Sir Yes Sir!

Follow on to Yes Sir which introduced Em. Not required reading but suggested as it makes more sense to know the lead up to this story.

Comments would be lovely if you enjoy the story; always nice to hear something that makes the day brighter.

Enjoy...

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This is the best way to start a day by far. Em is lying with her head on my thigh. I can feel the warmth of her breath on me and it's stirring my imagination. And then some. So super sexy. Her hand strokes me lightly. She pushes herself up a bit, and the bedsheets rise with her, covering her just enough that I see the outline of her body. The curve of her breasts. I reach down, and move her hair aside to look at her face. Instead she moves lower again, back to my thigh, and then up a bit. I can feel her tongue touching the tip of my cock, teasing the wetness that is abundant. She stops, and turns to me and says "Bzzzt Bzzzt Bzzzt".

What? What the hell is that supposed to even mean? I grab for her hair, but miss. Dammit. Dammit! What the hell is wrong with her? Yeah, actually, why is she saying such odd things? And why does she repeat it? "Bzzzt Bzzzt Bzzzt"

I blink and look up at the ceiling.

The real ceiling. In the hotel room. At the conference. Alone. Dammit! The "waking up on your own and looking up to figure out where you are and then it hits you" ceiling. This dream was good, and now it fell apart. Waking up is stupid.

But oh my god. That dream. Just thinking about it and I can relive it all. The warm breath on my neck. Thigh? It was on my thigh. I think. And the way she looked at me as she licked me, tasted the wetness. I think. She may have tasted it.

Bzzzt Bzzzt Bzzzt

YES. I get it. Fuck off. She was licking.... I thought she had actually been riding... No, but she did position my cock right between those beautiful breas.... Wait, did she?

Bzzzt Bzzzt Bzzzt

OH FUCK OFF. I hit the damn alarm. The one I didn't even set. WHAT THE FUCK??? Is this even my room?

Again goddammitfuck. How in the hell is my alarm going off at 5:30? In the AM???

Yes. It's my room. That's my suitcase over there. And my phone which has not dared to wake me up yet. Nor should it. 5:30 is a crime.

Whoever had the room last must have set the alarm clock to get up early. Shit. Dammit yet again goddammit. Right. Who the holy hell even uses one anymore?

Well, I guess I don't need my 7am alarm. And what in the hell am I going to do about this hard wet thing. Jeez. That was some dream. Em was in it for sure. I remember that. And my cock. Which is drippy with precum. I should do something about that I suppose.

What's really annoying is that I'm too awake to return to dream, too tired to do anything without first getting a good hot cup of coffee, and unwilling to drink the sludge they have here in the instant coffee pouch the room provides.

So what to do? I suppose at least rinse this wetness off, get a coffee, wake up a bit, come back up to the room, and take my time pre-shower and see how much of the dream I can recapture. Then a hot shower and back to the expo hall for breakfast.

Right. This plan can work.

In the bathroom are the obligatory towels for 4. Why? Why for 4 people? If the room had two queen beds, sure, but it's only a 1 king bed setup. Sure, it could be fun to have 4 people here, but it's still weird to see 4 facecloths, hand towels, shower towels, and that one super thick bath mat.

Turning on the hot water at the sink and grabbing a facecloth to soak. Nice. Pressing it against my face I let the heat sink in and around my eyes. That feels awesome by the way. Hot towels that are just at the right side of hurting are a treat.

Next up, the quick resoak and then deal with this old thing. Holy crap, it is WET. That's enough precum to, uh, I guess to rub all over the lips of a sexy woman as she purses them to kiss the head of my coc....

NO. Not now. Must. Get. Coffee.

Quick wipe, deal with the wetness, re-rinse the cloth, wring it out, and toss it into the shower. A quick pass with the toothbrush as well, then throw on a pair of jeans, pull on a tshirt, and a pair of shoes. That's enough for 5:38 in the morning.

Then out the door. And walk 10 steps, hear the door click close, and realize my key is in the room. As is my proper ID. And I think I'm walking *away* from the elevator. Must. Find. Coffee.

Turning around I refocus my eyes, walk past my room and stop. Why not. I knock. Nope. Nothing. Em is NOT in my room. Or if she is, she is super coy about it. It was a dream. Again, I stress the value of a goddammit curse. Fuck.

Down the hall then and into the elevator.

Not a soul joins me on the journey down 17 floors. Nor should they. It's like, 5:40 (or 5:39. Or 5:41. How would I know? My phone.... Also in the room.) or some ungodly hour where normal decent people are still sleeping.

