I had met him, for the first time, several months previously on one of these short management courses. We had been isolated, along up with about 20 others, for five days, in a minor stately home turned into a conference centre, in the depths of the English countryside. The course itself was interesting, but he and I had early on showed an interest in each other. He was tall and well-built, and I found him very physically attractive. But I liked him more, because he was funny, and made me laugh, and did not take things too seriously. He had a winning smile, and his eyes twinkled when he was amused. He seemed to be amused quite a lot in my company, as his eyes twinkled a lot as we looked at each other. From a fairly circumspect start, as the course progressed, we began to seek each other out, in the coffee breaks, and sat next to each other at lunch time, and at dinner. We clearly enjoyed each other's company.
On the last evening of the course, there was a gala dinner, followed by some dancing. I enjoyed myself, and flirted with several of the men, but shared an, almost secret, smile with him whenever our eyes met. Later in the evening, when free-flowing wine had lubricated all our social instincts, he came up behind me as I was talking to some people, put his arms around my waist from behind, and leaned his chin on my shoulder, before saying
'I would like to dance with you.'
I smiled and moved to his hands away from my waist, while saying,
'..I am sure that would be possible. Excuse me,..'
I said to the people I had been talking to. Although I thought that I was handling it very well, I was in a state of some shock and excitement. As he had he put his arms around me and leaned his chin on my shoulder, he had pressed his body hard against me and I had felt his big, and very hard, erection pressing into my buttocks.
We danced, and he held me close against him, my breasts crushed against his chest, and his erection pressing into my belly. He was making me very excited, and I was enjoying pressing my hard nipples against him and feeling my pussy blossom and to moisten as his hard cock pressed against me. After just one dance I was ready for adventure, but we were interrupted by our colleagues who took us back to play some game at the billiards table. The party got noisy and raucous, and then one of our male colleagues collapsed, much the worse for wear. This seemed to be the sign for the party to break up. He, and another of the bigger men, took it upon themselves to carry the victim up to his room. Others began to leave too and, after loitering for a little in case he returned, I also went to my room I was a little disappointed, but thought that perhaps it was just as well, as who knows what might have happened. As I undressed, I entertained myself with thoughts of what might have happened, and when I lay down I played with some of the scenarios, and came three times with him before I went to sleep. I did not see him the next day, and left without saying goodbye to him.
Several months later, one of the course participants arranged a dinner for as many of us as could to make it: to compare notes, and remember what we had done on our course. Although I held no expectations for the evening, I had enjoyed the company of most of my colleagues, so I went along to the dinner. He was there, and I was surprised at my own strong physical arousal, as soon as I saw him. When he saw me, across the room, he smiled broadly, and twinkled at me, and then deliberately, but greeting everyone on his way, made his way across the room to see me. He held me lightly at the waist, somehow managing to do get his hands under my loose blouse, and touch my bare skin as he kissed me on both cheeks.
'How lovely to see you again,' he murmured, as I was overwhelmed with waves of pleasure and desire, and I could not say anything except,
'Yes, isn't it.'
He let go of me, stood back, and smiled intimately at me.
'Will you sit next to me at dinner, please?'
'Of course,' I replied, as lightly as I could manage, 'I really want to know how you have implemented it all at those ideas from the course,' and I smiled at him so that he knew that I was not serious.
He, on the other hand, suddenly looked a very serious, and said,
'Well, there is at least one idea that I had on the course, that I have not yet implemented, but hope to do so is soon.'
Then he smiled warmly at me and moved on to talk to someone else, as someone else came to greet to me.
We did not talk again until it was time to sit down before dinner and he sought me out, and sat next to me on my right. We were surrounded by our colleagues, and the conversation was light, and we laughed a lot. At the end of the main course, while we were waiting for dessert, I was talking to the person on my left, and learning about life in or the media. He was talking across the table to the woman who was big in a merchant bank in the City. As we continued our respective conversations I felt his hand move across, and rest on my thigh, just above my knee, and below the level of my short skirt. I was wearing no stockings, and to feel his skin on mine, in a non public area, was a shock, but a very pleasant one.
