On business

I was away on business again. Another trip of futility where I sit and listen and smile and drink and come back with nothing to tell. Not that anyone listens to the report anyway. I wish I had someone to call. No girlfriend, no kids. I'm a little lost. Women had been such a problem for me lately. Too needy, too young, wanting more, psychotic. Don't get me wrong, I love women and I love my friends. But dating hadn't been too successful lately. I'll head down to the bar for a drink. At least then I could pretend I'm not sad and sitting in my room, but in a cheesy hotel bar instead.

Another week, another conference. I didn't mind them so much, but some of the people at them bored me to tears. It's always nice to get away from work for a while, to break the daily routine of commute, work chat around the coffee machine, deadlines deadlines deadlines. I went to the bar of the hotel I was staying at, hoping for a quiet drink as I played with my iPad. I love my iPad. It's a great excuse not to speak to people too, especially those desperate conference men. They figure as soon as they're away from the wife and kids it's a sex free-for-all. As a precaution, I'd adjusted my name sticker to say, "Hello. My name is... GO AWAY." Most people don't appreciate my sense of humour.

There were a few people around. I wasn't staying the same place as the conference but it looked as though something was on here. The place was pretty full. I saw a seat up by the bar and sat down. Maybe I'll get drunk enough to actually say something to somebody. Not necessarily a women, just someone willing to engage in semi-intelligent conversation. Why is it people on these things are so normalised?
'Yes?'
'Vodka and tonic'
I looked around the bar. Small groups talking. Why do people insist on keeping on their name badges. My name is... Sigh. I'll have a couple then go I guess. The day was kind of interesting. But I still don't really think I should be here. Another waste of corporate money. They could have at least sent me to a decent city. Canberra, nothing but porn and civil servants pretending they're back at school. Feels like I'm in a time warp.

I enter the bar and order a drink, a beer. I like to start on beer and it takes me longer to finish than ordering spirits. Less time at the bar means less chance of being hit on by some conference desperate. I choose a seat at the bar and focus my attention on my iPad. I turn the sound down so those around me don't realise I am playing Angry Birds. Non-conference down time is pretty boring but I keep myself busy. I sip on my beer slowly.

Another vodka and I was feeling OK. I don't mind not talking to people. I'd been watching conversations. Seeing the near desperation in some people to be funny or interesting. Look at me, look at me. I'd noticed a woman a couple of seats down from me. Working on her iPad, focussed on something. Redhead. Looking like she was here for business but dressed down. I liked the look. The simple way she wore her hair and clothes actually spoke more for her than most of these people speaking. Casual, down to earth, interesting. Nice name tag too. She looked up, focussed on me for a minute.

I'm stuck on a level of Angry Birds. It's frustrating. I know what I have to do but can't make it happen. I open facebook for a while, change my status to something that will amuse the masses and look up. I catch the eye of a guy sitting a couple of seats away from me. A quick up and down tells me he's alone. He's a sharp dresser. I like his style. A littler edgier than anyone else in the room. We hold each others' gaze for a little longer before I glance down again.

What the hell, I should probably go talk to her. What to say, what to say. I know I'll get to the end of the night and go back to my room and lie there having not said anything. Oh well. I'll beat myself up for it for a while. The man between us leaves. She's one seat away and it's vacant. Then someone comes between us, ordering a round of drinks. I sigh inwardly. As he takes the drinks away one spills on the bar, liquid going around her iPad.

A guy is beside me now, ordering a bunch of shooters for his friends. Oh dear, the idiocy has commenced already. As he turns with the tray, one glass topples and the contents spill onto the bar, around my iPad. I grab it quickly, thankful its case prevents damage. I give the guy my best death stare as he mumbles apologetically. He already reeks of alcohol. Ugh. I use a damp cloth the bartender gives me to clean up the mess. I look up and once more hold gaze with the man a few seats away. He smiles.

She looks up at me again and I smile, sharing the frustration she had.
'Don't you hate these conferences?' Real smooth...

'I don't mind the conferences, it's the people that piss me off' Nice. I like her already.

We go back and forth for a while and I move over to the seat next to her. She's smart and funny. Nice body too. Any man that says he doesn't check out a woman's body in the first few seconds is lying. I tell her this and she laughs. Wow, it's not often I can be me.

He makes a quip about conferences. Not a bad opening line really. We talk a little more, our conversation coming easily, interjected here and there with laughter. He moves from his seat to the one beside mine. I check out his face, his upper body and a sneaky look at his groin. I try to be subtle but it's not my best attribute. I like what I see. He's not your standard conference fodder. He's refreshing, funny, honest. I find myself losing my surroundings and focussing on him.

The bar is empty and I haven't noticed. I've been lost in her for what must have been hours. We've been drinking and talking and talking and drinking and it's just so natural and happy. I like her. I like her alot and I want her. And it's not just the alcohol. She's perfect and beautiful and smart and funny and... I don't normally meet people like that. Maybe there's not many of them out there. I'm very relaxed. I've noticed the way we've been getting closer as the night has progressed. The occasional touch, the flirty laughs. It's all so natural. I'm focussed on her lips. Fuck it. I lean in and kiss her.

