One of my hottest memories still to this day, was with a hot and very married colleague, we met for the first time on this trip. It happened at an end of year celebratory jolly held at a very picturesque chalet hotel in Gstaad, Switzerland. I was a Sales Manager and he was a Marketing Manager for one of the most recognized brands in the world.
He showed up after a few days with a bottle of Champagne at my door. It was one of those moments of complete uninhibited lust you sometimes encounter in life. I remember him pinning me to the door as we kissed wildly. We barely made it to the bed and then had completely legendary sex for a couple of hours all over the room.
The next day it would be fair to say we struggled in the meetings and both looked like hell! I thought we'd got away with it, but my boss who had the room next door to me, asked me if he could expect another restless, disturbed night again with a big grin!
Anyway, it was never repeated between us, we parted with a smile and hug at Heathrow and not long after I changed companies. But it was an absolutely epic night of hot sex, and somewhere in the world, there's a middle-aged man who also remembers this very well!
So if you worked for the most famous toothbrush manufacturer in the world in the UK in the marketing dept in the late 80's, went to Gstaad and your name is Mark, well I still have the pics of us together in the bar!
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Mark and I had spent a few days flirting discreetly, through various brand meetings and new product launches for the upcoming year. He was cute, shorter than I usually go for at about 5'7 so we were on eye level, but had the typical upper-class English college boy look, think young Hugh Grant, that was very much 'my thing' in men at that time.
We were staying on the company ticket in Gstaad, 'the' poshest and most famous ski resort worldwide at the time, the celebrity ski hangout of the 1980's. The hotel was spectacular, a gorgeous log chalet straight off a movie set and surrounded by six feet of snow.
We were there for a week, all expenses paid, each day consisted of meetings and every night was a party fueled by a free bar. There were a few flirtations going on between colleagues, everyone lost their usual reservations and inhibitions away from home and in another country it seemed. Many left the usual reasons to act with some morals and restraint at the border crossing. Combine all those elements with naturally outgoing, loud, confident sales people and you have rocket fuel for illicit liaisons developing!
I was one of a handful of single women and so there was a large target on my back the moment we stepped on the plane. I knew a number of the sales team liked me, so it was surprising when I found myself mutually attracted to a quiet brand marketing manager, but opposites often attract.
As the days progressed we'd gravitate to each other every opportunity, seated together increasingly through meetings, discreetly flirting, exchanging lust laced looks over coffee, pairing up for team building sessions. Squeezed together on shared sofas, thighs pressed up against each other, brushing against each other at the bar, touching fingers as we passed drinks, locking eyes as we talked.
I knew he was married with a young family, forbidden fruit, but that just made him more attractive as there was no chance of him getting attached. I had no interest in a long term commitment, as I enjoyed my freedom and was going through my own particular spell of sexual liberation.
On day three there was a noticeable increase in the mutual awareness, we basically wanted to fuck each other senseless and both knew it. All day long the tension increased as we moved from session to session, shared lunch with others while trying not to just openly stare at each other, and then avoided an all out groping at the bar as we stood together flirting for England. The sparring game was over and we both knew it, now it was just a matter of who would make the first move to light the fuse, and how soon.
We had another long day ahead, so I took the initiative and said I was turning in for an early night. In fact my only plan was to have a very long night and still get some sleep in. Everyone had been drinking and there were a few wisecracks made about Mark keeping me company, the sexual tension was clear for all to see apparently. We laughed it off but I was very aware of him watching me walk away, and we exchanged a hot look as I glanced back turning the corner.
I knew he'd wait awhile and stay with the boys until it looked less obvious. So I took a long, deep leisurely bath, applied a sensual body lotion and slid into my sexiest black lace panties, push-up black lace bra cradling my full DD's, lacy suspenders and black stockings with black high pumps.
I'd just finished pinning up my long blonde curly hair, when the knock at the door I was expecting came. Smiling I opened the door wide and laughed as I watched Mark's jaw drop as his gaze ran down my body.
"Bloody hell do you normally open your hotel door dressed like that woman?!"
"Only when I'm pretty sure I know the man at the door is bearing champagne" I replied laughing and stepping back to welcome him in to my room. Mark stepped inside and as I closed the door, I found myself pressed hard up against the door my hands held to my sides.
"Wow you're not what I was expecting at all!" I said an inch from his lips, as we locked eyes.
"Mmmm well you've been teasing me for days, I figure the least I'm owed is a snog" he muttered gazing into my eyes, and then letting them slide down to my full parted lips.
He was sexy as hell, a couple of inches shorter than me in heels. But right now this put him at a distinct advantage as he leaned in and kissed my neck, slowly and sensually just below my left ear. His tongue flicked out and trailed fire down my neck to my shoulder, which he proceeded to nibble along lightly, as his left hand came up to cup my breast. I moaned and pushed my breasts and hips forward against his hard body, as my right hand came up and into his hair.
"God I want you, I have had a hard-on for you for days," he said pressing his swollen cock into my pelvis, as his left thumb circled my nipple teasingly.
"Mmmm we have done a bloody good job of teasing each other" I laughed as I leaned wantonly against the door, eye slightly closed, admiring how pretty he was.
Leaning back but pulling me against him tight with an arm snaked around my waist, his fingertips caressing the skin exposed just above my panties, he leaned in to kiss me. As our lips met the desire that had been slowly building between us exploded into white-hot lust instantly. We devoured each other hungrily, tongues twisting together, lips locked in passion.
He pulled back, eyes glazed over "Fuck! Let's get to bed with the champagne before either of us thinks this through and reclaims our sanity" he said laughing and squeezing my butt, pulling me tight against his very obvious erection.
