Sammi's eyes were closed, but she knew something was different. The pillow she was on didn't feel the same as her usual one and she realized she wasn't wearing anything.
I always sleep in panties and a tank, why am I naked? And why does my coochie feel like it's done an F45 workout?
All of these thoughts went through her head in less than a second - and then she remembered. Her eyes screwed tighter closed, and then she opened the left one to a slit. To her left, her boss' hot boss lay sleeping. Then she remembered.
Oh, Sammi, you've really done it this time.
Keeping her eyes on David, she slid out from under the covers.
Goodness, you're gorgeous, but please don't wake up. She stopped, trying to remember where her underwear was. On the floor? No. My room? No. Living room? Check.
Tiptoeing around the bottom of the bed she hurried across the room, her glass from the previous night still on the table. She picked it up. I said that would leave a ring.
She reached for the doorknob but a creak from the bed made her freeze. She turned around to see David sitting up, the sheet falling away from his muscular torso.
'Hey,' he said, smiling. But then his smile faded as he realized she was about to leave.
'Hey.' Why am I always holding a glass when I see him? Sammi, you're naked, you have no make-up on and your hair is most likely a disaster - why are you focusing on the glass?
'Are you leaving?'
'No.' She looked at her hand on the doorknob. 'Yes. I don't know. I can stay. Did you want me to stay? I'm naked. Maybe I should get dressed.'
Her boss looked at her, unsure which statement or question to respond to. 'I would like it if you stayed. But you don't have to if you'd rather not.'
'No. I mean, yes. I'd like to stay, but I didn't know if you would want me to.'
'I would.'
'Me too.'
She looked at him, still holding the glass. He smiled, and raised his eyebrows questioningly.
'Right! Yes.' She let go of the door handle and placed the glass back on the table, making sure it was on the ring it had left. No sense making another one. She paused.
'Sammi, come back to bed?' He smiled at her. She smiled back despite her embarrassment.
'Right!' She walked to the bed and he pulled back the cover. He was naked and she could see through the sheet that he was hard.
She climbed into bed, sliding close to him.
'Hey,' she whispered as he slipped his arm around her, pulling her close. Her breasts pressed against him as they kissed.
'I'm glad you came back.'
'Me too. I don't remember getting into bed last night. How did - '
'You fell asleep, so I lifted you in.'
'Thank you. Did I fall asleep on you?'
David nodded, smiling,
'So much for me making love to you all night.'
'It doesn't matter. You look beautiful when you're sleeping.'
'Right, I bet I drool.'
'Or, "thank you, David", again, your choice of words.' And then he leaned closer, kissing her.
She sighed as he leaned into her and she lay back, his mouth drifting down over her nipples. She moaned, her left hand reaching for his penis, hard, smooth, tensing at her touch.
The loud ring tone from behind David made them both jump. 'Ignore it,' he whispered, his mouth still surrounding her sensitive bud.
Her hand stroked the length of his shaft and he switched to the other nipple. The phone stopped. He moved over her and she opened her legs, allowing him in between. He looked down, seeing her pink cleft, soft and inviting. He looked into her eyes and she nodded, waiting to feel him, craving that sensation of his first touch on her velvet lips, parting them, stretching her.
His phone rang again.
'Are you kidding me?' he said, looking over at the bedside table.
Sammi giggled despite sharing his frustration. Then she stopped. 'Wait. What time is it?' She grabbed his arm to look at the large Breitling watch on his wrist.
'Oh crap!' she said through a burst of laughter. 'It's eight-thirty.'
'What?' David said, looking at his watch. 'That can't be right. Oh crap, eight-thirty.'
'That's what I said.'
They looked at each other, his achingly hard erection only an inch from her vagina. The phone continued to ring. 'I'm supposed to be giving a talk in half an hour.'
'I know. I'm supposed to be listening to it.'
'I'm sorry, Sammi,' he said, disappointment on his face.
'It's okay,' she replied, giggling up at the gorgeous man between her legs. She could feel the heat from his erection on her opening and all she wanted was to feel him push into her, but she knew they had to go.
'Will you come back here with me later?'
'What if my room is ready?'
'I'll break it again.' They both laughed. 'Well?'
'Of course I will.'
'Good.'
'Do you think you should get rid of that before you stand up in front of the group?' She nodded at his erection.
'Sammi, if you're in the audience I don't think I'll be able to.'
'Well, then I think there are going to be some very aroused women in that room. And maybe some men too.'
'Will you be one of them? The women.'
Her cheeks flushed and she shrugged coyly. 'Probably.'
'Good, because you're the only one I'll be looking at.'
She lifted her head and kissed him. 'Go! Otherwise, we're both going to be late, and if we walk in together, looking flustered, everyone is going to know. I'm already expecting to get jumped by all the other women for spending the night in the same building as you.'
