High Rise Shift
The trip had been fun so far. My colleague and I were far away from home at a convention we both had a strong interest in. Neither of us had ever journeyed to these things in our careers and we had talked about how good it felt to finally expand our horizons some.
Our first of five days was a travel day and we found each other to be great travel companions. We were both well prepared for the inconveniences of travel, had similar attitudes about time and potential delays and generally approached the whole affair as one to be conquered with style and ease. We had both been government service brats, so we had grown up travelling, moving on, comfortable when the wheels were going. We compared notes and found we both lightened appreciably once we were in the air outbound from home.
We had sparred for resources on occassion in the office and had not had the opportunity to mend fences or learn more about each other. The trip felt like a good opportunity to do just that. There had also been times when she had made odd remarks and looks that seemed out of place. I really hadn't given them any more thought than that.
We landed and became consumed with the logistics of cars, hotels, meals, conference registration. The evening rolled into the next day. We met in the lobby, and made our way into town with all the other commuters. The conference space was transcendant. This was important to us both and we navigated the day loosely, agreeing to reconvene at strategic points during the day.
We had both attended the day's last seminar and felt the mutal need for a wandering adventure before dinner. We agreed to take a little fun trip from the convention center through the artsy part of town and land at one of the city's famous skyscrapers to have dinner on the company in the top floor restaurant.
As we meandered through spring streets, parks, shops and juice bar/ coffee shopes we learned about different sides of each others personalities. She liked people watching and kept finding details in the city that I completely missed and really enjoyed. I made her laugh easily which made me feel much more at ease and confideent. It felt good to bleed off the tension of our work life and let our hair down a bit. We were in that time during these trips where you've acclimated to the travel, navigation and schedule and you can settle in a bit. Work remained days away and so there was a sweet spot of low pressure.
We navigated the weirdness of parking 15 floors above street level and took the high speed dedicated elevator to the 101st floor. What a trip! The restaurant was about as posh as they come and we were seated in a remote spot by a window overlooking the "B" view. I didn't care. I love any view. She didn't seem bothered by it either.
The waiter treated us as a couple - we were both in our good office attire - but he would have had no way of knowing we weren't a couple - rings on each of our fingers. As I surveyed the restaurant, it occured to me that the host had also treated us this way and had seated us in the seating-for-two area. Lovers Lane so to speak. I giggled at the notion. She and I as a couple. What a hoot.
Dinner came and went. Succulent, powerfully good food that made us both ooh, ahh and moan with delight.
I had been trying to feel for the movement in the building. Some high rise buildings are designed to flex in the wind, others not. I didn't know about this building. I knew that too much sway was fine for the building, but bad for the occupants - sea sickness the common result. I had had none of that and had concluded this building swayed very little. As I worked to sense the displacement, I had felt it and it was an ever so gentle movement. The weather had said the winds were from the North, and that would mean where we were sitting, the movement would make us both feel like we were sharing a swing.
Then all the associations in my head came to a lovely little intersection I like to call The Fault Line. This happens on occasion when a bunch of puzzle pieces come together at one time and I get a little epiphany, a little earthquake. The swaying building, the good food, her remarks earlier, her looks at me from days and weeks and months before, her occasional un-accounted-for anger with me all came together at once for me to draw an entirely new conclusion about our relationship - she had the hots for me.
Oh.
Hmmm.
Oh!
I double checked this by letting my gaze linger on her, then drop down her chin to her neckline. I noticed her bra peeking out from her shirt - she must have opened a button. I let her catch me watching her. Time to confirm. I began dropping a few flirts. "Can you feel the building?"
"Yeah, it feels nice."
"Makes me want to snuggle." I ventured as innocently as I could muster - though I knew it was too far too fast as soon as my clumsy tongue said it.
"Hmm. That's a nice picture." she cooed. Not, "I wonder how much it moves?" or "How'd they do that?" or "My husband would like this." No. She said snuggling was a nice picture.
Okay.
"It's a little like slow dancing while you're seated. That's pretty cool." I offered as a second volley.
"I love the feel of slow dancing. The gentleness of just being held."
