ripped, but not too ripped, before he was unzipping her dress and pulling it down over her shoulders.
She had worn her sexiest black underwear, amazingly a matching set, more for confidence than with the thought of anyone seeing it. He kissed her shoulder and with his finger started pulling her bra strap down her arm.
Meg had moved his hand and dropped to her knees, fumbling with his buckle until she could finally undo his jeans and pull them down. Pulling his Calvins over his hard erection, she gently kissed his cock. Flicking her tongue back and forth he had gently moaned, taking a deep breath in as she took him in her mouth. He'd asked her to stop, worried he would come too soon but that's what she had wanted, sucking him, moving her hand up and down until she felt him stiffen and come with a guttural noise. Swallowing, Meg had looked up at him and saw him smiling. "Wow" was all he had said and that had been good enough for her.
Back in the bright sunshine of morning Meg was getting turned on just thinking about the experiences from the night before and leant over and kissed his shoulder. Not getting any reaction, she started kissing down his beautifully sculpted chest, until she reached his belly button.
As she moved downwards, she felt him move slightly,
"Hey you."
"Morning sleepy head," she replied laughing, "I decided this was the best way to wake you up without throwing things at you."
He laughed and turned himself around so that they were kneeling, facing each other at the end of the bed. He pulled her to him and kissed her slowly, holding the sides of her head to keep her pulled close to him. His hands started to move down to her breasts, grazing her nipples with his thumbs. An involuntary moan came from her mouth as he started to kiss her neck, moving his hands down ahead of him.
As his mouth reached her breasts and his hand slipped between her legs she could hear her breathing become heavier, grinding against his hand as his fingers stroked her clit. He gentle sucked on her nipple, his tongue caressing gently before using his teeth to gentle pull.
She sank down on her knees, unable to stay kneeling upright with the persistent rubbing of his fingers against her clit. He moved back to her mouth, kissing her deeply before pushing her back on to the bed, lying on top of her, kissing her all the time.
She reached down and could feel he was as hard as anything and adjusted herself so she could feel his tip nudging at her. He looked in her eyes and with one movement was deep inside her.
With her legs wrapped around his back, he thrust harder and faster, making her buck against him as she felt her orgasm growing.
