“Way to go, Jessica. You closed the deal with that final pitch,” I said. “You made it impossible for them to say no.”

“Thank you,” Jessica beamed, almost giddy with satisfaction, knowing she nailed it. “I did, didn’t I?”

“You walked in there like you owned the place.”

“When I want something, I do whatever it takes to get it. The truth is, I couldn’t have done it without you, Dan.”

“Teamwork,” I answered. “Good, solid teamwork.”

One of the favorite parts of my job is seeing younger colleagues grow and succeed. I’m a 45-year-old lead sales manager for a medium-sized but growing tech company. It’s a big accomplishment when we win contracts normally dominated by our larger competitors. We had worked on this one for three months. Jessica and I flew 1,200 miles to meet with the company's executives and, against all odds, close the deal.  Winning this contract was huge for our company and guaranteed bonuses for us. As a thirty-two-year-old wife and mom of two under five, that bonus was a big deal. It would also open doors for her professionally. Jessica was elated.

“I wish Mike were here,” she said, almost reflectively.

“I agree,” I said, having met her husband once during the two years she was at the firm.  “He will be very proud.”

“He already is. I just called him. I can’t tell if he’s more excited for me or the renovation project my bonus will pay for.”

“The ink isn’t even dry, and you two already have the bonus spent?” I asked with a laugh, knowing my wife probably had mine spent too. “Well-deserved, Jessica. You did great.”

“We need to celebrate!” she exclaimed. “We’re stuck here until our flight in the morning.”

“I think a bottle of champagne is in order,” I offered.

“I do too!” she said.

After dropping things off in our respective hotel rooms, we met downstairs in the hotel bar. Jessica was already there, still wearing her white button-down shirt, pencil skirt, and heels, but with one of her shirt buttons unbuttoned from earlier, showing off her cleavage.

My lingering stare was unusual but unavoidable. Jessica smiled when my eyes finally rose to hers. The awkwardness was unusual. I made a point of always being professional at work, never crossing any line that would sabotage the success of my career I had worked hard for. Women I work with, especially those who work for me, always knew they were safe from any inappropriate attention that would make them feel anything but my respect and support.

Jessica was still riding her excitement about the sale's success. It was the biggest of her career. I ordered a plate of appetizers with the first bottle of champagne as we took two stools at the far end of the bar. The conversation was easy. It started with talking shop and the details of the sale we had just maneuvered. The more champagne we drank, the more personal the conversation became, about our lives outside of work, our marriages, my children, and her struggle with Mike to have children.  Within half an hour, we ordered a second bottle, loosening things up with more teasing and laughter. After another hour, we were halfway through a third bottle.

“I bet you and Steph have a great sex life,” she blurted, offering a glance up and down my body. We both felt the immediate sexual tension of her question, but we were tipsy enough to let it go.

“I’ve not heard any complaints,” I said confidently. “Of course, kids in the house complicate things,” I confessed.

Jessica’s hand slid off her lap and onto my leg, letting it slide down the inside of my thigh. Her hand found my shaft, caressing it at first with her fingers, before raising her nails to rake it through my pants. “No kids here.”

“Jessica,” I said, surprised by her boldness, without moving her hand.

“It’s just a touch, Dan,” she said, with a smile. “We’re celebrating. Champagne makes me horny. Ovulating does too,” she added. “The two together set me off. I can see why Steph is so happy with you,” she added. “Impressive. I wish Mike were...”

“I can’t,” I said, interrupting her. “I never take advantage...”

“You’re not,” Jessica shot back softly. “I am taking advantage of you,” she said with a wink. “You’re always respectful, Dan. I appreciate it. I’m the one enjoying the feel. I’ve always wondered how big you were,” she confessed. She reached her left hand up to the buttons of her shirt, unbuttoning another one seductively, revealing more of her cleavage.

“Damn, Jessica,” I protested with my words, without moving her hand or my leg.

“It’s not cheating,” she said coyly. “It’s just a touch. It’s not like you’re fucking me. We’re celebrating a team win.” Her hand moved more firmly across my swelling cock. “It’s the same as this,” she said, taking my hand in hers, moving it to her bare thigh exposed by her hiked skirt from sitting on the bar stool. She kept her hand on mine, holding it there. “How does it feel, Dan?”

“Fuck, Jessica,” I said. “I shouldn’t.”

“You didn’t. I did. It’s not cheating, Dan. People touch all the time walking down the street, packing into a subway, standing in a crowded bar, dancing at a club. How much better as friends, celebrating a huge win?”

My hand caressed the inside of her thigh.

Jessica moaned softly. She winked and smiled seductively. She picked up her champagne flute with her left hand and raised it toward mine. “A toast,” she said. “To a win worth celebrating.”

“A win,” I said, letting our glasses kiss before taking a sip.

Jessica set her glass down, turned her body, and leaned in toward me. Her lips touched my neck.

“Jessica, we can’t,” I said, surprised by her boldness.

“Relax, it’s just a friendly kiss,” she whispered in my ear, still pressed against my body. “Friends kiss on the cheek all the time, especially when they celebrate.” Her fingers grabbed a hold of my cock through my pants again, giving it a squeeze. “You feel so good,” she complimented. 

