I met Mathew at a legal conference a bright, articulate, attorney from Boston. A strikingly handsome man with short black hair and soft brown eyes in his early thirties. We met checking in for the conference flirting in that fun casual way the chemistry was palpable.
We had drinks in the bar talking law and recent cases we had worked on. It had been so long but I was a tracked to this charming man. I glanced at his crotch wondering how big his penis was. Parting for the night he gave me a friendly hug and we headed to our separate rooms.
That night laying in bed my thoughts were filled with him not sure why I was so taken by this man. I had been in a loving relationship with my live in girlfriend for two years men were a thing of the past. Still there he was images of him dancing through my mind.
During the different seminars and meetings the next day I kept searching him out. Sitting next to him, brushing his arm, smiling, laughing, batting my baby blues shamefully flirting. Finally he asked me if I would like to eat dinner with him that night. Jumping at the chance I suggested we skip the busy restaurants and order room service.
This would allow us to relax and talk about the days activities in the comfort of my suite. He agreed, giving him my room number a time was set. The rest of the day dragged on anticipating a wonderful dinner with Mathew.
Just a casual dinner with a colleague I told myself. Showering after returning to my room I ready myself for dinner. Slipping on some jeans and my Depaul university t-shirt I brushed my long red hair.
When he knocked I scurried to the door opening it to his handsome smiling face. He looked me up and down. a sly smile on his face, dressed in khakis and leather boat shoes. Entering my suite I poured him a drink and we made our dinner selections. Sitting at the round table we talked of the days events waiting for dinner.
We ate our dinners continuing the conversation my barefoot rubbing his leg. My after dinner intentions clear our desire growing. I rose to fill his empty drink pouring him another scotch feeling his hands on my waist. His lips suckling my neck I moaned at his touch.