Board retreat gets a little steamy [MF]

We have to start back this past fall. Sarah and I were in a group with three others for an outdoor training experience that spanned two weekends. The whole group really clicked well. Similar senses of humor, interests, wit, etc. Sarah, a blonde 5’6″ single mom of a teenager with a fit body and an average chest was the hot mess of our group. We got along great, but she was disorganized, running behind, all the fun stuff. But, she was our hot mess and we were there to help each other out along the way. Teamwork and all that.

Now, Sarah and I are both on the executive board/board of directors/whatever you want to call it for this organization. So we still see each other regularly and I check in on the status of her project. At the end of the training you have 18 months to complete this project to really finalize the program. In her typical hot mess fashion she was having problems. So fast forward to this weekend.

I just got home from a retreat for this board. Showing up Saturday morning I was making my rounds and chatting with folks when Sarah wanders over. We hug and chat about random things. I bring up her project and she is excited to tell me that she has a new idea for it. This new idea is something I can really help with as it utilizes items from my role on the board. So we brainstorm throughout the day and decide that we will work on the project some after dinner. Dinner comes and goes and we have some evening activities. Afterwards, we were having a campfire with some libations.

Now, Sarah is a bit of a drinker and I was late to the party. She was drinking Jim Beam and I was drinking beer. We were both doing the normal socializing thing, chatting with all sorts of people. As the night wore on, it got to be about 11 pm and there were just a handful of us hanging around, still. Sarah comes over to me and starts rubbing my neck and my back, obviously pretty tipsy. She is thanking me for all the help and telling me I work too hard, especially with all the things I have going on. She is saying some things that really made me feel good and her hands were wandering all over. She then bent down and just barely grazed her lips across my neck.

So, I am married, and I love my wife of ten years, but I was inebriated and hadn’t felt appreciated in this way in a long time. I’m also in my mid-thirties, overweight, 5’8″ with greying brown hair and a beard. I don’t attract much attention like this from women that look like Sarah. Needless to say, my brain was not doing the thinking at this moment. She stood beside me at times and I rubbed her legs and ass. I may have even gone between her legs a time or two and brushed against her breasts. I could hear her inhale sharply at this.

At about 11:15 it starts to rain. I stand up and say I am going to my cabin to do some work on my report for the next day before going to bed. Sarah then asks if she can join me so she can work on her project at the same time. Well, who am I to keep her out in the rain? So we head over to my cabin and sit on my bunk, laptops aglow. Before long, she puts her laptop down and starts rubbing my back again. I told her that I should return her favor from earlier and she eagerly turns around.

Only a few seconds in she says that she isn’t enjoying the feel of the fabric of her shirt being rubbed on her back like that and asks me to start rubbing under her shirt. Again, my previous disclaimers need to be said here, not something that happens to me. So I oblige and keep rubbing her back as she groans because of it feeling good. All of a sudden she just flops backwards onto be and grabs my hands, placing them on her breasts and holding them there as she looks up at me. She lifts up her bra and guides my hands to her bare nipples, encouraging me to rub them and pull on them gently. She then lifts her head up and kisses me passionately.

It is at this moment that I start thinking about the evening to this point. My dick is throbbing at the idea of being inside her. I want nothing more than to eat her pussy until she is writhing in ecstasy. But I stop because of how much alcohol I am smelling. I have had three beers, she has had a lot of Jim Beam. I tell her that I am going to put her to bed in the other bunk to sleep it off so something doesn’t happen we will regret. She fusses at me, but doesn’t put up much of a resistance as I tuck her into the other bed and turn out the lights.

I definitely regretted my actions. I definitely jerked it to the idea of fucking her silly as she lay just five feet from me sleeping off her drunkenness. When I woke up at 5 am (yeah, I am an early riser) she was gone. And not just out of the cabin, but she had left camp. She doesn’t live too far from where we were but I was still worried she got home safely. I have since texted her and called her just to remind her that we need to work on her project this week, but no return contact. I don’t know what will be coming from this, but I will definitely keep you apprised.

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