Networking [Part I](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hekx3n/networking_part_i_f_sexual_tension/) and [Part II](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hgb7wx/networking_part_ii_mf/)
It was early December and Mia was at the industry year-end networking social. She had butterflies in her stomach, which she calmed with red wine. She wasn’t sure if she would run into Julian tonight or not.
They hadn’t seen each other since that night in Montreal. It was probably the most exciting thing to ever happen to Mia. It hadn’t been a mistake, it was just a fun romp. Tonight, Mia was both desperately hoping to see Julian again, and kind of hoping he had gone home for the holidays already and she could avoid being tempted by him again.
In any case, she wore her favourite little dress. It had three-quarter length sleeves and a high neckline, tapered at the waist with a zipper down the back. It was too short to typically wear at the office, but she wore dark nylons that made it passable as professional while also making her legs look damn good. Her hair was done in loose curls that swept the top of her shoulders elegantly.
She was casually chatting with some acquaintances when she heard a familiar, bellowing laugh. She knew it was Julian before she even discreetly turned her head to spy him. She caught her first glimpse of him in his slim-cut navy suit. Her eyes feasted on his delectable lips, his athletic stature, his eyes squinting with laughter. His hair was freshly trimmed with a sharp side part and tidy beard. She was immediately enraptured.
Mia found an excuse to cut her conversation short and walk in Julian’s direction, pretending not to notice him. She was the bait, she wanted him to pounce. As she passed his group, she noticed a hand wave in the corner of her eye. Julian was waiving her over. She feigned surprise at seeing him. Her trap worked like a charm.
“Mia! How are you? It’s been too long! You’ve got to meet Steve and Chris…”
Julian’s deep voice washed over Mia and gave her tingles the whole way down her spine. Any nervousness or awkwardness she’d been feeling vanished in an instant as Julian’s composure put her at ease. He rode that line of business and pleasure so well.
They smiled conservatively at each other. Julian raised his eyebrows as they shook hands, a seemingly innocent gesture. No one around they knew that the last time they had seen each other, he had fucked her in a bar bathroom in Montreal at 4 in the morning. Mia was transported back to that night as soon as their hands touched, she relived the feeling of his hot cum dripping down her leg. She lightly wavered for a second, her knees were weak.
When their handshake ended, Mia snapped out of her trance. She made her introductions to everyone. Julian was always so thoughtful to include her, but she honestly couldn’t remember if she had ever met these finance bros before. After a few minutes, the group headed to the bar to refill their drinks. Mia was just turning to join them when Julian’s fingers pressed into her forearm. He held her back a few paces from the group.
The rest of the room might as well have disappeared. Mia looked up at Julian with a devious smile, she could see only him. His dimples showed as he pressed his lips together hard, trying to figure out what to say – or more likely, what not to say, lest someone overhear him.
“Do you want to get out of here?” she blurted out under her breath. She wished she had come up with something more eloquent to say, but she knew what he was trying to get at without sounding too forward, so she did him the favour of filling in the blank.
“You read my mind,” he snapped as they turned on their heels towards the door.
They both cracked up with relief and exhilaration of vanishing from a party together again. Before she knew it, they were at coat check. Mia zipped up her parka and Julian wrapped himself in his heavy knee-length wool coat. He held the door open for her and touched the small of her back as they stepped out into the crisp winter air.
They headed off into the night without a plan or direction, walking through the unusually quiet downtown streets. The conversation flowed effortlessly just as it had when they walked the narrow streets of Montreal that summer, only this time they could see their breath. They wandered through a city park lit by streetlamps and filled with decorated Christmas trees. As they neared the end of the park’s promenade, Julian brought the conversation back to tonight’s plan.
“Your toes must be getting cold, how about we get a night cap at my place? I’m just a 5-minute walk from here,” Julian offered in his irresistible, dark voice.
Mia knew Julian lived in a condo downtown from their previous discussions. But tonight, she wanted the comfort of her large, bright apartment on the top floor of an old house. She knew her bed was made with freshly laundered, crisp white bedding. She wanted to bring Julian into her cozy nook, not spend the night downtown where they both would have to return first thing in the morning anyways.
“Actually, I’ll need to feed my cat tonight. Want to bring things back to my place? It’s a few minutes by Uber, it’s never a problem to get back downtown in the morning,” counter-offered Mia. The question hung in the air. Mia realized that was the first time either of them had alluded to tomorrow morning and whether they’d still be together.
As she stood waiting for a response, Julian stepped towards her. He placed a hand on each of her arms and pulled her into him. Their lips found each other in a familiar kiss. Their tongues entangled together instantly. Julian’s beard tickled Mia’s cheeks and chin. Mia couldn’t resist sucking Julian’s bottom lip. She had missed his sweet mouth, the grip of his strong arms, his intoxicating musk. She pressed up against him, playfully and passionately tonguing and nibbling his mouth in a kiss that froze time.
A cab came down the street. Julian peeled his lips off Mia’s long enough to flag it down and they slid into the back. Although there was plenty of room, Mia practically sat on his lap. She rested her head in the perfect nook between his shoulder and head.