Okay, priorities. Coffee. Then a room key. The restaurant is open and I can smell fresh baking, bacon, and.... YES! Coffee is what I smell. It's glorious. A few other people are already seated at the restaurant having breakfast. Clearly insane to be up at this hour. First though, GET OUT OF MY WAY I WANT COFFEE. I stagger over to the hostess and hear someone behind me say "isn't it great to be first one awake so that you can start the day before the crowd". Really? Is it really?

Followed by "day 1 was fun, wasn't it".

Great. Conference attendee. At pre-6am. And chipper. Not my day. But *conference mode* means being pleasant, so I turn around, smile and start to speak before I'm even aware of what I'm going to say. To be fair NO COFFEE YET. PRE 6 AM.

"It was grEAT OH IT'S YOU!?"

It's her. Em is an early riser. And looks fucking amazing. How is that a thing? My brain fucking hurts right now. She's got a bit of a twinkle in her eye too, like she KNOWS that I'm still unawake. She just knows. Did I mention she looks amazing?

"Yes, yes it is me. You are VERY clever early in the morning. Look at you connecting memories and faces in the morning. Remember, you saw me just before we went to bed."

We did what now? I must have looked confused. She clarified, "I mean, you must have gone to bed right after I did to get up this early, or did you stay up with your coworkers after I left the party?"

My comeback was sheer brilliance. "Uh, I went to bed. To sleep. Right after. In my room."

The hostess chose then to arrive and saved me from my own voice. "Table for 2?"

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God bless Em, she ordered up a pot of coffee as we walked to the table. I needed that. At the table I placed my hand on the back of her chair in order to pull it out. "A gentleman, very nice."

Again, my cleverness took over and I said "You're welcome". And stood there.

Looking at her. And I did a pan from her face to her blue v neck top, showing just the right amount of cleavage (okay, maybe the right WORK amount of cleavage, but I would have been pleased to see more), to her skirt (just below the knees, billowy and white), and to the front of her legs, down to her ankles and stopped at her shoes and feet for a moment, noticing an ankle bracelet and nails that had been pedicured.

She cleared her throat. Yeah, I could use some coffee now. I snapped back up and looked her in the eyes.

"Sorry, tired," was my excuse as I pulled her chair out and she took a seat.

She looked at me, again clearly having fun at my expense. "Did you *just* go to bed, or did you stay up late and cause trouble?"

"No. No, nothing like that. I had a few email messages to answer, so I dealt with them, read a bit of the news, recapped my elevator experiences and just let myself unwind a bit before shutting the lights off."

She cocked her head to the side (no, she TURNED her head. Don't think of cock. Her head. FUCK, I just realized that *my* actual cock twitched a bit. Her head. It would be amazing. It would just have to be. Stop it. Stop thinking about cock. And head. And her....), uh.... right.

She *tilted* her?viewpoint? and asked "so did you wake up too early then? Or maybe you had a bad dream?" and I could hear the laugher implied in that.

"NO, and yes. I mean, no, it was a great dream, but whoever had the room before me left the alarm set for too early and I didn't remember to shut it off before going to sleep. Normally I'm up early, but the time change to mountain time messed with me."

She smiled and added "well, at least it was a good dream that got interrupted, so you can wake up in a good mood, right?"

She then added "what was it about?"

"Uh, it was a conference dream," I babbled out, "it had conference people in it."

She leaned forward a bit, and I swear to god she smiled huge with JUST her eyes! I don't know how that is a thing, but she did it. "Was I in it then?"

I paused. "Yes. Uh, I mean, I think, maybe, but I don't, uh, I don't recall the details, it, uh, it got away from me." I think I blushed.

Again, that head tilt. "Reeeaaalllyyyyyy. Did it now?"

At that moment we were interrupted by the hostess dropping off a coffee carafe and telling us our waiter would be right over. That carafe may have been almost as hot as Em right then. Literally. Steam. Coffee. Holy shit she looked great. Saved by the carafe as I didn't have anything clever to say. TOO DAMN EARLY EM.

So I just said "It was great."

"What?"

I said it out loud. "The coffee, it was great. That she brought it." is what I replied with.

What I could have meant was her, from head to toes. Or hell, her in the dream.

And then I added "Pour me a coffee, would you please?" I said it because it was next to her. The coffee was. I also said it a bit pathetic to make it seem funny and that I was unaware as I was still pre-caffeine.

