Approached In A Bar Part 1
I was never one for drinking on a business trip, but after ten hours of listening to the benefits of extruded plastic, I needed to unwind. The convention hotel had a bar on the bottom floor. It was one of those places that are built for drinking and meeting, not for any kind of view or gimmick menus.
It wasn't full of people yet, but it wasn't exactly empty. I found myself a place at the bar, ordered myself something watered down and settled down for an hour of no brain activity.
That's probably why I almost fell off the stool, startled, when she asked me what I was drinking.
I turned around with a small smile in the voice's direction, growing a little as I took her in. Man, she was gorgeous. The classical hourglass form covered in a smart skirt suit, her brown hair clasped in a bun on the top. Eyes you could stare into for hours. I felt myself doing just that, self-conscious as she waited for my answer. I told her what I had, and she ordered the same from the bartender.
I'm not ugly, but neither am I a 'hunk'. It felt good having a woman approach me in a bar. We talked about plastics, laughed together about the foibles of some of the presenters, and shared trivialities. I glanced at the clock. It was two hours since I walked in, and it felt like two minutes. But tomorrow's day was going to be another long one.
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I finished off my drink, and smiled apologetically in preparation to make my departure. Instead, she said she had some samples she wanted me to look over, and wouldn't it be quieter somewhere else - my room, perhaps?
Yeah right. Like I was going to say no.
I paid both of our bar tabs and led the way back to the elevators and my room. One good thing about my company, they're willing to spring for comfort. I had a small suite all to myself, a sitting room branched off the bedroom. I let her in, and mixed up something light at the wet bar after dropping my tie and jacket on the bed.
About that time, I realized that she hadn't brought anything up with her besides her purse. So much for looking at samples. We talked some more, about nothing in particular, and we moved into the sitting room. Placing her drink on the table, she looked at me for a long time with a sly smile, not talking. I wasn't sure what she had in mind, but I didn't have to wait long to find out.
She sat me down on the couch, telling me to not move unless she moved me or told me to. Not sure where this was leading, I said I would. With a coy smile, she moved away from me.