Up at Mia’s place, she took Julian’s coat and suit jacket. Her eyes were glued to him as he slid the outer layers off, puffing his chest slightly inside his white button-down. Her heart fluttered at the sight of his chiseled shoulders sitting under the perfectly fitted thin shirt. She braced herself on Julian as she removed her heeled suede boots, she couldn’t resist digging her fingers into his firm biceps while she was there.
Mia’s friendly orange tabby rubbed up against Julian’s feet, the sight of which made Mia beam with joy.
“Welcome to my home. That’s Goldie, she *likes* you,” Mia teased.
Julian knelt down. His broad hand was bigger than the cat’s entire head as he scratched her behind the ears.
“Make yourself at home,” Mia offered, gesturing to the rest of the abode.
Mia set the hanging light over her dining table to a warm ambient glow which lit most of the open concept kitchen. The living room had the comforting feel that’s present when surrounded by shelves of books. There was plenty of seating with a large couch and a pair of vintage walnut lounge chairs. She had a small desk pushed up against the large front window which overlooked the residential street. That was the only messy surface in the entire place. Although Mia was dying to know what Julian’s bachelor pad looked like, she relished in having the home advantage tonight.
Mia walked to her back counter. She was partially lit from a streetlight in the back alley, which cast a warm glow on her through the kitchen window. She expected Julian to wander around, gaining familiarity with his surroundings, but he followed her around like a puppy. He gazed at her, admiring how the back light silhouetted the curves of her figure. He rolled up his sleeves to his elbows and leaned on his forearms over the kitchen island. Julian drank in the way her dress pulled up and against her ass as she bent over to set out the cat food. Mia hoped he had noticed her in that moment.
Mia stood back up, but she stayed facing the back counter, away from Julian. She grabbed two glasses and filled them at the sink.
“Do you want a glass of water? I also have wine, whiskey, beer…” Mia trailed off when she realized Julian was standing right behind her. He stepped towards her silently, held her by the waist, and pressed his groin into her ass.
He brought his lips to Mia’s nape, tickling her with his beard as he planted a string of soft kisses across her neck. Mia felt him inhale deeply, breathing in her fragrant aroma. Julian grabbed the counter with both hands around her frame, trapping Mia in place.
Mia wished he could have just taken her from behind right there. Her sex pulsed and pooled with fluid as Julian caressed her. She exhaled with a moan. With such a high-cut dress, he hardly had room to explore her skin, but he brushed his lips along her hair line and nibbled the back of her ear. Mia pulled her hair aside. She didn’t want anything in the way of Julian’s affection.
Mia realized she’d never actually seen Julian naked. She had just managed to unbutton half his shirt and pull his cock out of his pants the last time they fucked. She wanted to see his body in all its glory – straddle his bare torso, feel his sturdy frame cuddle her, and patiently kiss every inch of him.
Julian let go of the counter and brought his hands to the zipper on Mia’s dress. He brought his mouth to her ear and whispered in his baritone voice, “I’ve missed you, Mia.”
“Mmm, Julian…” She responded deliriously, “I’ve missed you too.”
He gripped the zipper pull and slowly undid it, exposing her striking, slender back. She felt his fingertips trace from her neck to her hips. He dragged his fingers over each curve and indent of her shoulder blades, spine, and waist. He squeezed her shoulders, massaging them and relieving tension Mia didn’t even know was there. Her breathing slowed and deepened as she focused on enjoying every sensual touch.
Julian continued, “I’ve thought about our night a lot. I have *never* felt like that before. I had been dreaming of having you. It didn’t happen how I had pictured it, but it was perfect. I needed to see you again, to do you properly.”
Both of them were hot with arousal. Mia’s mind ran wild with the thoughts of what being done properly was going to look like.
Julian’s palms wrapped around to Mia’s front, inside the fabric of her dress. He slid them over her smooth stomach and toyed with the waistband of her pantyhose with his dexterous fingers. He pressed her body into his. His hard on was pressing into Mia’s ass cheek from behind her. Mia leaned back into him, resting the back of her head on his chest. She reached her hand around to his crotch. The tips of her fingers grasped at his swollen erection through his pants. Mia intentionally rubbed her hand up the length of his shaft to send shivers through his body.
Julian’s fingers began to wander down her torso towards her warm centre. Mia slid his glass of water over to him.
“This one’s for you,” she offered. When Julian reached for the glass of water, Mia slipped out from his grip and turned to face him. She grabbed Julian by the tie.
“So, you *had* noticed me before that night?” she interrogated, pouting her bottom lip and provocatively raising one eyebrow.
“Noticed? I remember every detail of that dress you wore to the opening party. It had a little tie that fixated me. I wanted to grab one string and pull it loose so I could have you right then and there,” Julian admitted before taking a sip of water.
“That’s funny, I remember your outfit too. Mainly because I was picturing it on the floor of my hotel room,” Mia confessed candidly.
Mia pulled Julian into her bedroom by his silky leash, forcing him to abandon his glass. She walked backwards, facing him, all the way to the back wall by her bed. She turned on her bedside lamp switch without looking, feeling the familiar switch in her nimble fingers. She climbed her hands up Julian’s tie, pulling him closer by the neck, leading his mouth onto hers.
