The Retreat

AU. Will Schuester runs an ad agency and invites some of his top employees (Quinn, Sam, Tina, and Mike) on a team building retreat. Emma is the specialist he calls in to run it. Will understands the importance of team building, but he absolutely deplores office romances. Despite knowing this, those in attendance can help their desires.

I don't own Glee or these characters.


Chapter One

Will Schuester unlocked the doors to the rented beach house he and his employees would be utilizing for the next three days. If there was ever a time to spare no expense for the good of the company, this was it. The agency was gearing up for a major meet and greet with many new potential investors and clients, and he needed to have all his executives on the same page and working well together. That is why Emma was so necessary. She had been recommend to him by a former colleague who attended a seminar of hers. It had been several years since their first meeting, and he had hired her annually for retreats like these with varying amounts of employees. This was the first time he had ever thought to have the retreat on the beac for the whole weekend though.

Will had some misgivings about this whole thing. He didn't want this weekend to turn into some mushy cry-fest, or whatever. He wanted this retreat to bring about efficiency, but it wouldn't be worth it if his best employees got too comfortable with each other. Or the opposite, opening up so much the end up hating each other. He had never been a fan of letting one's personal life insert itself into work. Simply put, if someone was going through some issues he didn't want them working, and he especially didn't want them creating personal problems within the workplace dynamic. That is why he had a strict zero tolerance policy forbidding interoffice relationships. Some may have thought it cruel, but he felt it was necessary.

After getting everything set up, and making sure all the necessary amenities were there, all that was left was to wait for everyone else to arrive...

Far far across the city, Sam Evans rolled over in bed. After some momentary early morning confusion, he smiled upon remembering why the bed he was currently occupying was not his own.

"Good Morning," came the voice from the other side of the bed.

Sam turned to respond, "Good morning to you too, Quinn," before giving her a gentle kiss.

Quinn kissed back, and grabbed onto his neck not wanting him to pull away too quickly. Sam chuckled slightly and said, "Come on we have to get up, we got a big weekend ahead of us."

"No, I want more kisses. I might not get to kiss you at all this weekend. I need to stock up before that happens…"

"I thought that was what last night was for?"

"Oh yeah, I forgot," she said with a pout.

"I must not have been very good if you could so easily forget."

"That's why you need to remind me…" Soon they were kissing again, and reliving the events they had experience last night.

They had worked together at Will's company for a few years now. Over the last few months they had started some harmless flirtation; they knew Will's rules, but neither expected it to grow beyond that. They hadn't anticipated that they'd work so well together (in any sense of the word).

The previous night, they had ran into each other at a bar even though both were pretty sure no one from the company would patron it. They ended up having a wonderful evening together. They soon retired to Quinn's place under the stipulation that Sam would help her pack for the retreat, but of course that pretense had not made it passed the doorway before they were tearing each others clothes off and consummating their relationship. They knew that they would certainly lose their jobs if Will ever found out what they had begun, but something about the forbidden nature of it all just made it sexier.

Now in back in those same throes of passion that had consumed them hours earlier, Quinn and Sam were headed for the first morning sex of their new and interesting secret relationship. Quinn laid back on her comfortable bed as Sam lightly danced his fingertips up and down every curve of her naked body. It was the best kind of teasing as he made only the briefest contact with her hardening nipples, her taut stomach, and blushing cheeks.

When he felt Quinn had been sufficiently teased, he took his right hand and began to palm her left breast. Quinn enjoyed this very much, and it only got better as he began work on her other breast with his other hand. He rubbed them slowly but firmly in opposing directions outward from the center of her chest before pushing them together tightly and kissing the nipple on her left. He copied the same 'lick and kiss' pattern on her right breast before moving up to kiss her lips.

Sam then kissed his way back down her body. But this time he passed over her breasts and kissed her stomach. As Sam continued to move lower, Quinn reached for his hand and intertwined their fingers as Sam found what he was looking for.

In their earlier flirtations, Quinn had been attracted to Sam's mouth, and here now she was extremely thankful for the way it kissed down her thigh before nestling between her legs as its owner began to use his tongue on her achingly wet pussy. Sam found a solid rhythm in a series of long full licks followed immediately by several quick and short ones. Then he would forego those entirely and spend some time with her clit, sucking and nipping at that to really give her some pleasure.

Quinn thrust her hips upward and then arched her back releasing a pleasure-filled moan signifying her first orgasm. Her body's instinct was to tense up and close her thighs around his head, but he firmly held her legs apart so that nothing could keep him distracted from his mission. It was a mission he accomplished again very shortly, so much that she was not sure it she was experiencing a second orgasm, or if the first was still happening. This was all very enjoyable for Quinn, but she had to take control, she had to have him. She grasped at Sam's shoulders to guide him back toward her lips before kissing him deeply and tasting herself on his lips and tongue.

