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.
"I'm coming, I can't stop..." she gasped as she came hard, clenching him with her vaginal muscles as she came. He groaned and came as well, shuddering inside her, still thrusting, until they both finished. He lay on top of her, still inside her as they kissed, both breathless.
"That was unbelievable", he said, "I've never come like that."
She could feel him softening inside her and he slid out, lying back against the pillows. Her hand traced the muscles on his stomach, moving down to stoke his cock.
"Easy tiger, I need time to recover" he laughed, moving her hand and kissing her fingers.
"Spoil sport," she retorted as she got out of bed and walked to the en-suite. She shut the door and sat on the loo, reeling in thoughts of what had happened in the last 24 hours. She had never had a one night stand before, but this didn't feel like that. It felt like they'd been together forever.
She flushed the loo and got in the shower, letting the water run over her head, eyes closed. There was the click of the door opening and then a blast of cold air as the shower door opened. Her nipples went hard in the cold air and she pulled him in towards her.
They kissed under the water, his hands massaging her bum. She turned around and twisted her head to keep kissing him while his hands moved to her breasts. He was hard again and Meg bent over for him to take her from behind. Her hands on the wall, he held her hips as he moved inside her.
Meg got louder as he got faster, hearing his balls slapping against her, she pushed harder against him, wanting him deeper and deeper. A hand moved round to rub her clit, pushing her over the edge as she came loudly. He came straight after, both of them breathing heavily. She turned around and wrapped her arms around him as they kissed, both keeping their eyes open as their tongues danced around each other.
Half an hour later and wrapped in her fluffy dressing gown, Meg made scrambled eggs for them both, throwing in the smoked salmon she'd bought as a treat. She hadn't realised how hungry she was until they'd got out of the shower, but thinking it through it was no surprise given how much physical exertion they'd had over the last 12 hours!
Ross had got dressed, ruining any thoughts there had been about admiring his body some more as he ate breakfast.
"I need to go home and get clean clothes," he said, pushing his empty plate away. "Do you want to come with me or meet up later?"
Meg pondered the question. Undoubtedly if they both went then they'd end up in bed again. Which would be lovely, but she had promised to meet a friend for coffee and a date de-brief.
"Let's meet up later," she said, reaching over the table and touching his arm. "I can't cancel on Kate, she's desperate to know how last night went and..."
"Kate? From Uni? I can't believe you still meet up with her. I hardly see anyone from Uni now except James -- remember him?" Meg nodded, remembering the slightly shorter, still very good looking friend. "He always fancied Kate but was never confident enough to do anything about it -- like me with you."
Meg spluttered as her coffee went down completely the wrong way.
"What?! But we both fancied you both but didn't think we'd stand a chance, what with the whole netball team running after you both!"
Ross laughed, shaking his head.
"Man, things could have been so different all these years. I'll text James and maybe the four of us could meet up. Unless Kate's married with 5 kids?"
Meg's smile vanished as she thought back to the last few months where Kate had needed all her support.
"No, she was married but the bastard left her after 3 years for his secretary. She was 6 months pregnant at the time and has been bringing up William on her own since. He doesn't want anything to do with his son."