My hand slid higher on her thigh, moving beneath her skirt.

Jessica moaned, continuing to stroke my cock. “You’re making me so wet,” she confessed.

I pulled my fingers away.

“Oh, please don’t stop, Dan. It feels so good. We need to celebrate the win.”

“We can’t,” I protested unconvincingly. “Not like this.”

“Would you feel more comfortable celebrating in my room?” she asked.

The bartender suddenly interrupted our conversation. “Anything else I can get you?”

“Another bottle, and charge the tab to his room,” Jessica answered. “Now we’re celebrating,” Jessica added with a smile. “Come on.”

I closed the tab, grabbed the bottle and two new champagne flutes, and we walked toward the elevator. Jessica reached out for my arm. Another couple entered the elevator with us and hit the button for level twelve. I hit the button for fifteen.

The moment the doors closed, Jessica slid in front of me and stepped back, pushing me against the back wall of the elevator with her ass. I was helpless to resist with the champagne bottle in one hand and two flutes in the other. She rotated her ass against my cock. “So hard,” she whispered. “You feel amazing.”

The other couple stood awkwardly, turning their faces away from us, trying to give us privacy in the cramped elevator.

“We’re celebrating,” Jessica said with her broad smile, her words a bit slurred.

“Congratulations,” the man said. “Looks like you’re off to a good start!”

“See?” Jessica said to me, pressing more firmly against me. “Something so right about it.”

The elevator doors opened, and the couple stepped out. The moment the elevator doors closed, Jessica’s ass danced on my lap like a professional until the doors opened on our floor. “My room is right down here,” she said. We walked down the hall to her room. She opened the door, and we entered, letting the door close behind us.

Jessica immediately turned, kissing my neck again.

“Jess,” I said.

“It’s okay,” she said. “It’s not like we’re fucking,” she added. “We’re just having fun.” She started a soft party playlist on her phone, set it down on the desk, took the champagne bottle from my hands, unwound the wire cage, and popped the cork. Champagne sprayed from the bottle. She quickly raised it to her mouth, wrapped her red-painted lips around the opening of the bottle, and let its spray pour down her throat. She winked as she played with the opening of the bottle in her lips while maintaining her stare. She lowered the bottle from her mouth and licked her lips. She handed the bottle to me. “Here. Your turn.”

I took the bottle and took a swig. As I did, she kicked off her heels and began unbuttoning her shirt. She locked her eyes onto mine and smiled seductively. She reached behind her back, unzipped her skirt, and let it fall to the floor, leaving her in only her lace bra and thong.

“Fuck, Jessica,” I said, taking another swig.

“Just shedding these tight work clothes and getting comfortable,” she said, continuing her smile. She took to the two ends of my necktie and pulled them toward her, swaying her body to the music. “Let’s dance.”

We danced in the privacy of the room, sharing the bottle of champagne between us. Jessica reached up and started unbuttoning my shirt from the top, moving her way down. Stop me whenever you want,” she added with a wink.

“Fuck,” I said. 

 “Just getting comfortable.” Jessica reached the bottom of my shirt, untucked it to get the last two buttons. “Take it off for me,” she said before her hands moved down, opening my belt buckle and my pants.

I pulled my shirt and undershirt off, exposing the top of my fit body, while she pushed my pants down my legs. I kicked my shoes off and stepped out of them.

“That’s more comfortable, isn’t it?” she asked with a wink. She took the bottle of champagne from my hand and took a couple of big swigs. Some bubbly escaped from the bottle, pouring down the front of her body. She handed the bottle back to me. “Damn,” she said, reaching behind her back with one hand, unclasping her bra, and letting it fling open. With the other hand, she reached up to the center of her bra, pulled it off, and threw it to the side. Her tits glistened from the champagne.  “That’s more comfortable, anyway.”

I took another swig of the champagne. The bottle was almost empty after her large swigs. She looked amazingly hot. My cock stood straight out toward her.

“Fuck, Dan, look how big you are,” she complimented, rubbing her hand across the front of my boxers.  She knelt down onto her knees in front of me and kissed it on the outside of my boxers.

“Jessica,” I said, attempting to protest, hesitant to cross the line further.

“It’s just a kiss, on the outside of your boxers,” she said. “It’s not like we’re fucking. A cock this nice deserves to be appreciated,” she added before putting her lips on it. She alternated between stroking it with her lips and licking it with her tongue. My cock rose to full mast, the bulbous head rising out of the top of my boxers.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned.

“Fuck, yes,” she answered. “Look at that!” Her tongue rose higher and licked my exposed head. “I was being appropriate, keeping it in your boxers, but anything that comes out is fair game.” She gave a devilish smile, continuing to lick my cock with her tongue.

“Damn,” I answered. My cock throbbed from her licks, each throb pushing my boxers down my shaft, exposing more of my cock.

Jessica looked up at me again, smiled, before lowering her lips over my whole head, sucking it into her mouth. My knees buckled. With her lips capturing my cock, her tongue went to work ravenously.

“Fuck!” I shouted.

