Stormy Nights... Closed

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OOC ~ This is a closed thread for Tedwar and myself. May open up in the future.




IC ~

Natalie sat in the lobby of the Radisson pouring over her notes. The legal jargon jumbling together, the words essentially meaningless in her overstudied state. Her chestnut hair disheveled, the once well secured bun loosened, strands falling across her cheeks. Her soft pink lips wrapped around the pencil she had been chewing on for the last half hour.

"I need a break" she announces to her self, putting her papers and books to the side and standing to stretch. She catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror and is shocked. Her mid-calf lengthed navy skirt wrinkled and crooked, the slit pulling close to the front, showing off her stocking clad legs. Her white blouse spun to the side with her skirt, the top 2 buttons undone to allow her to breath. A slight glimpse of her cleavage could be seen at just the right angle.

At 5 foot 7 and 120 lbs, she looked good. Her body sleak and well kept, her clothing chosen to suit the requirements for her job, but her underclothing showing her more feminine desires. The stockings and garters, push up bras, occasionally a corset for kicks. Her shoes, not nearly as tall of heels as she would chose, but practical at a 3 inch heel. She looked good, and she knew it. Just wished she could dress a little less formal for a change.

Straightening out her attire, and stretching fully, she sits back down. This case needing all of her attention, yet it just was not there. Instead of was on Adam. A colleague of hers who was at the seminar as part of the group.

Adam, the charismatic, down to earth, amazingly sexy colleague. At 6 foot tall and around 190 lbs, the best she could tell he was well formed and ever so delicious. His blue eyes light up his entire face, his red pouty lips...oh so kissable. His suits always well pressed, she wondered how his rear would look in jeans, but quickly pushed the thought aside.

Thoughts of kissing him played in her mind, her attention definitely elsewhere. Moments later Adam walks through the door. Clad in a leather jacket, his suit coat over his arm. His sandy brown hair wet from the rain outdoors.

Blushing madly, Natalie realizes she is watching him. Quickly reverting her gaze back to her book, only to find it is upside down. She hears him chuckle, looks up and sees him approaching her.

"Do you always read your case studies upside down?" He jokes.

Stuttering profusely Natalie replies "I..I'm a bit... distracted.." Wishing she had fixed her hair along with her clothes, she runs her fingers through the loose tresses. She reaches for her papers and brief case, throws everything inside and stands up. "Nice to see you" she mutters, heading to the elevator.

"Hey, wait up" Adam chases after her. "I was wondering if you could use any help. I know you are busy with a difficult case, I would love to offer assistance if you could use it." Adam smiles, a blush coloring his handsome cheeks. "We could go out for drinks and talk about it...." His voice trails off.

Drinks?!?! she thinks to herself..Is he serious?? "Well, ok. That could work" she mumbles.

"Great!" he replies as the elevator opens. They enter together in an ackward silence. Arriving at her floor he says "I'll meet you in the lobby in say, 20 minutes?"

"See you then" is the timid reply. Natalies cheeks crimson, her pulse racing as she walks to her room. "What have I done?" She mumbles.
 
Adam strolled to his room, not wanting to appear too eager, altho his eyes betrayed his excitement.


He'd noticed her even before he'd seen her glancing at him. Careful, if surreptious, study had revealed something more creative below those business clothes.

He dried his hair and changed into a black dress tee that would look good with these pants, and subtly show off his chest.
 
In her room Natalie races through her clothes, looking for something a bit more sexy. Unfortunately, she prepared mostly for court, meetings and a special supper with the staff. Hardly complimentary clothing..

She settles for a long, straight line black skirt. Sleek and soft, with a slit up the side going a few inches up her thigh. Grabbing a dark green silky tank top and her lightweight black overcoat, she lays them out on the bed and heads to her drawer.

Grabbing a pair of black netted stockings, thigh highs to suit her secret fancy and her garter. Granted, he'd likely no be seeing it, but it always made her feel so much more sexy. She also grabs a pair of sheer black high-rise panties.

Stripping down to just her black lace bra she slides her panties on followed by her stockings. Her skirt quickly slid up her leg and fastened..adjusting the slit. The top of the stocking showing if she moved just enough.

Racing to the vanity she loosened her hair and let it fall on her nearly naked shoulders. Flipping her head upside down she brushed quickly, flinging her head back and watching it fall. Soft brown locks falling a bit down her back. Quickly fluffing the bangs and spraying lightly, she smiles at herself...a very nervous smile. Her toothbrush takes a quick trip through her mouth and a washcloth runs across her flushed cheeks.

