Relieving Boredom

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Occasionally, I get commissions that require me to spend time away from home, some regularly forwarded to me by my father’s company. They’re attractive because they earn me a lot of money, but although I like research and case preparation, some of them, such as contract reviews, and policy audits can be tedious. Although I work hard, giving exceptional service and exercising due diligence, it can be so dry and boring that I look for light relief, frequently flirting and teasing a man, which can lead on to more intimate pursuits. This is one of those memories.

So, sometimes when I’m working somewhere other than my office, I frequently amuse myself with a little light teasing and flirting, generally it’s just harmless fun, now and again it seems a bit calculating, planned and cynical on my part, but occasionally I meet a man who is mature and attractive, and who I find more than interesting. Then it sometimes happens that I choose to take things further, giving him an unexpected but delightful experience, and presenting me with the challenge of seducing him before I leave to return to my home.

To be honest, it’s actually a rarity for me to engage in sexual activity when I’m staying in a hotel, but every so often I do indulge myself if I meet one of those men who I find attractive and is within the age range that is my preference, men 45 and upwards. I suppose it’s happened three, perhaps four times, and, as each experience, though with similarities, has been rewarding and very enjoyable, I’ve never regretted it even once.

As I’ve gained experience, I’ve developed my pattern for these events if I meet a man that I like, preferring to take my time, and draw out the interactions. I normally engage in conversation, and discover key points about him, how old, if he’s married, how long since he’s been with a girl, does he have his own place, (unless I’m staying in a hotel, then I make use of the opportunities that it presents). I tease him to gauge his response, a flash here, a touch there, the odd, provocative comment, a bit of flirting that starts innocently, but progresses to more overt action. Once I’ve made my decision, a close moment here, a longer glance there, and finally retiring to privacy, the result is inevitable. They all have their variations though, each one different, some disappointing, some incredibly thrilling, but once it’s over, that one night of tangled sweating fulfilling lust, that’s it, I go my way; he goes his and no strings, practically perfect.

Now and again and not limited to working away. There are those almost instant, impulsive sexual indulgences, when an encounter with a stranger, results in quick, reckless, but exciting sex, which disrupt this pattern. Oddly, I find I enjoy these most of all, and lately I seem to seek for them, more and more frequently, the riskier the better, strange, but there it is.

It’s not always about the sex, though of course when it happens, it’s nice. For me, it’s as much the thrill of the chase, particularly if the man doesn’t know what I’m up to, and if I’m successful, culminating in that sweet tender moment when I surrender to him, and he feels that warm gossamer touch as he contacts my labia with his tip, and softly, they open for him when he enters me, the look in their eyes is priceless to me, and is often the most pleasurable point of the whole encounter.

I have to be honest though and admit that sometimes I’m overconfident, once in a while, I miscalculate, and meet a man I misjudge or I’m fooled by him, and who gets the better of me. With me starting the encounter, and him hiding his ability or intent, and as we progress through to intimacy. I discover too late that the tables have been turned, and he’s a veritable expert at seduction, and satisfying a girl’s body, turning me onto a helpless jellylike toy. Leaving me limp, completely exhausted and satiated, parting with a gentle kiss on my forehead, and a light laugh as he leaves me, rubbery limbed, covered in perspiration, short of breath, highly sensitive in my genitalia and having learned a valuable lesson that some men are very well versed at sex and seduction, more so than I imagined, and that I have still got a long way to go before I can consider myself to be completely in control with men, although I freely admit, the journey is both exciting and fulfilling, and one I wouldn’t want to miss.

Even now, several months later, I’m not really sure if this particular harmless bit of teasing, and the subsequent encounter, was because of my skill at taking a man to bed without him realising it until we got to the critical points, or his ability to make me think he was naïve and apprehensive, when in fact he was playing along and guiding me into my submission to him, so it’s best that readers form their own opinions.

