Normally I hate these ice-breaker activities, especially at professional conference, but with this table-mate I was willing to give it a try. It wasn't an accident that I sat here. He has average looks but is fit and trim. He looks to be in his late forties or early fifties and takes very good care of himself. His polo shirt is snug around his shoulders and biceps, revealing good muscle tone without being overly bulky. I can see some chest hair where the shirt is unbuttoned. His hair is cropped short and is gray around the temples. It gives him a professorial look. The salt and pepper goatee is carefully trimmed around full lips. He has no ring on his left hand.
He introduces himself as Jack. When we shake hands he holds on for an extra second or two while holding eye contact. Hazel eyes and a warm smile make me want to hold on even longer. He tells me he doesn't like ice-breaker activities but he'll give it a try if I'm willing. I am so willing. Our task is to find ten things we have in common. We find them rather quickly. 1. Single (he's divorced and I'm a widower) 2. Have adult children. 3. Live in the bay area 4. Running 5. Work in technology 6. Read science fiction 7. Hate icebreakers 8.
We meet in the hotel lobby bar after dinner and find seats on a sofa. We order drinks and chat for a bit. The couch is about ready to be replaced. When you sit down you sink a little too far for comfort. When Jack tries to get up to go to the restroom he falls back into his seat and puts his hand on my knee to steady himself. He leaves it there even after he is back sitting. He apologizes and I ask if he needs a push. He laughs that he probably does. As he gets up the second time his hand grips my knee tighter and I put my hand on his lower back and push lightly, letting my hand slide down to his butt as he rises. He says thanks and gives my knee an extra squeeze as he walks away.
When Jack returns he sits a little closer so our legs are touching. After our 2nd round of drinks arrives he suggests we finish them up in his room. I enthusiastically agree and we head toward the elevator. We get in the car and he hits the button for the 10th floor. After the door closes he turns and leans in and kisses me on the lips. My mouth opens and his tongue finds mine. I place a hand on the back of his head and pull his mouth harder against mine. His moustache tickles my upper lip The kiss lasts until the ding lets us know we have arrived. We separate as the doors open. My heart is racing a bit and I am horny as a teenager.