I had met him, for the first time, several months previously on one of these short management courses. We had been isolated, along up with about 20 others, for five days, in a minor stately home turned into a conference centre, in the depths of the English countryside. The course itself was interesting, but he and I had early on showed an interest in each other. He was tall and well-built, and I found him very physically attractive. But I liked him more, because he was funny, and made me laugh, and did not take things too seriously. He had a winning smile, and his eyes twinkled when he was amused. He seemed to be amused quite a lot in my company, as his eyes twinkled a lot as we looked at each other. From a fairly circumspect start, as the course progressed, we began to seek each other out, in the coffee breaks, and sat next to each other at lunch time, and at dinner. We clearly enjoyed each other's company.
On the last evening of the course, there was a gala dinner, followed by some dancing. I enjoyed myself, and flirted with several of the men, but shared an, almost secret, smile with him whenever our eyes met. Later in the evening, when free-flowing wine had lubricated all our social instincts, he came up behind me as I was talking to some people, put his arms around my waist from behind, and leaned his chin on my shoulder, before saying
'I would like to dance with you.'
I smiled and moved to his hands away from my waist, while saying,
'..I am sure that would be possible. Excuse me,..'
I said to the people I had been talking to. Although I thought that I was handling it very well, I was in a state of some shock and excitement. As he had he put his arms around me and leaned his chin on my shoulder, he had pressed his body hard against me and I had felt his big, and very hard, erection pressing into my buttocks.
We danced, and he held me close against him, my breasts crushed against his chest, and his erection pressing into my belly. He was making me very excited, and I was enjoying pressing my hard nipples against him and feeling my pussy blossom and to moisten as his hard cock pressed against me. After just one dance I was ready for adventure, but we were interrupted by our colleagues who took us back to play some game at the billiards table. The party got noisy and raucous, and then one of our male colleagues collapsed, much the worse for wear. This seemed to be the sign for the party to break up. He, and another of the bigger men, took it upon themselves to carry the victim up to his room. Others began to leave too and, after loitering for a little in case he returned, I also went to my room I was a little disappointed, but thought that perhaps it was just as well, as who knows what might have happened. As I undressed, I entertained myself with thoughts of what might have happened, and when I lay down I played with some of the scenarios, and came three times with him before I went to sleep. I did not see him the next day, and left without saying goodbye to him.
Several months later, one of the course participants arranged a dinner for as many of us as could to make it: to compare notes, and remember what we had done on our course. Although I held no expectations for the evening, I had enjoyed the company of most of my colleagues, so I went along to the dinner. He was there, and I was surprised at my own strong physical arousal, as soon as I saw him. When he saw me, across the room, he smiled broadly, and twinkled at me, and then deliberately, but greeting everyone on his way, made his way across the room to see me. He held me lightly at the waist, somehow managing to do get his hands under my loose blouse, and touch my bare skin as he kissed me on both cheeks.
'How lovely to see you again,' he murmured, as I was overwhelmed with waves of pleasure and desire, and I could not say anything except,
'Yes, isn't it.'
He let go of me, stood back, and smiled intimately at me.
'Will you sit next to me at dinner, please?'
'Of course,' I replied, as lightly as I could manage, 'I really want to know how you have implemented it all at those ideas from the course,' and I smiled at him so that he knew that I was not serious.
He, on the other hand, suddenly looked a very serious, and said,
'Well, there is at least one idea that I had on the course, that I have not yet implemented, but hope to do so is soon.'
Then he smiled warmly at me and moved on to talk to someone else, as someone else came to greet to me.
We did not talk again until it was time to sit down before dinner and he sought me out, and sat next to me on my right. We were surrounded by our colleagues, and the conversation was light, and we laughed a lot. At the end of the main course, while we were waiting for dessert, I was talking to the person on my left, and learning about life in or the media. He was talking across the table to the woman who was big in a merchant bank in the City. As we continued our respective conversations I felt his hand move across, and rest on my thigh, just above my knee, and below the level of my short skirt. I was wearing no stockings, and to feel his skin on mine, in a non public area, was a shock, but a very pleasant one.
Our conversations continued but to encourage him, I first squeezed my legs together so that his hand was trapped between my thighs, and then spread my legs more widely apart. While my mind remained engaged with my conversation, one part of it wondered what would happen next in my lower body. My body, on the other hand, was very clear about what it thought should happen next. My nipples hardened under my blouse and within moments, my tiny thong had slipped between the swollen lips of my pussy, and was rubbing against the wet stiffness of my clit.I reached under the table and covered his hand to with my own. I pressed down, and holding it, I encouraged its movement up the inside of my thigh. He began to stroke the inside of my thigh, up and down, and I got very excited, and shivered with pleasure, and my conversation with the person on my left faltered.
Luckily the desserts arrived at this time, and we were all occupied with eating that. I glanced to my right, and he smiled warmly at me and squeezed my thigh under the table. When I had finished eating I put my hand down, and placed it on his lap next to me. I could feel his long hard cock under his trousers, and I let out a small involuntary gasp and my buttocks clenched as excitement and desire pulsed through my pussy. He noticed my excitement and moved his hand up to the top of my leg and, moving my thong out of my dripping pussy, he slid two fingers directly into me. I tightened my grip on his cock through his trousers, finding it a very difficult to hide my desire and arousal from the rest of the table. Luckily conversations had to began all around the table and the two of us were left in a self-contained bubble of silence and desire.
'I think, perhaps, you might want to see the garden,' he murmured to me.
'Yes,' I replied, 'some fresh air might be nice.'
And we excused ourselves from the table, saying we were going to freshen up, and he led me outside into the garden. We walked around the corner of the building from the dining room window, but we could still hear the laughter and conversation within. He turned me and held me on the shoulders and pressed me against the wall, his whole body pressed against me, his very erect cock pushing into my belly. He kissed me hard on the mouth and I responded desperately. I felt as if I was going to burst with desire and lust for him. His hand explored under my blouse, and lifted my bra over my big tits, so that they were free, my hot hard nipples pushing forward. He fondled my tits and began to play with my nipples as we kissed and I could not help but push back against him, my pussy and clit throbbing with need for him.
He moved away slightly, in order to move his head down to lick and kiss and suck my nipples. I moaned with the pleasure of it and, reaching across, I began to undo his belt, and unzip his trousers. As he kissed and sucked and nuzzled my nipples, I reached into his trousers, and his boxer shorts, and grasped hold of his hot, hard, and very erect cock. It was his turn to gasp. I pulled him towards me by his cock and he straightened up as I pulled my skirt up over my hips and guided his cock between my legs. I began to rub it on my clit as he pressed me against him, my naked tits rubbing on his shirt, his hard cock rubbing my clit. I leaned into his shoulder and came, big, with a sob and cry.
'I want you inside me,' I said, lifting my right leg and helping him to slide his hard cock into me.
I wrapped my leg around his waist, pressing his buttocks against me and felt all of him fill me up as he began to pump into me. He murmured inarticulate things to me and I lost myself in the pleasure of a big hard cock inside me, my tits pressing against his chest, and the frisson of being almost in public. It was the sound of loud laughter from the dining room which, with its reminder of where we were, and why we were here, brought me to my second big orgasm. He paused as I recovered, and then he whispered into my ear,