I’ve taken time to describe the details of how events unfolded, more so than usual, but I wanted to put in some pointers of how I develop and achieve these encounters. To give a sense of the güzeloba escort steady pace of development of these trysts, rather than the frantic, rushed or hurried experience of quick meaningless, but intensely exciting sex with a stranger. It almost certainly seems calculated, and in fairness, it is, just that. A measure of my physical and sensual investment, for the prize of intimacy and enjoyment. Although I know I don’t really have to put that much effort in with men, a simple unspoken invitation is usually enough, but I do, I enjoy the build-up, and it makes the end result that much sweeter. If you read it all, and if it appears to you to be a bit of a long lead up, don’t worry, I’ve saved the juicy bits until the end.

Accepting this particular commission, meant me travelling away from home on behalf of my father’s business, the requirement was from a client who ran a high-quality shipping firm specialising in the transport of precious, electronic, and machine components to overseas customers. They had won a contract for an enterprise in Houston, Texas, and they asked me to help draw up the contracts, ensuring best practice for both signatories. I had been contracted for a nine-day review, during which I was also going to audit their compliance with HR and employment laws, record keeping and traceability, insurance, export licences, internal policies, and updating the company’s mission statement, they were scheduled to complete on the Thursday of the second week. I would witness the contracts being signed and arrange for them to be lodged appropriately.

I travelled up to the small city in the Northwest, first class by train on Sunday evening, a journey from home of just over four hours, arriving just before 8:00 pm, then using a car service retained by our group to take me to my hotel in the town centre, it was a five-star establishment, very luxurious, there was a clock tower outside the entrance, it had a gym, sauna, there were several bars, and dining rooms, together with lounges and seating areas. I had reserved a deluxe suite on an upper floor. There was a beautiful polished wood staircase centred around a large crystal chandelier. The entrance lobby had a marble floor, and the place oozed class, additionally, it had lifts to all floors.

Making arrangements with the driver, to collect me on Friday afternoon to take me to the station for my journey home at the weekend, I went into the hotel, however, the review was going to take place in a nearby Holiday Inn Express, which was a ten to twelve minute stroll away, so I decided, that as it was a fine summer, I would walk there and back each day.

I had eaten on the train, so I went to my suite, unpacked my cases, chose my business attire for the following morning, and took the chance for an early night, retiring to bed after a quick shower, falling asleep almost immediately.

Waking early the following dawn, using the ensuite, which had a comfortable bidet, something I value in a bathroom, I showered, brushed my hair, applied body moisturiser, cleaned my teeth before applying touches of perfume to my pulse points, I had brought a bottle of Do Son Eau de Toilette, by Diptyque, which is very light, with hints of jasmine, one of my favourite scents. I took my pill, as I do every morning, then chose a very sensuous underwear set by Pour Moi, in cream trimmed with fine gold mesh. They were all pure silk; I slipped the bra on, which was a perfect fit for me as it had been altered by the partner of the owner of the boutique I use, and who had got them for me. I’m a small 32A, so it’s difficult to get the right size over the counter, the panties hugged my figure, clinging to my skin around my bottom and my mound, cutting in tightly to my body creases, making me feel sophisticated and attractive. I smoothed on toffee coloured hold up lace topped stockings, then pulled the slip up over my legs, positioning it comfortably round my waist. Satisfied with the effect of my secret clothing, I made sure it stayed that way.

Choosing an ivory blouse, with a ruffled front, I put on my business suit, again tailored to fit me, French blue two piece, with a buttoned jacket, and a flat panel fronted skirt, double vented at the rear hem, finally selecting a pair of two inch Cuban heeled court shoes, in light tan, and with buckled straps.

I took breakfast in the dining room, returning to my suite to brush my teeth again, I pinned up my hair in a loose plait, putting in a hair stick, then picking up my handbag, and attaché case, I left for the brisk walk to the conference facility we were using; I arrived in good time, and Helen, the company owner, introduced me to the HR officer, and Quality manager, both girls. she provided us with an agenda, and I noted there was a two-hour break at lunchtime, allowing them to catch up with any work issues, and for me to find somewhere to have lunch. We agreed to finish each evening by 5:30 pm and aim to complete the process by hakkari escort lunchtime the following Thursday. Their customer’s representative was due to arrive on Tuesday of the second week, for the contract signing, so in the intervening time, I faced a long boring slog through interminable pages of paperwork, and with the tight timescales, I would need to work in the evenings at my hotel.