As they made out by the dim light, she realized they had been in this same position before: her body pinned to a wall by his. But this was far more romantic and civilized than last time. Instead of a rushed, wild, impulsive night, they could take it slow and indulgent.
“I’m having a déjà vu,” commented Julian with a laugh between kisses. Mia rested her palms on his chest, moving her hands down slightly to scratch at his nipples under his shirt.
“I think we’ll be a little comfier this time”.
“I don’t know… we made ourselves pretty comfortable in that bathroom,” Julian quipped back.
Julian’s hands came up to the front neckline of Mia’s dress and peeled it off. She noticed his every touch as his knuckles grazed over her collar bones, her breasts, her hips, and let the dress fall to the ground. She was left only in a black bra, thong, and nylons.
Stepping out of the dress, Mia basked in Julian’s gaze for a moment before she dropped to her knees. She pried at his belt, slipping it off and undoing his pants as swiftly as possible.
Mia had an overwhelming impulse to suck Julian’s cock. Her mouth salivated at the thought of tasting his phallus. She craved the power she’d have over him – controlling his entire body with her tongue, holding his manhood between her lips.
Mia sat up on her knees, eye-level with Julian’s groin. She scratched softly at his boxers. She ogled his bulging appendage. It stretched and pulled the fabric, which barely held his package in place. The head was clearly visible through the light fabric, and Mia traced a finger around the outline.
Julian didn’t interfere by trying to strip himself. His hands were against the wall, propping himself over her. He knew full well that Mia had planned exactly what to do next and his body was in her capable hands. He looked down at Mia eagerly. The tails of his shirt dangled above her.
Mia pulled at Julian’s elastic waistband and his rock hard shaft sprang free. She pulled the undergarment to the floor and tossed it aside. She hadn’t had the pleasure of visually examining his piece before. She eyed his hard-on hungrily as she cupped his balls with one hand and stroked his length with the other. Any tension in Julian’s body released and his voice cracked at the first touch.
With a steady motion, Mia tugged Julian’s hard-on, which filled her entire grip. She stroked a few times, then gently rubbed his tender tip with her thumb, then repeated over and over. Stickiness coated her palm.
Mia was eager to devour him. She slowed her strokes and teased Julian’s tip with her slick inner vermilion. She licked his delicious mast from base to tip, methodically wetting it on all sides with her saliva.
Julian’s breath was laboured. He was already trying not to cum. Mia had him right where she wanted him.
Finally, Mia wrapped her lips fully around his substantial manhood and plunging her head down, consumed his entirety in her mouth. She didn’t even think about how it physically fit. She revelled in the feeling of Julian’s mast hitting the back of her throat.
Mia heard Julian whimper above her. He wobbled his knees, losing his stance momentarily as he sank into the pleasure. She dragged her tongue along his shaft as it was fully engulfed in her mouth. Mia propped herself up with one hand on his sturdy thigh, giving herself a good leverage to go down on him. Bobbing her head from the tip to the base, she hummed delighted *mmms*.
Glancing up for a moment, Mia saw Julian’s hands had turned to fists and he was gripping to keep control of himself. He caught her eyes as she looked up, mouth full of him. She couldn’t help but stop and giggle. They both let out a laugh, knowing they couldn’t be too serious in each others presence for long.
“Glad we’re not still networking,” commented Julian.
“I didn’t need anybody else’s business card,” was all Mia could think to say.
Since they were acknowledging the absurdity of going from a professional event to him being balls deep in her mouth, Mia leaned into the silliness. She shoved her face further between Julian’s legs, taking a big mouthful of his scrotum and sucking it, rolling his balls around with her tongue until she heard his voice break into a wail of satisfaction. She surprised both of them with this rogue move, but she wanted to push their boundaries. Julian had taken a risk when he had pulled her into the bathroom that night in Montreal, why shouldn’t she do the same now?
Mia returned to his shaft. She gave Julian vigorous head like she’d imagined in her mind many times before. She was careful to keep a tight suction around his thick appendage for maximum friction and pleasure. Julian’s hips involuntarily thrust softly into her as she managed to deep throat his manhood.
Julian’s body convulsed as he let out his first orgasmic roar of the night. He burst, filling Mia’s mouth with cream. She drank it up. Shudders ripped through him, Mia felt his legs shakes shake against her body. She sucked him dry, allowing only a few small drops to escape her lips and drip onto the top of her breasts, which looked luscious as they popped out of her bra in this light.
As Julian came down from his peak, he looked down at Mia fondly, placing the back of his hand on her cheek with gratitude and admiration. His chest heaved up and down as he caught his breath. Mia sat back against the wall underneath him. She felt safe and secure with Julian’s firm body towering overhead, even though in this moment he was weak from being sexually drained.
“Holy fuck, that was incredible,” Julian expressed.
Mia felt the vibrations from his low voice ripple through her. A seductive smirk appeared on Julian’s sweet lips. He continued, speaking slowly as he was still catching his breath.
“The best part is, now that that’s taken care of, I can take my time with you.”
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