'Do we really have to go?' he said, not moving.
'Yes. Go. I need to shower and get ready. I am NOT going to look good at this talk.'
'I think you look amazing.' He reluctantly rolled onto his back, his penis still hard, throbbing.
Sammi jumped off the bed, heading for the door. She stopped halfway across the room, turned and hurried back to him, placing a kiss on his lips. He tried to kiss her back but she'd already stepped away.
He groaned. She looked over her shoulder at him, seeing the frustration in his eyes, then in a moment of bravery she turned, jumped on the bed, taking the tip of his penis in her mouth, sucking on it before pulling back with an audible 'pop'. David's head fell back and he groaned again. She stood, giggled at her uncharacteristic confidence and turned, rushing out the bedroom door, leaving David hard and with the image of her cute butt cheeks as she disappeared from the room.
'Okay, so how are we going to do this?' Sammi asked as they walked across the lawn towards the hotel.
She was pleased with herself, having showered and dressed in record time. Okay, her make-up was a little sparse, but she didn't wear much anyway. And she knew she'd slept well, despite her late night with David, because she felt refreshed and alert.
The blue and white layered tank tops she wore clung to her pert breasts but the thin cardigan she had over the top hid her cleavage. Blue jeans and a pair of heels completed her casual look.
'What do you mean?'
'Well, we can't walk in there together. Everyone will know something happened last night.' And almost again this morning - stupid conference.
'It'll be fine,' David replied. 'Most people know that you had to stay in my cottage last night. I think it would be weird if we didn't show up together. That would look like we were trying to hide something.'
Sammi considered his reasoning. 'I guess.'
'I'm right,' he said, sounding more like the owner of a multi-national corporation, and less like the sensitive, attentive lover she'd been with the previous night. She liked both versions of him.
'You sound like you've done this before.'
He shrugged, his eyes twinkling. 'We do these retreats every year.'
Sammi's head snapped around and she looked up at him, her mouth open.
He looked over at her, unsure if she was going to burst into tears or punch him. 'I'm kidding!'
She stared at him as they walked.
'Honestly, Sammi. It was a joke.'
'You jerk. I almost cried then.'
'Really? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you.' He reached out and touched her arm.
She smiled. 'It's okay. It just freaked me out for a second.'
'Honestly, I've never done this before. Am I forgiven?'
'Yes, you're forgiven.'
'Good. Thank you.' They had reached the entrance to the hotel and David opened the door for her.
'Just, good luck getting another blowjob tonight,' she said as she slipped through into the lobby.
'Really?' But he was left watching her walk away, her broad smile hidden from his view.
Halfway across the reception area Sammi giggled, feeling good about teasing David. She turned to look over her shoulder at him but her foot caught the edge of the giant rug that stretched out from the reception desk and she tripped, stumbling forward before she regained her balance. Behind her, David's eyes were wide with concern. She shook her head at her clumsiness and laughed.
She really is a goofball, he thought, smiling. But boy does her ass look good in those jeans.
'Thank you for listening, everyone. I hope that wasn't too dull for you all. And now I think we all deserve some refreshments, which are available in the hotel bar.'
'Sams. Are you coming?'
Sammi had tried to listen to David's talk, but she found that her mind kept wandering to the previous night, and watching him up at the front of the room didn't help. His handsome face, broad shoulders and strong arms were making her shift in her seat.
Am I coming? She looked at her friend, Karen, beside her. 'Huh?'
'Where were you?' Karen asked, smiling.
Underneath that gorgeous man up there. 'Sorry, I was miles away. What are we doing?'
Karen laughed. 'We're going to get a drink and some food.'
'Right.'
David was standing near the door and he caught Sammi's eye as she passed and smiled.
Oh, there's that smile again. I think he could make me cum just by doing that.
'Hi.'
'Hey.' She smiled back at him but found it difficult to hold his gaze, her cheeks flushing.
'That is one fine man, right there,' her co-worker said as they walked towards the restaurant.
Oh yes, he really is. 'Huh? Oh, yes, I suppose.'
'You suppose? I'd ride that man until his eyes rolled back in his head.'
'Sshhh,' Sammi whispered, giggling. 'Someone might hear.' Hmm, that does sound good though.
'So? Every woman in that room was thinking the same thing. And some of the men. Who do you think the lucky lady is who gets under that?'
Me! Last night! And almost again this morning. Stupid conference. 'Yeah. Who knows.'
Sammi stood at the bar, a cup of coffee in her hand, listening to Karen and her other co-workers laughing and joking. Her cell phone's text alert sounded in her purse.
Hey, what underwear do you have on??
