The Work Trip

Friday was just dragging on and I couldn't wait to finish my last few tasks for the day and start the weekend. I heard my email ding and dreaded a last minute request that would, of course, be urgent and need me to work into the evening. I was pleasantly surprised to see an email from management letting me know that my request to join the annual tech conference was approved. There are several teams in different departments and many people apply for the professional development, so I was excited for the opportunity. I'll admit that I was also a little excited to take a break from the stress at home. After being married for ten years it seems like our lives revolve around our kids, and we have little time to ourselves or each other. It would be good to get away for a week and recharge all aspects of my life.

Two months later I'm landing in the big city and settling in for the evening. The first day of the conference was a hectic whirlwind of running to different sessions, trying to meet with many of the vendors on my list, and just navigating the huge conference center. I'm usually not excited for corporate group activities, but I was looking forward to having a quite dinner with some familiar faces after being surrounded by thousands of strangers. Our company wanted to get everyone together for networking and sharing ideas since many of us don't normally work together.

As I approached our table I saw my coworker Brad and took the seat next to him. The rest of the table filled up and we introduced ourselves to each other. On my other side was John, who I had seen a few times around the office, and across from me was Samantha, who worked at another site and hadn't met before.

Drinks and appetizers were ordered as we all got to know each other. Samantha didn't immediately catch my attention, but her smile and playful banter drew me in. I found that we had a lot in common, and seemed to be in the same place in life. We were both married with kids, approaching middle age, and just lost in the shuffle of our daily routines. We shared common experiences of loosing our own identities as we focused on raising kids, and climbing the corporate ladder.

The restaurant was busy and the service was pretty slow. The drinks seemed to flow quicker than the food service, and by the time deserts were coming around I could definitely start to feel the affects of the alcohol. I was talking to John about a project he was working on, but kept catching eyes with Samantha as she talked to the person next to her. I'm sure it was the alcohol, but her bright green eyes seemed to have a sparkle that I didn't notice before.

I was trying to stay focused on my conversation with John, but I was obviously distracted. Samantha seemed a little board with her conversation and was twirling her hair in her finger and staring off. I followed the hair twirling around her finger, pulling the strands of hair under her chin and stopping at the top of her dress. I noticed how her dressed hugged her curves and showed off just a hint of cleavage enticing you to want to see more. She glanced over and saw me staring at her. We both blushed and quickly turned to return to our separate conversations.

As dinner ended everyone shuffled, and some stumbled, out to the street to catch Uber rides back to the hotel. We were at the end of the table and the last group to leave. John ordered a large SUV, but the driver was quick to see that there was seven people in our group, and told us the max he could take was six. John complained that they didn't want to wait for another ride and quietly offered him a nice cash tip to overlook the rules. The driver hesitates for a minute, then took the cash and nodded his head towards the back indicating for us to get in.

I hop in the back of the SUV followed by two others. Samantha was next and about to sit in one of the captains chairs in the second row, but one of her coworkers behind her said "I don't think so. This is going to be a tight fit" as she giggled and pushed her back into the third row. She gave me a nervous glance as the three of us in the back scooted over and tried to make room. It was a large SUV, but not big enough for four adults in the back row. Samantha turned around and tried to gracefully sit between us, but almost ended up in my lap. I offered my hand to steady her as we tried to squeeze into the tight spot. Our thighs were pressed tightly together as we surveyed our situation.

We soon took off with a lurch and a fast turn to get into traffic, and the driver's quick movements told me that we were in for a rough ride. As the driver took a hard turn onto the main road all four of us shifted in the back seat and we quickly grabbed a hold of something to steady ourselves from squishing each other. I grabbed the cup holder in the arm rest next to me, and Samantha quickly placed her hand on my thigh to steady herself. She blushed hard, offered a quick apology, and extended her arm to hold the seat in front of me.

