Networking Part I [F; Sexual Tension]

Mia’s plane touched down in Montreal. She was excited to attend her first Economics Association conference. She had been dreaming of coming to Montreal for years – she’d heard great things about the architecture, the bars, the men…

Mia had submitted her presentation proposal a few months earlier, and was thrilled to be accepted. As a fresh graduate working as a Data Analyst at an affordable housing non-profit, she was still learning the ropes of the industry, and this was a great opportunity. She sometimes envied her peer economists who went on to work for hedge funds, consulting firms, and banks. They got corporate credit cards and flew business class, but she knew she had chosen the right career.

The conference opening reception was a massive party in an old hotel in the heart of Montreal. No expense was spared as floral arrangements, entertainers, catering and trays of drinks filled the ballrooms and patios. One of the benefits of working in this corporate field was that everyone knew how to dress to impress. She had chosen a summery wrap dress that tied at the waist with a purple ribbon, but she was under-dressed compared to the lavish outfits surrounding her.

Outside on the patio she ordered herself a white wine and joined a group of young professionals that had gathered, talking casually and drinking alfresco. She recognized several of them as acquaintances from past networking events and some of her friends from university.

Mia caught up with her comrades and scanned the crowd for other people she knew. Her eyes caught a familiar sight. Julian had the same alma mater as her, he had been a few years ahead of her in school. They weren’t close friends, but they had chatted at events before back home.

She recounted a conversation at a networking event when told her about his work as an investment consultant. He clearly excelled at his work, as he was only two years older than her but was already an Associate at his firm. She remembered how he had paid just the right amount of attention to her when they’d met in the past. He didn’t let his senior position get to his head. He had playfully cracked jokes with her in his deep voice, and generously offered his business card in case she ever needed anything. Even though she had last seen him 6 months ago, Mia recalled in detail his dark cropped hair, impossibly perfect cupid’s bow lips that pursed into a dimpled smile, and sturdy build. She remembered the texture of his strong, tidy hands as he had handed her the card. Mia admired him, equally for his business prowess and his natural good looks.

Mia approached Julian as he socialized with a group of consultants.

“Hi – Julian, is it? I remember you from the Board of Trade mixer last year, I don’t know if you remember me. I’m Mia.” Mia held out her petite hand which Julian shook. He took a friendly step towards her.

“Of course I remember you, Mia! You wanted to go into non-profit work after you graduated, did you end up doing that?” inquired Julian thoughtfully.

“Yeah, I did actually. Social housing,” she modestly shrugged. Julian raised his eyebrows, impressed. He had a welcoming, friendly, familiar aura. Tonight he looked particularly dashing. His slamming body filled his tailored suit perfectly.

Julian introduced Mia to the circle of peers. She shook hands with the others, quickly became chummy with the group. They decided to hit the bar.

“What are you drinking?” Julian asked Mia as he glanced at her empty glass.

“White wine,” Mia responded, and before she could say another word Julian was ordering her a refill, and one for himself. She responsibly took the drink, clinked with Julian’s glass, and thanked him. She knew that more established professionals typically bought juniors drinks at these conferences, but she couldn’t help but cheekily dream that this was more flirty than a polite gesture.

Mia knew that conferences weren’t all formal sessions. At night they became a place for friends to catch up, retelling stories of past drunken nights at last years’ event and make new memories. At midnight, the party officially shut down. The older crowd with strict sleep schedules and family obligations had cleared out hours ago.

The remaining tipsy, boisterous co eds in formal wear skipped through the hotel lobby and out into the night. The finance bros, with their ties loosened and sleeves rolled up, decided to hit up some of Montreal’s famous canal bars. Mia desperately wanted to go, but she couldn’t trust herself to not say anything inappropriate or cross any lines. Plus, she didn’t want Julian to think she was clingy. She parted with the jolly group of drunk professionals and walked through the warm night air back to her hotel, thoroughly delighted at how the trip was going so far.

By the time she got to her room it was almost one in the morning. Her feet hurt from standing in heels at the party and she was sticky and sweaty from the July humidity, but she felt like she was on a cloud. Her mind kept replaying moments with Julian – catching his eye, toasting their glasses, hearing his deep laugh.

Mia kicked off her shoes and pulled her dress off over her head. As she walked towards her bed, she picked up the small vibrator she had packed in her suitcase.

She climbed onto the bed, running a finger lightly between her legs so it just barely grazed her clit over her underwear. The light tease sent a pulse through her entire body. She couldn’t have Julian, but she could pretend. She flung her bra off and let her full breasts hang freely as she got on all fours on the bed, wet with anticipation and from letting her thoughts wander beneath Julian’s clothes on her walk back to her hotel. She was already so wet that a small stream of sweet pussy juice ran down one of her legs as she easily slid two fingers into herself. Her muscles contracted and twitched with pleasure, but this paled in comparison to what she was longing for – Julian’s package. She knew it had to be thick, his entire body was thick and athletic in the best way.

Her hand was already dripping in natural lube, making it easy to rub around her warm, slippery lower lips. She felt a surge of pleasure when she used the back of her hand and her hard knuckles ran over her tender clit. She was so turned on that she involuntarily grinded her hips as if she were straddling someone. Of course, she was picturing Julian between her legs. He had no idea what he was missing. If only he’d followed her instead of going off with the banker bros who were still probably drinking at the pub. She would have fucked him so hard they’d both be gasping for air.

She flipped onto her back, legs splayed in the air, and flicked on the vibrator. This was her ride tonight, and it would leave her shaking and satisfied for now. She continued to rub her throbbing clit with heavy strokes as she entered herself with the wand. She impatiently thrust the shaft up and down so that sent her back arching upwards with familiar pleasure. She worked herself up, enjoying the hefty piece and angling it so it hit her sensitive front wall.

When she was close to finishing, Mia crawled back onto her knees again. She liked the control she had from on top. The vibrator purred, she only needed one hand to guide it so she could massage her ripe tits with the other.

She bolted upright as she reached her peak. Her shoulders wavered unsteadily, bucking her breasts around. She savored every hot second as the vibrator pulsed unyielding pleasure from her sex through her entire body. She keeled over with a shutter as her orgasm rippled through her veins. She moaned into a pillow, letting out an intense sexual release. Her heart raced as she lay in child’s’ pose on the bed, pressing her breasts into the crisp sheets. She felt empowered, both from her climax and her accomplishments that had led her here tonight.

Mia fell asleep satisfied and naked, with her room in disarray, knowing she had to wake up early. Tomorrow was the big day of her presentation.

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