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It started innocently enough. I was assigned to a work team and Phillip was on the team. We were of a similar age and shared a few common interests. It was natural that we would become closer; at least the rest of the team seemed to think so. Gary, the team lead, went out of his way to make sure Phillip and I were assigned either the same task or related tasks so we would have to work close on a regular basis. I knew he was throwing us together, I mean how many 'Tracey and Phillip' comments do you need to realize it? Stephanie, the deputy, was assisting him in that endeavor. Apparently, they thought we would make a "cute couple".
Steph and Gary were also a bit older, about fifteen years or so. All Phillip and I really had in common with them was work. The other two team members, Barry and Lawrence "Don't call me Larry" were the junior members. Barry was fresh out of college and Lawrence was just a couple of years older than him. It was like the team was really three smaller teams.
In all honesty, we worked really well together, so well that the company didn't split us up at the end of our first project. We were very successful on a government project that rolled into a commercial one, so they kept us together. Normally, they would have moved us to other teams, but the two contracts were so complicated that they decided to buck tradition and keep us all together. We went from there to another commercial contract and while the work was pretty easy, the challenge was in handling a very powerful but difficult customer. We were again successful. They then assigned us to another government contract which required a lot of travel, so the three sub-teams were frequently traveling. In fact, it was pretty normal for at least one of the sub-teams to be on the road any given week. Stephanie and Gary were the back-end system experts, Barry and Lawrence were the front-end programmers, and Phil and I were requirements and project management.
This week was our turn to travel. We were briefing the lead client and our continued success was based on his reception of our presentation. If he bought in, we were guaranteed the full job. If he didn't, we were out a six-month investment and would be on the receiving end of our company's displeasure. We weren’t too worried because things had been going well. Our main concern was government funding shortfalls. But that’s beside the point for this story.
Now, unlike Step and Gary, I love to travel and so does Phillip. We spent many evenings exploring out of the way restaurants and clubs together. We worked hard, as the saying goes, played harder. We were professional partners for almost four years when 'it' happened. Some people say it's inevitable, but I disagree. I still believe men and women can work closely together and not have sex, but sometimes – shit happens!
It started the evening after a seriously successful presentation. We were tired and exhilarated and hungry and running on an emotional high. Things had gone better than our most optimistic predictions. So we celebrated and did something we hadn't done very often, we got drunk! I mean pretty badly wasted – seriously shitfaced! We started at this club with tequila and it went on from there. We danced with each other and other people and just kept drinking until things started fuzzing out.
I woke up about 6 AM only partially clothed, and none of it covering any of my more sexual body parts. My breasts were exposed and my ass was bare. My top was around my waist, my panties were around one ankle, and I felt like the entire Marine Corps had walked through my mouth on their way to making a spectacular noise in my head! It was not a good waking up!
My back was registering a warm object next to me. Now, to be honest, this wasn't the first time I had gotten drunk and woke up with someone in my bed. It wasn't a habit, but it had happened before. The first time was in college and it led to a nice year-long relationship that ended pretty well. I was actually still in semi-regular contact with that former lover. The second time it also led to a relationship that ended in less than a year. We really tried, but we were just too damned alike and after a time, we both realized it wasn't working. We ended it in a good way but have lost contact. The last time it happened was really my first and only official one night stand. I didn't think there was enough alcohol in the world to let that particular type of person into my bed. Leathers and motorcycles weren't normally that appealing to me.
Since then, I have been careful to only get really drunk when I was with a trusted group of friends. That way if I end up in bed, it was with a friend (or friends) rather than a stranger. It wasn't a big deal, at least not with my tight circle of friends. Of course, my friends were nowhere in sight on this business trip. I was taken quite aback when I rolled over and saw my bed partner.
“Oh shit! Phillip!”
I did a quick body check and realized that we most certainly had sex last night and unprotected sex as well. I had a couple of marks on my breasts and had that 'feeling' in my pussy that told me I had sex the night before and pretty hard sex because I felt a little bruised. That wasn't unusual because I did love a good hard and fast fucking! But Phillip, no!
He was facing toward me and, as all of us ladies know, a sleeping male is not a really great thing to see at the best of times. If it was my home instead of a hotel I would have to wash the pillowcase of his twice... OK, you get the picture! He was naked as far as I could see. I took a look under the sheet and saw what I expected to see. Phillip had sure as hell had sex and needed a little cleaning up. I looked around the room and realized we were in his room, not mine. Shit, Shit, Shit! I do like him, but not like this. My liquored up brain really got me this time.