For the next ten minutes we bumped into each other as the car hustled through the city streets. My hazy mind couldn't help but notice her dress inching up over her knees. I didn't want to stare, so I tried focusing my attention out the window to the passing city skyline. But I could faintly smell her perfume that reminded me how close she was. As we reach our hotel we pilled out of the SUV and she was the first one to exit the back row. As she bent over to squeeze between the 2nd row captains chairs I had an exquisite view of her dress pulled tight across her ass.

Everyone regrouped in the hotel lobby and decided to grab a nightcap at the hotel bar before heading off to our rooms. We went up to the bar on the 3rd floor mezzanine and grabbed a few tables. I sat with Brad and a few other guys at a high top table near a huge window overlooking the city.

Most of our group shuffled out over the next hour, and the ones who remained kept drinking and enjoying the night on the town. I notice Samantha sitting at a table across from us, and couldn't help but admire her. She caught my eye a few times and we exchanged a quick smile and focused our attention back to our own table.

Another hour in and the alcohol was definitely getting the better of us. Almost everyone from our group had left and few remaining people moved to sit at the empty seats at our table. I saw Samantha walk over and take the seat next to me at the end of the table. Our group continued to talk, and I noticed she was much more friendly after a few glasses of wine. As she laughed during the conversation she was much more animated and would put her hand on my arm as she laughed at everyone's stories. Although her touch was innocent, it was driving me wild with the strong buzz of the alcohol.

I shifted in my seat and put hand hand under the table to pull my pant leg down from where it had ridden up. I didn't realize Samantha had moved in so close, and I accidentally brushed my hand against her leg. As I did she pushed her leg out to make more contact, never breaking eye contact with the rest of the table. I couldn't believe what was happening, and put my hand on top of her thigh. She pushed against my leg harder, encouraging me, so I moved my fingers to the inside of her thigh and slid my hand up until I felt the hem of her dress. Someone at the table let out a loud laugh which shook me back to reality and I brought my hand back above the table.

My head was spinning and I was shocked by my own actions. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but touching her skin was intoxicating. I tried to rejoin the conversation, by my mind was clearly distracted. Brad stood up next to me and said he had clearly had a few too many, and was calling it a night while he could still walk. I agreed and said that I might need to climb up the 32 flights of stairs to my room to sober up for tomorrow's meetings. Samantha leaned into our conversation and said, "Yeah, I would love to see that. You wouldn't make it to the tenth floor."

"Oh, and I suppose you could?" I responded.

"I'm up for the challenge." She said as she gave us both a sly, drunk smile.

I grabbed my drink and downed the remaining half of my old fashioned and said, "Challenge accepted."

"Oh boy" chimed in Brad sarcastically, as he turned to walk to the elevator. Samantha finished the rest of her wine in one big swig as we followed Brad out.

As we reached the elevator Brad hit the button to go up, and Samantha walked over and hit the button to go down. I looked at her and said, "Chickening out already?"

She glanced at the both of us and said, "Oh no, you said 32 floors. You need to start at the bottom."

Brad's elevator opened and he stepped in. As he turned around he wished us good night and said, "Have fun passing out the stairwell."

As soon as his elevator closed the doors to ours opened. We stepped inside and stood in opposite corners in the back of the small elevator and just stared at each other. Alone for the first time in a very busy night. The air was heavy with tension and as the doors closed it was quiet for the first time.

The second the elevator started to descend the tension broke and we both lunged at each other. Without thinking we pressed our faces into each other in a sloppy, urgent kiss. As quickly as it started it was over as she pushed me away. A look of shock on her face as she was surprised by her own actions. The look of shock quickly disappearing as she grabbed the the front of my shirt and pulled me in for another kiss. My arms grabbed her waist as I kissed her back. The ding of the first floor shocked us both into reality

As the doors opened she smiled and grabbed my hand, playfully leading me down the hallway. We left the main lobby and made a few turns searching for the stairs. "This hotel is huge. You wouldn't think the stairs would be so hard to find." she said as we quickly roamed the halls. We made another turn and found a long hall along the side of the hotel. One side had doors to meeting rooms, and the other had tall floor-to-ceiling windows with long curtains that pooled on the floor. She paused half way down the hall and moved in front of one of the windows and pulled my hand to be close to her.

