This is a little fantasy I have about a man I work with. He and flirt, but I'm sure he has no idea that I dream up these little fantasies about him. I find him incredibly sexy.
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We went out of town on business together for a client presentation. Normally he would never go on a trip like that, but another member of the team was sick. It was almost too good to be true for me, sitting next to him on the plane, laughing and flirting. At one point I pretended to be tired and leaned my head against his shoulder while he read. I closed my eyes and inhaled the smell of his cologne, feeling a tingle all through my body. I could feel the aching warmth between my legs, and I started to get wet. Just when I thought I couldn't sit still anymore, the stewardess appeared with coffee, and I had to move away from him.
Our flight had been delayed, and by the time we checked in to our hotel it was nearly midnight. The hotel's dance club was already busy, and as we passed by on our way to the elevators, we agreed to meet in the club in fifteen minutes for a drink.
Because I knew that he liked the scented moisturizer I wear, I made sure to rub some of the lotion all over myself before I changed into a pair of tight jeans and a sweater that just barely came to my waist. It was tight and with the pushup bra I was wearing, I knew he'd like it. I could tell that I was right from the smile he gave me when I walked into the club. He always tried to get his hands on my chest at work, coming up behind me to tickle me in my chair. (It ruined my concentration many times... he would come into my office, rub my shoulders just for a moment while no one was looking... one day he told he that he would love to give me a backrub from head to toe, but I would have to be completely undressed. I could barely work that day fantasizing about him. Once he had told me over coffee that he had to work on a certain project all day. His voice dropped lower and he said that he would rather work on me all day... I made a joke about a quickie and he told me that our first time would take a long time. I masturbated for days, just wanting to feel him touch me.)
He had changed into a white golf shirt that showed off his tanned skin and nicely built arms and chest. He wore jeans as well, and they showed off his incredible ass. (I loved his ass, and one time when we were really flirting at work, I had even gotten daring enough to grab his thigh, just below that beautiful ass.)
He put his arm around me, and must have sensed my nervousness, because he suggested we do a shot. I've never snuck to a hotel room with anyone before...my heart was hammering already and I could barely look into his eyes, but I knew I wanted to go up to his room. We ordered shots of Tequila, followed by Coronas with lime. I've never had tequila before, and it burned through me and took my breath away. He still had his arm around me, and I leaned against him, and gasped. He laughed, and leaned in close, and I thought he was going to kiss me for just a moment. I blushed and took a huge gulp of beer, and taking his hand, I pulled him to the dance floor.
The buzz I was already feeling from the shot helped calm my nerves, and made me even hornier. We were off to the side, in a relatively dark corner, holding our beers and dancing. He had his free hand on my hip, now and then curling around to stroke the low arch of my back ever so slightly. I had my arm around his neck, and our faces were very close. We were oblivious to everyone else in the room, and they paid us no attention.
He drew me closer, and told me that I looked incredible. All I could do was look into his eyes for a moment -- my mouth was too dry to speak. I took another swig of beer and turned my back to him, as the beat changed to one of my favorite dance songs.
He set his beer down on a nearby table, and then his hands caught my hips again, and he moved even closer to me, so that he was brushing against me from behind. I couldn't tell if he was hard yet, and I danced, barely breathing and drank more beer nervously. His hand moved along my belt, so that it was almost at the center, and as he moved, his thumb slid under the edge of my sweater. He found my navel and began stroking it in circles with his thumb. My stomach muscles flexed, and by this point my cunt was throbbing, knowing that I would finally have this man tonight. By this point he was pressing harder against me from behind. I could feel the warmth of his chest on my back, and I could feel his breath in my ear as I leaned back into him.
