This story is true. All participants are over 18 years old and consenting adults.
This story, although written by me, was edited by "soppingwetpanties" and I am very much indebted to her for the assistance.
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Last week my Firm had a two day "off-site" for Partners and Senior Managers at a posh conference centre about an hour north of the City. It is generally very intense during the day and through dinner, but afterwards a few of us go to the bar to catch whatever game is on the big screen. There are usually a few groups meeting at the same time and the facility is large enough to accommodate everyone. The other groups tend to stay together, but sometimes a few of them will be at the bar.
This year, there was one young lady sitting alone looking like she was waiting for a colleague to arrive. It is a "no jeans" kind of place and she was tastefully dressed in a pair of well cut pants and a loose sweater. My team was engrossed in the basketball game, but I glanced over to her a few times and she looked quite unhappy. And quite alone.
I surreptitiously asked the bartender to send a glass of white wine to her, but to refrain from identifying the benefactor. She at least needed a small amount of attention. There were a few others watching the game and I assumed that she'd have no idea of whom to suspect. The game was being played on the east coast so it was over relatively "early" at the conference centre. The final basket was scored at about 9 p.m. and she was still alone. I did notice that she'd asked for a second glass of wine perhaps hoping to stay and see what would happen.
All of the guys got up and left the bar once the post-game commentary came on the TV. I intentionally left my fountain pen on the table so I'd have to go back and retrieve it. As expected, when I returned to the bar, she was still there and still alone.
I picked up my pen and casually said, "You seem to be alone this evening. Looks like you got stood up? My name is Dave."
She shrugged and replied, "Well Dave, you got that right. I'm Karen and my colleague was supposed to meet me for a drink so we could re-hash the meeting today and prepare a response for tomorrow. One of the VP's said he wanted to chat with her after dinner and I'm afraid that she's getting herself into trouble with him tonight. She's not here so I think my fears are well founded and I'll just have to win the presentation tomorrow."
I could see that she was quite stressed and to take the edge off - I asked "Is it a written presentation or oral, I can help you with either but I am much better at oral..."
"Gee, I could really use some help Dave. If we go back to my room, I could jot down some bullet points and you could help me put them is a logical, coherent manner. And maybe we'll see if you are actually good at oral presentations."
Not waiting for an answer, see got up from the table, gave me a salacious wink and took my hand.
"Let's get working on my presentation." We walked to the elevator waited for the doors to open and when it came we got in and she pushed "9" for her floor. She kept holding my hand until the elevator stopped at "7". Two young women got in pushed the "11" button and immediately noticed Karen and I were holding hands.
Karen decided to break the uncomfortable silence. She said "Hi Amber, Hi Rose. This is Dave. We met at the bar downstairs while I was waiting for Dianne to show up to work on the presentation for tomorrow. She never arrived, but Dave here bought me a glass of wine and offered to help me with the oral presentation for tomorrow. He said he's something of an expert with oral and I'm about to find out!" The expression on the faces of the two women was priceless.
We got out at "9" and the elevator doors closed behind us. Karen broke out into a long laugh and said
"Did you see their eyes? I thought they were going to explode!! You better get me ready for the presentation tomorrow. After that, anything else is bonus!"
We made it to her room 923 and she unlocked the door and turned on some lights. She sat down at the desk and pulled out her notebook computer and started making some notes.
"Here are the bullet points from today as best as I can remember. I'll get 12 or so and you can help me organize my thoughts. I only need to talk for about 30 minutes. I am pretty good at ad-libbing to fill up whatever time is left over."
It took her about 10 minutes to finish so I went to the washroom and returned with the small bottle of lotion in my pocket. I was able to help her organize her thoughts in another 15 minutes or so. She was seated at the desk and I was standing behind her so when it was almost done, I put my hands on her shoulders and began a slow massage. She saved the work and closed the computer. I could feel her relax as I worked my hands into her shoulders and neck. I reached down in front of her to pull her sweater off and she did not resist. She helped me get it over her head. I slipped her lacy bra straps off of her shoulders and poured some of the lotion onto my hands. I continued to massage her shoulders while she made little purring sounds.
After a few minutes, she stood up, turned around and said, "That feels nice, but it's not oral. As I recall you promised oral and I intend to get it."
In a flash, she stripped off all of her clothes and stood in front of me. He tits were luscious, about 36C and firm. Excellent pointy nipples with pink areolas. Slim waist and a beautiful shaved pussy.
