a different night away part 2 Kays story

KAY’S STORY

Harry and I work together, he’s in his late 40’s which is nearly twice my age (23) but he keeps himself in pretty good trim and is not bad looking for his age. He has a lovely pert arse that I’m often tempted to grab but daren’t as I don’t know how he’ll react.
We both have to attend meetings every couple of months which mean an overnight stay.

He’s a real gent when we’re away but at work he is often taking the piss out of me. Calling fat lump & stuff like that even though I’m pretty thin. People think I’m anorexic. I know I’m thin and I guess I’m a bit fanatical about my weight but then again what girl isn’t.

I’m often a bit cheeky with him and sometime purposefully flirtatious. But he has never reacted so I assumed he didn’t fancy me. I often ask him about his sex life. I know he’s not married (divorced) and I suspect he’s had a fling with at least one woman at work but he gives nothing away. I quite admire his discretion, all the blokes I know would be bragging about any woman they had.

On more than on occasion when we’ve been away I’ve got a bit tipsy and been tempted to kiss him, just to see what it’s like (he has a moustache) but never had the courage.

This last time, I had quite a bit too much to drink and by the time I got back to the hotel I was feeling decidedly queasy and unsteady on my feet. I knew I needed to throw up. I have an amazing ability to sober up almost instantly when I’ve chucked up.
Harry was a real gent, he helped me back to my room. As I couldn’t get the key in the lock, Harry took it and opened the door. I had no chance to say thanks as I dashed for the bathroom and got rid of the booze and sadly the remnants of what had been a lovely meal.. Oh god I hate being sick but felt much better after

I washed out my mouth and rinsed with mouthwash then went back into my bedroom. What a shock. Harry was still there. He was offering some sensible suggestions about drink water when I noticed my trousers I was wearing were wet and stained. I guess I marked them while kneeling over the bowl.
I was planning to wear them at the meeting next day and didn’t know what to do. Harry was his usual helpful self. He offered to try to clean them.
I when back into the bathroom to take them off. I was tipsy but no way out of control. I thought I’d have some fun. So I took off my trousers then walked back into the bedroom, in just in my panties (thank goodness I’d put clean one on before we went out)

Harry face was a picture. I could see he noticed, but said nothing. He took my trousers off me and went into the bathroom to try to clean them.
While he was doing my trousers, my phone rang. It was my boyfriend ringing to say goodnight. I had a difficult call, working hard to make sure I didn’t sound drunk. I think I got away with it. I was also nervous that Harry would come out while I was on the phone. As it happened he walked out of the bathroom just as I said my last goodnight and turned off the phone.

Harry put my trousers in the trouser press and assured me they would be dry by morning. I explained about the difficult call and he made some comment about if Craig could see me that he might be shocked.

Oh hell, I was tipsy away from home, and wanted to have some fun. I wasn’t sure how far I (or he) would go, but it would be exciting to see.
“Why would he be shocked” I asked “what’s wrong with me?” I got of the bed and did my best pose in front of the mirror making sure he could see my panties. Which is what he told me he meant. (Oh goody he noticed) I told him “it will have to be our secret”

I asked him what he thought and he made it clear he liked what he saw. That made be feel even more determined to see how far I could push him.

I asked why he was always mocking me at work then, calling me fat and stuff. He told me it was because he wasn’t sure how I would take it and that it might cause problems if he said nice things. Then he said one of the nicest things. “I’ve often want to hug you when your feeling down” he said. I was really taken with that.

I asked him to give me a hug and as usual he acted like the thoughtful person he is. Saying” I don’t want to take advantage of you in your condition” I assured him I was tipsy but in full control.

I stood in front of him, shaking in excitement as he put his arms round me and gave me a gentle but firm hug. Stroking my shoulders, I rested my head on his chest. Boy it felt good. I told him how it made me feel much better after being sick and that, helping me out. And I now knew I wanted more, but not sure how much or how he would respond. I had often wondered what he would be like to kiss being older and that as well as having a moustache. I’d kissed rough shaven boys before but not one with a lip of hair. So I thought why not?

I thanked him for helping me out and if he was a friend would he do something else for me.
He hesitated but agreed and I told him I wanted a kiss!