by Emma Vikes
And I’d done just that.
The trip had been nothing but professional all through even though I ended up spending the night restless in bed because she was sleeping in the room next door. In any case, I’d handled myself with decorum.
“Hello, Mike.”
I nearly jumped out of my seat at the suddenness of her salutation which had come from out of the blues.
I didn’t tell her I was going to sit and drink wine at the bar, so how did she find me?
I turned in my seat and faced her, and my goodness she looked gorgeous. She’d left her hair to fall down her shoulders; instead of the bun she’d preferred it in during work hours. She was also wearing a loose gown and on closer inspection, I discovered I could see some of her form under the lighting at the bar.
“Hello, Theresa. What are you doing here?” I asked in a tone that suggested I wanted to be alone.
She ignored my tone and pulled a chair right beside me, ordering the waiter to get her a wine glass as well.
“I couldn’t sleep” she said.
“Well, you are welcome to join me.” I finally conceded.
The waiter brought her a wine glass and she proceeded to pour herself some wine. We sat in silence for some minutes before I decided that ordering food from the kitchen would be a good idea.
“Would you like to eat something?” I asked.
She declined at first but later accepted to make an order as the waiter took mine. I could tell something was weighing heavy on her mind but since she preferred to drink in silence, I obliged her.
When our orders arrived, we proceeded to devour our dinner with little chitchats thrown in the mix. With our food wolfed down and the plates cleared, we continued the drinking from where we left off.
As more wine was flushed down our throats, Theresa began to look and sound livelier. We began talking about any and all topics, starting from work, to politics, to faith and a belief in a supreme being. Finally, we ended up on the topic of relationships and marriage where I got to know that she had been married once.
“Really?” I’d exclaimed, a little too cheerily thanks to the wine.
“Yea,” she responded as the sadness returned.
So that was what the silence and mood was about.
“In fact, we got married in this state,” she continued.
“Really? Wow! So what happened?” I asked; a little more sober this time around.
“What else would have happened?” She responded with a light chuckle. “Infidelity.” She finished.
“Oh, wow. Erm...yours or his?” I stuttered.
She laughed loudly this time.
“What?” I asked, chuckling. “Women cheat too, you know.”
“That they do. However, in this particular case, he was the one who cheated,” she said, still chuckling.
“I’m so sorry about that,” I responded, suddenly serious.
In truth, I couldn’t understand how anyone could cheat on a gorgeous woman like Theresa.
“Anyways, I need to use the ladies’,” she announced.
I stood up from my chair in a gentleman like fashion and pulled her chair to allow her space to stand up. From the way she walked towards the ladies, I could tell we’d had one too many glasses. I made a mental note to end the drinking as soon as she returned.
By the time she returned, however, I’d forgotten about my decision as she proceeded to order another bottle of wine. We continued talking long into the night as the bottle of wine was slowly drained of its contents.
Eventually, I looked at the time and found it was almost midnight.
“My goodness, would you look at the time?” I exclaimed. “We better get some rest before our flight tomorrow.” I finished, standing up.
She nodded and made to stand up and almost toppled over. I reacted instantly, reaching out to grab her before she fell flat.
“Oh my, I think I’ve had too much to drink,” she said, with a fuzzy smile plastered on her lips. “I feel a bit woozy.”
“A bit?” I chuckled at the understatement. “Come on, I’ll help you to your room.” I finished while taking her key card that she’d pulled out from somewhere in her gown.
She accepted my help and allowed me to carry her to her room. All those evening workouts in the gym when I got back from the office were finally paying off as I carried her with ease all the way, without tiring. She made a comment that must have been a compliment on my strength but it was all a jumbled mess of drunken slur.
I dropped her when we reached the door and pulled her key card out. Done swiping and opening the door, I lifted her again and carried her across the threshold, into the room, shutting the door behind me.
CHAPTER 8
Theresa
I CONTINUED TO FEIGN drunkenness and let Mike carry me into my room.
I’d gone to the bathroom while we were at the bar, pretending to go ease myself. In reality, I’d gone to check on my face and re-strategize on how to get Mike into my room, since he wasn’t going to make a move to get me into his.
I figured if we were alone in the same space, our raw emotions would take over and I could finally live up all the fantasies I’d been dreaming up throughout the trip. Knowing he was so close in the next room and not being able to do anything about it, had been one of the most frustrating things I’d ever witnessed. I’d waited all night the first night, expecting a knock on my door. I’d done the same throughout the second night and still he never came. Tonight, I knew if I didn’t at least try to find an excuse to go to his room, the trip would end with me wondering what could have happened. It would have been back to propriety and office professionalism from him.
I’d dressed up immediately in my most alluring attire that I’d brought with me on the trip and formulated an excuse of having come up with a new idea about work, to go knock on his door. He didn’t answer.
Finding him at the bar was pure coincidence.
The guest in the room opposite Mike’s was on his way out and said he had seen Mike stroll out of the room earlier, probably headed for the restaurant.
