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Chance Meeting

I arrived in Wash DC late on a warm spring Sunday afternoon from the west coast. This national conference included representatives from my firms 10 regional offices and several contractors. After settling into my hotel room and a quick shower, I headed to the lobby bar where I hoped to meet my counterparts from all over the country. Sure enough they had started to gather on one side of the bar in connected booths. The atmosphere was jovial and friends greeted each other and introductions were made for those who were new to the group.
I sat with a group of folks from Chicago and they introduced me to one of their local contractors, Karen, an attractive slender blonde of about 45, I guessed. The conversation was lively and in between light gossip and stories, I learned that Karen held a masters degree in early childhood special education and, besides being a contract trainer, was also a published writer. It was an entirely pleasant and interesting first meeting. The fact that she had brilliant blue eyes, a warm smile and had intelligent things to say was an added benefit. After a couple drinks, several people left for other dinner arrangements. I joined my Chicago colleagues and for the rest of the evening we caught up on the latest company gossip.
The next morning I arrived early at the hotel conference center auditorium which was almost empty, dropped my conference materials on a random chair and head out to a nearby Starbucks for double tall soy latte. I arrived back in the conference auditorium 10 minutes before the proceedings started, and lo and behold, my things were sitting next to Karen. What a lovely surprise! We sat next to each other for the entire day, exchanged lots of professional information and some personal, as well. There was a reception to be held after the day’s activities and we casually agreed to meet there. After a full day of talking heads I was eager for a double gin martini on the rocks at the reception which it became very crowed very quickly. I joined the Chicago group again and Karen was there also…nice.
After lots of chit-chat, a couple drinks and some nibbles, people began to fade away to dinner. Karen said she was joining her trainer counterparts at a popular DC restaurant-bar that featured live dance music. She suggested I join them after my own dinner plans. I accepted. I arrived around 9pm and it was clear her group was relaxed and enjoying themselves. I pulled an extra chair to the table and sat next to Karen, ordered a drink and she said “let’s dance”. What’s a guy supposed to do with an offer like that! Accept, of course.
Karen was a good dancer and we both liked the 60’s rock n roll selections. After a couple up-tempo numbers we returned to our table for a refreshment. A couple folks commented that we looked good dancing together. I thanked them and agreed that it wasn’t all that common to find another person who you could find a groove the first time you danced together. We sat out a couple more numbers and when the band started playing the eternally sexy Harlem Nocturne, Karen grabbed my hand and pulled me gently towards the dance floor…I didn’t need much persuading.
She snuggled closer to me than I expected, and it was like I could feel electricity running through me from head to toe. She smelled very good when I took my first deep breath…yes, very nice. All of my senses were on overload and when I felt her right leg moving between my legs, I had an immediate reaction in my cock. I panicked just a little because I was sure she could feel my hardness against her body. My concern faded when I felt her rise on her toes and firmly place her lower abdomen against me. Oh my, she knew exactly what she was doing. The sexy music continued and she snuggled even closer if that was possible. Her hand was on the back of my neck and she taking deep breaths very near my ear…yes, she was turned on. Almost without hesitation I moved my hand down her back to just above her tail bone and pulled her tightly against me. I could hear her breathing becoming more ragged and I started to be concerned that I might come in my pants in front of a room full of people! Just as the band was finishing the tune, she whispered in my ear “don’t move” and I felt her quivering and gripping my neck more firmly…how sexy was this! The music ended but we continued the slow dance for another 5 seconds. Then, she eased her grip and quietly said “let’s leave”. I am sure everyone at the table knew what was about to happen and it happened as many times as it could over the next year for two people who lived 1500 miles apart.


Posted on: 2013-05-28 00:00:00 | Author: