Tomas hated these events. Work-social obligations are always awkward to handle. Despite years of experience as the Chief Technology Officer for DataCentrae and other tech firms, he could never get comfortable with these quasi-social engagements.
These types of events are primarily hosted by companies looking to hawk their software to him to make a commission off the potential of multi-million dollar projects with DataCentrae. He knew that they were not genuinely interested in him as a person.
He hated the fake pleasantries, having to feint interest in the hobbies of uninteresting, unnaturally attractive sales folk. Networking was an essential aspect of his role. However, he would rather be in the lab writing code to solve challenges with firmware than interact with such vapid people. This was going to be a long night.
He was sure Lindsay was going to be bored. He almost felt guilty for bringing his lover along on his work trip. It sounds exciting to travel to big cities for free. He was confident she got caught up in the idea of playing the role of his wife.
In reality, one is hardly free to enjoy the benefits. Lindsay had been cooped up in their hotel room nearly the entire length of their stay in Las Vegas, just waiting for him to finish working the trade show floor. Now, he asked her to go with him to this vendor-sponsored happy hour hosted by one of DataCentrae's significant partners.
Lindsay felt his anxiety. She could see the tension carried in his broad shoulders. His toned 50-year-old frame showed tension easily as his defined muscles tensed into defensive postures around his neck. He tried to buffer their plans all night, qualifying every decision he made.
Tomas' defensiveness was unlike him. He usually was much more commanding when he planned out their evening. She liked letting him dictate their plans. She did not like how he sounded unsure that she would have fun. She knew she would enjoy catching even just a glimpse of the life that consumes so much of his time away from her.
Lindsay walked out of the bathroom and towards him as he sat on the edge of the hotel suite bed. He was fiddling with his tie as he appeared to be tacitly aware of her presence, still trying to convince himself by explaining to her that she would be okay with simply smiling on his arm like a trophy. She was indeed a trophy. He had always made that clear to her.
Tomas loved to show her off. She loved the way he showed her off, constantly pushing her to flaunt her feminine form: her wide, sumptuous hips, full breasts, and toned but shapely legs. It was exciting to hear him describe her to others, to see the gleam in his eye as he chauffeured her through a bar, walking her past the establishment's clientele just to watch them ogle.
However, at that moment, Tomas was not himself. Lindsay knew he was not hiding her. He must be trying to protect her from his work associates. Now, she wanted to go even more. The curiosity about the cause of his hesitation was simply too much to ignore.
Lindsay dropped her damp towel on the bathroom floor just as she crossed the threshold and onto the carpet that demarcated the edge of the suite's bedroom. She sighed loudly, exaggerating her boredom with the conversation with dramatic flair. Her dramatics caught Tomas' attention.
Tomas' eyes widened, and his lips parted with a slow exhale whistling from his mouth. His eyes went from Lindsay's large breasts and erect nipples, hard in the air-conditioned air, to her wide hips and slim waist. He tried for a second longer to continue his train of thought, but all momentum escaped his argument as his eyes remained transfixed upon her.
Lindsay swung her hips in an exaggerated strut as she slowly approached him. She leaned over to walk her hands up his thighs and shoulders until she was seated straddled in his lap, facing him, smiling.
He stared at her mesmerizing breasts.
Tomas didn't break his gaze, but his hands were awake, caressing Lindsay's shoulders and back. He breathed her in slowly, enjoying how the scent of her feminine allure and perfume intoxicated him. He could feel his shoulders drop and relax as he inhaled her essence.
Lindsay could feel him throbbing through his dark, soft dress pants just under her bare ass.
"I am so going to enjoy tonight, hun," Lindsay said in a slow, low tone. "I think we should play with your associates; let's see who notices."
"Oh? And how shall we accomplish that, my devilish Kitten?" his tone was almost mockingly inquisitive.
"Go to my suitcase. Look inside the pocket. You will find two things that you need."
Lindsay slowly slid down his legs and stood up, naturally pushing her full breasts up and out as she straightened--a detail he was sure not to miss. He took a long moment to study her gorgeous form in the dim last light of dusk filtering through the high-rise hotel windows. Just staring at her sumptuous lines sparked a tension of building energy deep within him. He had to forcibly shake himself mentally from the trance she put him in.
Tomas stood up, finding that he was physically dizzy from the intoxicating effects she had on him. He found his footing and moved towards the closet, where she stowed her suitcase. Tomas quickly unzipped the little rolling carry-on luggage she traveled with. "How can someone who dresses so well live out of such a small piece of luggage?" he thought. As if to answer his question, clothes spilled onto the floor from the suitcase as he opened the clamshell hinge.
Tomas reached into the pocket on one side of the case, his fingers finding something cold. He grabbed the item, pulling out a large, bejeweled metal anal plug. The weight and size surprised him; it was much larger than the plugs they had previously used. It occurred to him that Lindasy needed some help to seat the plug correctly.
He returned to the suitcase pocket and found a bottle of lube. Tomas haphazardly and quickly shoved the clothes and items that spilled onto the floor into the suitcase and zipped it up. He spun around quickly and almost ran back towards the bed.
