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Straight Female / 37
It's My Tenth Year Anniversary
I was in Treasury and was sent along with a team that was evaluating an acquisition in South America. We had meetings with lawyers, some equipment men were there evaluating the installations, a couple of auditors were along doing ticking and checking. I was there to talk to the banks, about credit lines after the acquisition. The team leader was an M&A guy, with lots of experience.
He flew first class, the peons went economy. At the hotel we were in, it was a small hotel, with a small lobby and breakfast room, he had a room next to mine. I was the only female on the team, and he was against it. I was given instructions to stay close to him, where he went I went, and when I excused myself for the toilet, he stood guard. On the second night we were there he knocked on my door and told me I needed to move over to his room. He hadn't slept the night before because I was alone and exposed. 'Pick which side you want'. I got in bed with him.
I asked him if he was going to do something. 'Like what?' he asked me. In the middle of the night I woke up and he had his arm around me and I was pulled up under him. It was warm and comfortable. He felt me moving and woke up a little and asked me if I was alright. I said yes, and he pulled me close to him, except that he put his hand on my chest and felt up my boobies. I let him. I could feel him getting ready, he was rubbing hard against me, he was grabbing at me, not just my boobies, he was grabbing me between my legs and testing me with his fingers. I turned on my own onto my back and helped him get my panties off, and took him on top of me had the best sex ever. My first ever 'man', not a teenager.
My trip became the basis for an alliance, I worked for him. And I slept with him. We had sex often, honeymoon sex, everyday sort of thing. It lasted for months and months and months. There was nothing left to the imagination. Whatever he said, whenever he said, I was available. Gone were the days of dating, or going out alone with other girls. My weekends were taken, my nights were taken, I was no longer in the dating world.
It was a long five years before he popped the question, well not the question. 'I think you better plan on moving in with me'. I went shopping for my ring and wedding band. I took him to Macy's. 'No way, I wasn't wearing that stuff'. We went to Tiffany's, they have much better diamonds. I made the arrangements, the party place, the wedding venue. I bought my dress and he told me to spring for live music. The night before my wedding, he told me to drop and give him twenty. We had wedding night sex before we got married.
He flew first class, the peons went economy. At the hotel we were in, it was a small hotel, with a small lobby and breakfast room, he had a room next to mine. I was the only female on the team, and he was against it. I was given instructions to stay close to him, where he went I went, and when I excused myself for the toilet, he stood guard. On the second night we were there he knocked on my door and told me I needed to move over to his room. He hadn't slept the night before because I was alone and exposed. 'Pick which side you want'. I got in bed with him.
I asked him if he was going to do something. 'Like what?' he asked me. In the middle of the night I woke up and he had his arm around me and I was pulled up under him. It was warm and comfortable. He felt me moving and woke up a little and asked me if I was alright. I said yes, and he pulled me close to him, except that he put his hand on my chest and felt up my boobies. I let him. I could feel him getting ready, he was rubbing hard against me, he was grabbing at me, not just my boobies, he was grabbing me between my legs and testing me with his fingers. I turned on my own onto my back and helped him get my panties off, and took him on top of me had the best sex ever. My first ever 'man', not a teenager.
My trip became the basis for an alliance, I worked for him. And I slept with him. We had sex often, honeymoon sex, everyday sort of thing. It lasted for months and months and months. There was nothing left to the imagination. Whatever he said, whenever he said, I was available. Gone were the days of dating, or going out alone with other girls. My weekends were taken, my nights were taken, I was no longer in the dating world.
It was a long five years before he popped the question, well not the question. 'I think you better plan on moving in with me'. I went shopping for my ring and wedding band. I took him to Macy's. 'No way, I wasn't wearing that stuff'. We went to Tiffany's, they have much better diamonds. I made the arrangements, the party place, the wedding venue. I bought my dress and he told me to spring for live music. The night before my wedding, he told me to drop and give him twenty. We had wedding night sex before we got married.
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