"A little lipgloss" she whispers as she applies, "A little mascara, and I'm good to go."

Her tank top goes on quickly, tucking it in to her skirt then her jacket. Adjusting the hair over the back of the coat. Smiling at her reflection she thinks to herself "Calm, must remain calm" and heads for the door.
 
He'd gotten off the elevator and had just sat down in the bar to wait for her.

He was quite impressed when she came in and sat down next to him. He'd noticed she hadn't brought any of her files along, so, as she sat approached, he stood up. As she got closer, he leaned over and brushed her lips lightly, and quickly, wanting there to be no mistake about his feelings.

He wasn't certain, but her response told him he was right.

"You look great, " he said to her as they sat in a booth at the back. "So tell me about this case."

As he said that, he put his strong hands on her knee.

She slightly flinched, and said in a lightly mocking tone that failed to disguise her growing arousal "Barrister, are you always this forward with a colleague you've just met?"

He looked at her and smiled a smile that would have made George Clooney jealous.
 
Feeling her cheeks growing warm, Natalie reaches for her drink nervously. Taking a slow sip to calm her nerves, she stares off pretending to be distracted.

The attraction to Adam becoming more apparent to her, and likely to him as well. She could swear he feels the same tension between them, the same nervous desire. The question was, would it be worth it?

As colleagues, they faced challenges. Could they work together and not let the attraction be obvious? If things went well and they became intimate, could their professional relationship handle it? These and many other thoughts flooded Natalies mind. "don't get ahead of yourself Natalie." She thought to herself, "It's only a hand on the knee".

Looking down she sees her skirt has managed to slip and his hand has found a resting place on her stocking covered knee as opposed to the soft material of her skirt. The blush on her cheek reddens as she moves her eyes to his. Unable to find words, she reaches down and places her hand over his, giving a gentle squeeze and smiling sweetly.

"Would you like to talk of the case now?" She asks, "or....."
 
or....?" he replies, leaving it hanging in the air as he removes his hand.

All the time they have worked together, he suspected she had this in her, and now he wanted to see her flushed and aroused, he wanted to feel her need. He pushed it.

"Or we could order room service in the morning"
 
Blushing profusely she stammers "Not..what I meant..." Not that she was denying the thought had crossed her mind, but did she really want to rush into this?

Having been a while since her last relationship, or even sexual encounter, she found herself second guessing her desires.

Placing her hand over his she looks him in the eyes and smiles...
"Look, I will not deny I am very attracted to you. And yes, I find myself wondering what it would be like to wake with you..but I have to be honest...this is really fast for me. Let's enjoy our drinks and see where they lead."
 
They ordered drinks and an appetizer, and moved over to a table to talk.

He kept the focus on her, looking softly into her eyes, touching her lightly, asking her probing questions about the case, never once mentioning his earlier invitation, but also making it clear that the offer was going to be repeated, gently, at some point.

At one point, she seemed particularly stuck on one aspect of the case, and his questions helped her look at it in an entirely different way. Grateful, and letting her feelings win for a second, she leaned over and kissed him briefly.
 
Blushing she pulls away..uncertain of his reaction. After all, she had just turned him down. Would this be a mixed signal?

"I'm really appreciating your help." She whispers. Still only inches from his face. Smiling she finishes "I just wanted you to know that."

He reaches behind her head and pulls her in. Planting his lips on hers. A very gentle, sweet kiss that lasts. When he pulls away, he sees a deep blush and smile on her face.

"Now back to the case..." He stumbles over his words. "Did you bring any of it with you?"

"No, I'm afraid I did not."

"That does present a problem."

"It is all up in my room, if you don't mind, we could go up and go through it. I would much appreciate your help."

With that, they stand and head to the elevator...
 
She still smells nice, he thinks on the way up. They are standing close to each other, as the elevator is full. She seems distracted, and he puts his hand on her back to calm her breathing.

She smiles, weakly, but her eyes glitter and her cheeks are a little flushed.

They get to her floor, making their way thru the others on the elevator.

She opens the door and walks in before him, turning on the lights. He watches her pick up her briefcase and distractedly look for the specific notes she'd made.

He asks if she has any water, and when she doesn't he excuses himself to run down the hall and get some from the vending machine and some ice.

