Throwback to that memorable work trip to Singapore. It was always going to be a busy schedule of meetings and events for this trip, with little time for leisure activities, always having to be in business mode. That afternoon’s event was a lunch function – one of these corporate events where you take a seat at a random table, get served lunch and listen to some presentations, and you can either get really lucky or really unlucky depending upon who you find yourself next to and are stuck networking with for the next couple of hours. Thankfully that day, I was ‘stuck’ next to you. You were around my age, maybe a little older, amazing blue eyes, trimmed beard, great smile. We picked up on each other’s Aussie accents straight away. Our conversation throughout the event was comfortable, professional, but definitely veiled with some playful flirting. At the end of the event, we exchanged business cards and promised to try to look out for one other at the other conference events over the following days.
I returned to my hotel room with the intention to get a little more work done, but I naturally spent a bulk of that time thinking about you (not to mention doing some light LinkedIn stalking…). I soon realised that I wasn’t going to be all that productive and, considering it was one of the only nights on this trip that I had some free leisure time, I really wanted the chance to see you again, even if it was just for a night of unashamed flirting. While I’d like to claim that I then immediately hit you up in a totally smooth and charming manner, in reality, I spent way too long overthinking the most appropriate, hopefully non-creepy and somewhat professional way to communicate with you, in case I had totally misread signals. I eventually bit the bullet:
*”So great meeting you this afternoon. No pressure if you have other schmoozing to do on this trip, but I’d love to continue where we left off with those discussions sometime. Any chance you’d be available for a drink this evening?”*
Thankfully for my nerves, you replied pretty quickly:
*”It’s like you read my mind, Kelly. This evening sounds great. There’s a great little rooftop bar near the conference centre if that suits?”*
That evening, I spotted you quickly at the bar. You had ditched the tie and seemed a little more relaxed all round. You ordered us a couple of drinks and we continued our conversation while admiring the cityscape. To our credit, we did actually manage to talk business for at least the first ten minutes. It’s always a little tricky navigating that business/pleasure line, but your *”Now I really hope this isn’t too forward, but can I invite you back to my hotel?”* line was the perfect transition into the ‘pleasure’ side, so A+. And I don’t think it was any coincidence that you happened to recommend a bar that was just a block away from your hotel, either. A++.
We both maintained our composure on the walk back to the hotel, probably as we were both a little nervous that we’d bump into colleagues on the way there. Once we got to your room, I was relieved when you suggested a shower together to start us off, as I know we were both feeling a bit self conscious about the Singaporean humidity. I thoroughly enjoyed stripping you down to nothing and admiring your body, and you doing the same to me.
Making out in the shower is never quite as hot in practice while water is beating down on your face, but your kisses were, ugh, so good. I remember that at one stage, you had me pressed up against the tiles while you kissed me, with one hand cradling the back of my head and the other firmly on my hip, holding me in place. I was putty in your hands, and I’m sure you knew it.
Once we dried each other off, we quickly found our way to the bed. You lay me down and started exploring my naked body with your tongue. And what a skillful tongue it was. You had me writhing around underneath you just wanting more. I recall that you’d take these little breaks in between kissing and licking me, as though you were admiring and assessing a new spot of my body before diving in again. God, you made me so fucking wet. At one stage, you were teasingly licking up my inner thighs, then brushing your tongue lightly along my pussy lips and my pussy was literally throbbing for you. Then you made your way back up my body to kiss me again, and don’t think I didn’t feel your very hard cock rubbing against me.
*”I’d really like to fuck you now, Kelly”* you growled into my ear. God yes. I think all I could manage to express at that moment was a nod, and I just lay back giddily while you found a condom. I remember your cheeky smile as you slowly slid the tip of your cock inside me, and the way you kept your eyes on me, watching my expressions change as you pushed further inside me. You appeared to take great pleasure in seeing and hearing the way my body reacted to your every thrust.
While I was very much enjoying all this attention you were giving me, I really wanted to take the lead now. I desperately needed to make you cum for me. I flipped over to my hands and knees, and with my hands now firmly on the bed head, my back arched, I pushed myself back onto you in deep motions, doggy-style. That angle really seemed to do the trick for you, and you sat back, letting me do my thing while your hands wandered over my body. It didn’t take long for you to let me know you were close, and with that, I picked up my pace, riding you harder and harder, until you came inside me. You groaned and held onto my hips as your pulses slowed, then kissed my back before collapsing onto the bed.
The rest of the night with you was just as fun, with us enjoying each other some more, making one another cum time and time again, and with plenty more comfortable banter in between. I think we even managed to talk business a little more, somewhere in there.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9rl9yj/mixing_work_and_pleasure_on_a_business_trip_mf