Well. There you have it. She was flirting right back. Now what? Was I really flirting with my co-worker? I had always found her attractive and sexy but our professional sparks had made me think she simply had no interest in me. Now this was changing things. Was I ready to jettison my position with the firm over this if it all went sour? Freddie knocked on my door and said with a stir in my pants, "Of course you are!" Down boy. You ain't the boss of me. But Freddie did have a point.
She gave me another one of these looks she had given a few other times. I had previously written them off as the awkward moments of dead air while we waited for some work event to transpire and our eyes locked a little too long. Her eyes flared a bit, she bit her lip and grinned just slightly.
Fuck! It was true!
She simply said, "Are you ready?"
"I am if you are." And over the edge we went.
~ * ~
In the elevator, I stood way closer than necessary and gave her a gentle shoulder check. She playfully shoulder checked me back. By the time we reached the parking decks we were practically moshing. We rolled off the elevator laughing like happy college drunks.
The trip back to the hotel was too short. While it was all laying there before us, I wanted to have the tension hang a little longer. I knew she would be really focused on the possiblity. Her breath was shorter, her demeanor more open and playful. It was nice to just relax with it. If we were to fuck, it would be here soon enough.
My cock was hard though and it was hard to keep my hands exclusively on the steering wheel. I hoped she would notice.
At a stop light I just looked at her and grinned.
"What?" she said.
"You're making me feel happy and warm. Cut it out!"
She giggled. "What?"
"You heard me."
~ * ~
We got on the elevator together, she pressed 6, I pressed 8. I wasn't sure how to proceed here and I really didn't want all the burden of making it happen. But, I thought, she just might need a little encouragement. I nudged her again, this time taking her hand. She didn't resist. In fact she interlocked her fingers with mine and squeezed.
The floor rang, and the doors opened. Another couple was waiting to get on.
Flustered, she quickly disengaged and said "I'll see you in the morning," and off she went.
Deflated somewhat I went into my room and tried to figure out if I should let it all go, or push. I decided to just let it go. She had chickend out at the last minute and that was that. Oh well. Find some bad hotel porn and let it all go. Simpler but not as much fun.
I adjusted the lights, turned down my bed and began to undress. I had taken off my shoes and socks and given my feet a bit of a bath to relax. I was down to my collared shirt, which I had completely opened and my pants when the knock came.
~ * ~
Feeling a bit exhibitionist - who knows, maybe a sexy maid needed to drop something by - I opened the door without calling out who was there or peeping out through the peep hole. She was there, a bit jittery, but smiling. She hadn't changed yet.
"Mind if we hang out a bit?" she asked. It was the perfect line if anyone had been listening.
"Please, come in." I gushed, then closed the door after she took a few steps into the room.
"Bigger than mine." she noted.
"The room?"
"No, the bed." Ahh. The Flirt continues.
"Have a seat."
She alighted on the couch in the end of the room. Another button had been undone and her bra was in full view. My dick rose in my pants, caught an edge of my shorts and that meant I would be tenting a bit. The lighting was just perfect to show that and I caught her staring at my chest, my torso and my crotch.
"I'm a little nervous," she offerred.
"Yeah. I've noticed that. You've been stressed for a while. Relax. Can I offer you a foot massage. Always makes me feel better." It was a weak, transparent ploy but still gave us both a plausible out if we wanted it.
"That sounds delightful." I sat on the couch and took her calf in one hand and slowly pulled her pump off to access her stocking clad foot with the other. Touching her sparked major electricity that made my nipples hard. I tried to show them off to her.
As I rubbed, she moaned softly. I knew where this was going now, my thick head finally getting it. She had surrendered to this as had I. I wanted it to last a while for both of us. It may be the last moment we ever spend together like this and I wanted it to be a really good memory.
I kept on with her foot. She had turned her body a bit so she could rest her head on the cushions. She had closed her eyes and continued to periodically moan. It allowed me to really survey her body without any fear of reprisal or withdrawl.