This time I initiated and leaned down to kiss her, putting my hands on each side of her face to pull her close. She put her hands around my back and guided me backwards, behind the curtains. We made out like clumsy teenagers attempting to hide behind the curtains, but the movement clearly visible to anyone that happened to walk by. But they didn't. It was close to 2AM and this part of the hotel was empty.

We broke away for a second to catch our breath. "God, I wanted to do that all night." She said breathlessly. We kissed again, but not as rushed now and taking our time to enjoy each other's attention. I could taste the wine in her mouth as we continued kiss. My head spinning. My hand wrapped around her and slid down to grabbed her ass. She gave a little jump and said, "We really shouldn't be doing this."

"Probably not." I responded as I took a step back and held her hand. "Because we're supposed to be running up 32 flights of stairs." I smiled and pulled her back into the hallway. We stumbled down the hall together, turned another corner, and found double doors leading to a wide staircase. I held the door open and gestured her forward with one hand. "Ladies first." I said in my most refined voice.

She giggled, stood tall, and walked walked past me as proper as a anyone that had that many drinks could. As soon as she was past me she sprinted to the stairs and took off up the steps. I gave chase and ran after her, grabbing the handrails around the corners to try and gain on her. I caught up to her by the 3rd floor, just enough to reach out and grab her ass. She squealed like a little girl and ran faster.

As I rounded the corner for the 5th floor landing she was hunched over catching her breath. I couldn't stop in time and ran right into her, almost knocking us both over. I put my arms around her to try and steady us both as we tumbled backwards. She turned around laughing as we backed into the wall of the stairwell. "Out of breath already?" I joked. As she leaned back and I put my hands against the wall on both sides of her.

"Yeah." she responded. "Maybe we need to take a break and rest here." She closed the short gap between us and kissed me. This time slower and deliberate. She explored my mouth with her tongue, and as I returned the favor she sucked my tongue deep into her mouth until it almost hurt. We could feel the heat and passion growing between us. I slid my hand up her back and then her neck. My fingers intertwined in her hair at he back of her head. I gently close my fingers around her hair and pull her back slightly just to regain some control. I kiss edges of her mouth and pull her lip into my mouth as I slide my other hand from her back to her side, just enough trace the outline of her breast. I run my thumb up the front of her breast and play with her nipple that is straining the front of her dress. She tilts her head back and moans. As her head moves back I continue kissing her chin, and then down her neck.

With her head resting on the wall behind her she arches her back and I take the opportunity to slide both of my hands down and grab her ass. I grab hard and pull her body close to mine. She can feel my hard dick against her dress and she grinds against me. My face settles in the crook of her neck as I kiss her neck and gently nibble at her earlobes.

She pulls one leg up, gliding along the side of my body. She wraps her leg around me and tries to pull me even closer. "God I needed this." She whispers into my ear as our bodies are pressed against each other. "I know we shouldn't, but I can't remember the last time I felt this good. My husband never touches me like this."

That comment shook me back to reality and reminded me of my own dead bedroom at home. The lack of intimacy for years. Forgetting what it felt like to be wanted. The longing for any sexual touch. Instant regret for kissing this woman I didn't even know. But the attention was intoxicating. I couldn't resist her.

She noticed my change in demeanor and I could see the same hesitation in her eyes. She wrapped her arms around my neck and said "I know this is wrong, but I forgot what it felt like to be desired, to be this passionate again. Just tell me if you want me to stop. I'll understand."

We stared into each other's eyes with the same desperation. She slowly leaned in for another kiss, slow and passionate. The feelings of desire came rushing back and I was drunk all over again. The kiss stopped and we slowly separated just enough to look into each other eyes. I responded, "Not a chance." I returned the kiss and melted into her arms. I needed this as bad as she did.