She stared at the text, shocked, even more so because she didn't recognize the number.
What?! Who the hell is this?!
Oh wait! You probably don't have my number. It's David.
Her heart pounded. She looked around the room. All of the other staff members were standing around in small groups, eating and drinking, but she couldn't see him.
Over here. To your left.
She turned slowly, trying not to make it obvious she was looking for someone. She saw him, he was standing at the end of the bar in conversation with some of the managers, his phone in his hand. He looked over at her, holding her gaze. Sammi smiled and then looked away.
Her phone buzzed again.
Waiting...
She stifled a giggle.
Waiting for what ??
A description of your underwear. I had been planning on watching you get dressed this morning, but things didn't quite work out as I'd hoped. So now I'd like you to tell me what bra and panties you chose.
Her cheeks flushed. Can I do this? I'm surrounded by my co-workers. I'm supposed to be at work. Hold on - he's your boss! Of course you can do this. C'mon, it'll be fun.
What were you hoping I'd wear??
Hhmm...I'm not sure. I don't know much about your underwear collection, just that you like white cotton panties. Which, BTW, you looked amazing in last night when I walked into the living room.
Why, sir! I don't believe I know to what you are referring...
Oh, you "sounded" southern then - that was so hot. Oh, and your ass looks amazing in those tight jeans. When I saw you in them this morning I almost dragged you back into the cottage again.
Oh really? And what would you have done then...?
Taken them off
Well, Aah do declare! If you had done that, sir, then you might have seen this lil' white g-string Aah'm wearing...
Oh shit, Sammi, I read that in a southern accent again - I might need to stop, otherwise I'm going to be standing here talking to these people with a boner.
And I've seen that, and I have to say, it would be pretty obvious...So should I stop talking about my little panties?
Yes, you probably should - but please don't!
Sammi grinned.
'What do you think, Sams?' One of the girls she was standing with said.
'Huh?'
Karen looked at her. 'What's going on with you? You've been out of it all morning.'
'Sorry, my housemate was texting me. What were you saying?'
'Later, after this next talk has finished we were going to meet up for a few drinks.'
'Uh, yeah, maybe,' she said, nodding.
She looked at her phone as it vibrated again.
Waiting...
She smiled.
Sorry, the girls keep talking to me.
I'm hoping I'll get to see "the girls" later...
What? Oh right, lol. Maybe...
Maybe? What do I have to do to earn that?
Well, you wanted to know what underwear I'm wearing. I told you about the panties...if you can guess the bra I'll let you see it.
You'll let me see you IN it?
Of course
Okay, good. I think it's white and it matches your panties.
DING DING DING - we have a winner! But...
But?
But, can you guess the material?
She looked over at David, he was reading her text and then looked up when one of the women he stood with spoke to him.
Waiting!
He looked at his phone and smiled.
Sorry. I'm thinking...lacy.
Ooh! Sorry! I do have lacy with me, but I'm not wearing them. No boobies for you...
Shit! Do I get another chance?
Maybe...but then you'd only get to see one...
Nope, I need to see them both. In your bra...and out
Well...how about this. If you can do something that will make me laugh right now, I'll describe my bra and panties to you and THEN I'll let you see me in them...
Deal! What do I have to do?
That guy standing in front of you. He's married, but he hit on me once - asshole. Pretend he has something in his hair and brush it off
She watched as David read the text. He grinned, but she noticed that no one asked what he was smiling about - perks of being the boss. He joined back in the conversation, and she watched as he lifted his hand, taking an imaginary piece of fluff or bug off the guy's hair and then brushed at it with the back of his hand, before straightening the guy's shirt. His co-worker looked a little shocked but didn't want to question his boss.
Sammi put her hand to her mouth, hiding a smile.
How was that?
Brilliant! That definitely made me laugh.
So...?
What...?
My description
Why yes sir! Aah do declare that Aah forgot 'bout your hankerin' to know all 'bout mah bra and panties
Seriously, if my dick gets any harder I'm going to have to go sit down
Well, if it halps Aah could sit on your lap...y'know, ta hide it
Without wishing to sound too crude, I have somewhere else you can sit too
Well, sir, that naughty mouth of yours is fixin' to start a faar in my panties
David read her text and closed his eyes, shaking his head.
Goodness gracious, ah don't believe ah should have said that to a man in your standing! Aah do hope you'll accept my deepest apologies...
You're killin' me!
Well, now, sir Aah wouldn't wanna be doin' that now. Oh gracious, what on earth is that bulge at the front of your pants...!
David slipped his hand in his pocket, trying to adjust his erection. Sammi put her hand to her mouth again.
