"So, just as a hypothetical thing, just how much trouble would someone get into if someone, say me as the someone, was to make a pass at you at a time like this?"
"Trouble? What do you mean Al?" Sharon asked, "Men make passes at women all the time, and for the most part we like it. You only get in trouble if you were to be pushy about it if I said no, assuming that I said no. Being as this is a business trip, I would have the right to raise a stink about it when we got back, if you were pushy - and I had said no."
Well, that was a partial answer. I was cleared to ask her to join me in my bed, and she had made it clear that asking it once was all that she would tolerate - if she were to reject the offer. Let me explain how I got into the position of asking her that in the first place. As a technical writer for a large corporation, I don't usually get to travel on the company tab very often. Not long ago the opportunity arose for one of these infrequent trips; a two-day class given by another company in Chicago. In spite of my manager wanting to send another writer on this particular trip with me, a woman I'm not exactly crazy about, I jumped on it.
Now, about the woman who went with me, and to whom I had addressed the question. Sharon is about average height, very thin, and a bit smaller breasted than I like women, but otherwise not exactly hard to look at. Most of the problem with her was her personality. If there were ever a woman who would be the first to yell sex discrimination or sexual harassment, in any department, she would probably do it. In other words, the "boys" had to be a little careful around her. Sharon seemed a little cold and had been referred to from time to time as the "Ice Princess." She really wasn't all that bad, but we did get a little mileage out of that title. She was married, had two kids, and went to church - I assume with her hubby. I rated my chances of getting into her pants on this trip as being somewhere between zip and zero.
The plan of attack for this trip was to leave for Chicago on a Sunday evening, pick up the rental car, and check into the hotel. The next day we would drive over to this other company's site for the class. There were two day's worth of classes. We would be flying back to Denver after class the second day.
We caught an evening flight out of Denver and arrived in Chicago right on time. After claiming our bags, we proceeded to the rental car counter and got the car. Since it was in my name, I would be driving. Not being especially fond of Sharon, I didn't consider this to be a bad thing!
The rest of that night was about what you would expect. We checked into the hotel and agreed to meet in the lobby in the morning just in time to drive over to the class. More for the hell of it than anything, I invited her to join me for a nightcap at the hotel's bar after we got settled in our rooms. To my surprise, she took me up on the offer. We spent well over an hour together in the bar chatting before calling it a night. She presented a completely different side of her that evening, much more friendly and open that she ever was at the office.
Monday was the first day of class. The instructor was a woman who had my undivided attention, and it wasn't the subject matter either! She wore those little business power suits that had a short skirt, and this one really showed off her cute little ass. When she bend over to explain something, there was a rather pleasant view down her front. There wasn't a blouse on under that blazer, and as far as I could tell, she didn't have a bra on either. There wasn't any visible panty line, which aroused my interest even further. The subject matter of the class wasn't exactly taxing, so I could devote a lot of my time to that age-old question; is she wearing undies, or isn't she? By the end of the day I still didn't know, but I was horny as all hell. Yes, I know, men can be such pigs. I thought I was old enough that my hormones wouldn't get out of control like that - bad guess! Sharon was starting to look good. Okay she looked good before, even if she was pretty flat chested, but now...
After class, Sharon and I drove back to the hotel and agreed to meet in the lobby at six and pick a place for dinner. That gave us about an hour to freshen up a little and relax before going to dinner. As six we met in the lobby and went off to dinner. It was nothing to write home about, but not bad either. Sharon and I had a rather pleasant time together. After dinner, we came back to the hotel and went for a few drinks at the hotel bar. It was after the second round of drinks that I had finally asked her about the consequences of making a pass at her and got her answer.
"That being the case then," I said, "how about we go up to my room and you can see the wonderful collection of etchings they have in that room?"
"I'm not into etchings."
That almost sounded like a rejection, but I decided to push it a little anyway. "We could talk a little more I suppose."
"Do we have to do something so damn intellectual?"
"How about something more primal, animalistic, something to soothe the savage instincts?"
"That's a little more like it," she said downing her drink, "but I think my savage instincts are going to go through a little moaning and such before they're soothed. Let's get one to go and you can show me the etchings in your room, not that I believe for one moment that there are any. The fact that I'm not into etchings notwithstanding, I'm also horny tonight and I was hoping you could do something artistic about that as long as you seem to be in an artsie mood."
"You've got the right man."
"I was hoping to 'come' for the right man," she said with a wicked grin, "maybe a couple of times."
We left for my room. Once we were inside and had the door securely locked, she looked around the room as she peeled off her blouse and dropped it on the floor where she was standing. "Just as I thought; no etchings," she said.
The rest of Sharon's clothes came off quickly. I was stripping just as fast as she was. There was nothing romantic or teasing about it. This was pure lust and sexual need. We simply ripped our clothes off as we moved toward the bed, pulled the covers back, and got onto the bed.
I kissed her a couple of times and was about to get a little tongue action going when she pushed my head down toward her chest. Yea, so much for that romantic stuff, let's get to the raw sex. In spite of not having much in the chest department, she did have some rather nice nipples. I had to wonder if she had nursed her two kids and that's where the large nipples came from. Large breasts don't do much for me, but nice long nipples sure do. Hers were sticking up now, long, nice and erect, and surrounded by a small dark areola, just waiting to be sucked on. She was definitely excited, there wasn't any breeze perking these two up. My hand slid down her thin body to her small well- trimmed bush as I sucked a nipple into my mouth. With the nipple deep in my mouth, I held the base of it firmly with my teeth as my tongue flicked over the end of it. She emitted a long low groan and arched her back.
"Bite it harder," she whispered. "Oh God I almost think I could come if you keep that up. Finally someone who knows about nipples."
Finally? I had to wonder what her husband did - or didn't do - with them. Taking that as a hint, I gave that nipple my best work-over for a few minutes and then leaned across her and gave the other on the same treatment. Meanwhile, I had run my fingers through her trim bush and finally moved a finger between her legs and over her nether lips, not parting them, but just running a finger over them. The first few times I ran my finger up and down her sex slit it was dry. Before long however, it began to get moist, and then very quickly, it was soaking wet with her juices. Her legs began to move further apart. Before long, I could feel the thin inner sex lips peaking out between the puffy outer ones. Their appearance was soon followed by her clit. Now as I ran my finger up to the top of her sex, my fingertip brushed over the tip of her very erect clit.
