Dalton, Sarah, and Corey walked through the doors of the Denver Convention Center and made their way toward the event badge collection line.
Corey groaned and rubbed his head. "Did that whiskey creep up on you guys too? I feel like I got run over by a truck."
Sarah and Dalton silently nodded, both also feeling groggy and stiff from their night spent on the mountainside in the car.
"Hello, I need to pick up three event badges. Company name: Spruce Mining and Forestry," Sarah spoke with the attendant while the rest of the group waited nearby.
Dalton let his mind drift off to last night, thinking about Sarah's breath on his neck as she stroked him until he came in his pants. No other woman had been able to make him cum like that. He wondered if it was because she was older, or the scandalous nature of her being his boss, that turned him on more.
Sarah was bent forward slightly, leaning over the desk, filling out some paperwork to get their badges. Dalton's eyes slid up and down her figure, lingering on the tight fabric of her skirt stretched across her ass. Despite the amount of walking they would do today, she had insisted on a pair of formal black heels that gave her legs an even longer, sexier appeal. Over her skirt, she wore a fitted white button-up shirt with the top few buttons undone. At the right angle, Dalton could get a glimpse down her shirt yet again.
Dalton continued his observation until he met her eyes, suddenly ashamed to be ogling her so openly. He hurriedly looked away, but not before noticing her eyes narrow and a small smirk briefly passed across her lips.
"Here you go, Corey, and here's yours, Dalton." Sarah placed the lanyards with their badges over their heads. "Let's start on the east wing and move our way further in throughout the day."
The trio started to pass by rows of different companies peddling their products to hopeful investors and customers. Sarah stopped to converse with a few vendors here and there that she recognized.
While Sarah discussed a pricing agreement with a saw blade manufacturer, Dalton realized he was missing his phone. He patted himself down and checked his pockets but had no luck.
"Hey guys, I'll catch up with you in a minute. I'm going to run out to the car and look for my phone."
A short time later, Dalton was searching the backseat of the car, reaching under and between the seats. His fingers brushed against cloth, and he pulled on whatever it was. Then, in a swift tug, he pulled out Sarah's bra. It was a simple black bra, with a small amount of lace along the edges. Sarah must have accidentally left it in her rush to get out of the car this morning.
Dalton paused, then looked around to see if anyone was watching before holding the bra to his face and inhaling. It smelled of Sarah's sweat and her signature perfume. The scent brought back memories of their time feeling each other last night.
Dalton shoved the bra in his jacket pocket and continued his search for his phone, which, fortunately, was under the passenger seat.
He returned to the group, and they continued on their way through the trade show, meeting suppliers, clients, and other professional connections as they went.
Around 5 p.m., Sarah suggested they head back to the hotel to get ready for dinner.
They were to have dinner with one of their suppliers, Anderson Cutting Tools. The main sales contact for distributor operations was present at the trade show, and after meeting with Sarah earlier in the day, they decided some more relaxed business discussion over dinner would be beneficial.
Later, Sarah, Corey, and Dalton arrived at a local restaurant in downtown Denver. A nicer but not quite fancy restaurant--perfect for a few drinks and pricing negotiation.
The restaurant was quite packed due to many other trade show attendees having similar meetings within. However, the server was able to find them a booth in the back corner of the building. The lighting was dimmer back there, but not dark.
Corey and Mike, the other company's sales rep, slid into the left side of the table, while Dalton and Sarah moved into the opposite side. The booth was a little small, so Sarah had to press up against Dalton to keep from falling off the edge.
Dalton's heart started to race a little now that he was touching his boss again. He could feel her warmth through their clothing, which made his mind wander to what she looked like without it.
This is crazy. I'm getting turned on by my boss just sitting next to me?
Corey, Mike, and Sarah discussed some recent business opportunities and the possibility of further partnership in new territories for the next year. Dalton, still being new to the business, didn't have much to say. After they had finished their meal, still engaged in conversation, they decided to order some wine for the table.
One bottle soon came and went as the four of them moved on to less formal topics, such as family and the areas everyone was from. Sarah took the second bottle from the waiter and started to refill everyone's glasses. She leaned in against Dalton as she smiled at him.
"More for you, Dalton?"
"Yes, please," he said quietly as his glass was filled to the brim.
Unexpectedly, Dalton suddenly felt a hand on his thigh. Sarah gave him a squeeze as she laughed at a joke Mike had made, seemingly oblivious to what her hands were exploring.
What is she doing? Can anyone see this? Hopefully the tablecloth hides it.
Dalton's breath caught in his throat as her hand meandered up his leg toward his crotch. She was now gently stroking his cock through his pants. Her hand seemed to move in rhythm with every twitch as his cock strained to break free from his pants.
"Dalton, are you feeling OK?" Corey had noticed that Dalton seemed to be spaced out and distracted.
"Ye--yeah, I'm OK. Just feeling a little worn out, that's all."
Sarah quickened her pace on his cock, the pressure building. Dalton was afraid she was going to cause him to release his seed right there in the restaurant. How would he walk out of there?
Suddenly, as if sensing how close he was, Sarah pulled her hand away.
"You're awfully quiet, Dalton... Maybe we all need to go back to the hotel and relax some."
Sarah seemed to take pleasure in Dalton's frustration and discomfort. Dalton's mind raced as he realized she was just playing with him. Making him squirm where she had all the power.
They all filed out of the restaurant and started back towards the hotel a few blocks away.
Dalton was lost in thought the whole way.
Did that really just happen? I don't know whether to be excited or confused.
He continued his thoughts as he walked, thinking about the way she nearly made him lose control and ejaculate in his pants just from her touch.
After walking back to the hotel and going their separate ways, Dalton collapsed into his bed in his room.
"What the hell am I doing? I can't be doing this. She's my boss!" he said out loud to himself. His mind wandered to dinner, to the warmth of her body pressed against his side. It felt wrong to feel this way about his boss, especially with the age difference, but he couldn't stop thinking about the little coy smiles she flashed when no one else was looking.
Just as he started to drift off to sleep, a knock came at his door. Confused about who would be banging on his door so late at night, he looked through the peephole.
Sarah stood in the hallway, one hand on her hip, another holding a small tote bag. Dalton panicked as he looked back into his own room that certainly wasn't fit for guests. His clothes and other personal items dotted the bed and floor where he had left them once he returned from dinner. The only chair in the room currently had a pile of clean clothes and his jacket draped across it.
He cracked the door a little and said, "Sarah, can I help you?"