Quinn then rolled both of them over so that Sam was now on his back; she was definitely in control now. It's not that Sam minded Quinn taking control, in some ways he preferred it, especially when she used that control to start jerking off his hard shaft, as she was doing at present. Quinn let out this sexy little giggle when she lowered herself to be at eye level with his cock. Quinn had implied the night before that Sam was of a respectable size and this had come as something of a surprise given his relative shyness.

Quinn looked up and met Sam's gaze one final time before grasping him with her hands and licking up the length of his shaft starting from the bottom. And when she arrived at the top she sucked on the head with all she had. Using both her mouth and her hands Quinn proceeded to give Sam one of the most powerful blowjobs he had ever had, ever. Sam would have been more than happy to have things end here with her mouth still around his shaft, but he had other plans this morning. He gently lifted her by the shoulders until she was back facing him laying side by side on the bed. Then he took her in his arms and started to kiss her again.

Quinn became so focused on the taste and the sensation of kissing Sam again that him entering her came as a happy surprise. Sam was shocked by how wet and inviting she still was, as if her time spend on his cock had made her as aroused as she made him. He had no difficulty thrusting in and out and establishing a rhythm that stimulated them both. They started off slow and powerful. They stared into each other's eyes. Between all the smiles and giggles they were frequently kissing, or sucking on each other necks, trying to ignite any possible bursts of passion hidden away within themselves. They were both astounded by the level of intimacy they could achieve with the other despite the relative newness of their sexual relationship.

Quinn needed to have more though. Between kisses she was able to speak out in a breathy voice, "I want to get on top." Sam obliged and rolled them both over without disrupting their rhythm. Quinn knew that her instincts were right; this new position was much better for her. She liked being on top: both from the sense of power it gave her, and from the way she felt so much more full from the cock impaling her.

From his new vantage point, Sam had a wonderful view of Quinn's amazing body as she bounced up and down on his cock. He was very aroused by the way she took control. As he watched her there, he noticed how her hair had become unkempt from last night's tussles as well as their current escapades. The way she ran her fingers through her wild hair as she rode him was quite possibly the sexiest thing he had ever seen. He sat up into a sitting position as wrapped his arms around Quinn. They moved as one and began to build up speed.

Sam was about ready to lose control before Quinn shoved him back down to the bed as she scream out in a powerful orgasm. Able to feel Quinn's orgasm put Sam over the edge and he too came with a guttural moan. As he felt himself empty inside her, Quinn smiled and bit her lip before kissing Sam a final time.

Awhile later they finally dragged themselves out of bed. It was a tall order considering how much they both wanted to stay in bed and fuck all day. That was not an option though, they had to go to this retreat and not let Will know that anything had happened between them. Eventually Quinn was fully dressed and she started to make breakfast in the kitchen.

Sam also finally dressed, walked into the kitchen. He decided he was feeling rather bold given what had developed in the last 24 hours, so he walked up behind Quinn, wrapped his arms around her, kissed her on the cheek, and said, "Good morning, beautiful."

Quinn responded in kind. She shrugged him off eventually and pointed to the table, "the newspaper came if you want to read it."

"Thanks, my phone died, and I need to know who won all the games." He sat by the table, and Quinn watched him while nibbling on her toast. "Oh man, my guys lost again." Quinn laughed quietly to herself. Sam took notice of this, "Is something about my pain funny to you?"

"No it's not that, it's us. Look at us. We've gone full domestic after one night."

"And one eventful morning. Don't forget about that." Sam stood up to face her directly, "I don't know why, but something about this just feels right."

"I know. I feel the same way." They kissed again; they had been doing a lot of that all morning. "Shit, I'm going to miss kissing you this weekend. I mean, this is great, but we can't lose our jobs. Will can't find out. From the time you walk out that door through the next 3 days, you're just 'Mr. Regional Sales Manager' to me."

Sam's smile dropped from his face. He knew what they had to do, but he didn't like it. But Sam got an idea, "From the time I walk out there door, huh? Well I'm still in the kitchen…"

"Stop it! Get out of here! If we do it on my kitchen table, we'll both be late."

"Fine." Sam gathered his things together and walked to the door. He took one last look at Quinn, and said, "Goodbye, Quinn."

"Goodbye… Mr. Evans." And with that he was gone. This was going to be a long weekend.


more to come...