I always enjoyed one-night stands, particularly when traveling. Commitment-free sex with strangers in different settings was something I loved. As with so many things in my sexual life, thought, Covid isolation shot this down. Last week, however, I made my first post-shutdown business trip to New York City. It was a quick trip; flying up in the morning, meeting with a potential client in the afternoon, having dinner with the clients in the evening, then flying home early the following day. I had not been to New York in over five years and was looking forward to the visit.
The clients and I had already discussed our proposal on Zoom, so I knew them. The primary partner was Ben, a silver-haired guy with a friendly smile. I knew that the other team members would follow his lead, so I tried to impress him not only with the proposal but also with me. I wore a tight sleeveless white linen dress and red high-heel pumps for the meeting. I sat on a sofa directly across from him so he could enjoy the view of my legs as my dress rode up when I sat down. I crossed and recrossed my legs until the hem was almost up to my crotch, which I could tell Ben was enjoying.