I've decided to relate some of my sexual liaisons over the years. A few were one-time affairs, a couple lasted a year or more. Of course, names have been changed, and situations. But the acts are true, and wonderfully remembered.
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We had known each other for several years, primarily on a business basis. Becky would show up now and then for a training session, which lasted about two weeks. She would be a little flirt on some days, and I would feel a tingling in my cock. But I never approached her for anything, knowing she was married and had a child.
A few years later I had moved on to another job, doing different things. A year or so after being in my new job, the company had a conference scheduled in one of the larger hotels in the city. People of all positions within the company would be attending, from all over the U.S. We would also be bringing administrative assistants from the outlying offices to work on attendance sheets, forums, meetings and the like.
On the second day of the conference, there was a knock on my cubicle. Somewhat irritated at the interruption, I turned around, ready to assail the interrupter. My surprise snuffed the irritation when I saw Becky standing at the entrance to the cubicle. She was a short woman, maybe five feet, couldn't have weighed 100 pounds. Her hair was short, cut close to her head. She reminded me of a pixie - cute, foxy, energetic.
I decided this was a good time for a smoke break, so I invited her to come outside with me. I told her we could catch up on each other's lives.
We talked for about 30 minutes, relating significant and some not so significant times in our lives for the past couple of years. She already knew I was single, having been divorced for some seven or eight years. I also have no children. She, on the other hand, was going through a divorce and was worried about her son, who was 11ish then, about whether she or her ex would get custody. We talked about that for a bit, and then I knew I needed to return to my work.
Returning to the office, I checked her in professionally, asking her where she was staying, did she have adequate transportation, and was she okay with her finances. All was well, and she left in a bit to check into her motel.
I didn't see her again for a few days, until I was able to get to the conference myself. That particular day was the busiest, with the most heavies in the company being present, and the most speeches and needs for assistance in presenting slide shows. Later that evening there was a dinner for all the participants and the administrative assistants, too.
After dinner some of us gathered at the hotel bar, and knowingly, Becky made her way round to me. She was in a strange mood, kind of teary-eyed, wanting to cry, but trying to keep her happy face on. After an hour or so, she leaned over to me, saying she was going to her room on the eighth floor. I asked her if she wanted some company, and she said I could come along if I wished.
In the elevator she clammed up, not saying anything, but only hanging her head. After a moment, I realized she was crying, so I simply reached over and pulled her close to me and just held her for the rest of the ride. The elevator stopped on the 20th floor. We got out and she led me down the hallway to her room. Going inside, she turned on a lamp, told me to get comfortable, she had to pee. I walked over to the windows and gazed out on the city for a few minutes.
