Sweet Encounters (MF, cheat, true)

March, 2000

I remember the first time I saw him.  He was teaching a class on a
technical topic which I needed to understand for my job.  A number of us
had flown cross-country to attend this class.  He was confident and
cock-sure in his delivery.  But there were pieces of the material that I
just couldn't get from his diagrams.  After class I timidly asked my
questions, embarrassed to ask them in front of the rest of the group who
seemed to be getting it easily.  Although he was an excellent,
compelling presenter and instructor, he didn't really answer my
questions very well, and I was too embarrassed to press for a more
in-depth explanation after class. I was quite intimidated by this highly
educated person with advanced degrees in engineering and computer
science. I also thought he was a bit arrogant.

He was handsome, with a cafe au lait complexion,  strong broad face and
square jaw, thick, curly black hair and flashing eyes. His body appeared
to be perfect; later I would discover that it was. He was originally
from Armenia and had lived in America for a number of years now. He was
married and had a couple children. He was gregarious and outgoing; over
time I was to discover that he had a great sense of humor and a very
healthy and refreshing outlook on life.  During the time of these events
I was living with someone and still friends with him, although we slept
on opposite sides of a king-sized bed and seldom touched. The spark had
gone out of our relationship and friendship was all that remained. I
knew I would have to end it someday, but hadn't come to that point yet
in my thought process.

Our paths were to cross on other occasions over time. As I learned the
technology it was discovered that I, too, had a knack as a technical
trainer and presenter. So whenever there was technical training
scheduled for salespeople, inevitably we were both there in the same
city, delivering presentations.  We would chat at the end of the day on
the way out if we both happened to be still there in the training
facility, but it wasn't clear to me that he was attracted to me; it was
just an easy familiarity. I was usually the out-of-towner and he had to
go home.

One day I was making the long trek from the training room down to the
cafeteria, down several levels in the massive engineering building. I
offered to pick up gourmet coffee for anyone else who wanted it (we had
"ordinary" coffee in the room but I was fussy and wanted the "real"
stuff.). I was surprised when he offered to go along with me to carry
back the coffee.  We talked about the class and smiled at each other; he
made me laugh with his irreverent comments; I had never seen that side
of him before. It was the first inkling I had that perhaps there was a
little spark there.

Other women also thought he was attractive. I used to work with a woman
in an adjacent group to his. She was older than he and less obsessed
with her appearance than I; she always dressed conservatively, more like
an athlete or schoolteacher, whereas I always tried to look more
fashionable, even when casual.  Always on the prowl, I guess. Even at
past 40, I still fancied myself as a hot cookie, although I didn't wear
skintight clothes or show cleavage during the workday. I don't think I
had really thought of it before until she confessed that she'd always
had a crush on him, and wasn't he handsome? This disclosure was in the
context of our discussing which men of which cultures we thought were
attractive over a meal of Indian food; I had mentioned that I found men
from the Middle East and Far East especially attractive. She mentioned
our mutual acquaintance, who was from Armenia.

Over time the relationship between us seemed to change in a subtle way.
Perhaps it was my growing confidence in my knowledge of the field where
he was so expert. I remember one time when we hung around for almost an
hour after class just talking, each of us with heavy laptops slung over
our shoulders, coats on.  He offered to go out and have a drink with me
but not dinner, as he had to get home to his family.  I declined, saying
I didn't drink to speak of and really I wanted dinner.  There was
something about the way that he looked at me on this occasion that made
me think  that perhaps there was some attraction going on, but I wasn't
sure.  He seemed disappointed at my answer and didn't want to leave. We
talked at least another 10 or 15 minutes before finally making the long
trek to our cars from the classroom. This occasional path-crossing and
casual conversation continued for a couple of years.

Then finally one year we were at a major corporate event in California.
We were both speaking, each giving break-out sessions on technical
topics to the literally thousands of customers who were there. We were
among the select few--only 25 speakers were chosen to give those sessions
at this highly visible and important event.

I didn't think anything of it until the night of the social event, a
night at Universal Studios. It was summer and the weather was lovely and
warm, just right, as Southern California summer nights are. We ran into
each other there early in the evening near the entrance. Somehow it
became clear without any words being spoken that we were a couple for
the evening.  There were occasional little brushes of arms or legs or
hands, made so much nicer by the fact that we were both in shorts and
t-shirts; a couple of times I grabbed his arm as we walked.  Our eyes
met and there was a spark that was different than before.  When we went
on the  "Back to the Future" ride, which was like a roller-coaster ride,
I went on it as a good sport but closed my eyes  (I hate
roller-coasters) and clung to him out of sheer terror. He kept his arm
around me tightly as I endured the ride.  The rest of the evening we
were always touching, oblivious to the fact that there were other
employees and vendors hanging around with us.