A huge smile spread over her face. "Well if you want it, then you're going to have to catch it." She pushed me back, turned, and sprinted up the stairs. I paused for a moment to appreciate her enthusiasm, and her ass running up the steps. Already breathless from the kiss, I turned to chase after her one more time. I caught up to her after a few flights and reached out to grab her wrist. I spun her around and pinned her to the wall of the stairwell. "Got you."

I placed one leg between hers and moved in, leaving no space between us. We stared at each other as we caught our breath. I ran my hand long the side of her face until my finger tips were in her hair. I pulled her close and resumed our intense makeout session. We knew the boundaries we were breaking and weren't holding back.

Our hands moved frantically, desperately grabbing and pulling at each other. She was slowly grinding herself against my leg that was between hers. Pushing her self against me for more friction. I cupped her breast through her dress and squeezed, no longer being gentle.

She slipped her hand between us and moved down until she was rubbing her hand over the front of my thin dress pants, gripping the edges of my dick. I ran my hand up up her chest, over her dress until I was touching her skin. I continued up, sliding my hand under her dress and gliding it off one shoulder and then the other. I pulled the front of her dress down just enough to free her from her bra, exposing her the most magnificent breasts my drunk eyes have seen. Full and heavy with the sag of a middle age mom, and large, dark nipples pointing up, begging for attention.

She reaches up and roughly pulls my shirt to untuck it from my pants, and replaces it with her hand. She wraps her had around my dick and tries her best to stroke me in the small space between us. I move down and start kissing her neck. I take her bare breasts in each of my hands and pinch her nipples. I kiss my way down her neck to the center of her chest as I roll her nipples between my thumb and index finger. I continue further and kiss down her right breast. I lift her breast up to my mouth and kiss just next to her nipple. I stick out my tongue out wide and licked from the bottom of her breasts and over her nipple before putting my entire mouth over the tip and running circles around her nipple with my tongue.

She let's out an exaggerated, "Fuuuck" as she pulls her hand from my pants and pushes me back. A huge grin covers her face as she undoes my belt and pants and slowly sinks to her knees. She swiftly pulls my dress pants and boxers down to my knees in one motion and my dick springs up and hits the tip of her nose. We both lets out a small laugh before she reaches out as she wraps her fingers around my dick and and looks it up and down.

Samantha leaned forward and licked the tip of my dick that was poking out from her closed fist, then lifted it up to lick from the base to the tip. She looks up at me with those gorgeous green eyes and made eye contact as she slowly puts her mouth around my dick and sinks down. She starts twisting her hand around the base of my dick while she bobs quicker up and down. My head spins from the sensation and I put my hand on the wall behind her to brace myself.

She pauses to catch her breath and angles my dick up, frantically stroking it up and down. She takes her other hand and starts massaging my balls, placing two fingers back to rub my taint. She then lowers her head to pop one of my balls in her mouth and applies just enough sucking pressure while swirling her tongue around.

"Oh fuck! You're amazing." I say as I look down at her clearly having fun. "I'm not going to last long like that."

She giggles at the comment and says, "Perfect!" as she looks up and sticks her tongue out. She pats my dick on her tongue a few times before sliding it back in her mouth. She must have taken that as a challenge because she doubled her efforts and moved twice as fast. I look down and had the best view of my dick sliding in and out of her mouth, past those full lips with smeared lip stick, and her large breasts swinging free from her dress.

"Oh shit." I warn her. "I'm going to cum."

Instead of pulling me out she wraps her arm around my ass and pulls me even closer. She is taking almost my entire length with every movement, using one hand to squeeze my ass and pull me into her, and the other to massage my balls. I let out a deep groan as my first shot hits the back of her throat. She moves back and sucks on the just the tip of my dick, flicking her tongue up and down, while hastily stroking the rest of my dick. I continue to cum, shot after shot, and she sucks me dry until my dick stops convulsing.

She finally lets me fall from her mouth as she stares up at me panting. "Oh my god. That was the best blow job I've ever had." I say as I try to catch my own breath. I extend my hand to help her get back up. As she stands we hear a squeak, followed by a door slamming shut a few floors above us.