I’ve been a freelancer off and on for my entire working career, which means that I work weekends.    But it’s always nice when your co-worker is on the same schedule and you can mix business with pleasure.  Especially when it’s a four-day weekend.

The attraction between me and #42 was instantaneous.  We saw each other and the moment he spoke, with that slightly southern drawl, I knew he was fuckable.  Couple that with his floppy curly hair and perfect smile, he had earned enough points to spend a little time in my pants.

Even with his happy go lucky energy, #42 was a little shy, and it took a few drinks until he was comfortable with my hand on his thigh.  We were working so even though we were in a bar, we had to maintain some decorum.   But the minute we got in my car, all bets were off.  Unfortunately, all he wanted to do was visit second base and when I got back to my room, I was forced to take care of myself.

On Day Two, I invited him to my hotel room and he dove between my legs.  He was quite the swimmer and I was very happy.   But I need some substance to my orgasms and grabbed at his pants, trying to get them off.   But he backed away and continued with what he was doing.   I questioned his reasoning, but decided to lay back and enjoy.  Besides, there were two more days.

On Day Three #42 let me take off his pants.  I was relieved that it was a happy medium and pulled him close to me.  He slid in for half a second, but wouldn’t stay there.  This was maddening, but I figured being teased was part of the fun.

On Day Four he bought a box of condoms and we used three of them.  The sex was fun and sweaty.   We fucked around for hours and in the morning, when he woke up next to me, we did it again.  It was worth the wait for sure.  I was sad when we had to part ways, but ended up running into him a few years later.  By that time I’d moved on, but those four days made for a happy memory.

Moral of the story, some things are worth the wait.