We had been taken to the event via shuttle buses which stopped at all
the different hotels; with several thousand people it had been necessary
for us to be housed in multiple hotels. As we rode back, we discovered
that we were in different hotels. He asked me to go to his hotel and
said he'd give me a ride back since he had a car.  I asked why (of
course I could guess, but I still wasn't sure--I wanted to hear him ask,
hear him say that he wanted me, hear him at least allude to wanting to
kiss me, hold me, make love to me, something). He couldn't articulate
the reason, but looked into my eyes with an intense, extra-bright gaze,
and kept on begging me to stay with him. I finally relented and stayed
on the bus past my stop until we reached his hotel. As we walked through
the lobby of the hotel (where I'd stayed before so I knew the layout), I
found him steering me with his arm around me to his room.  I said,
"Where are we going?" He said, "We're going to my room."

In his room I went and sat on the sofa. He stood opposite me across the
room. After being my  unspoken "date" all evening, I was surprised at
this behavior. I expected him to sweep me into his arms and begin to
seduce me. I said, "Why are we here?" and looked him in the eye.  He
came over and joined me on the sofa and began kissing me.  Then he said,
"I want to make love with you."  I said, "Oh." He said, "Do you want to
make love with me?" I said, "Yes," and then gave him a big smile.

Then we began.  He began with the most luscious kisses I can remember.
He kissed not just my mouth, but my neck and ears and everywhere that he
could reach skin.  I don't remember when or how but eventually all our
clothes came off.  He had a gorgeous perfect body, slim and
well-muscled, with no trace of fat, and a forest of curly black hairs on
his chest.  The hair on his head was coarse-textured, thick and curly.
Now naked, we were silly and playful too. He showed me that he could
still do a headstand at 40. (!) I showed him how flexible my back was by
doing the "Plow" yoga position and throwing my legs `way over my head
and then going into a shoulder stand myself.

After this silliness we settled down on the bed. I lay back, spread my
legs and he began to pleasure me.  He began by gently opening my lips
with his hands and stroking me with his fingers. Then he bent his head
and used his mouth and tongue to gently stroke around my clit, teasing
and arousing, not too much, not too little, allowing my excitement to
rise slowly and exquisitely. I loved every minute of it, reveling in
being so wonderfully pleased by this sexy man. With this leisurely
sensual attention it was taking me a long time to get off and I said
something like, "I'm sorry it's taking so long." He lifted his head and
said, "I LOVE doing this!" and buried his face in my pussy again and
returned to his luscious ministrations. After a long, delicious build,
finally I reached the point of no return. I felt my body flush and
become really hot, the sign that I was very close---I didn't move as I
wanted him to do exactly what he was doing, in exactly that fashion,
until I peaked. Then I came, shouting incoherently as I crested. He kept
on licking me so I had to say, "Stop! Stop! I have to rest."  He lifted
his head, smiled and came up to lay beside me.  We lay and held each
other, stroking each other's bodies.  Then I became concerned about the
time since we both had complex technical speeches to give early in the
morning and I needed SOME sleep in order to be able to put together
multiple complex sentences in a row at 8 a.m. (Ugh). I think sleep
wasn't important to him at that moment but he said, "Okay."  Then he
slid on a condom and rolled over on top of me. He slid his cock into me
and began thrusting, deep and hard, my hips rising to meet him. He bent
his head down and I strained mine upward so our mouths could join,
tongues seeking each other and caressing each other. He wasn't able to
hold back for long and came relatively quickly. He lay down on me,
panting and sweating. I held him in my arms, feeling wonderfully happy.
We dressed and he drove me back to my hotel.

The next morning was hell, getting up at 6:30 a.m. after a very short
night. I gave my speech at 8:00 a.m. and looked to see what room his
speech was in. I had barely started heading down the wide hallway
looking for him and there he was.  I said, "Thank you for the lovely
evening." and smiled.  He returned my smile and looked into my eyes with
a peculiarly intense gaze and said, "Thank YOU."  I said, "I hope we'll
be speaking at other events together in the future."  He said, "Me, too"
I reached out and gave him a quick hug, which he returned. Everyone knew
me as the great hugger, so no casual observer would think anything
askance.  That day was the last day of the event. Speechmaking
concluded, there were no more evenings and so we both flew home to our
respective mates.

