John met Andreea when they were both working in the client consulting team of a small(ish) software startup. They just "clicked" as the saying goes, but with both of them in a committed relationship, nothing happened beyond some heavy flirting.
The closest they ever came to something happening between them was when John took Andreea out to help her buy a ball gown. With Andreea originally from Romania, she had no real idea where she could or should go. And John had known a few places and had offered to take her.
Back then, John had caught a few glimpses of her bare back and a hint of her underwear when Andreea had changed into a few gowns and had asked about his opinion.
And Andreea had smiled when she had seen the bulge in his pants and had asked, quite innocently, if he really liked this dress *that* much.
But nothing had happened. Not in the shop. And not afterwards, when they had gone out for a cocktail. The sexual tension was coiled up tightly but never allowed to be released.
The next day, during one of her tea breaks, Andreea told him that she had quite enjoyed the afternoon... and that she had to jump her boyfriend the moment he had come home. "I was just wearing the little outfit you helped me to pick out for under the dress, and when he came in, I pulled him into the living room, pushed him against the wall and told him: 'Take your clothes off, bitch'." Then she sipped her cup of tea.
John had just put his cup down and answered: "Well, thank you for that imagery, I guess, I'll have to take care of this now", and pointed to his bulge in the crotch. Andreea had just laughed and hid her mouth behind her hand.
She had moved on to another job eventually, taking her out of the country. They had loosely staid in touch, as you do, over Facebook and other social media sites, but after a few years, communications had trickled down to the semi-automatic "Happy birthday!" messages whenever either of them got a notification.
But then John posted the following on Facebook:
"Can I get some #followerpower? I'm supposed to go to Prague in a few weeks for an on-site customer training and looking for some recommendation on things to do and places to see. Mucho appreciated in advance!!"
And when John checked again a few hours later, he saw a comment from Andreea: "Hey, I moved to Prague for work about a year ago - will be happy to give you some tipps:..." and she listed a few things to see, what to avoid and added a couple of restaurant recommendations.
John clicked the "Like" button and sent her a DM, asking her about how she was and she responded right away and they started to catch up a bit. After the first few messages, he just went with it.
J-- "Nice dress in your profile pic, btw"
A-- ":-) Thank you!"
J-- "Nice bra, too :-)"
A-- "Hahahah... i have no bra"
J-- " Really? I did not notice that at all
That raises so many questions, but none of them decent
Well almost none. I might think of one or two innocent ones"
A-- "you are funny
I am glad you like the dress :-)"
J-- "you look very sexy"
A-- "Thank you 😘
I miss talking with you btw. I always had a lot of fun with you"
J--"We could meet up if you want?
But you'll have to wear what you're wearing under that dress only"
A--"Hahahahaha
It would be nice to catch up. About the outfit... I think it's cold in November"
A few more messages back and forth and the date was set.
John flew in late Sunday, spent the next two days back to back in customer meetings, but Wednesday evening was the date with Andreea.
She picked him up in the lobby of the customer's office building. She looked fabulous with her long dark hair that she wore open and her petite figure. She wore a long dark winter coat and what seemed to be very impractical high heels.
They hugged and kissed each other cheeks.
Andreea hailed a cab and directed them to a nice little restaurant in the city center, with plenty of dark corners where people could have nice, private conversations. They talked about work and mutual acquaintances, and then slowly shifted to relationships.
"No, I'm not in a relationship right now. I have this boyfriend..., well he's more of a boy-toy, it's not serious. But fun. I was supposed to be here just for a couple a months, but they keep asking me to extend my stay here. 'Just another month or two', they keep saying. It's really hard trying to get into permanent relationship like this. But, you know, it's ok, for now."
John took a sip from his glass: "Well, boy-toy doesn't sound to bad. Having sex whenever you want.. I assume he gives you what you need?"
And with that, the conversation centerered around sex and became more intimate and heated.
There were a few moments when John seemed to be a bit too forward, making Andreea uncomfortable. Then she pushed back, forcing him to retreat a few steps. It felt like very familiary territory, this flirtatious sparring, for both of them.
After a long dinner and plenty drinks, John started to feel the work of the last three days. Andreea punched him playfully on the arm after he stiffled a yawn once too often. "Ow! Stop hitting me! I'm exhausted after three days in a stuffy conference room full of boring people. Plus, I wanted to check out the sauna at the hotel, too. Little luxury on the company dime, you know?"
Andreea smiled, excitedly "Oooohh... sauna! Can I come?" she replied and leaned forward, allowing John an eyeful of her cleavage. Her boobs where small, but firm and she wasn't wearing a bra, if he saw that correctly. He wondered if she was wearing any underwear under that smooth green dress that complimented her green eyes perfectly.
He looked up into her eyes and nodded. "Sure, I guess I can smuggle you in. There's a second bathrobe up in my room anyway, and plenty of towels."
Andreea grabbed her little purse and her coat. "Well, what are we waiting for, then?"
They paid on the way out, walked in the cold air to the hotel, just a five minutes walk. Up in John's room, he dropped his laptop bag and sat down on the bed, taking off his tie and looked at Andreea expectedly, who looked round the small hotel room: "Do you think I am going to let you watch me undress?"
"Well", John said, "you know the thing about saunas is that you kinda have to be naked. Part of the protocol and all. Unless you want to chicken out? We can head down to the hotel bar instead, have a few more drinks before I call you a cab?"