"Yes sir," she smiled as she poured.

"I'd hate to deprive you of something you need so badly."

FUCK. That voice. I stirred again.

She had the coffee cup in hand, and said "about that dream of yours.... You don't know if I was in it? Don't remember? Or don't want to say."

"Please," I begged, "I'm too damn out of it to be witty yet."

Then I started to laugh. She grinned.

"That's beautiful". FUCK. I said that out loud.

"The coffee, it's beautiful. May I have the coffee now."

Now she played it right up. "Oh, of course, you may sir. Did you want me to sweeten it? Put cream in it? I'd hate to have you try to figure these things out all by yourself this early in the morning. I mean, you can barely remember a dream from 20 minutes ago." And giggled a sexy giggle.

"Yes please. Cream and sugar. There, just a regular coffee. God, for someone who looks this good this early in the morning you sure do play mean with the feelings of the pre-coffee crew."

She poured in the cream, added a packet of sugar, stirred up the coffee, and then. Goddamn. She took the spoon, with MY coffee, my cream, my sugar, and brought it up to her mouth, and licked the drop of creamy coffee from the tip, said "yummy" and then put it back into the cup and passed it back to me.

No thank you. I may be precaffeinated, but wow. I was NOT going to let that slide. I took the same spoon, popped it into MY mouth, and slowly removed it. "Agreed. Yummy."

Then I took HER cup, reached over the table, took the carafe, filled her cup, and asked "what would you like in it?"

Staring into my eyes she said "Cream."

I think I may have moaned for a moment.

"Just cream?"

"Two shots. Double. I like it creamy."

Fuck.

So yeah, I poured in the cream, stirred, took the spoon, tasted a drop, said "Yummy" put it into her cup, passed it back and then watched her. Because of course she did. Took out the spoon. Put it SLOWLY into her mouth, licked it, and slid the spoon out.

Raised her cup and said "Yummy, and creamy is how i like it so cheers to coffee".

Clink.

Is this even real? It's not even 6am and that's some good flirting.

A question from her. "So then what?"

"Huh? What then what?"

She asked "What happened after your mystery dream that I may or may not have been in ended and you got up? There is no way you got up, showered, got dressed, and made it down in whatever it is, 17 minutes or so."

"Yeah, I mean, I can do that, but that's now what happened. I got up, realized I wasn't awake enough to actually get ready, and not tired enough to get back to sleep. Hopped up washed my face to get the sleep out of it, brushed my teeth, and pulled on my jeans and shirt, shoes, and left the room. Turned the wrong way, walked 10 feet, heard my door close, and realized that I forgot my phone. My room key. My ID. And that I needed coffee. And here I am."

"Well," she said, "just jeans and a tshirt, so that's going to be easy to get out of when you need to have your shower. And those are the same jeans you had on last night. Is your conference ID or a key in them?"

Shit. I hadn't even thought of it. I shifted in my seat to reach into the front pocket and in doing so felt my cock shift. Rub against the button fly. FOCUS. YES! My conference ID was in my pocket. My name was on it. Good.

"You're brilliant," I said to Em as I stood up a bit and fished out my ID.

"Of course," she replied, looking at my crotch.

She added "and it looks like you spilled coffee but I didn't see a drop off the mug. How... odd."

FUCK. I sat down, glanced down. Not coffee. And the outline of my cock was clear. My pants had a wet spot on them. I grabbed a napkin. I dabbed at the spot, but that didn't help. If anything it made my leg wet. I was dripping again.

"Crap, uh, I'll change into work stuff after I eat and shower."

She smiled again, and added "that's a good idea, you don't want to show up with a, uh, *coffee* stain on your jeans."

I took another sip of my coffee and she said "so I look good, do I?"

Sputtering I said "what? Sorry, I mean, uh, yes. What?"

She said "You told me that for someone who looks this good I play mean with the feelings of a pre-coffee crew. And you are now post-coffee. Or mid coffee if you wish, but you should totally be able to keep up now."

She was right.

"And" she asked, "what do you mean that I look good?"

"Fine," I replied, "I meant you looked like you were all alert and prepped for the day and ready to go and looked good is what I was suggesting. Plus, well, you look really good."

"Thanks, a girl likes to hear that."

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We got interrupted then by the waiter coming to drop off the menus. He handed Em one first, then me. We cracked them open and sat silently for 20 or 30 seconds looking through them. I set mine down and noticed hers was already closed.

"So what looks good?" she asked, "specifically."