I slipped out of bed found most of my clothes, except for my shoes. Was I really walking around Washington DC streets without my freaking shoes? Shit! I must have been really drunk. No one should brave those streets barefoot.
I got dressed quietly and when I opened the door to the room I found my shoes in the hallway. A lady was getting off the elevator and smiled at me, "Some party?"
"You have no idea!" I said as the door closed quietly behind me.
She laughed. "Let me guess, woke with a strange girl in your bed?"
"No, that I could handle. I woke up with a male co-worker and it was his bed," I said with no small anguish in my voice.
I went across the hall to my room, but my card key didn't work.
"I think you grabbed the wrong key." The pretty lady said. She was standing there having a giggle at my expense. Although it was a nice giggle!
I butted my head against the door, "What else can go wrong?"
She didn't laugh at me at that point, which was nice of her. I must have looked like a complete idiot!
"Look, my room's down the hall if you need a quick hideout and a place to get cleaned up."
"What I really need is for him not to realize he was in bed with me."
She looked at me up and down for a second. "I bet we can arrange that." Then she smiled, it was the most mischievous and sexy smiled I'd ever seen.
"Is he still asleep?"
"What"
"Is he still out of it?" she asked slowly like she knew I wasn’t fully tracking yet.
"Yes, but..."
She messed up her hair and started unbuttoning her blouse. "Here's my card key. I'm in 1604. I'll meet you there once I wake him up and convince him he was with me. Now go, shoo!"
"Why would you..."
"Later, he might wake up. Go!"
She took the card key from my hand and sure enough it was for his room. She kissed my lips and then squeezed my breast as she carded the door. I stood there like an idiot as her skirt went down to the floor and she kicked it inside. She watched me looking at her over her shoulder. My brain acted even if the rest of me was too slow. She closed the door with a wink and a blown kiss and... I went down to her room.
I took a quick shower, which woke me the rest of the way up and sat there in nothing but a hotel bathrobe waiting for her. She came in laughing about a half hour later, carrying her clothes. She actually looked pretty amazing, matching panties and bra, high heels, and a huge smile.
"You're safe, doll!"
"What happened?"
"Wait one; I laughed so hard once I got out of his room I gotta pee."
She tossed her clothes on the dresser and went into the bathroom, leaving the door open. I heard her pee while we talked.
"It took a while to get him to wake up, so after I pushed him a few times and he finally responded, partially sober. He called me Trace, I assume you are Trace?"
"Yes, Tracey, Trace to my friends, an old nickname."
"I'm Beth, by the way. Well, he rolled over, grabbed a handful of tit and tried to snuggle with me. I screamed a little and that woke him up. Oh, it was fucking priceless."
I heard her finish and clean up like it was the most natural thing in the world to do so with another person right there and the door open. I liked her uninhibited attitude, not only because she may have saved my ass.
"He jumped and looked at me kinda bleary-eyed. Here is how it went, blow by blow:"
"Who the hell are you?"
The woman in the bed held the sheet to her neck. "What do you mean who am I, you bastard. Don't you remember?"
He sat there looking befuddled.
"We met at the club,” she said sniffing.
He just sat there on the bed staring at her.
She got up, dropping the sheet. He was so lost he didn't even look at her body. "You don't remember? We had a few drinks and came back up here. My god the sex! You were so good and you don't remember? You shit!" Her voice got louder.
She gathered up her clothing and held it in front of her, including a key card from the nightstand. "I don't fucking believe this. You seemed like such a great guy until you started calling me by the wrong name. I put that down to being a little drunk, but you can't even remember what we had last night!
She scrunched her face and looked about like she was going to burst into tears. "You asked me to marry you!" She cried as she ran out the door, nearly naked holding her clothes.
Back in her room. she started laughing again, “God that was funny. He didn't even try and stop me. I took one last look at his face and he looked like he had been shot."
"I bet! That marriage comment would have scared the shit out of him!"
"It was the most fun I've had in a while! I am so glad I ran into you!"
"Beth, I don't know how to thank you!"
"I'm sure something will come to you. I won!"
"Won?"
"I bet you we could pull this off, you lost. Now you owe me."
"I know I owe you, but I don't remember the bet."