I’d gone back into my room to change into a dress since Mike wasn’t going to be my only audience, before heading out to the restaurant hoping that I’d meet him.
I’d seen him and even though he’d tried to dismiss me like he’d been doing all this while, I stood my ground. Eventually, he conceded and we started talking.
The more we talked, the more I was drawn to him. I couldn’t explain it but I knew I had to go through with my plan to get both of us in the same space and see whether he’d make his move. Every part of my senses was screaming in alarm at this plan, but my body had made a decision already from all that fantasising.
I’d always had a high tolerance for alcohol, being raised on a vineyard, but looking at one of the guests who’d been drinking some tables away from us and I’d begun to get an idea.
I could act drunk and have him play the part of the gentleman and take me up to my room.
That way, we would both be alone in the same space, like I wished for; and heavens knew that if he didn’t kiss me then, I was going to kiss him. I didn’t care for the repercussions or if there were going to be any.
I’d gone to the bathroom and come back and ordered for another bottle, to make the act believable. After what seemed like an eternity, he’d decided it was time to retire.
It was also time to get my acting skills in full gear.
By the time he’d crossed the threshold into my room, I knew I was heading for a homerun.
However, he dropped me on the bed and after propping me up with my pillows and staring at me for what seemed like an eternity, he turned and made to leave.
My thinking faculty went into full alarm mode. I’d succeeded in getting him and myself into the same room but I’d underestimated how much of a gentleman he was and now my opportunity was receding with every step he took towards the door.
Think, Theresa, think.
“Wait!” I finally blurted
out. “Please don’t leave me.”
“You’re safe, Theresa. Nothing is going to happen to you here. You’ve just had a little too much to drink,” he responded.
“Still, please don’t leave me. At least stay with me till I fall asleep?” I pleaded, still in drunken character.
After what seemed like an eternity, he finally conceded and walked back into the room. Instead of coming on to the bed as I had anticipated, he pulled out a chair and sat down instead.
Darn it!
I’d never found it so difficult to seduce a guy before. Another bright idea materialised and I pretended to go into a coughing fit, all in a bid to pull him closer.
It worked.
He rushed to my side and held my head up all the while muttering words of comfort. I seized the opportunity and wrapped my hands around him, causing him to sit down on the bed. I placed my head in the curve of his neck and felt his pulse race, still he did nothing. Then I kissed his neck.
“This isn’t a good idea, Theresa. You are drunk,” he protested and made to rise, but the weight of my body resting on him pushed him back down.
“I’m not drunk, Mike. I know exactly what I’m doing,” I confessed in my most seductive voice.
“That’s exactly what a drunken person would say.” He chuckled. “Trust me, it’s the alcohol talking and you might regret your actions tomorrow morning. This isn’t what you want.”
“I know exactly what I want, Mike,” I said, exasperated. “And what I want is you. From the first day I walked into Alpha Consults, I’ve wanted you.”
He kept quiet for a bit and I knew I was finally getting to him.
After a moment, he raised one final protest. “Theresa, I think I should go now. I...”
“Shut up and kiss me,” I said, cutting him off mid-sentence.
He turned his head slightly in shock, to stare into my eyes and then I seized the opportunity. I leaned forward and kissed him.
Time itself seemed to have stood still in the moments after my lips touched his. I was already thinking of pulling back and apologising with the lie that I was intoxicated. And then the insane happened.
He began kissing back.
My insides exploded in excitement as passion took over, slowly at first, before it became a big ball of desire that swallowed me whole.
As the kisses deepened, so did the distance between me and him shorten until I was practically seated on his laps and cradled in his arms. He held me gingerly and held my lips hostage, causing me to squirm with desire. For every deeper level of craving unlocked in my mouth, he satisfied it with his lips and tongue, working them like a connoisseur and making me melt further into him.
Soon, the craving left my mouth and settled on my chest. My erect nipples, strained hard against the dress, struggling to be set free. I arched my back in a way that suggested my breasts also needed attention. And he understood.
He turned and laid me flat on the bed while going down to pull my erect nipple through my dress, into his mouth. He sucked lightly on one and stroked the other with his hand, causing a rippling sensation to course through my body.
“Take it off,” I whispered, indicating I wanted him to rid me of the gown.
His hands moved, and slowly but surely, peeled my gown off my skin. A little arching of my body here and shifting there, and I was soon completely naked underneath him.
I stared into his eyes as he took in the sight of me naked. The desire I saw in their depths, caused the sensation to leave my breasts and pool in between my legs. Unconsciously, my legs parted slightly as the heat emanating from between them threatened to consume me whole.
He noticed the gesture as imperceptible as it had been and soon began trailing kisses from my breasts down to my stomach, before finally parting my legs further and settling in between them. As soon as his lips touched my clit, a moan escaped my lips making me arch my hips upwards in a bid for my clit to receive more attention.
His tongue came out and stroked my clit gingerly, thus increasing the intensity of my moan.