The morning went quickly, and lunchtime arrived, I thought that I’d rather not eat in the conference hotel; I found the food, though excellent, tended to be too rich, I had passed a nice-looking brasserie on my walk that morning, so I grabbed my handbag and walked back to it. It took about eight or nine minutes; it was nicely furnished, and I sat upstairs in a gentle curved booth by the window, which looked out over a verandah to the old streets below. I ordered a light salad with cold ham, bread rolls, and a large mug of coffee. It was quiet and efficient; the waitress was charming, and brought my lunch promptly, I could relax and enjoy the meal. Leaning back into the soft cushioned seat, I crossed my feet at the ankles, thinking it preserved my modesty under the table. After a while, I spotted a quite good-looking man sitting to my right. He was watching me intently, and as we made eye contact, he smiled warmly at me and nodded. He was well-dressed, in sports jacket and slacks, nicely polished shoes, and a clean white shirt. I estimated he was in his early 50s and I noticed he was glancing down at my knees. Clearly the lacy slip had caught his attention.

Finishing my coffee, I checked my watch, deciding to go back to the conference early, just in case my client was waiting there, wanting to start quickly. I leaned forward to pick up my handbag, unthinkingly, gapping my knees as I did so. Then as I shuffled my bottom along the seat, my skirt pulled up, exposing my thighs up to the stocking tops, and giving a quick but revealing flash of cream silk gusset. The man’s eyes widened, and I saw him swallowing hard, as I stood up. He realised that I’d seen him, so he gave a weak smile, blushing furiously with embarrassment. I smiled in return and raised my hand in a farewell gesture as I went downstairs, paid my bill, and sauntered back to the facility. I waited almost three quarters of an hour before other members of the work group turned up, and we got our heads down and worked hard for the rest of the afternoon. From that point I resolved to make sure I took my full time over lunch for the remainder of the engagement.

Returning to my hotel that evening, I went to my room, dropped my attaché case and a portfolio of documents for reading later. Making my way down to the bar, ordered an open beef sandwich and a large glass of Malbec. I sat in a corner booth and relaxed. Most of the guests were tourists, taking short breaks and enjoying the historic sights of the city, but as usual, there were several lounge lizards, searching for opportunities, after a few moments, I was approached by one, who obviously thought he was god’s gift.

“”Hello there, why is a lovely girl like you sitting all alone here like that?”

“I’m sorry, I’m afraid I don’t speak English.”

“Come on, you look as though you could do with some company to cheer you up.”

“Believe me when I say no, thank you. I’m not interested.”

“Oh, honestly, don’t be like that. Let me get you another drink, the same again perhaps?”

“I said no. Now, if you wouldn’t mind, I have better things I need to do.”

“Pardon, what do you mean by that?”

“I mean, if you don’t leave me alone, I’ll call the head porter over here, and have you removed from the hotel.”

“You can’t do that.”

“I’m a premier customer at this hotel, and I’m also a lawyer, so by all means take the chance if you think you can beat the system.”

I looked pointedly towards the reception desk, where house security had noted my discreet signal, and started walking towards us.

“I’m sorry, my mistake. Good evening, miss.”

He slunk away, and I forestalled the security man, with a smile and a hand gesture. One couple, sitting near me saw the byplay, the lady speaking softly to me.

“Well done, sweetheart. That was a pleasure to watch.”

I smiled, thanked her, and ordered another glass of Malbec as my sandwich arrived.

Finishing the sandwich I rose from my seat, nodding goodbye to the couple, as I went into the lift, I saw the hotel security staff, escorting the man to the door, he’d tried it on with another guest, and it appears that she was a little less forgiving than I was. Returning to my suite I spent several hours reading through the material for the following day, before undressing, washing, cleaning my teeth, putting on a nightdress and going to bed.

