I had been starving for attention for years as a result of a dying marriage. I know my subconscious had worked up the courage to be open to receiving affection even if my conscious mind hadn’t realized it yet. My work had me attending conferences quarterly, many were weekend stays. After a frustrating week at home, I was actually looking forward to getting away and getting lost in the mind numbing workshops and seminars; which I normally hate.
During the last workshop of the day, I met Brett from an out of state branch. We were attending the same team building workshop that required a lot of interaction and partnering to problem solve. Brett was very handsome, former college athlete, big, fit and dreamy smile. Needless to say the chemistry was obvious, flirting began and I loved it. Unfortunately, after the workshop, we didn’t connect because of both bosses and branch obligations and I was sweep off by my team. I didn’t even get Brett’s last name and we just had to share a long stare and a wave.
After a return home to another rough week, I received a call from Brett, he had did his research and looked me up. My day immediately got brighter. His regular calls were dripping with innuendos and flirtations; leaving me happy, excited and creating some very vigorous masturbation sessions. I was drinking up the attention.
To my delight another conference was scheduled. Brett confirmed his attendance. The week of the next conference, hardcore prepping began, nails, hair, waxing, new hot sexy garments, pubic manicuring and doing my best to not show a crack of happiest at home. I stayed wet for the entire week, excited and incredibily nervous.
First, I had never stepped outside of my marriage, second, with a big handsome black man. I am a 5’3″, 115lb. very fair skin, blonde hair and brown hair petite woman.
At the first seminar, when we saw each other, we knew IT WAS ON! Two more sessions and then lunch. As soon as we broke for lunch, we made ourselves scarce before any co-workers monopolized our time. We ran to the elevators. Once the doors shut Brett grabbed me, pulled me close, planted his lips, buried his tongue in mine, bit my ear, whispered, “I want you”, licked on my neck, took my breath away, I could feel the outline of his cock as he pulled me tight. Then the elevator stopped, we hustled to the room. Once inside, mouthes trying to stay connected, hands searching, Brett begins to move me toward the bed, I had felt his cock swelling…I panicked. I slowed us down and had to reassure Brett nothing has changed…just the pace. Read more »