My work in the 90s in my late 20s involved a lot of working directly with clients on projects and spending quite a bit of time together. Nearing the end of one major job, with a week's worth of meetings scheduled, the client has a heart attack and is out for the duration, but sent one of his reports to complete the work. My assistant let me know he had arrived and was in the conference room, and I should prepare myself. It didn't dawn on me what she was trying to say (loved her and worked with her for a decade), so when I walked into the room I just about passed out. We'd spoken on the phone numerous times, but this was pre-social media and I had no idea this man was so handsome, built, and just sparkled.
We worked through the project. As the day wore on and we got more comfortable, he'd touch my arm or stand a little closer than you'd expect, but maintained enough professional decorum that I wasn't quite sure. We interacted with a bunch of my team and he charmed them all. Suddenly it was 6:30, everyone had gone home except the two of us. He loosened his tie and undid the top button, revealing a tuft of hair that caught my eye, which he noticed. I just smiled and tried to make small talk when he reached out and pulled me closer and asked if I was comfortable. All I could mumble was "yes" and he leaned in for one of the most passionate kisses I've ever received.
We had our hands all over each other, pulling clothes off. His chest was exactly the type I can't resist, nicely developed but not too big, covered in dark hair in a great pattern, with a lovely treasure trail from his pecs to his belly button, and disappearing into his pants. I traced it down with my tongue, dropping to my knees, feeling his solid 8 inch and thick cock and just as I was unbuckling his belt and getting ready to go down on him, the cleaning lady made noise and flashed the lights outside the conference room. I suggested we go to my place and he agreed, much to my pleasure.
I drove, but had one hand in his lap the whole 15 minute ride. He used both hands, and started talking dirty about what he wanted to do to me. By the time we got to my place, we were both so hot that we didn't make it out of the car before he unzipped my pants, pulled out my cock and swallowed it. He was a pro. It was like being in high school with the windows steaming and all of the discomfort of being in a car, but ending with us both cumming all over each other and making a mess. When we finally got inside, I poured us both a drink, and began again. We fucked all night. Work the next day was rough, but couldn't wait for it to be over because I'd asked him over again before I drove him to his hotel to change. The work day just flew and we managed to be discrete, but couldn't wait to get naked and fuck and flip and fuck all night, both finally falling asleep about 3 am for a couple hours before heading back to the office.
It was the last day we'd planned this project, and we'd wrapped it up in the early afternoon. It was Friday, and in a moment of impulse, I asked him if he wanted to change his return flight plans and stay for the weekend, to which he flashed his gorgeous smile and said "I thought you'd never ask." I lost count of the number of times we both came that weekend. We didn't leave my place except to go to pick up some takeout, and both didn't want the weekend to end. We'd obviously talked a great deal and gotten to know each other, but I was unprepared for it when he said he had to get home and help take care of his father-in-law... my client who'd had the heart attack. I was shocked and pissed and didn't know what to say.
"Well," he said, "at least you know I'm not going to run around the office blabbing about my wild weekend."