Next day, I woke early, showered, took myself through my morning routine, and dressed in a simple white underwear set, with silvery embroidered stockings by chilirose, a linen underskirt with halkalı escort a ruched hem, an austere white cotton blouse, with a knife pleated black skirt, which allowed the sharp contrast with the whites of my outfit, and a plain black blazer. I went down to breakfast, taking cereals and fruit with a pot of tea. Then, as before, I returned to my suite, brushed my teeth, and put my hair up, plaiting it into two tails, and pinning it around my head in a crown braid.

Changing to a tote handbag, and putting my laptop inside, I gathered my attaché case and took the lift to the foyer, leaving the hotel to make the walk to the conference room where we were working.

The walk was enjoyable as it was a warm day, with a light breeze, which blew over the exposed rear of my neck, and made my skirt flutter against the back of my legs, the underskirt feeling substantial as it pressed inwards between my knees, the cotton, stiff and heavy against my skin. A few men gave approving looks as the white hem of the underwear flashed against the black pleats of the skirt.

Arriving at the hotel conference facility, we all started our work, and soon became immersed in HR policies, making some adjustments as we worked our way through the plethora of subjects. Soon it was lunchtime, and I’d decided to use the brasserie I’d found the previous day, for the duration of the time I was there, it had a good lunch menu, with a predominantly Greek style. Ordering at the bar as I entered, I went upstairs, my hand against the back of my skirt as I climbed the steps and continued to the curved booth, I’d used on my first visit. The service was prompt, and my choice of grilled chicken breast, with new potatoes and green beans, reached my table, with the waitress also bringing me a carafe of cold water.

I took my time, intending to take the lesson from my first visit, and have a full advantage of the restful ambiance of the establishment. Enjoying the superb cuisine, I sensed a movement behind me, as the man from the previous day came to the top of the stairs and walked over to me.

“Hello, you were here yesterday.”

“Yes, I was.”

“I thought I recognised you. Are you here on holiday?”

“No, I’m working on a commission for a client, so I’m using this place to take a lunch break away from the conference room.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. My name is Steve.”

“How do you do? I’m Michelle.”

“It sounds as though your commission is not very exciting, in fact long, slow and boring.”

“Sometimes I like things long and slow, it can be quite exciting in its way.”

“May I join you? It’s a pleasant change to actually talk to someone interesting.”

“Please, feel free.”

Sitting down in the chair opposite me, at the corner of the table, he smiled and we talked. I encouraged him to tell me about himself. He was in fact 46, younger than I’d thought him to be, and close to my lower age preferences. Although I had overestimated before and had a liaison with a man who was only 42, perhaps he was the exception that proved my rule. However, I found this one attractive, so I listened as he spoke, paying attention to his words, making eye contact, and displaying an interest in what he said. It was a welcoming distraction from the work I was doing.

He worked for the Health and Safety Executive, most of his time running courses on risk assessment, accident investigation, but occasionally carrying out inspections and unannounced audits. Including putting in time out on the North Sea oil rigs, and his job meant he fairly regularly spent periods away from home. He was divorced and had no children. It had been a no-fault divorce with a reasonable settlement agreement, although it had cost him his house and had seriously damaged his confidence.

Having been elsewhere running a course, as he often was, it had finished on time, so he had caught an early train home, arriving in the evening instead of the following morning. He stepped in through the back door into the kitchen. Surprised to discover it was empty, he moved to the front room. Although the light was on, it was also deserted, his wife absent from her armchair. Hearing a noise from the upper floor, he quietly started upstairs. The sound became more recognisable and familiar as he reached the landing, and he stood in the entrance to the bedroom to find her engaged in vigorous sexual activity with another man.

She had laughed at him, at his expression of shock, he’d turned away, and left the house straight away, staying in a hotel overnight, and then renting a modestly furnished flat with a short-term agreement. Filing for divorce, his solicitor had taken him through the application for decree nisi, and it had gone through without opposition, following on to decree absolute almost a year later. She kept the house, and the other man moved in with her.

What made it difficult for him to cope with, was that she became pregnant and had a child with the fellow, before their own dissolution was finalised. He relocated from the area, moving north to the current city, and renting temporary in one of the outer suburbs, subsequently he bought a small terraced property, on the outskirts of the city where he’d lived quietly for the last six years.

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