“Yeah, okay, I just wish I knew what he was thinking. Although, if I knew that I’d never be in this mess in the first place.”
“So how’s this tape thing going to work?”
“Good question. I tried it on my own and it’s damn near impossible so you are going to have to tape me while I’m holding my girls up in the right spot.”
“Okay, let’s get this over with.”
I got myself situated and I was thinking a couple of strips along each side would do it. I couldn’t help but giggle as we were trying to figure this out, imagining someone walking in on us–me standing there in just my underwear holding my tits in the air while my best friend is stretching duct tape across them with a very serious look on her face.
“Naw, girl, you gotta go all across the bottom like this, see?” she said as she stuck a giant piece all along my rib cage. “Then once you put the bra on it’ll squeeze them up.”
“Um, ‘scuse me, ma’am, have you done this before?” I laughed. “You got a side business I don’t know about?”
“Just put the bra on, hooker. Let’s see ‘em!”
I got into my strapless bra and dress and damn if that didn’t work. They were up and out and standing at full attention. I was thinking maybe it was a little too much but she assured me that they were fine.
“You sure it’s not too much?”
“Hmm…”
She grabbed each boob and centered it better. “Nope, it’s good now.”
“Well, I’m going to call you TTT from now on,” I giggled. “Terrific Titty Taper.”
“You are stupid!”
Once we were all made up and taped up, we headed downstairs into the main foyer for cocktail hour. It became apparent as soon as we arrived and I scanned over the sea of blue suits that we were the only women who got really gussied up. Because of the inclement weather, most of the other women dressed like hobos, or at least much more warmly. I didn’t see Matt right away but my old branch manager came up and told me I looked magnificent in my dress so I was pleased about that. I hoped to get a similar reaction from Matt. He always knew just what to say.
Eventually we found our way to each other. He leaned in to kiss me on the cheek again and I just knew he was going to whisper something sweet in my ear but instead he just alerted me to an obnoxious broker I usually avoided standing nearby. He didn’t say a single word about my dress or appearance at all. Not a good sign, so I left him and decided to mingle with everyone else. I made sure to hug and kiss as many of them as possible if I caught him looking in my general direction. Jerk.
Brooke and I were both making our rounds when Matt circled back around to us and said, “Hey ladies, we’re going to go get us a table for dinner…” and waved at us to follow him, Parker, and Russo into the dining room.
When we entered the room there wasn’t another soul sitting in there yet, but we scooted around a table in the back. Brooke sat next to Parker, leaving the seat for me next to her, which of course was right next to Matt. Well played, my friend. Love that girl. I stared at him as if to say, “You okay with me right here?” and he just pulled out the chair and said, “Sit.”
So I sat. I hadn’t realized it, but when he pulled my chair out, he ended up pulling it closer to him. I was so used to having him pressed up next to me, that I honestly didn’t realize how noticeably close we were to each other until Brooke pointed it out much later. Most of the conversation was between me and Jeff, who was sitting on the other side of Matt, so we were sort of yapping right across him anyway.
I’m not sure how Jeff and I got on the subject of gays and lesbians, but Jeff was telling me he felt like a lot of women get tired of being treated like crap and “turn” that way after a few bad male relationships. I laughed and told him I knew of maybe one or two like that, but I was pretty sure it wasn’t the norm.
“Well, speaking of gay…” Jeff said, “Here’s a funny story… so one day, I was moving my furniture around in my office, right? I had taken my shirt and tie off because I didn’t want to get them all sweaty and dirty. So I finished moving my desk and I’m in my undershirt in Matt’s office chatting with him, getting ready to put my clothes back on. Well, he’s got this friend, Katya, who comes in to visit in the morning…”
Oh my God. I was going to die.
He continued on, “She was like his nanny or tutor or something when he adopted Ivan, right Matt? How old is she, Matt, like 25? Anyway… so she comes in around 7:15 or so a few mornings each week to have coffee with us…”
You don’t say, Jeff!
