Official conferences were the most boring events. You couldn't really drink, because you were on business. You had to talk to lots of boring people, you didn't feel like talking to. The food was usually good, but being busy with talking always made it difficult to eat a lot.
Tauriel really hated these parties, but being an heir of one of the biggest entrepreneurs in the country, was a lifelong obligation to deal with business people and business itself. She worked in one of the many family companies as a advertising director, and unfortunately despite not using the family name in public and the privacy her family held sacred, everyone knew she had a bigger role to play, and treated her as a big fish. She was often sent to those meetings, semi official, semi casual, places where you could make friends with people in the business. This one was no different, wearing official clothes, talking with one more representative of one more company she was dead bored. What always made her laugh were the girls who would try to slip into these events to find rich men. Most of the men were already married, and some of them weren't all that rich, but just pretended to be. Some men used this as a chance to get a free lay, but they never held any attachments. Tauriel just observed, she never played any games, knowing her role in the family business was more important.
That was until she felt a shiver go down her spine while talking with one more boring sales director from one more company. She looked back towards the entrance of the room, and she noticed a pair of deep brown eyes staring at her. She turned back to the man she was talking to, and continued the conversation, still feeling chills go up and down her back.
"Mr. Gonzalez, would you mind If I interrupt your conversation? We have many urgent issues to discuss." Suddenly a deep warm voice said. She looked into the deep brown eyes she noticed just moments ago.
"Of course Mr Oakenshield." The older man replied and went on to talk to other businessmen in the room.
"I don't think we've ever met, so I find it surprising that we would have urgent business matters to discuss." Tauriel noticed sternly.
"You looked bored." The young man smiled and took her arm and lead her towards the much crowded conference hall. The moment he touched her hand she felt a sudden jolt of electricity, she looked surprised at him, and he just smiled back and looked like he had just struck gold.
"And why would you want to save me from boredom? All these meetings are equally boring." She replied quietly.
"Is this meeting really that boring?" He replied in a husky voice, gently moving his fingers over her bare arm. She felt tingling everywhere where his fingers touched. Suddenly she decided to play along, so she leaned closer to him and whispered "Not any more..." She could hear him chuckle. She looked closer at him, he was dressed really elegantly, his suit obviously good quality and expensive. He had longer hair than most men at these kind of meetings, but it was pulled back in a neat pony tail. He was slightly shorter than her, but she was taller than most people in the room. What was most unique about him were his eyes, deep brown, a seemingly normal colour, but his eyes had some kind of wild energy in them. His hand holding her arm was burning her skin, and his eyes looking into her face were drilling hard into her soul. She felt a spark of something, and she briefly wondered where he was taking her. As soon as led her to a private lounge she was pushed into the closed door with a strong kiss. She could feel his hands reach down her tights and his body melting into hers.
She had always thought sex was overrated. All those college girls wetting their underwear seeing handsome boys, all those fake screams at night in the dorm, clearly inspired by watching too many cheap porn movies. She wasn't a virgin, but her relationships were cold at best, she wasn't really interested in anyone to give into any urges. And most men were interested in her money and not in her abilities in bed.
She never thought she would actually meet anyone who would make her go into any sexual urges, but there she was inside a closed private lounge being manhandled by a handsome young man, who really did make her wet her underwear. In a private lounge at the most boring meeting of the century just shielded with thin walls, with hundreds of people around, she felt his body lean against her, she felt his erection press into her womb. She shivered as his hands were going down to her legs and holding her really tightly. She replied to the kiss with agitation, she wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him as close as possible. He stopped the kiss and looked at her face when he reached down under her skirt and touched the edge of her panties. "You're wearing stockings." He whispered in a raspy voice. She felt a sudden rush of heat in her body as his fingers gently tracked the edge of her underwear. In last conscious thought her brain told her to stop and pull back, but the heat of his fingers gently touching her hips made her hold her breath. She noticed he was waiting for her confirmation that she really wanted it, so she just leaned towards him and caught his lips in a strong deep kiss. He pulled her panties down and grabbed one of her legs and pulled it up to his hips, and he grinded into her body. His one hand holding her leg, his other gently caressing her most intimate parts. "You're so wet for me..." He whispered into her ear holding her tight. She felt his erection press into her, but he was still wearing all his clothes. With fierceness she never thought she had in herself, she reached down to his trousers, and gently glided over his throbbing erection. She could hear him gasp loudly and tremble under her touch. He had power over her body, but she had equal power over his, she suddenly concluded. Not waiting for his further reaction she unbuckled his belt and reached to grab his penis, and starting gently touching him. His lips found hers again, and his tongue pushed deep into her mouth, and his body moved hard against her hand. His other hand stopped touching her, and he reached into his pocket and gave her condom. She just grinned at him, and pulled the packet open with her teeth and with both hands swiftly put the condom on. Before she could even think about what she was doing, and how crazy it was, she was pressed hard into the door, her legs wrapped around his waist, and his body pushed hard into her. For what seemed ages, she flew to the moon and back, to land in his arms after the strongest orgasm a man had ever given her. She shivered under his hands, and held on tightly. He looked at her shyly, which was surprising after what had just happened, and gave her a sweet gentle kiss.
