I used to travel a lot when I was moved from the Engineering department into Sales. I had that rare combination of technical skills but also the ability to communicate unlike some of my fellow workers. We were sent to corporate training facilities and would go for 2 to 4 weeks and went through training every day including Saturdays and Sundays.
We had corporate housing in a large condo development owned by the company. It was fun in the summertime with several pools and sand volleyball courts spaced throughout the development. We were now in the second weekend of training and the company had sprung for Margarita stations, kegs of beer, a DJ and barbecue for the Saturday evening.
Lights were coming on around the pool and volleyball pit as the sun went down on a gorgeous summer evening. Most of us were getting slightly drunk after all the sweating and drinking in the July sun so the dozen or so remaining headed for the pool. We hung out and drank and chatted and soon there were six of us, including Sarah and Amy – two girls from the Atlanta office I had become friends with. I was almost certain the two guys with us were attracted to them and maybe even were fooling around. John was from the Houston office and had been obviously flirting with me during the week. He knew I was married but I found out that a lot of cheating went on during these weeks away from home.
It was now almost midnight so we filled pitchers with the remaining margaritas and carried them off. Sarah and I were in the same two-bedroom condo and had a great view over the lake and golf course so we invited Amy and the three guys back to our condo if they wanted. Steve and Amy begged off but John and Walt (he was in the Omaha office) came back.
I went in to my room for a cover-up to put over my bikini and then Sarah and I went into the kitchen to cut some cheese for crackers to snack on. She teased me about John, telling me that he was mine for the taking. I smiled and went back to the deck with snacks and drinks on a tray.
The two loveseats on the covered porch left me sitting next to John. My mind raced thinking about having sex with someone new. I was physically attracted to his body I found, especially in the margarita – induced state that made me slightly drunk and definitely horny. I was planning on a quiet masturbation session later that night when I went to bed.
We listened to music and Sarah urged us to dance a couple of slow ones. I was hesitant but she was insistent and after a bit I felt silly sitting there watching them. I pulled John and up and joined them. I had to admit his body against mine felt yummy. His dark skin against mine was visually exciting. His shoulders and chest were well developed and his stomach taut. I was fairly certain I could feel a bulge through his swimming trunks as we danced. Dancing has always been a type of foreplay with me and this was no different. I could feel a slight increase in my heart rate and tingling between my legs as my nipples hardened under the bikini top. After 4 or 5 songs we retreated into the living room and flipped on late night television.
Suddenly Sarah announced she was calling it a night and grabbed Walt’s hand to lead him away. I felt like I had been set-up. This was certainly awkward now with just the two of us and me tugging with my conscience and my hunger for sex.
I guessed John sensed the moment as I noticed his hand had strayed to my leg just below where the oversized white shirt draped. I glanced from my legs to his face and he was watching my reaction. I gave him a kind of nervous look that said neither yes nor no. But he noticed that I did not push his hand away. The room seemed to be spinning now as I heard some song by Meat Loaf playing in the background. The only light in the room came from the muted television and from the spillover from the kitchen as we sat at the end of this sofa alone.