“Yes!” I heard myself exclaiming. “Right there...right there.”
With every stroke from his tongue, came an increasing pressure exerted on my clit causing me to squirm with pleasure. My moans of encouragement continued to increase in intensity as the fire that first originated between my legs began to spread.
Without warning, he stopped licking and began sucking on my clit. My fists clenched and my body stiffened as the fire that he’d been building inside of me finally exploded. The orgasm coursed through me, causing me to try and shift my vagina away from his lips but his hands flew up and held me in place. Restrained by his strong hands, I had no other option than to stay in place as my orgasm ricocheted all over my body. The fact that he’d continued sucking on my clit, took me to the brink and tossed me over. My eyes closed as orgasm after orgasm rendered me invalid and unable to make use of any of my senses.
I must have passed out as I was suddenly awakened by a huge bulge knocking on the door between my legs. I opened my eyes and saw that sometime during my comatose state, he’d undressed and was now positioned in between my legs, with a huge shaft extending from his body.
He looked at me as if unsure whether to proceed; me simply attempting to wrap my legs around him was enough encouragement.
As the cap of his penis came through, I gasped from the pleasure that threatened to overwhelm me again. How could my body be craving another round so soon after having just endured a tsunami of pleasure?
He pulled the cap out and there was a slight pop sound as a result of the wetness that had pooled between my legs. He repeated the move, this time going a little deeper and then pulling all the way out, his eyes focused on me.
The third time he tried to make the move, I wrapped my legs around him tightly holding him in place and letting him know he wasn’t going nowhere. I’d had enough of the teasing and my body was yearning to be ravaged.
“Fuck me,” I whispered. “Fuck me hard.”
He winked and began thrusting slowly as soon as my legs slacked from holding him in place. Every thrust seemed to pump ecstasy into me as they continued to grow deeper and faster.
I could only gasp by the time he was at full thrust and full throttle. A cry of passion escaped my lips as my face contorted from the pleasure that was building up again inside me.
He kept on thrusting, never once taking his eyes off mine as seconds turned into minutes and lust turned into unbridled passion that threatened to overwhelm us both.
After what seemed like an eternity, I felt the first signs that I was on the brink of losing all control.
“Fuck me! Fuck me!” I screamed, repeatedly this time.
He began grunting loudly and I felt his body going stiff. Just as he was about to go over the edge himself, he reached out and pinched my nipples with one hand. I suddenly felt weightless as I gathered him into my arms, back arched towards him with a faint scream permeating the air that I finally recognised was coming from my own throat.
He must have tried to pull out of me but I held him even tighter as my eyes went white with pleasure. We crested the wave together, suspended in the clouds for a moment that seemed to stretch into eternity, before crashing back down to earth.
We continued to convulse in unison, with him still clasped tightly in my arms. Slowly, we regained consciousness and I struggled to catch my breath as none of us moved.
Finally, he raised his head and looked into my eyes. He continued staring at me until I began to feel his penis swelling once more inside me. And for the second time that night, my body was instantly ready to go at it again. When he had come to a full erection inside me, I began grinding my hips while continuing to look into his eyes. He gasped.
“We going again?” He asked.
I simply smiled as I continued to grind underneath him.
Boy, you have no idea. The sun’s going to meet us here. I thought in response as he took over and began to thrust again, causing the fire that h
ad been abated to begin to spread once more.
“Oh, Baby!” I moaned in ecstasy.
CHAPTER 9
Mike
I WAS THE FIRST TO wake up as the early morning sun’s rays came streaming into the room and hit me square in the face.
I opened my eyes and was completely lost for a second. Soon however, the memories came flooding back along with the realisation that Theresa still lay on my chest.
We were both naked and had probably dozed off, with her lying on my chest. I tried to shift but her body held me prisoner.
A slight ache began to spread across my forehead. I’d definitely had too much to drink the night before. That was the only way I could explain how my guard had come down so easily, in spite of the mental decision I’d made to keep my feelings for Theresa separate from my professional interactions with her.
“Wow!” I exclaimed softly, in a bid to try and beat myself up.
No matter how I tried, however, I couldn’t admit to regretting any part of last night. Given the chance for a do over, I’d have taken the same action because last night was so many shades of amazing.
Last night, however, was also the first time I’d ever crossed the bounds of propriety and slept with a female colleague. I had to get out of here before she woke up even if only to spare her the shame that I was so certain was sure to follow.
I made to move again, and this time Theresa shifted in her sleep getting off my chest and turning to back me. Suddenly, all parts of my body were free and ready to make my escape. I stood up and went in search of my clothes. After finding them and dressing up, I went to the window and shut the blinds. Our flight wasn’t for another four hours, I’d noted; so it made perfect sense to let her sleep a little while longer without the sunrays waking her up.
After shutting the blinds, I turned and stared at her naked body sprawled all over the bed. She was lying on her chest, with her back to me. She was perfection to say the least as her body was sculpted like what I’d imagined the Greek Goddess Aphrodite’s body would look like.