She pulled my boxers down my legs while she continued her skilled oral devouring of my cock. Her right hand reached up to capture my balls, playing with them while she began swallowing my entire length down her hungry throat, something even Steph was unable to do. Jessica was voracious.

“Oh fuck, I’m going to cum,” I shouted, thrusting my cock again and again down her throat. Intense arousal mixed with pangs of guilt.

Jessica pulled back. My body shook from the closeness of the edge. She took my hand and led me to the bed. She lay on her back with her knees up. Her panties were drenched.

I began rubbing my cock over her panties. Jessica moaned. “Mm, yes. That’s good,” she moaned, her hands rising to massage her tits. Her nipples stood erect like thimbles. “It’s not like we’re fucking,” she offered, reading my mind. “We’re celebrating. Feels so good. Push harder. Faster.  You’re driving me crazy.”

I rubbed my cock against her folds, harder and faster, still above her panties. My cock was getting wet from her soaked panties. I slipped my cock under her panties, letting the tightness of them press my shaft against her labia.

Jessica turned her head and moaned loudly. “Fuck yes!” she said, feeling the skin on skin. She looked up at me with a wicked smile.

I slid my cock up and down her drenched folds, under her panties, each time, my head arriving against her swelling clit. Her moans got louder. I lowered myself over her body, sucking one of her nipples into my mouth. I gradually increased the pace of my rocking motion, pressing my cock harder against her body. Jessica moaned. “Fuck you feel so good, Dan. Please don’t stop.”

She felt amazing too. I tried to believe her lie that it was okay. We were just celebrating, I told myself. “Fuck,” I said. “I’m getting close again.”

Jessica immediately rolled us over, putting me on my back. She pulled her panties off and straddled me, putting my cock right under the drenched folds of her pussy. She looked amazing. There was an almost rabid passion in her eyes. She used her long fingers to slide my throbbing cock back over her labia. She rocked slowly at first. “It’s not like we’re fucking,” she whispered in my ear, trying to convince me as much as herself. “We’re just rubbing against ourselves.” My cock head pressed firmly against her wet folds, sliding up and down. Her moans grew louder. The longer she went, the faster and harder she moved, using my cock as a toy for her pleasure.

“Oh fuck,” I said, feeling the climax quickly approaching the point of no return. “Fuck, fuck, Jessica!”

Jessica’s pussy was soaked. Her body began to shake as she pushed my cock against her pussy harder and faster. Each pass up her sensitive valley began with her circling her pussy’s opening with my cock as if teasing, before sliding it up her labia toward her clit, until she tormented her button with my head.

“Oh fuck!” I yelled again. I knew I had passed the point of no return.

Jessica didn’t slow down or ease up. She dropped her head back as she handled my cock, repeating the motion, positioning my head at the opening of her pussy, ready to move it toward her clit again.

“Fuck, Jessica!”

Feeling both of our bodies on the very edge of a thundering climax, Jessica suddenly raised her body up and then plunged my cock into her drenched pussy. Her ass landed hard on my abs, burying my cock completely in her, hitting her cervix. Both of our bodies quaked as the climaxes hit like a perfect storm. Jessica rode me hard, each thrust taking our shared climaxes to another level of euphoria. She pumped me dry as her pussy gushed, triggering wave after wave of dizzying pleasure crashing over us. She screamed with irrepressible gratification.

I was stunned, helpless as my cock was planted deep into the core of her being, shooting load after load of my hot seed into her womb. “Damn.”

“I’m going to cum again,” she said, gasping. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” she squealed, with unstoppable lust. Her tits bounced as she continued to ride, draining me of everything I had until she collapsed on top of me. Our bodies were sweaty and exhausted.

“Fuck, that was good, Dan. I don’t remember the last time I was fucked that good.”

The alarm on Jessica’s phone woke us both up just a few hours later to catch our early flight. There was an unspoken awkwardness lying naked next to each other, exhausted from the long day of closing the huge deal and the night celebrating. The inebriation of the four bottles of champagne had worn off, but not the realization of what happened because of it.

“Fuck, that was good,” Jessica said, breaking the awkward silence.

“I’m so sorry,” I said. “I never meant to.”

“You didn’t, Dan. That was all me, and I don’t regret a second of it. Thank you.”

“You closed that deal,” I answered. “No one can say no to you.”

Jessica smiled proudly. “Very true.’

In the months that followed, a lot was made of the historic deal Jessica and I closed, but we never said a word about our celebration. Neither of us ever touched the other again, or even exchanged a suggestive glance. There was only mutual collegial respect and teamwork.  A year later, we negotiated a multi-year extension on the major contract. That extension led to Jessica’s promotion to manager. The timing was perfect. It happened the same week she returned from her three-month maternity leave, after the arrival of her first baby.

“Congratulations on all your success, Jessica,” I said genuinely as we walked out of the video meeting to ink the contract extension. “It’s been a big year for you with the contract, its extension, the promotion, and your new baby. You must be happy, and Mike must be so proud.”

“Thank you. I am happy, and Mike is proud. As you know, when I want something, I do whatever it takes to get it.” She paused and offered her winsome smile. “But also, thank you, Dan. I couldn’t have done it without you.”