She had shoulder length sandy blond hair, layered and currently floating around her neck. Her eyes were bold under her glasses and her mouth full. I had never seen that and it was sweet to watch. Her dark blazer fell to the sides of her now more opened light colored shirt, which I had not noticed was a little shear. Her bra was visible to me now not only in the patch that the shirt wasn't covering, but I could also trace under her shirt. Her breasts sloped invitingly. Further down, her skirt covered her midriff handsomely. I followed farther to the hem, which normally fell below the knee, but had risen in her position to about mid thigh. The profile of her other leg, clad in stockings and finished in that 3" pump beckoned to me. She was hot, and I had never noticed.
"I never said what I was nervous about." She took the commanding tone for the first time in the whole experience. More of a confident tone really. Her eyes were still closed, head still back.
"No, I simply filled in some random blanks to help you relax. What's got you so ancy?"
"You."
"Hmm. This could be good, or not so much." I mused.
"No. It's good. You can trust me on that one." Her eyes remained closed and she relaxed even more. "You seem to have figured out I'm attracted to you."
"Yeah."
"You seem a bit suprised."
"Given all the crap we put each other through at work, I have to say I really am."
"Are you attracted to me?"
"That's a loaded question when I'm massaging your foot while I'm partly undressed!"
"Fair enough. But it would be nice to know."
"You really have to ask?" I couldn't bring myself to say it out loud for some reason. Maybe I thought the question was too obvious, too overworked and I liked the subtlety of the encounter. But she apparently needed to know directly I concluded. Maybe she had been as reluctant as I had been to really admit the attraction was mutual. "The answer is: most definitely."
"Hmm. What should we do about this?" Eyes still closed, she played the curves of the conversation gently. Before I could respond in kind, she took a different tack. "Did you ever have the experience when you were a kid of realizing every love was precious?"
"Yeah. When you're changing you're entire social landscape every couple of years, every minute becomes important and should be lived to the fullest. I never knew when I'd see someone again."
"Exactly. I learned to be very cautious about who I selected as friends and live fully with them once I found them. Some of them were short timers. Then there were the precious few who could survive time and distance." She opened her eyes and lifter her head. Her warm eyes assured me. "I'm sorry for our friction. I've wanted so many times to make things right, and just hadn't found the chance. My intuition says you could be a long timer with me. And that damn pressure at work has kept me from finding out. When I heard you were going to this convention too, I knew I'd get the chance to find out. And here we are."
She sat up a little further. Her hair fell around her collar. She held her gaze to me and gently touched my face. A simple, light arc across my chin. I leaned over and kissed her gently, tentatively on the lips. Her tounge came out ever so slightly and I did the same. I had finished with her first foot for now and placed it squarely on my hard cock. She responded with a smile and a little playful pressure.
"That's nice." We both blurted, then giggled.
"How 'bout your other foot?"
"I'm ready if you are, " she echoed.
~ * ~
The massage went a little slower and more provocative. I luxuriously worked my hands up her calf, past her knee. Her other foot was busy in my croth and she had unbottoned a few more on her shirt.
One of her hands disappeared under the shirt and I could make out it's rise and fall as she massaged her breast. She had lifted her other arm over her head and returned to the relaxed state with eyes closed, drinking in the sensuality of the moment.
While I continued my massage on her foot, my hand went past her knee to the area between her breasts, tracing a wide path with the full of my palm and fingers. I wandered down her midriff in a gentle meander and pasued over her fully clothed crotch to apply just a little pressure to her mons. She moaned, smiled and bit her lip again. All still with her eyes closed. She was letting me drive her.
I returned to her foot and brought it to my lips. I gently kissed her feet, ready to move on if she was ticklish. She wasn't, so I gently took her toes in my mouth. I began to work it like a cock. She wriggled generously at that playful analog.
I then began to kiss my way up her leg, gently shiting my weight from under her feet and calves to being on top. I nuzzled her shins, knees and began a teasing run up her inner thigh, pushing her hem line ever so closely to her crotch. I then blew a kiss there and placing my hands on either side of her torso and brought my face to hers.
She opened her eyes, turned her face to me and said, "hello." We kissed. At first it was a nibble, then I began to gently alternate between licking her lips and sucking on them. She offered me her tongue and I sucked on that too.