She sat back in the chair, slipped off her sexy underwear, and opened her long and lean legs. "You need to pay more attention, Trace."
I eyed her carefully knowing that I am still not all the way sober. "How do you know I'm gay?"
"I don't know you're gay. I think you are at least bi. When I mentioned a strange girl in your bed you said you could handle that. I assume the best!” She shrugged off her bra. “So here I sit all hornied up from pulling a great fast one on a guy, with a gorgeous girl who owes me big time, and she sits on my bed in my hotel robe looking so wonderfully innocent. But I know beneath that robe is a lovely body, and right this second I'm hoping a talented tongue."
I sat there for one more second and finished disengaging the brain for the night. I knew I should think of all kinds of reasons for just running away. My stupid practicalities sometimes get the better of me, but right now who the hell needed to be practical. Beth was gorgeous, she had just saved my bacon, and she was right whether I made the bet a formal one or not -- I owed her.
I lost the robe and patted the bed next to me. She shook her head and pointed to her pussy.
Smiling, I got off the bed and knelt between her legs running my hands up and down them. She was gorgeous, much prettier than me. She was tall, athletic without that stringiness so common in tall, strong women. She was also nicely packaged, something I hope Phillip had the sense to realize. Her thighs were strong, maybe a dancer or something that kept her on her feet a lot. Narrow waist, nice breasts, much nicer than mine, I thought jealously, I thought they might be phony, but one touch told me they were the real thing. Her face was also amazing and the look in her eyes made my knees weak.
Her pussy was also pretty, something I hate to admit you can't always say about some of the ones I've seen. Face it, girls, some pussies look like little old men, all wrinkled up until the blood really swells up the labia, but hers was mouthwatering. She kept it neatly trimmed, just a little landing strip. She was also really clean and smelled of a fruity scent. This was a pussy made for eating! So I did!
I took a gamble and rather than go slow I plunged my tongue in deep as I pushed her lips wider apart. I heard her reaction, a loud exhale of breath followed by a "Yeah!"
She tasted good and clean and then she did something I could never do for long, she lifted both legs up and held them in the air. She was really strong! I was in good shape, but holding my legs up by my abdominals like that... no freaking way.
I kept licking and sucking her tasty pussy until I felt her shake a little. Then I touched a fingertip to her asshole and her legs came down hard on my shoulders as she wrapped them around me, pulling me tighter to her.
I worked a finger into her pussy while rubbing a fingertip around her asshole and sucking on her clit. She came so nice and hard! In several hard shudders, she slid down to the floor and took me with her.
"Damn, I was right, a talented tongue and terrific fingers!"
She got up and pulled me to my feet and to the bed. I eventually fell into an exhausted sleep for a couple of hours. I was looking forward to the mid-morning, but not to my flight home. I knew I would wake up with her. But, as my luck would have it, I woke up late and had to leave lovely Beth laying there in her bed looking incredibly sexy. I gave her my home phone, address, and a promise to visit real soon. I wasn't looking forward to seeing Phil, but I knew I had to and that I had to play it very cool.
I met him at the desk after packing quickly and showering again. Phil was sorta out of it mentally, like I should have been -- but for some reason, I was energized! I think the reason was Beth!
"But Phil, you hooked up with that dynamite looker at the club. I didn't see you after that. I assume you had a good night."
"I think I did."
"Oh did you keep drinking? I hope she had a good time then. I know she was all over you."
He grinned. "Now that I remember."
"Did you get her number?"
He looked sheepish.
"Do you even know her name?"
He shook his head.
"Oh, Phillip! Please tell me you used a condom?"
He turned red.
"That was pretty foolish of you, partner!"
I turned and pretended I was going to sleep. I almost busted a gut keeping in the laughter. In some ways, I shouldn't come down on him like that. After all we had unprotected sex together and I compounded it with unprotected sex with Beth. But it was so funny. He fucks me and wakes up with an even prettier stranger and he really doesn't remember exactly what happened.
About a month after that trip, with no notice at all, my doorbell rang.
"Hi! I bet you didn't think you would ever see me again." There she was, my savior, looking smug and sexy!
I grabbed her hand and pulled her into my apartment. I kissed her and pushed her against the hallway wall put my hands under her top and teasing those amazing breasts for a long minute. Once her breathing got nice, hot and heavy I pulled away and dragged her toward my bedroom.
I told her, "That's one bet you would have lost!"
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