Seriously, this is getting painful
Hey now, Aah reckon ya'll be lookin' like you're about to pitch a fit. (Or a tent...seriously, I can see it!) So, mister, where was Aah? Oh yes, Aah do believe Aah was ovah hee-yah, 'bout to tell ya'll about my bra and panties...but by tha looks of it ya'll might not want to know, what with you twitchin' around like a dawg with a flea on it's back...
No, I'm good - I think I have it hidden
Yeah...you really don't - but its fun to watch you so...Well, now sir, where was Aah? Oh, yes, well today, under these skinny taight jeans, Aah'm wearing a very small, white thong from Victoria's Secret. The back disappears quite nicely between mah butt cheeks, and the front...well, let's just say that the front doesn't leave much to a gentleman's imagination. And since this conversation is turnin' me on its pretty wet right now, if you're catchin' mah drift...And now, let me get to mah brazier...it matches my little panties, and as mah nipples are hard right now, Aah would imagine that you would be able to see them through it...
Sammi, you are so freakin' sexy! I really need to see you.
Why, Sugah, Aah do believe you can see me right now. This is lil' ol' me ovah hee-yah...
No, I mean I need to see you. Right now. Meet me by that back door that leads out to the lawn
Her heart pounded. What does he mean? Does he want to have sex right there on the lawn? In the middle of the day? I mean, I'm not saying no. Sammi! Seriously! You can't have sex in public! Even if it is with your super-hot boss, who make you wet in your panties, and makes you cum until you see those little lights you get when you rub your eyes for too long.
She looked up. David was staring at her, and then he turned and headed out of the bar. She looked at her co-workers. 'I'm just going to the bathroom.'
Grabbing her purse, she waited for David to disappear through the door, and followed him across the room, dodging between the groups that stood around. Reaching the rear exit, she looked around but there was no sign of him. Then he stepped into view outside the glass doors.
Sammi pushed open the heavy door and stepped out into the warm sunshine.
'You are so freakin' hot!' he said, taking her hand and leading her along the back wall of the hotel.
She tottered along behind him on her heels, trying not to fall. 'Where are we going? David, we can't! What about the conference?'
He looked over his shoulder at her. 'I own the company, I can do anything I want.'
Okay, that was a good line.
About ten meters down from the door were some bushes, David led her around them until they were hidden from the view of anyone coming out of the back of the hotel. She let herself be pushed gently against the wall, his lips meeting hers, their tongues instantly finding each other's mouths.
'Aren't we supposed to be at the next talk?' she asked, her lips still pressed to his. 'Isn't it going to be obvious if we're both absent?'
'It's Bob's talk. I told him to delay it for twenty minutes because I had to make a phone call.'
'Phone call? Is that what I am?' she said, grinning at him between kisses, her hands clasped around the back of his neck.
'No. You, are a sexy piece of blonde loveliness.'
She moaned into his mouth, sucking on his tongue. 'And you - ' she felt him press against her. 'Are as hard as rock! Oh my.'
He pulled her tighter, his leg slipping between hers, feeling the heat of her crotch through his pants. She moaned as she ground against his muscular thigh. 'I want to hear you cum,' he whispered.
'If you keep your leg where it is, you will.'
David let one hand slide down to her buttocks, pressing her onto his leg, the other hand reaching up under her tank top, cupping her breast, stroking over her nipple poking through her bra.
'Goodness,' she gushed as he kissed her neck, just below her ear. She could feel David's erection against her hip, it was pointing up towards his waist and he was grinding against her. She slipped her hand down to help him.
Sammi, if you do that, and he cums, it's going to make an awful mess of his pants. And then how will he be able to back into the hotel? Well, maybe he won't, maybe we'll just blow it off, go back to the cottage and jump in the shower together. Hehe, you said 'blow it off.' She rolled her eyes.
Finding his penis between their bodies, she did her best to hold it through his pants, trying to stroke him. He grunted at her touch.
'Cum for me, Sammi.'
'If you cum for me.'
What are you saying? You're cumming whatever happens. You're almost there!
'Sammi, I'm almost there.'
'Me too.'
'David!'
Was that me calling his name? Did I cum and not realize it? No, you idiot! That was a man's voice. Wait - did he just cum and call his own name? That would be weird. - she felt him adjust his leg slightly so that her clitoris was right on him - Oh! Not a deal-breaker though, at least not right now.
'David!'
There it is again! No, that wasn't his voice. Oh, I'm so close...I think he is too. Well, Kacey, you said you wanted messy details, this might be it.
'David! Are you out here? We have a problem.' The voice was coming closer to them, shoes crunching on the gravel path.
'Shit! It's one of the stockholders,' David hissed, reluctantly pulling away from Sammi.
No! I was just about to cum!
'Were you close?'
No, no, you're fine. I was nowhere near cumming. 'Yes, I was just about to.'