Suddenly it hit her what she had just done. She became just like those stupid whorish girls, she was just a bitch in heat. She suddenly felt so dirty. She looked at him, and realised that was it. She was just an easy lay, and she had actually had sex with a person whose name she didn't know. She stopped looking at him, and as soon as he let her go, she pulled down her skirt, made sure she looked more or less presentable, and she swiftly left the room, not noticing she was leaving him startled with a surprised look in his eyes. He smiled at picked up her panties from the floor.
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That conference had been the most boring of them all until he saw her. She was like an angel standing there among ordinary people. Her hair was long, in a rich crimson colour he had never seen before. She was wearing a tight fitting black skirt and grey short sleeve silk blouse. She had long legs, and she was tall enough to be a professional model. He knew enough about fashion and business meetings, to know she was probably the best dressed person in the room. When she glanced at him, just to see him staring, he noticed her eyes glitter with strength and curiosity. She was beautiful and she knew it. She had an aura of being in charge, so the moment she turned back to talking to the sales director, whose eyes were exactly at the level of her breast, he felt a need to go there and talk to her and to get her away from that lecherous old man.
He would have never planned what had exactly transpired between them. That private lounge was just a safe place to talk, but after closing the door he realised his fate was sealed. Subconsciously he brought them to the only place in the building where they could be alone, even if for just some time. His wild side took over, kissing, touching and having sex with her in such a crazy environment was like being reborn again. He felt like burning, and he gave into the feeling of lust that surprised him so much. He had always been shy around the girls, usually his older much more handsome brother gaining all the female attention. If Fili had heard about what his younger brother had actually done, he would have never believed it. No one would have believed it, and Kili was quite sure he didn't truly believe what had just happened. It was so crazy, too crazy. It was so not like him, but when he felt her skin under his fingers, it was like a drug, and he felt the need for much more.
The same evening he saw her in the hotel restaurant sitting alone, she was dressed in a more casual blue dress, but she looked equally beautiful. The conference was in the building next door, so it was logical most people who could afford it booked rooms in the five star hotel right next to it. He just smirked and sat down in front of her without even asking. At first she wanted to protest to any company, but seeing it was him she blushed slightly and remained silent for a moment and glared at him. "You came here for more?" She asked in a raspy voice.
"I'm very hungry." He replied looking at her deeply, clearly suggesting something different than food.
She knew she should just brush him off, but the way he looked at her made her legs tremble. She was ashamed of what she had done, it was so not like her and so unprofessional, but seeing him there sitting in front of her with that cute smirk on his face, she could feel her stomach swirl. They ordered some food, but both just played with it a bit. He finally glanced at her, and seeing she was just pretending she was interested in the food, he placed a banknote on the table and extended his hand towards her.
"Where are we going?" She asked hesitantly.
"For a walk?" He suggested lightly with a smile. As soon as they went out of the hotel and into the surrounding park, she felt she could breathe better. In his presence her body behaved irrationally, she could still feel his eyes on her, watching her every move. His fingers gently touched hers, and entwined together as they reached the terrace overseeing the river. They stood there silently taking in the view, comfortable with not having many people around. She felt his hand hold hers tightly, as if to stop her from running away again. As it was getting darker, it was also getting colder, and soon her dress was not enough to keep her warm. She felt him let go of her hand, and gently embrace her from behind. She loved the feel of his arms around her. He was so warm, his touch was so thrilling. She started shivering but not because of the cold. "My room or yours?" She finally heard him whisper into her ear. She turned around in his arms to face him, she could see so many emotions she couldn't read in his face. His eyes deep and mysterious looking at her strongly. There was so much passion in those eyes, she could clearly feel he was aroused again. She leaned closer and just before she touched his lips she whispered "Mine!".
He didn't ask whether she meant only the room, or that he was hers. It sounded so deep and so serious he could swear she was talking about him belonging to her, and he would not mind that at all. He was surprised she didn't reject him, he was an idiot not being able to start a normal conversation with her. But somehow he felt she didn't mind it. She didn't start a conversation as well, she just stood comfortable in his arms accepting his warmth. He grabbed her hand again and led her back to the hotel, as soon as they reached the last floor, she pulled him towards a room at the end of the corridor, to the penthouse apartment. He just laughed when they entered, but she looked sternly at him not understanding.
