Beauty and the Tease by Brevity617

We met at this event last spring. There had been a few video chats and some pretty heavy flirting, but it had been a full year since there hadn’t been 4 states separating us. The convention was crowded, maybe even more so than last year. I could feel my heart pounding as I low-key scanned the crowd. At 6’2″, with a muscular Marine’s frame, he shouldn’t be too hard to spot. Not to mention those piercing blue eyes and sweet smile.

We planned on connecting once we both got settled, I had a booth to set up and he had business connections to maintain and friends to see. It wasn’t a frivolous trip for either of us, but we had made loose plans to carve out some time to get to know each other better. I let him know when I made the drive up and he let me know when his plane landed. We were finally back in the same city. So, I scanned the crowd, as surreptitiously as I could manage, while still engaging with customers. Waiting. Waiting and enjoying the mingled feelings of anticipation and the delicious dread of something new and unfamiliar.

I was adjusting a display when I felt a hand on my waist. I could feel the electricity in the air, crackling in the small space still between us. I stiffened and breathed in his musky scent. He smelled like masculinity: sandalwood with an ever so faint, sweet undertone of sweat and generic hotel soap. I smiled, of course he’d been to the gym already this morning. He stepped into my space and breathed against my neck, “good morning, Beautiful”. It sounded so much better in person than it had over text almost every morning of the last year.

My heartbeat quickened and I managed to quip back the standard reply, “good morning, Tease.” My voice felt thin and breathy to my own ears but at least I managed to stifle the moan that almost escaped. His strong hand hadn’t left my waistline and was joined by his other hand to encircle me, as he moved slightly to turn me to face him.

Damn he looked good! His dark beard looked recently trimmed and framed his sweet smirk perfectly. I put a hand against his firm chest before going in for a long hug, running a hand up his back, across his broad shoulders and resting it at the base of his neck. “What took you so long? Did you sleep in?” I asked knowing perfectly well that he rarely slept in. He laughed. He had a great laugh. Soft but sincere. I pulled back out of the hug, but his hands never left the curves of my waist.

“I’ve already gotten in a work-out and finished two meetings. What have you done with your morning?”

“Not too much.” I quipped back as I gestured at my booth, immaculate displays on every wall.

“Booth looks great this year. Are you busy? Can you step away for a bit or should I come back later?”

The responsible thing to do would be to stay and run the business. But I had spent a year thinking of all the irresponsible things I would do if given the chance. The booth could wait. I had good people working it and setup was the hardest part anyhow. I waved at Jim and Carol and told them I’d be back.

We walked around the convention without any specific destination. Pointing at this thing or that thing. After walking around for about 10 minutes, we passed an empty alcove, he practically lifted me into it, pressing me against the wall with his heaving shoulders looming over me. He kissed my neck, gingerly, as if I might break or melt away. My hips moved involuntarily towards him as I leaned my head to the side to give him better access.

He groaned against my neck and moved his face to cover mine. I was devoured in the kiss. Demanding, greedy, hungry. And then soft, warm and giving. Finally, after what seemed like both an eternity and mere moments, I put both hands flat on his muscular chest and pushed gently. He came up for air, breathing heavily. I looked down to see him bulging against his odie green cargo pants. It was nice to have confirmation that he was as excited about this weekend as I was. He took a deep, shakey breath.

“Maybe you should go back to your booth.” He said completely unconvincingly, without making eye contact.

“I… I don’t want to.” I reached up to touch his face, tracing my fingers down his cheek along the edge of his beard and finally lifting his chin up to meet my eyes. I kissed him softly, gently pulling on his bottom lip with both of mine. ” But… I know you have a busy weekend. We can circle back and meet up later if you’ve got things to do.”

He laughed. Heartily this time. “I can’t even remember what city I’m in right now! Much less what was on my itinerary. I wasn’t going to even bother you until later in the day, but I saw you from across the room and next thing I knew I was touching you and I didn’t want to let go.”

People were starting to stare as they walked past. I knew he didn’t particularly enjoy public displays of affection, which was confirmed by the sweet blush starting to creep across his cheeks. Being several years older, being watched wasn’t something I got off on, but I was certainly well past being worried about what others thought of me. His erection was also getting shy. As soon as it was less obvious, he grabbed my hand and we started walking again, seemingly aimlessly, making mostly small talk. How it was hotter here in Texas than in California, how the people were nicer, but more aggressive drivers. We stopped suddenly. We had walked away from the convention to the elevators that went to the connecting hotel. Honestly, he looked as surprised as I was.

Intellectually, I knew he had to have a room booked but I hadn’t exactly thought about the logistics of it, beyond vague desires. But now, in the presence of him, my desires were starting to become fully formed. He dropped my hand and turned to look at me imploringly. “Do you…want to…?” He was such a beautiful specimen of manhood. Strong, smart and sweet… and suddenly very, very shy again. The elevator doors opened and a cute couple got off and walked passed us. Suddenly, I felt shy too. I could feel my cheeks burning as I struggled to ask for what I wanted. What the heat between my legs demanded. The doors shut. Two women walked up and pushed the button as I nodded and managed to squeak out stupidly “yes… that’s fine” as the pit in my abdomen felt heavy with as yet unfulfilled desire.

We got on the elevator with the two other women, deliberately standing as close as we could without touching each other, feeling the electricity of each other’s proximity. It felt positively scandalous to be sneaking off in the middle of the day with someone I barely knew.

The women got off a few floors below our destination. As soon as the doors closed behind them, he grabbed my wrist and pinned one hand above my head, pressed his knee in between my legs, pushed upwards and held me there on my tiptoes, his face a mere breadth away from mine. He was so gentle, but his physical prowess made my imagination run wild with what he could do; right here, right now. His free hand moved to my ribs and then moved slightly upwards until his thumb was in position to rub reverently over my nipple.