I was delighted to see him again a few months later in another distant
city, another lovely time. Ironically he didn't like to travel, but
because he was such a good presenter, people kept asking for him.. We
were both hungry, however, so I suggested steak, since we were in a
Midwestern city where steak was always excellent. He picked me up at my
hotel and I directed him to the restaurant, since I had been in this
city before.

After dining, we returned to my hotel where he followed me up to my
room. This time there were no questions and no need for discussion. We
both knew what we wanted--to be naked together and enjoy each. . This
second rendezvous was even better than the first; we were like wonderful
old lovers coming together who were comfortable with each other and who
knew exactly how to please each other. The evening's pleasures were
similar to the previous time. We began with wet kisses, then he traced
the curves of my body with his mouth and hands, until he reached my
mound. I spread my legs wide for him, eager for him to pleasure me. He
buried his head in my crotch with gusto, stimulating me both with his
fingers inside my pussy while his mouth and tongue slowly and delicately
brought me to climax.  After I came, he lay beside me as I rested. Then
I went down on him. His cock was semi-hard and I pulled it into my
mouth, licking and sucking on it. My tongue played with the rim and my
fingers stroked it gently, seeking to find what spots were most
sensitive on him. I reached and fondled his balls, with their coarse,
black curly hair. His cock in my mouth, I used my hands to gently,
delicately touch and tantalize the insides of his thighs, beginning at
the knee and working my way up to his balls. My touches were so light
that they were almost imperceptible; I could see each nerve jump as I
passed over it. When he was very hard, he handed me the condom and I
gently and slowly unrolled it, using two hands while licking his cock
underneath slipping one hand away  a couple of times to fondle his
balls. Finally having sheathed him, I laid back down and he mounted me.
Ah! What a delicious feeling--the fullness of man inside me--a sexy,
handsome man and a very good friend. He buried his cock in me and began
long, slow strokes. I arched to meet each one and reached up to grab his
butt with my hands, to pull him deeper into me. His stroking became
harder and faster and his eyes looked crazed. He came with a shudder,
crying out, and collapsed on me.  I held him for a few minutes until he
rolled off of me.

Afterwards we lay in bed for awhile, talking about work primarily,
office politics. I couldn't resist reaching out and stroking his furry
belly, his smooth muscles. God, he was a handsome, sexy hunk!  He had a
refreshing and insightful perspective on things and made penetrating
comments that caused me to think.  Eventually thoughts of the clock
penetrated our consciousness, since AGAIN we had to give technical
speeches the following morning (the eternal problem with office
romances--there was work to do).  Since we were in my hotel I didn't have
to dress and leave. He dressed, gave me a strong hug and kiss, and bade
me goodnight.

The next day we both were to give presentations in a cramped, small
classroom-style room, with ramped seating. The room was packed with
about 50 people Behind the classroom was an audio-visual room, although
no media equipment was being used for this event. There was space in the
A/V room for two people to watch the presentations. I had left my purse
and briefcase in the A/V room and intended to watch the day's events
from there except for when I was speaking.  I had an hour and a half on
the agenda and I was scheduled to speak several hours in advance of my
friend.

When it came time for me to speak, it was difficult to get through my
presentation in an orderly fashion. I was the last presenter before
lunch and the salespeople were cranky and contentious since few
presenters were really able to handle the myriad of difficult questions
posed to them. During my presentation the salespeople peppered me with
almost any technical question they could think related to my topic.  Not
a problem, I deftly and confidently answered them all. In the middle of
answering a particular difficult and serious question, I looked up to
the window of the A/V room--and saw a pair of man's feet waving in the
window! It was my friend, now being the clown, determined to break my
serious concentration on the task at hand. He only stayed in his
headstand long enough to be sure I saw him, then got down, stood up and
smiled at me with a wide, goofy grin. I couldn't resist breaking into a
smile as I looked at him, even as I attempted to answer the serious
question that had been posed. There was another man in the A/V room also
watching the presentation; I think my friend must have told him he was
just doing this to rattle my cage. No matter, it was wonderfully silly
and I laugh today remembering it. Such silliness was not common in our
company.

I waited around that day until after he spoke. We had a few minutes to
chat before he headed out to catch a plane home. I was staying another
day as there were speakers coming the next day whom I wanted to see and
hear. Again we thanked each other for a lovely time, and parted with a
hug.

Our paths haven't crossed since. He moved on to another job and got out
of the presentation business and didn't have to travel anymore. But
we've stayed friends and I still call him sometimes to flirt with him
and remind him what a sexy devil he is--and will always be for me--and to
hear his perspective on corporate politics and the way of the world. The
times with him will always be remembered as very sweet encounters.