"No wonder I couldn't book the penthouse." He whispered smiling widely. "The presidential is nice, but not as nice as this." He said looking around curiously.
"You came here to get a tour of my apartment?" She asked him coldly. He just smiled at her warmly, and closed the distance between so that she could feel his breath on her lips. "Quite the contrary, I don't care where we are." His lips still just barely not touching hers.
"There is a beautiful private swimming pool on the rooftop, If you'd like the tour." She replied in whisper, wishing he would just kiss her. He grabbed her hand and instead kissed her palm, which made her shiver with excitement.
"That sound perfect." He replied pressing his lips against hers. They made it to the rooftop both holding their breaths. She took in the beautiful view, it was bit chilly but the water it the pool was heated, so she quickly took off her dress and jumped into the pool. She looked back at him standing there at the edge of the pool with his mysterious unreadable smile. After a while he dropped his clothes to the floor aware she was watching his every move. She loved what she saw, under those smart clothes were real muscles, not from training in the gym but from actually doing sports. He was really slim, lean and muscular. He was hairy as well, his chest covered with a web of curly dark locks. He gave her one more smirk, and jumped in. Soon he stood right in front of her, his long hair a mess from the water, but his smile even wider. Without hesitating she jumped forward and wrapped her legs around his waist, and pressed her lips against his. Immediately she felt his lips respond to her, and his hands reach down to hold her ass. They made out like crazy in the middle of the swimming pool, ripping off the last pieces of underwear and exploring each other's body. The tingling she felt earlier, the flame she felt at his touch, became a volcano. He carried her to the edge of the pool, and pushed her higher just to move his finger deeper into her and make her gasp. With strength he lifted her up to the edge of the pool and fiercely stood right in between her legs. She was shivering because she was out of the hot water, but what he did next made her scream. He moved his tongue over her clit, sucking it gently and holding her legs on his shoulders, his head right in between her legs. Just a moment of torture and she was tugging on his hair and melting into the soft motion of his tongue and lips touching her where no one ever dared touch her. As she cried gently and whimpered, he lifted her back into the pool, and let her calm down feeling the warmth of his body and the hot water. She wrapped her legs around him, and rested her head on his shoulder, and made one demand "More!". He just laughed at that and carried them both out of the pool and into the bedroom.
That night was their first full night, wrapped into each other's bodies they reverted into a feeling of passion and lust. With every time they felt the need for more, and it didn't matter who or where they were. It didn't matter who was on top, or if they were tried and spent, they just had to get more. And finally after many hours they fell asleep completely satisfied for the moment.
She woke up alone early in the morning. On the pillow next to her, she saw a small note saying "I'll be back for breakfast." She smiled wondering whether breakfast meant actually eating or devouring her body again. She was completely surprised with what happened, a onetime thing was growing into an affair, and she briefly wondered if they would stay like that till the end of the conference. The conference she suddenly remembered, and looked at the time. But it was still early, and the first panel was at ten. She heard the door opening and closing, and soon he peaked into the bedroom.
"Hey, I was hoping to wake you up with a kiss!" He joked at her with his huge smile. He was wearing a tracksuit and he looked like a pro sportsman in that. She briefly noticed he looked good in anything.
"I was actually hoping for the same..." She gently whispered and he immediately jumped at the chance to close the distance and kiss her deeply. She wanted to wrap her arms around him and pull him into bed, but instead he lifted her up and carried her to the bathroom. "Breakfast will be here in just over half an hour. So shower first..." He gave her one more kiss, and took off his clothes and pulled her into the huge shower. She was immediately awake feeling the hot water on her naked body and his hands touching her. She wanted to grab the soap to start washing them, but instead he forced her to turn around and pushed her into the wall, and before she could register what was happening, he was already inside and fucking her wildly against the cold shower wall. She jumped when she felt his hand touch her clit and start rubbing her gently, and the movement of both his body and his hands made her come practically immediately. Later she felt his hands gently wash her, but still with a playful caress on her skin. She kissed and washed him as well, taking in the pleasure of him warm skin under her touch.
Breakfast was the first meal they actually ate, constantly smiling at each other and hesitantly flirting. She was hopeless at flirting, and she had no idea what to talk with him about. Her life reduced to the sex frantic that happened last night, so talking seemed less important than stealing kisses, food from his plate and finally sitting in his lap having him feed her.
He just took it all she was giving him. He tried not to think about the why, but about the now. He just wanted to be with her, and he would worry about reality later. He wanted more, to get to know her more. To finally know her name, to know what she liked doing, if she liked her job and everything about her. But somehow just having her near was exhilarating, like finding the missing piece of your soul. Suddenly he realised he would never let her go.