In the Eighties, I was in my twenties and a regional sales manager for some large well-known corporations in the UK. I was just discovering my strong sexuality, and getting plenty of knowledge and experience with my married boss in a passionate, wild affair! I was young, confident, sexy, outrageously flirty and increasingly aware of my ability to attract men, and I liked to maximize that power by dressing professionally but provocatively. These are my memories of some great hook-ups during my many weekly hotel nights and national sales meetings. All true but with some license on the conversation due to it being a long time ago!
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We had been across the aisle from each other on our corporate booths at a London venue all day long. We were under the same banner but different products, and there was banter and bullshit between us in between the breaks when delegate traffic was low.
He had got my attention the moment he arrived, he was tall, really tall and that has always been an immediate attraction for me. I am tall for a woman and there's just something very sexy about being with a man who makes me feel protected and small. I fantasize about being 5'2 and built like Dolly Parton!
It soon became a game between us, I would look, he would look, I'd look away, he'd grin when I looked back! He had flirty eyes and a great smile, and like me, he could have flirted for England at the Olympics, we were well-matched! By noon I was already wet and becoming more turned on by the hour! I was in a tight black business suit, fitted jacket, short pencil skirt, stilettos and my blonde hair pinned up, all very professional except for the unbuttoned cream silk shirt flashing my generous pale breasts.
After lunch, we graduated into the aisle to chat and the teasing commenced. I knew he had a great view down my shirt and so I made sure to bend over and straighten brochures or retrieve dropped pens. We compared sales successes, challenging each other, toying with each other, both being more brazen with our eye contact by the hour.
Crowds of delegates would filter through, we'd both be busy doing our thing and then we'd look across the aisle and lock eyes for seconds, and my clit would pulse wildly. By the time we were breaking down our booths, we'd agreed on dinner with some other colleagues.
I was almost done and stretching up to reach the top bar of my booth frame on a step ladder, I felt him before I saw him. As I wobbled slightly, firm hands reached out and grasped my hips, and he pulled me down the steps and back against him holding me firmly.
"Let me get that for you," he said quietly, pushing his already hard cock against my butt. His hands slid up encircling my waist sliding across the silk, to graze the underside of my breasts. I let myself lean into him for a moment, I knew he could see down my shirt to my full breasts overflowing out of my pushup bra, and my aching nipples were poking clearly through the thin silk fabric.
Aware of colleagues I drew away and turned, his hands still on my hips just to ensure I didn't fall. A long drawn out blazing hot look passed between us, a 'fuck me' look, I licked my lips, he followed my tongue, I knew he wanted to kiss me.
"Thanks, I'll take the help," I said smiling up at him.
"No problem, always happy to help a colleague out, particularly the ones with great tits," he replied quietly, grinning at me. I pretended to be outraged, but we both knew right then where we were headed.
We were ready to go, booths packed up and the group discussed where and when we were meeting. It was agreed at a local restaurant in just over an hour. My room was onsite but his was not, as we walked away separating to get ready he followed me. We got in the elevator alone, the doors slid closed and without a word being said he moved, pinning me to the wall, forcing my hands over my head, pressing against me.