I glanced at Matt, the color had completely drained from his face and Jeff just kept talking and talking and talking. I thought I was going to pee my pants. This was SO exciting!
“Uh huh…” I said enthusiastically, egging him on to continue.
“So, she walks into his office and here I am with my fly half down, tucking in my shirt and buttoning myself. Boy, she had the most horrified look on her face like she had just walked in on us or something! She turned on her heel and ran away! It was soooo funny!”
“Well, I just bet it was!”
“I can’t imagine what she was thinking!”
“Oh, I can!” I replied. “But surely she knows you two aren’t gay!”
Oh, poor Matt. He must have been praying for a quick death through that entire conversation. And poor Jeff had no idea about any of it, not Katya and not me. I thought I handled myself very well, considering. I didn’t hit his leg, or elbow him in the side, or stab him even once with my fork. I just let him sit there and turn white as a ghost. Former nanny, eh? That’s classy.
Brooke and Parker were engrossed in conversation with Wiley and Judy Decker, one of our branch coordinators, who had joined the table, so Brooke missed the whole darned thing. She laughed her ass off later when I told her about it.
We all applauded as Matt stood up when he was called up to the stage to accept his award for having a record year. Judy Decker shot me a dirty look and pointed her finger at me and to his empty seat and said, “So, what’s going on here?” in a rather accusatory voice.
I looked at her perplexed and said, “Excuse me? What do you mean?”
“Why are you sitting here? You aren’t in their branch.”
Well neither are you, lady! I thought. After all, she worked out of Augusta. She had a reputation for being very, very serious. “Oh, no,” I explained, quickly grabbing Brooke by the arm. “I’m here with her. She’s my best friend…”
She looked confused for a minute, but then Wiley piped up and said “Yeah, Mal comes down to Atlanta to see her often. Plus, we’re her favorite branch… obviously.”
“OHHH,” she said. “Sorry, I had no idea you two even knew each other.”
For a moment there I thought we were in some major trouble.
When the servers brought the dinner plates around a bit later, I noticed a big old crab cake sitting dangerously close to my steak. Matt shot me a sideways glance and smiled as he leaned in. “Sweetie, take my steak and I’ll take your crab cake.”
“You can have my crab, but I don’t need two steaks.”
“Oh, you’re having the steak…” He could still make me crazy with that voice of his. It just oozed confidence.
“No, really, I don’t need it, here…” and I plopped the crab onto his plate.
“Well, you’re taking at least half.”
“Oh fine, whatever!” I laughed, rolling my eyes. I loved fighting with him over red meat. I looked up and saw Judy’s sourpuss face scowling at us once again.
After dinner, everyone normally went back to the main areas for more cocktails until they decided to run off to whatever bars or nightclubs they liked. But with the heavy snow, no one was going anywhere. Matt decided he didn’t care for the free drinks in the main foyer and wanted us all to come back with him over to Mia Francesca. But everyone else felt like it would be a little rude to just take off already, so we said we’d hang out and mingle there but would join him in an hour
or so.
I mainly talked to Chad and Jeff Russo again. I wasn’t very good about meeting people this year, I was just so distracted. Plus, it seemed like a lot of people left early or missed it altogether because of the weather. Jeff and I walked over to the restaurant where Matt was already sitting on one side of the L-shaped bar with some other broker. We grabbed the other side, which left me facing him to his right. Jeff and I were fast friends that night already, so we mostly sat there not even involving Matt in our conversation. Parker joined us and eventually Brooke did too. We squeezed them in on our side, leaving Matt basically by himself once the other guy left. Jeff was cracking me up with stories of where babies come from, because his third child was a big surprise to him. We sat there with our drinks and laughed like hyenas together for most of the night. I felt like it had to bother Matt a little. He didn’t look very happy, but I couldn’t be sure. It should have been him that I was laughing with. I wanted it to be him. Our eyes met only occasionally and I would just smile at him like I would any other stranger. Brooke told he was definitely staring at me when I was talking to Jeff, but it was probably just because my tits were staring back at him.