Her hands went to my back, exploring first on top of, then underneath my shirt, finally resting on my butt to push me into her crotch. The fire of my cock on her, even separated by layers of garments was another little earthquake.
She ran her hands under the waist band of my pants and my shorts to caress my ass as we moved into deep french kissing. I wanted her tits in my hands, my mouth. I wanted to lick her pussy deeply. I wanted her to take my cock everywhere. My self control was fading fast and I really didn't care.
She sensed my responses and pushed more. In retrospect, fully clothed we could be more aggressive because there was still plenty left to do. One of her hands reached around front, in between that impossible space between my hard cock and her skirt and she skillfully massaged my length. Fuck. It was unbelievable. I ventured to her neckline with my lips, then down to her bra, and found the bare nipple she had fished out previously. I teased liberally, wetly, making her massage on my cock even more vigorous.
I couldn't wait any longer.
"Come here." I stood up pulling her up. We put our glasses away and kissed again standing up, pulling our asses together to grind some more. We were on fire. I found the catch and zipper of her skirt and led it slowly down its ultrafine travel.
~ * ~
I turned her around and pulled her hips into my crotch. She ground her ass into me and reached around to bring my head to her mouth again. I let my hands travel up to both her breasts this time and spent a fair amount of time caressing on my way to relieving her of her blazer and skirt. I took her lapells, pulled them apart and she leaned forward out of it, pulling her arms free. I dropped the coat and placed my hands on her hips, just above the waistband of the skirt and pressed my hands to her bare flesh. Then I plunged under her skirts waist line and ran my hands down the side of her thighs taking the skirt with me.
As my hands journeyed down her legs, I had been kissing and nuzzling, starting on her neck, then her right shoulder, down past her bra strap, to her waist. I nuzzled, licked and kissed at her through her shirt, treating the shirt as an extension of my body. By the time the waistline was on the ground, my lips were on her hips. I stayed low and let my hands wander from this vantage point. I passed my left hand between her legs and slowly rose up between her thighs, past her crotch as high as I could until my bicep was massaging her pussy and I could graze her stomach, almost to her breasts. She smiled down at me as my hand returned to her crotch and I massaged her pussy like I had her feet. I came around to her front and nuzzled her cunt through her hose. I couldn't wait anymore.
It was time I thought, to lose her stockings. I worked the waist line down like I had the skirt, having her step out of each foot. I ran my hands all over her thighs, up to her barer ass, under her cobalt blue silk panties, massaging her ass and pulling her panties over her clit. I licked there generously, hungily, nuzzling and finally pulling the soaked amterial to the side. I plunged my tongue into her pussy, then lapped up and down her lips greedily. Her hands pushed my head into her crotch and I somehow managed to lose the panties altogether. My thumbs came around to assist in the clit massage and pulling apart of her lips as I stroked again and again with my tongue.
~ * ~
My mouth ravagted her, then she did the same. We were both sloppy wet, out of control. When the tiem came to fuck it was also slow, luxurious and varied. On my first entry, I thrusted once, twice, and again, and I was buried to the hilt. My cock could barely take it. She gasped, let out an audible "fuck" and thrust back. She held her breasts with one hand, pulled at my thigh with another to put me deeper. I helped with the breast, and where I could, massaged her clit. We found a pillow to help with that, and she rocketed to orgasm.
"Ride me." I said after she had come down a bit. She smiled and we traded places.
At one point I stopped, rolled her face to me and asked, "Are you having fun?"
"This is much better than I had dreamed. Will you do this to me all night?"
"If you'll let me, Ill do this untill we are both too old to risk bodily injury from such activities."
She laughed out loud and we continued to hurtle down the adventure of all night lovemaking.
~ * ~
That night I came three times to her four or five. We had an exquisite trip enjoying our convention during the day and outrageous flirts in the city at night all ending back in our rooms. We changed rooms to keep it fun.
She and I do as much as we can at home now given our very full lives and have returned annually to our convention to bring back the best such adventures have to offer.