Monday... Nine A.M.
Warren walked into the meeting room on time as always to find that nobody was there yet. He sat down and got his spreadsheets out and prepared for the meeting. He heard them coming down the hall, the rest of his sales team. They shuffled in looking tired, no doubt another weekend of debauchery was the reason. They sat in silence sipping coffee and waited for Alex to start the meeting.
Warren was Junior on the team and had been for over a year now. That was how tight and exclusive this team was. Alex was well on his way to becoming the future CEO so working for him was the best thing that had happened to Warren in his few years at the company.
Still, Warren did not understand why he had been selected. By definition Warren was a nerd. He was brilliant at his job but off work his life was tame compared to the other guys on the team. He would listen in awe as they told each other of their latest sexual conquests. Warren was not a virgin but sex with his Finance had been awkward and infrequent. It was not particularly fulfilling.
As the meeting droned on Warren found his mind wandering to his upcoming wedding in a few weeks. The last 6 months had been trying to say the least. Endless, tedious hours with his FiancΓ©, meeting with wedding planners, picking out tuxes, bridesmaid's dresses, add working 12 hours or more day on this project had Warren ready to crack.
Alex's voice droned on in the background until suddenly it came to an end.
"Alright gentleman that about wraps it up, just one more item." Alex's voice brought Warren back to reality.
Alex rose from his chair and walked behind Warren and placed a hand on his shoulder and spoke,
"As you all know Warren is taking the plunge in a few weeks," Alex said shaking his head.
The room filled with a mix of moans and cheers. Warren felt his face begin to redden as he rolled his eyes, hating to be the center of attention.
"We all have tried to talk him out of it, but his mind is made up, so what kind of team would we be if we didn't send him off in style?" Alex asked.
The men began a low chant, "Party, Party, Party!" Growing louder and louder with pounding on the table "PARTY! PARTY! PARTY!"
A bachelor party at Alex's place on the coast! Warren's heart raced at the thought of it. The tales from that place were legendry among the team members. There would be strippers for sure and knowing Alex, there would be a lot more than stripping going on.
That thought got him excited. The idea of having sex with a woman who actually enjoyed it was his number one fantasy of late.
Warren loved his wife to be, Dawn but she was shy in bed and seemed to endure sex rather than enjoy it. She told him over and over this would improve once they were married but he had his doubts and this troubled him deeply. His passive nature didn't help matters and Warren knew this. Still he wished he was bold enough to "get his fuck on" as Alex was fond of calling it.
THE NEXT WEEKEND
"The party had been amazing to put it lightly," Warren thought as he drove home the next morning.
He had arrived Saturday afternoon to find it already in full swing. Later that evening after a lewd roasting of the man of honor and a series of lap dances with the good time party girls, Alex led Warren to the master bedroom, patted him on the back and ushered him through the door. He had then closed it to give him some privacy.
A woman waited the other side, smiling and in a semi state of undress! Her name was Kayla and for the rest of the evening she rocked Warren's world.
She had taken his hand and led him to the bed. She had seductively undressed him and ...
Warren turned up the car stereo and pumped his fist to the music as he drove. He had "got his fuck on" and was now on his way to "get his fuck on" with his FiancΓ©, Dawn.
Warren let himself in to their condo and set his overnight bag down. It was a high-rise building downtown. The sunsets over the cityscape made it worth the rent the couple often joked.
Dawn emerged from the bedroom, wearing a bathrobe and drying her shoulder length, sandy blond hair. She had an amazing body.
"Hi Bunny, how was your party? On second thoughts I don't want to know," Dawn greeted him with a laugh, calling him by his Nickname.
Dawn began to fill him in on the latest wedding updates when he stopped her in mid-sentence with a deep kiss and embrace.
"Wow Bunny what brought that on?" Dawn said, taken back by Warren's advance.
"Let's fool around," Warren whispered as he kissed her neck.
"Right now?" Dawn asked with apprehension.
"Sure, why not? We are consenting adults," Warren said with a smile as he untied her bathrobe rope.
Dawn was stunned at the way Warren was acting. What surprised her even more was his behavior was actually turning her on.
Warren pulled Dawn in close and reached inside her robe, his hands finding her soft hips and waist, still damp from her shower. He began kissing her neck and shoulder, inhaling deeply, taking in her scent.
Dawn could barely breathe, startled and swooning at the same time. He pushed Dawn against the fridge and Warren kissed her again with even more passion. Dawn gasped as Warren suddenly forced his hand against her naked pussy palming her lewdly. She groaned and kissed him back, desire greasing his palm.
Warren suddenly turned Dawn around and pulled off her robe. She was nude, he was dressed. Behind her now, Warren began kissing her neck as his hand returned to Dawn's wet pussy. Dawn had never been this sexually aroused in her life. Warren's finger teased her opening but never entered. He moved his hand and finger in small circles and gentle pushes made Dawns pussy clench in protest trying to capture Warren's pleasuring and probing fingers.
Warren grew even bolder as he caressed Dawns ample breasts and nipples. Dawn's sighs and pants became moans of pleasure when Warren slipped one, then two fingers inside her. His hand was almost a blur as he boldly finger fucked his woman. Dawn pushed back against Warren, her hand found his face and she tried to caress his cheek but Warren's busy fingers were demanding all her attention and she grabbed his hair just to hang on as her legs and body trembled with need and pleasure.
For Warren, it was almost like a dream. A hot wet dream. He was man handling Dawn in the kitchen at 11:30 in the morning and she was enjoying it as much or even more then he was!
Warren slowed the pace and said one word "Bedroom."