One of our Maryland brokers that I had never met before came up behind me to greet Jeff. He was polite enough and introduced himself to me as well, but I could literally feel his eyes looking down my dress the entire time. He was practically breathing all over them. He had his face completely turned toward me while his mouth was moving in conversation with Jeff. Once he walked away, I leaned over to Jeff.
“Dude, he was trying to look down my dress, wasn’t he?”
“Oh hell yeah he was! The entire time! I don’t think he even knew what was coming out of his mouth! Although, I can’t blame the guy! Even I’m over here like, “BrendaBrendaBrenda…”
That had me in stitches. As I leaned over to Jeff to tell him a secret, I definitely saw Matt watching me. “Jeff… Jeff… come here, I want to tell you something,” and he eagerly leaned his ear up to my mouth.
“They’re… taped.” I whispered.
“OH MY LORD!” This was one of his favorite expressions.
“Wait… Jeff… I want to tell you something else…”
“Yeah!?”
“She taped them!” and I pointed at Brooke.
“OH MY SWEET LORD!”
“You can call her TTT. Terrific Titty Taper!”
“BrendaBrendaBrendaBrendaBrenda…”
With that we both fell on the bar laughing hysterically. Brooke knew exactly what I had said. She started laughing too and whispered to Parker, filling him in, leaving Matt the only over there on the other side of the bar not in on the joke. Served him right. You could tell it was past our bedtime. We were all getting a little out of control and obnoxious, so it was probably good that the bar was getting ready to close down at midnight.
I hadn’t paid attention to how late it had gotten, and I was suddenly panicked when I realized that I may have missed my chance to be with Matt one more time. I had barely spoken to him all night. I looked at Brooke nervously like, “What now?” she mouthed back, “Text him!” As we all exited the bar together, I took the opportunity to send one right as he was walking in front of me toward the elevator.
No good night kiss?
I had no time for small talk. I needed to get right to the point. We all rode up in the same elevator, and Matt got out on the first floor, where the suites were. Brooke and I continued on to the second floor and as soon as I got in the door I had a reply.
Oh, just got msg! What room # are you?
219, but Brooke is here.
Ok. 186
2 minutes.
Yep.
I wondered if he could hear me squealing and jumping up and down on the floor above him. I was so excited, I ran into the bathroom to check my face and hair and was waving at Brooke, “See you in the morning!” on my way out the door when she suddenly yelled, “WAIT! YOU’RE STILL TAPED!!”
“OH SHIT! Now that would have been funny!”
I unzipped the top part of my dress, and she grabbed one end of the tape and ripped it off like the biggest, stickiest, most painful Band-Aid ever. I was sure when I got done screaming I was going to have a huge red welt across my chest. This plan was clearly not well thought out. I was pleasantly surprised to find that I had no lingering signs of it at all, however, other than my now very low-hanging deflated boobs. We both looked at each other and laughed. “Oh God, I’ll be lucky if he lets me in the room now!”
“He will definitely wonder what the hell happened to the boobs he saw in the elevator!”
I quickly ran out to grab an elevator. I should have figured out the room location first and taken the other set, because I must have been let off at the furthest possible point away from Room 186. I ended up breaking into a sprint down the twisty halls in those sparkly heels, so worried I was going to run into someone and have them ask me just what did I think I was doing on that floor. He had left the door cracked for me. Just like old times, I thought. This time, I did barge right in, practically out of breath, because no way was I spending one extra second out in there in the hall risking exposure.
He must have been sitting on the bed because he came running around the corner up to the door in his bare feet to greet me. It was hard to believe it had only been six days since I had last kissed those lips. It felt like another lifetime. He moved in quickly, placing his arms around me and scooping me up tightly against his chest. He stared into my eyes as if he was trying to read my mind before brushing across my lips tenderly, almost delicately; perhaps afraid I actually WAS going to bite him this time. But I welcomed them by kissing him back sweetly. He grabbed my face and gently teased my mouth open with his tongue and I accepted him, gasping on the inhale of his delicious breath once again. As our tongues circled slowly against each other, I wondered why it all had to be so hard when kissing him just seemed so simple and right. He released my mouth and still cupping my face, his eyes searched mine as he spoke.