I offered up that I'm getting eggs and fruit, maybe toast."

"Not what I meant though," she added. Then stood up, did a casual twirl and sat back down.

"Well, since the lady asks specifically the gentleman must give a detailed accounting. I'd say that the blue looks amazing on your, and it's complimented nicely by the white. A great combination. The twirl made the skirt fly a bit and it looks good in motion. The purse matches the shoes as well, and the mani-pedi looks great. The off white luster has a nice pearly finish as well that looks good against your skin. The anklet is a nice touch. Draws attention, but doesn't take over. And the blue and silver look good as it matches the blue in your top, and to the silver buckle on your shoe straps. I mean, that's just a layman's cursory observation. Clearly it's still much too early to comment on more than that quick and passing observation, but yeah, it looks really good. You look really good."

She smiled as I spoke and then added "a real gentleman indeed."

"I'm glad you like the outfit. I wasn't sure what to wear, but I reached out to a friend of mine back home this morning and she told me I should go with this combination as it would be 'sassy and sexy' as she put it, so who am I to question her on it, right?"

As she said that she just stared into my eyes and then added "Sometimes a lady just has to do as she's told, isn't that right? Sir?"

I was already WAY too properly distracted by Em. My pants felt tight, the coffee stain was clearly spreading a bit more. People were going to notice that wet spot when I got up and I didn't care. At all. Right now I just wanted to knock the table aside, reach across, and taste this woman. Grab the back of her head and pull her in and kiss that sensuous mouth. If instead of a business conference we were having breakfast at one of the resorts that allowed public sex I would have literally taken her right there. The way she was flirting I think she would have allowed it. Instead, I took a moment, let my breath out, breathed back in.

"So do you always do as you are told?"

Staring at me she just took her spoon out of the coffee. Drip on the end. Tongue extended to catch it. "Yummy".

That was hot. Wow. And then it all got interrupted. The damned waiter.

"More coffee for you?" He picked up the carafe and refilled both our coffees. Asked for our orders. I ordered a fruit bowl, and 2 eggs, poached medium. And toast. Em ordered oatmeal with a dash of maple syrup. As the waiter turned to leave she called him back. Looking AT ME she said "can you also add a splash of cream into it please?"

He confirmed he would, and went to the kitchen.

Then Em flipped the discussion and asked what my day was like. Did I have to stay at the booth the entire time? Did I have any sessions? It became just a normal conversation for a bit. That was actually really nice though. To be able to talk like people and not just flirt. Was that all it was?

Just flirting? It felt like.... Frisson. That moment of excitement that just grabs you. She was clearly flirting, and then went to a place of friendly talk as well. It was actually totally lovely. Then our food showed up and as the waiter started placing our food from my left, and without missing a beat, she lifted her leg to my right asked me "what do you think of the anklet?"

My brain did a U turn. The waiter looked over, and almost knocked my coffee cup over with the fruit bowl, apologized, but CLEARLY had checked her out as well. She lowered her leg and as he left, asked again "what do you think?"

I had to remind myself, this wasn't dinner. This was 6:00. In the morning. The conference day started at 8:30am with a full breakfast session. If my alarm hadn't gone off I'd still be asleep right now. I had to remember to send a thank you card to that previous guest!

"Well," I replied, "It looks great on you. Is there a story behind it?"

She replied "My friend gave it to me just before I left for the conference. Told me to wear it and see where things went. She told me it would bring me luck and here I am, just in the early hours of day 2 and it's already doing the trick!"

"Is it?"

She winked. "Of course, a lady is at breakfast with a gentleman, and everyone knows a gentleman always picks up the check. Let's eat. You have your food, and I'll have mine."

I laughed. "Cute. And clever. Both the lines and the one who delivered it." She beamed at me.

Then Em added as she picked up the maple syrup, "Almost forgot to add that morning sticky sweetness," and she drizzled maple syrup onto her oatmeal. Then she set it down and picked up the cream.

"One more helping of cream with all that sweetness."

Dear god this woman. I exhaled slowly. "Wow, yeah. Let's eat."

So we did. We ate. We talked a bit more and when the bill arrived I paid. I looked at the time stamp on it. 6:28. How is that a thing? How in the hell did ALL of this happen and it wasn't even "alarm clock o'clock" for me?

"Hey, Em, did you know that an hour ago I was asleep? Now I've got to go get a key and head up to the room and prep for the day. Thanks for the company, the conversation, and the coffee."

I looked at the coffee in my mug and added "even if it's gone cold."