Woo hoo the big deal was we got to go out of town. To Phoenix. In the summer. Big luxury training mission, a Residence Inn near Scottsdale. Not in Scottsdale, near it, out in front of Camelback Mountain. There was a golf course behind the hotel with some green grass, some people had cactus planted in their yards, otherwise the city was dull brown. All grass dead. And dry. And hot.
It was people from several branches of our company. I suppose corporate saved money sending us all to one place and paying the trainer for one four-day session, rather than flying them around to each regional office. I saw a few people there who used to work in our office in Pittsburgh, but mostly it was strangers.
The trainer was a plump youngish woman in a blazer, I guess you call it, an ugly jacket. She had her slides and her jokes and was moving us along well enough. She was the kind who had us move our chairs into a big circle, so we could all blah-blah-blah equally. There were nice hotel chairs, wood, cushioned, not folding chairs like we have in our own hometown conference rooms. I'd say there were twenty of us in the group, mostly dressed more casually than we would be for work, but not jeans or t-shirts or anything. Not ties, but collared shirts, pant-suits and dresses for the ladies.
My chair ended up directly across the circle from a cutie I had had my eye on for two days. She was a slender and shy little thing from the Cincinnati office. Lisa was the name. We had been at the same table for breakfast this morning and had exchanged a few words, no big scene, but I definitely was aware of her. Today she was wearing a fashionably short dress, sleeveless which made sense in this weather, with her hair up in a who-cares kind of bunch on top of her head. As I glanced over she was laughing and talking to the two people beside her, before the exercise started.
We had to go around the circle telling some kind of story about how we would deal with some shit, I don't remember. It doesn't matter. As people told their stories I glanced over a few times and was admiring Lisa's legs in that skirt. It had ridden up a bit and, well you take what you can get at these boring things, you know? A nice pair of legs, better than nothing.
I did not see her looking at me, but as I glanced over she suddenly opened her legs and shot me a view of her panties.
My heart skipped a beat. I looked at the guy sitting next to me, and he was enthusiastically listening to some lady's stupid tale about some employee who, whatever. Glanced back at Lisa and again her legs shifted just enough to reveal those white cotton panties to me. Her hand absent-mindedly reached down and pulled her hem up a little higher while I was watching. This time I stared, and this time she held the pose. I thought I saw a smile cross her lips but there was no sign that she was doing this for me, or was aware of my existence at all.
Later in the exercise I did see her look directly at me and smile. She had pale lipstick on, and I realized she had a very pretty face. He was not one to attract attention to herself, but she was actually quite lovely. It was hard to tell but there was potentially a curvy body under that dress, too.
We had a mid-morning break at a little hospitality room down the hall. I had a cup of coffee and was picking up a donut when I felt the distinctive feeling of a pair of hard tits against my arm. I knew who it was without looking up. She stood there a few seconds, literally wiping those big breasts against my upper arm, and finally I said, "Oh hey, Lisa, didn't see you there."
"Oh hi, Doc was it?"
"That's what they call me," I said. She had not stepped back and I gestured with my arm in a way that rubbed against her nipples, both of them. She continued smiling at me without stepping back.
I was beginning to get the idea, and I liked it. There are certain women who like to tease. It's plausible deniability, they like to get a reaction without taking responsibility for provoking it. And I am totally in favor of that. A flash of cleavage, a flirtatious comment -- these things make life worth living, whether they lead to something or not. Another thing I have found in my short life is that a lot of women who tease are really trying to start something, they are just being careful about it. It's not that they tease to frustrate you (though there are some who do that), they just don't want to deal with the reputational risk of communicating their desires directly. Plus, if you fail the test, if you get flustered or angry or confused or come on too strong, then they will have just had a little fun, no harm has been done, and they move on.
In my experience, the thing that teases appreciate the most is being teased back. If they "accidentally" wink at you, saying there was something in their eye, you can accidentally wink back and they can't blame you, because they did it, too. Nobody has to say anything or embarrass themselves with a proposition that is turned down. And maybe it won't be.
She was standing up against me, pushing her breasts into my bicep. I said, "I'd like you to suck my dick when it's quiet."
She drew back: "What?"
"I said, 'I know I should stick to my diet,'" I said. "I always gain weight on these trips. I probably shouldn't have this donut."
"Oh, whew," she said. "I guess I misheard you."
"What did you think I said?" I asked her with a friendly innocent smile.
"I don't know," she said. "Let me grab a cup." And she reached around me in such a way that not only were her tits pushing into my chest but her hips were pressed against mine, too. She gave me a smile with her face about three inches away from mine.
"I could shoot a load down your throat," I said, speaking almost directly into her ear.
"You what?" She froze, maintaining the full body press.
"I said the coffee is already getting cold," I said.
"Oh," she said, with a smile. "Man, my hearing is weird today."
"Show me your pussy later," I said.
"What did you say?"
"Well just a minute," I said. "What did you think I said? Am I mumbling or something?"
"Sort of, I guess," she said. "I didn't know what you said."
"I said it's going to be over a hundred later," I said. "Do you have difficulty hearing? I think we're going to have a session on that kind of disability this afternoon, maybe I can learn how to communicate with you better."
"Oh, no," she said, "I hear fine. And you are communicating clearly enough."
"Oh good," I said. "I expect you to swallow."
"You what?"
"We only have today and tomorrow," I said. "So whatever we are going to learn we have to learn it tomorrow."
"Or today," she said. She had her cup of coffee now and had stepped closer, with those big hard breasts sweeping back and forth over my rib cage while she talked to me.
"Sure today," I said. "Maybe lunchtime."
"They're taking a break from eleven to one," Lisa said.
"Are you going on that hike to Papago Mountain?" I asked her.
"I don't know."
"I'm not. I'd rather come in your mouth. It's going to be too hot for me."
She looked at me curiously. "Did you say what I thought you said?" she asked.
I laughed. "Well I don't know what you thought I said."
"It sounded like, oh never mind."
"Did it sound like something bad?" I asked her.
"No, not really bad, but unusual," she replied.
"I said those people are crazy to go out. That seems like a pretty normal thing to say. I'd rather stay in my room."
"Me too," she said.
"You'd rather stay in my room?"
She laughed. "That wasn't what I meant."