“What are you doing here? God, I figured you hated me now!”
Well, that was sort of true. It’s a thin line. “Come on, Matt, you know I could never hate you.”
He kissed me again and then got that playful, boyish look in his eye. “Come here,” he exclaimed, grabbing me by the hand. “You gotta see this room! The bathroom is incredible!”
He whisked me around the corner to what was a pretty impressive bathroom, particularly for a hotel where the rooms were not known for being huge. He was in the middle of pointing out the double shower heads in the giant shower stall, but my eyes were fixated on the large sprawling counter. Oh yeah. That will do just fine. I propped myself right up on it, in fact, and declared, “This is ridiculous! Our bathroom counter is half this size and there are two of us up there. With makeup! Why would you possibly need a counter this big?”
“I know, right?” he chuckled.
I’m not sure he knew what I was getting at, but since he was standing right in front of me, I reached out my hand and pulled him directly between my legs as they dangled off the side of the vanity, kissing him very passionately again. As he kissed me back I began to undo his top button. As I was rounding the next one, he pulled back a bit surprised, and whispered, “Babe, I thought you just wanted a good night kiss…”
“Nope,” I said, pressing my face up against his chest and taking a big, hearty whiff. His delicious scent swirled all around me, feeding my already uncontrollable desire for him as I moved on to the next button. I noticed he wasn’t stopping me.
“I don’t understand…”
I couldn’t concentrate on anything but those buttons. “Matt, realistically, this is the last time we’re ever going to see each other, I just want to go out on a good note, you know?”
“Why would you even think that? We’ll still see each other…”
“No… we won’t. We can’t.”
“That’s not true, don’t say that,” his voice cracked and he seemed visibly shaken ab
out that as he touched my face. This was baffling to me after “the incident.” What did he expect? I wanted to ask, but I just kept my eye on the prize. At the last button, I pushed his shirt off, and rubbed my hands over his T-shirt as I kissed him again.
“We’ve planned on being together here for months… I still want that. I just want you one last time…”
“Are you sure about this?” he asked, very apprehensively. He probably expected a bullet to the head before an offer of sex from me.
“Oh God…” I sighed as I ran my hands underneath his shirt, a hot rush sweeping over my entire body. “More than anything,” I murmured, reaching down to undo his belt.
He closed his eyes and kissed me hard. “Well, in that case,” he announced as he stepped back, pulling off his T-shirt and pushing his pants and boxers down to the floor, “I think we should make love.” To my delight, his cautionary demeanor changed almost instantly as he returned to me, buck naked, his arousal now very apparent. He kissed me intently, and as I pulled him deeply into my mouth, he ran both of his hands up under my dress. He moved swiftly and deliberately up my thighs, pushing my panties to the side and caressing me between my legs with his fingers, feeling my undeniable response. I bucked against him and fell into his chest. Oh God, it was really going to happen. I moaned into his neck as he continued to touch me, but then he took my hand and nudged his head in the direction of the bed. “Come on, let’s go over here…”
“No baby…” I growled, clutching his arm. “I want you right here.”
Still fully clothed, I reached down and grabbed him hard by the cock. It had been so long since I had seen him naked; I hardly remembered how gorgeously thick he was. I stroked him several times but was completely overcome by my lust for him, and I plunged him right inside me before he could argue. The look of utter surprise on his face was priceless. I grasped both of his asscheeks in my hands and pulled him into me even more deeply, calling out his name as I wrapped my legs tightly around him, essentially trapping him. He paused so I could quickly adjust my position on the counter, placing my hands behind me for balance as he took the lead, grinding powerfully into me, making me want to scream with every forward drive, but I knew I had to keep it down.
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