We talk constantly, laughing, occasionally pausing to examine each other before launching into another conversation. I don't even know what we're talking about. All I know is it's constant, and he has a penchant for talking shit as much as I do. We constantly interrupt each other, then laugh as we talk over the top of each other again, our words a kind of foreplay, back and forth. He has the most amazing eyes. They are disarmingly blue, but at certain angles I pick up a hint of green. He has a modesty about him, a certain degree of self consciousness that I find alluring. I don't meet men like this very often. I feel so comfortable with him, so in sync. My eyes keep drifting to his lips. At least it stops me from staring at his groin. He has beautiful lips, kissable lips. I want to reach out and run my fingers over them. We're sitting close now. Leaning into each other. Laughing. Talking. And then he's closer. His lips are on mine and we kiss slowly.

We make our way to the elevator. No option really.
'Your room or mine'
'Let's go to mine' she says.
We barely get time to press the button to 15 and we're on each other. Losing ourselves, kissing messily, passionately. She's good too. It's surprising how many women aren't good kissers. She rides with me, our tongues dancing, forcing one another. I bite her upper lip gently. She grabs my ass firmly. God I love that.

We're walking to the elevator. I can't believe I'm doing this but it seems to be inevitable. I want this man. He asks who's room we should go to, and I suggest mine. I push the button to the 15th floor and as soon as the doors close we are on each other. We kiss desperately, our tongues meeting. He kisses well. His tongue snakes around mine and I feel myself melt into him. He bites my lip and I moan softly, sliding my hands down to his ass and squeezing hard. His ass is perfect.

We slow down when we get to her room. She opens the mini bar and pulls out a couple of beers. We sit on the bed and chat for a bit. Both of us a bit nervous. Not the usual drunken pick up. We're both aware of each other. I know she feels like I do. I've never been more sure of anything in my life. I grab her neck gently. Move her towards me. We kiss long and deep. I'm falling into her. Fuck it.
'Lets just get undressed and hop in bed. We're too drunk to try and seduce each other slowly.'

Once we're in my room we ease off a little. I grab a couple of beers from the mini bar and hand him one. We sit on the edge of the bed, talking between mouthfuls of beer. I feel nervous. He seems a little nervous himself. Neither of us wants to make the first move but both of us want what's coming. He takes my beer from me and puts both bottles up on the bench. He returns to the bed and reaches a hand around the back of my neck, pulling me close to him. We kiss again. Another long, delicious kiss. I feel a stirring in between my legs. It's a strange combination of nerves and desire. He suggests we take off our clothes and just get into bed. I comply. I'd do anything he asked me of me right now.

I love her body. I love the way it looks and feels. I could spend hours with her but right now I just want her. I really hope I get time in the morning. There's something to be said for just getting that first fuck out of the way. Then you can relax. We're entangled. Grabbing each others ass. I push her gently back and run my hand back down between her legs. She's wet. I insert two of my fingers. She groans. I move up and rub her clitoris. I want to be in her. I roll her over firmly and lie between her legs. I can feel her on the end of my cock. I move it slowly.

'Just fuck me. We're drunk and I want you. I want you now'.

We're naked together and I drink him in. He is smooth, pale. I love his body against mine. We fit together well. He has nice arms, nice shoulders. I want to consume him, taste him, have him inside me. Our legs are tangled together and we are connected. He reaches between my legs, feeling my wetness as I draw in my breath sharply. The cool air whistles over my teeth as I inhale. His fingers are inside me and on me and my pelvis is rising to meet his hand as I press myself into him. His whole body is between my legs now, the tip of his cock teasing my lips. I beg him to fuck me. I want him terribly.

We get lost. A drunken blur of passion and fucking. Slowly at first then quickly. I want to fill her. I want to be part of her. I can't push myself into her enough, my cock sliding in and out. Nothing fancy, just fucking. I feel like I could stay like this forever. I lean back slightly and take her breasts in fully for the first time. Beautiful nipples pointing out to the side with the weight of her breasts. I grab them, firmly, fully, squeezing the nipples as I do. She groans again. Her body is so responsive. I begin fucking her harder. It doesn't matter if either one of us comes. I just want to keep fucking her. I just want to be inside her.

He's inside me, taking me in slow, langurous strokes. The emotion and joy and pleasure is overwhelming. I want him there, want to keep him there, sliding in and out. I watch the way his body moves, watch him watching me. My hips are moving in a slow rhythm, matching his. He has my breasts in his hands, squeezing my nipples, increasing my pleasure. I groan and bear down on his cock with my centre. He responds with increased intensity, his strokes harder, faster. We fuck. We fuck. I don't want it to end.

We lie awake till dawn. This perfect woman in my arms. Staring, wanting, kissing, talking, fondling and eventually falling asleep.

I trace the line of his jaw as dawn comes. I run my fingertips lazily through his stubble, listen to his heart beating as I rest my head on his chest. Sleep slowly takes me. Sleep, and dreaming.