He knocks and she answers the door
 
Frantically she races to the closet when he leaves...This bra is killing me! she exclaims. She grabs a long, baggy old sweater from the closet. Stripping off the dress quickly, She lays it across a chair in the room. Next the bra. Unsnapping hurriedly, loving the release feeling as her breasts are able to move again. jiggling them and giving the nipples a quick pinch for fun..she goes to put it away.

A knock at the door indicates he is there...She tosses the bra across the room...hoping it reaches across the bed. She fails miserably. The bra lands on the bed, spread wide. Not having time..she throws the sweater over her and heads for the door.

Opening it, she sees him flush. The sweater falls just low enough to cover the top of her stockings..in her haste she did not put her shorts on, but hoped the sweater would be ok til she could excuse herself to grab them.

He walks in slowly....
 
...and sits down, noticing the bra on the bed and her apparent flush as she quickly tries to pull her sweater up and down at the same time.

He smiles as she excuses herself and pulls a pair of shorts out of her bag. She retreats to the bathroom and pulls her shorts on. She begins talking about a couple of specific points that are bothering her about the case, but her words spill out so quickly, he has to ask her to start again.

He leans back and takes a long sip of water, still convinced he's read her right, and also enjoying her discomfort and the mixed messages she has sent.
 
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Sitting herself on the edge of the bed, she starts again. Slower, but stumbling. Her mind wandering...thinking back to the kiss at the table.

After a few minutes of completely unsucessful attempts to discuss the case, He excuses himself to go to the bathroom.

More embarrassed than she is willing to admitt, she lays back on the bed, her sweater rising up and showing off her navel. The alcohol..it has to be the alcohol..she thinks to herself...

Speaking of which, I feel dizzy. She lays there...nerves and alcohol making her giddy. She starts to chuckle about the events of the evening..not even aware he has entered the room until he sits next to her, smiling down at her.
 
He smiles and watches her chuckle for a moment.

"What's so funny? he asks kindly, but he knows the answer already, or he thinks he does.

He leans over and kisses her gently on the cheek, and then gets off the bed and heads over towards the door.
 
She looks over toward the bed...puzzled...Realizing her shirt has slid up, she pushes it down a bit and lays there..waiting to see what he is doing.

"Adam?"
 
"Look Natalie, its been a long day. We've talked about the case about as much as we can, and while I want to get to know you better, I'm pretty sure you....don't trust your own feelings about me."


He paused and then moved towards the door, taking the handle.

"Good night Natalie, see you in court tomorrow."
 
Turning, puzzled by Natalie's silence, Adam sees she has dozed off. Laying there on the edge of the bed..her long legs dangling over the end..peacefully dozing.

In an attempt to help her, Adam walks over to her and tries to wake her. Touching her shoulder...she does not budge. Saying her name is unsuccessful too.

Kneeling in front of her, he removes her shoes and reaches up her thighs for the top of her stockings. Peeling each one off her leg, admiring the shape and feel as he goes. Depositing these items on the floor at the foot of the bed, he leans down and picks up his sleeping friend.
Gently he carries her to the head of the bed and lays her down. Unfortunately for him he loses his balance and almost falls on top of her.

Suddenly her arms wrap around him, and in her sleepy state she whispers "stay...." and holds him close.
 
It seemed like no time at all passed when the phone rang, it was her wake up call from the front desk. He felt her body as she reached over him to answer the phone.

As her breasts brushed against his chest, he felt a stirring, and evidently so did she, as after she put the phone down, she paused, smiling at him. She felt warm after a good nights sleep under the covers, he went to put his arms around her, when she popped up, and said "I'll be right back" and scurried off to the bathroom.

His mind was swirling, totally confused by this woman.
 
heading in to the bathroom, Natalie does a quick wash of her face and brushes her teeth. After a night of drinking, her breath had to be unbearable.

Besides that, she needed to collect herself. HOW had she ended up waking with him? Where had her stockings gone? How did she get in bed in the first place? the last thing she remembered was sitting on the edge of the bed. She was dressed, obviously they didn't....

Just the thought send shivers straight through her. How she had wanted his hands on her last night, despite her fears.

Feeling refreshed she heads back to the room. It's now or never..she decides.

She catches him just as he is standing. Walking quickly and deliberately to him she wraps her arms forcefully around his neck and pulls him in for a kiss. The pressure her body exerts on his unsteady stance ends up knocking him over. They land on the bed, him pinned beneath her...she slides a leg on either side of him and sits up a bit, smiling.

"You have no idea how long I have wanted to do this."

With that she quickly removes her sweater, dangling her breasts in front of him. She leans forward and reclaims his mouth with her own.
 
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