Four drinks on the plane, one more at the airport, and surprisingly another two in the shuttle. That's what I did to pass the travel time before I set foot in the lobby of the most beautiful resort I had ever been allowed to enter. Danielle had only given me two questioning looks. She did not want me to embarrass her. I had done that before.
Danielle had a Biology degree, an easy going personality, plump breasts, a thin waist, a round ass and an amazing ability to hold eye contact and lick her lips at the same time. She was the perfect pharmaceutical sales representative. Since she was casually dating a few guys she said she hadn't wanted to bring any of them on the trip she had earned for hitting her yearly sales goals. I was her third choice, but could get the time off from work.
Actually I guess the doctors she spent her days "eye fucking" (her phrase) were the ones selling the drugs, she was just encouraging them not to use generics. I should have been upset about her role in causing the high price of health care, but instead I was drunk.
My boyfriend had recently ended things with me since he was ready for marriage and kids, and I was only ready for another fruity drink filled with rum. I was looking forward to a change in scenery. Danielle elbowed me hard when I made an obscene gesture behind the bell boy who was bringing our bags to our room.
The entire resort was reserved this week for sales people who had been sent by their companies as a reward. She had tried to explain how this worked to me four or five times and I simply didn't understand. There were a couple of award dinners scheduled, but since people were from every different field from insurance, to finance, to real estate I couldn't wrap my head around what awards were given. She told me the bar would still be open during this and I stopped asking questions.
The room was actually pretty standard, but Danielle was clearly relieved to see they had not made a mistake and we did have seperate beds. Danielle was in a hurry to get to the beach before the couple of coworkers she knew got there. This was the moment I had gotten drunk for.
Standing next to Danielle when she is in a bikini is a suicide mission. I believe most women know what I mean when I say I simply disappeared as all eyes moved to her strong shapely legs, barely covered butt, and slightly jiggling boobs. Ladies if you don't know what I mean about "disappearing" then congratulations, your the hottest of all your friends.
We ended up near the pool and Danielle seemed to relax for the first time. We soaked in the sun and passed the rest of the afternoon catching up with each other. Yes we had travelled together all day but a crowded airplane doesn't really let you talk comfortably.
At sun down we headed back to our room to change for dinner. That's when I got to meet her coworkers. I would love to visit the factory where they create these woman. Between the shiny hair, impeccable skin, fresh manicures and perfectly tailored clothing I was confused about what I should be feeling most inadequate about.
That feeling only got worse as they began speaking. These were very educated women who all but one of which planned to go to medical school eventually, and the only dissenter to that plan was because she was thinking about an opportunity at a venture capital firm.
All three of Danielle's coworkers had brought men with them, two boyfriends and a husband. We were all in our late 20's, but these three were definitely further along then both Danielle and myself in the relationship area. Dinner started with the woman trying to include me in the conversation but eventually they drifted to shop talk. The guys were doing the thing guys do when they first meet; trying to work humble brags into a conversation about sports. The empty wine glasses started to pile up in front of me.
As dinner came to a close Danielle and her entourage of beautiful people began circulating through the room. I circulated my way to the bar.
I settled into a seat near an older gentleman, late 50's balding just a bit, a slight belly starting to form but well dressed and nicely tanned. He didn't seem to have anyone with him.
We chatted a bit, he worked for a chain of pharmacies, and his work had helped them grown enough in a new market that year that he had gotten this trip, or something like that. I wasn't firing on all cylinders at this point. We chatted for about 20 minutes before his hand first brushed my thigh, he did a good job of acting like it was nothing, but the intention was clear. I didn't hate the attention, it was a bit affirming so I stayed another few minutes, but better to end this conversation before he took my politeness for interest.
I was very happy to find my room without assistance and it only took me three tries to unlock the door. Sleep came quickly after that.
I awoke the next morning when Danielle opened the door to the room. She was wearing very cute yoga pants and a sports bra, she had apparently already worked out. I only had a small amount of eyeliner smeared across my cheek.
She sat on the edge of my bed and I was concerned I had done something wrong when I was drunk.
"I'm sorry about last night, I shouldn't have left you like that." She said.
I was very relieved. While I did feel a little left out, I was really here for the beach, I wasn't going to complain that she had done some networking.
I assured her it was no big deal and after I cleaned myself up we headed out for the day. Once again drinking started early and continued throughout the day.
As evening set in we were pleasantly inebriated and in the mood to mingle. Danielle seemed to be following my lead for once and not worrying about advancing her career.
There was a mock lua set up that evening, it may have been somewhat aimed at the local culture but it definitely had Hawaiian themes to it. The dance floor was about half full, mostly with women dancing in small groups. Danielle and I were on the younger end of the age range, most of the guests were in their mid to late 40's.
I was surprised when Danielle took my hand and lead me out to a BackStreet Boys song, which I was not sure if they were playing ironically or not. We did the silly girls dancing thing for a song or two when I felt my shoulder bump a much more solid arm then Danielle's.
He was a few inches taller than me, with short hair, and a small amount of scruff. He smiled easily and once I began moving with him on the dance floor he wasn't bad, his hands felt good on my hips, and but he also was a bit thicker in the waist than my last boyfriend, and his nose had an odd shape to it.
Danielle looked like she was hitting it off with his friend. This surprised me, Danielle was usually very picky about who she gave attention too. I decided to just be glad she was having fun as I turned around and gave my guy a little grind of my ass into his crotch, just a little, but he did also get a wink.
When I saw Danielle kissing her new friend I started to wonder if she planned on making this more than some fun on the dance floor. As I watched them make out, I felt my guy's hand slide down my little sundress and land just at the top of my ass. This is when I realized I didn't know his name yet.
I raised my face towards his to ask him what it was, but before I get that question out of my mouth, I found his tongue dancing with mine. I didn't stop him then or when his hand went to the back of my head, and I didn't stop him as his hand brushed it's way up the side of my body and across my nipple.
Danielle actually broke our kiss and led me to the restroom. Once we stepped inside she turned to me.
"Would you be made it me and Roberto went to our room?" I was surprised she was moving that fast. I am many things, but a cockblock is not one of them.
"Of course not, can't wait to hear about it!"
"OK, I'll tell you about it tomorrow!" She grinned.
