Many thanks to McSmoothie for his editing skills and feedback!
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Another charity golf tournament. So far this one was about as exciting as the last ten I'd attended. Forced fun with customers and clients. I didn't really play golf so I didn't even have that to look forward to. At least this year I was able to snag a hotel room so I didn't have to worry about driving home after the opening cocktail hour, which always somehow managed to turn into a 5 hour ordeal. With some folks drinking too much and getting a little too frisky, but it was never the cute ones, usually the smarmy old sales reps!
I worked my way across the room, chatting, making small talk and avoiding the more handsy fellows. Finally my boss dragged me over to meet one of my new clients, Nathan, in person, at last. He was pretty handsome, definitely better to look at than most of my clients if I were being honest. We had talked a lot on the phone the past few months about our business and I was already comfortable with him. He noticed I had an empty glass and offered to get me another drink. I hesitated but then remembered I didn't have to drive later. What the hell I thought, everyone was getting drunk, I might as well too! Forced fun after all.
He returned with a delicious glass of white wine, definitely not the cheap house crap I'd been drinking earlier.
"Thanks," I said, "This is amazing!"
"Well I figured we should toast our first in person meeting with something fabulous so I sprung for the good stuff," he chuckled.
"Agreed! Here's to a great working relationship and a fun golf event," I replied. Thinking, 'for once', in my head.
We continued to chat, getting to know each other on a more personal level. I found out he was a big golfer and had won this event several years in a row. I was impressed as it was a huge event played over a few days. The night wore on, but it was more fun than usual due to the great time I was having with Nathan. Other folks came over and chatted, more good wine was consumed and soon the cocktail area was getting empty. I couldn't believe how fast the evening went or how late I stayed or how much I drank. None of that was the norm for me!
The bar was shutting down for the night and last call was made. I thought about ordering one more but then Nathan leaned in and said in a low tone, "How about a glass of wine back in my room. I have a nice Malbec there."
Before I could even properly think, I said yes. I shocked myself. I have a rule: don't shit where you eat, don't mix business with pleasure. I've always laughed at my colleagues who ended in bed with a client or another colleague. It happens all the time, but not me.
Nathan lead the way over to the elevators and I followed. Like a lemming to the cliff, I followed. I guess I'd had just enough to drink to let all my rational thoughts go. I looked around and fortunately no one I knew was still there so maybe, just maybe I could get to his room with no one seeing.
And no one did. We arrived to his room unnoticed and I was thankful to see that it was in the same wing of the resort as my room only one floor up. I could possibly make a quick escape back to my room when the time came, whenever that was. I could just have a quick drink and leave with my dignity intact. But when we entered his room, Nathan turned to me and with the sexiest voice I think I've ever heard, ask me when we were going to get it over with and just kiss already.
There was just something in his look, all sex and pure man, that made me give in and cross that never before crossed line. I fell into his arms and we kissed. It was passionate. It was heated. It took my breath away. In that one moment I didn't care about what happened to my career. I didn't care that I was no better than the thousands that came before me and crossed that professional/personal line. That kiss was everything!
We broke apart briefly, stared deeply into each other's eyes. Both questioning what we should do next. Call it a night - chalk this one amazing kiss up to too much alcohol and go our separate ways, business relationship mostly intact? Or say fuck it and jump off that cliff into what was promising to be a damn good night.
"You good at keeping secrets?" he asked.
"The best. If anyone asks this NEVER happened. I went straight to my room after that long ass cocktail hour, alone, and went right to sleep," I answered.
"Good. Me too."
And with that out of the way, we crashed back into each other. Finding each other's mouths again, with as much passion as before. Hands roamed bodies, he found my ass, squeezing with just the right pressure. I found his growing cock, stroking him through his pants.
"Take off your dress," he ordered. Domineering but not too forceful. How he knew to strike that balance, I'll never know, but I love to be dominated without being completely controlled. I was done for. My legs turned to jell-O and my panties soaked.
Without missing a beat, I stripped down to my underwear. Since I never in a million years thought anything like this would happen tonight, I didn't have on my sexiest panties or bra, but being a thong wearer on a daily basis was coming in handy, at least I looked like a was trying. I did a full 360° for him pausing slightly when my back was turned so he could get a good view of my naked ass cheeks. He nodded with an approval I don't know I was looking for until I got it.
