I jerked awake as the plane touched the ground. Jesus, did I really sleep that whole flight? I thought to myself as I lifted off my eye mask and rubbed my eyes.
It was a early morning flight that got me to Atlanta at 10:30 am and allowed me to catch up on a little sleep after needing to get to the airport at 5am at the latest.
I was in town for a clients quick internal vendor meeting. Which meant I was going to be in a lightly air conditioned room all afternoon chatting with their employee's as they wandered past my table. It was my first time doing this with this client and I was curious on the other vendors that would be in the room also. Usually it was a mix of guys who thought they were alpha jackasses and guys who were chill.
My product wasn't in a competitive landscape with the other vendors I knew thanks to the list sent out beforehand. The manager usually tried to avoid sticking people with the same products in the same room.
I was stiff after the flight and already wasn't looking forward to being on a plane again a little more than 24 hours from now. My flight back home left at 11 am the next day. Just a one day trip, so I was hoping it would all be worth it by the end.
I grabbed my bag, packed into the Uber, and listened to my podcast all the way to the hotel that was about 30 minutes away.
I checked my watch and was pleased to see I had more than enough time before needing to be at the site, set up, and ready by 2pm.
I checked in, unpacked, and then headed to the hotel bar to grab a slightly early lunch so I wasn't sluggish by the time I got to the venue.
A salad and a beer later, I was changing into my work polo and heading back out of the hotel. It was very hot and humid. I wish I could have done the event in just shorts instead of the black pants I had on! It must have been north of 90 degrees and by the time the Uber arrived I was sweating just waiting in the shade.
The air conditioning in the car helped though and I was able to cool off before checking in and setting up my items on the table. Luckily it looked like there were only three other vendors there that day, so it wouldn't be crazy busy.
I knew one guy who I'd seen at other trade shows, he was cool. The other two were nice when we all greeted each other, waiting for the employees to come down so we could talk their ears off.
One guy really caught my eye. He was with a company that sold those large industrial fans for warehouses and he was a cool breeze to look at!
He was probably at least 20 years older than me. I was guessing late forties or maybe even fifty. He was maybe an inch or two shorter than me. He introduced himself as Mark and had a really strong grip. His body had a really lean, hard look to him that must have come from being the handyman for his entire neighborhood! You could tell he used to be covered in muscles, but time had wrinkled his skin a little and had added a few extra pounds to hide a six pack.
Mark also had a silver necklace that was buried in his mountain of chest hair below his full beard. His hair was about medium length and pushed back with lots of flecks of grey interrupting the black hairs. His body hair that I could see from his chest was the same. It also looked like he had a full sleeve tattoo on his right arm peeking out of his dress shirt.
His left hand had jewelry too. A thick, gold wedding band. Too bad for me, I thought.
I let the dream that entered my mind of our naked bodies rolling around a massive bed drift from my mind. No point in getting worked up over something that wouldn't come true!
I refocused and the afternoon passed quickly. Several successful mini meetings took place and I was confident the trip was worthwhile!
As I packed up and prepared to head back to the hotel, I felt someone standing nearby and looked up to see Mark standing at my table.
"Oh hi, I almost didn't even see you!" I said in a little bit of surprise.
He laughed, "Well don't be scared!" He held out his hands in a fake calm down position and smiled. "No, I was just curious if you were here tonight? I'm just looking to grab some food and drink at the hotel and usually don't like to hang out alone when I can avoid it."
His voice was slow and confident. He definitely seemed like a guy who knew what he wanted and took it. That thought wound up pushing my fantasies to the front of my mind!
"Yeah, I don't fly out until like late morning tomorrow. What hotel are you at?"
"The Hilton, about two miles away."
"Oh cool, that's where I'm at too!"
"Lucky coincidence!" He said and I fought back a blush as he shot a big smile with gleaming white teeth framed by his beard.
"Yeah, I mean I still have to finish here and I'll probably change, but I wouldn't mind company either. Wanna meet at the hotel bar at like 7?" I offered.
"Sounds good to me, I'd offer to help, but I think I'll have my hands full too!" He said gestured back to his table with two fully bags to take back on his flight.
"No worries!" I said laughing. "See you at 7."
He gave a casual wave and took off with his stuff in tow.
Fuck me. I'm going to be up all night horny as fuck. I thought as I packed up and headed back to my room.
I undressed quickly and changed back into more casual clothes. I wore a pair of sneakers, cotton shorts, and a casual black tee shirt. I saw I had a little time and popped open my laptop to finish a few work items before going to meet Mark.
Before I headed out, I did a quick check in the bathroom. Re-applying deodorant, a quick cologne spray, and washed my mouth with mouth wash.
I was in my mid 20's, lean, but in a runner sense, not muscular and hard bodied like Mark seemed. My body and groin area was shaved and I maintained that very well. I lifted my shirt and smiled at how my lean abs looked in the lighting. God I was vain, I thought and headed out the door.
When I got to the hotel bar, Mark was already there, sitting at the far corner. He looked like he went straight there after the event, still wearing the same chino pants, dress shirt, and boots.
He smiled and waved me over. "Hey, thanks again for making a little time for this old timer."
"Haha no, you seem chill and I was probably going to be boring and watch movies all night or work anyway. You're much better company." I said blushing right away. Damn it man, don't flirt, you'll just wind up disappointed! I thought glancing again at his wedding ring.
I ordered an old fashioned and Mark continued to sip beers. He was on his third by the time our food arrived.
He was pretty cool, we had some light conversation about our work places, the travel woes of being away from home, I learned he had a wife and three kids. They'd been married for 25 years.
After about an hour, we were really getting into more fun conversations. We both liked baseball, though he was a Yankees fan which was disappointing. I was on my third old fashioned and couldn't help but let my eyes drift around his hot body again. He had a bulge that made me desperate to see out of his chinos.
"So, do you want to have sex with me tonight?" Mark said casually.
My eyes snapped up and focused on his eyes again. Did I hear him right? He was smiling coolly and didn't waver from meeting my eye contact, like he just asked if I wanted another drink. Maybe I misheard him?
"Um, what sorry, I missed that?" I stammered out.
He laughed and took another sip of his beer. "I said, do you want to have sex with me tonight?"
I blinked a couple of times. I mean yes, obviously, but was he just fucking with me? Or did he actually want to fuck me? Whatever, the risk was worth it.
"I mean, yeah I do." I finally got out.
"Good." Was all he said and took another sip.
I drank my old fashioned. "You're joking aren't you?"
He laughed, "No, I just thought you're fun at the bar, you're probably fun in bed too, and life's too short not to ask!"
On that we agreed! "Ok, but I mean, aren't you married?"
