I headed back to the ball room, mainly with the intention of saying goodbye to my old teammates (the ones left) and some old acquaintances I'd bumped into at this function. As I walked back in, making sure my outfit showed no signs of the naughty mischief I'd been up to I glanced to the bar and saw one acquaintance I'd unbelievably forgotten about.
"Chris!" I said in a happy voice to a gentleman in a perfect black suit, most likely from Tom Ford or Armani.
"Oh my god it's you! The gentleman replied as he turned around and confirmed I'd definitely identified the right man.
Chris was a fitness advisor for the national team back when I was an athlete. He competed a bit as well but as he was already 15 years older than me and most of my teammates (now he's into his 50s), Chris was already moving into doing more stuff behind the scenes. Chris also did a lot for all the athletes and stood up to help his with equal treatment and fair training regimes. Nothing ever happened with me and Chris, and back then whilst I was thankful for his work, I never saw him in a romantic or sexual way. Now that he was a bit older though... he'd got better looking with age.
Chris was no bald and clean shaved and looked so serious yet sexy and I was instantly turned on by just his facial appearance. And even though he was wearing a suit, I couldn't see he'd bulked a bit. Chris was dual nationality, Italian and French but was closer to his French side but now looked Italian for some reason. I can't work out exactly why but it was not a complaint at all.
We sat and talked for ages catching up on what we'd both been up to as we got two bottles of wine from the barman as he called last orders. Chris brought me up to speed on his business, managing athletes for both club, national and international duties. Naturally, with my past and our previous time as teammates, I was drawn in and very interested.
By the time we'd killed the two bottles we'd both flirted a little bit and I think had both shown signs of wanting to have a little bit of fun. Honestly I can't remember too much at that point of the night as the combination of mixing drinks prior and having the wine meant I was drunk.
Chris suggested we took an Uber back to his place for more drinks to which I agreed. As we walked out, we turned the corner of the hotel to another hotel's taxi rank and began to patiently wait. It was now nearly 1am and cold but like a gentlemen he'd wrapped me up in his jacket.
"Do you remember what I always used to tell you and the athletes?" He said after he put the jacket over me.
"You miss all of the shots you don't take, Micheal Jordan!" I replied but as soon as I did he gently put both hands on my cheeks and chin and kissed me softly and slowly. I then began to kiss him back.
"I think I scored?" He asked.
I giggled and replied "Yes" kissed him again and relied "You might be about to get a home run!"
Our Uber arrived a few moments later and again, Chris showed what a gentleman he was and opened the door for me. He got in the other side but I shuffled over as close to him as possible. The drive back felt like it took ages, but the reality was it only took 5 minutes.
The car pulled up outside a gorgeous house, with pure white steps that lead up to the front door. Chris helped me out, closed the door and kissed me again.
