Fever
Allan’s gaze made me feel like the most desirable woman on the planet. He told me I was beautiful and could have any man in the room, so he was grateful I was there with him. I had never felt sexier in my life. The way he looked at me made my lady bits flutter.

Innocent flirting during an IT conference somehow led to a night to remember. The first day of the event when Allan suggested our small group from Atlanta have dinner with him, I took it as a simple and kind gesture to make sure we appreciate his city. When he walked away, my coworker immediately said, “He was flirting with you,” I brushed off the notion, no, he’s just being nice.
The second day of the conference, another local attendee started an initiative for all the conference attendees to have dinner together. When I asked Allan during our first break if we were participating in the larger group dinner instead, he said he preferred a more intimate setting, but deferred to me. The break was over before we could work out any details, so I told him I would IM him my number and we would work out the details later. I sent him my cell number via Skype as soon as I got back to my seat. He text me a few minutes later and we worked out a plan for dinner. Whenever I save a contact in my iPhone, I like to add a photo and birthday. It is so frustrating to have hundreds of contacts in your phone and not know who half of them are. I swear it was 98% innocent when I asked Allan for those things. Yes, I was flirting a little bit, because he was hot; but I had no idea where that semi-innocent request would lead. Allan shared his birthday and said he would find an appropriate picture to send me soon. He included the year with his DOB, so I immediately started counting on my fingers our age difference; he was eight years younger than I. A second text came through just as I was processing the age gap, “If I show you mine, you have to show me yours,” with a winking emoji. And thus began the slippery slope to an evening of debauchery.
The overt flirtation got to me in a way I did not expect. Sure, dudes flirt with me all the time, but I have never once been intrigued enough to take the bait. My life partner and I have been together for five years, without even a thought of straying. Jake was definitely my 80% and I did not want to do anything to jeopardize our relationship or to hurt him; what we have is very special. As of late though, our sex life has been lacking and in true woman form, I introverted on that and thought it was because of me. Maybe he no longer found me desirable. This tall, handsome, blond haired, blue-eyed man actually flirting with me got to me. Allan had me seriously contemplating letting him have his way with my yearning body.
There are not many pictures of just me in my iPhone. Most were pictures with my friends or vacation photos with Jake. The last trip I took with girlfriends yielded a worthy photo; I sent it right away. Allan responded immediately, “Wow … very nice picture Sarah!!!” Then moments later another text came through, “That’s a really great picture, classy and fun. Where were you, what where you doing?”
The picture was taken a few months prior in Jamaica while celebrating my best friend’s 40th birthday, I shared. Afterward I sent him another picture with the entire squad. He responded, “I am trying to focus over here,” again with a winking emoji. “Are you all in ATL? I’ve heard things about the women of the ATL, but wow, now I see!”
“I’m still waiting on a picture of you Allan.”
“I am going to give you options on this pic … want you leaving satisfied and saying good things about St Louis… 😈”
If I had to mark a point when things really started to spiral, this was the moment for me. “Leaving satisfied,” a fainting GIF was my response, because I had no words. The rest of the day was a blur; I could not tell you one thing about the afternoon sessions. My thoughts were consumed with his sexiness and why I was so turned on by him. What made him different from others that had tried?
I was kicking myself when I got back to my hotel room, I had not one thing in my suitcase I would consider sexy. St Louis had never been a popping scene for me, so jeans and mom sweaters were all I had in my bag. Oh well, I had to work with what I had. I put on the V-neck sweater and jeans with holes; at least there would be hints of skin. While we were waiting in the lobby, I got another cute text from Allan, “You better sit next to me at dinner.”
When we arrived at the table, I noticed his subtle posturing to ensure we were seated next to one another. If he had not sent me that text, his antics would likely have gone unnoticed. Whenever the person next to me would talk, he would lean in as if he needed to be closer to hear her, but it was really just an excuse to touch me. We were behaving like school-aged teenagers. One of the guys at the table mentioned server racks and I got a text from Allan, “Speaking of racks, wow, that sweater highlights your amazing ‘rack.’” After dinner, while we all enjoyed our cocktails, subtleness went out the window; he started rubbing exposed skin through the holes in my distressed jeans. The next text came through, “Sarah, the holes in your jeans, the smoothness of your skin, it’s all driving me crazy.” The truth was, every time he touched me, a charge went through my body and landed with force in my nether regions. It was he who was driving me crazy. I thought that was really going to be it for the evening, but Allan definitely did not want the evening to end.
I got another text, “What’s next? Whole group or just you and I?”
The three gin drinks I had clearly shaped my response, “I like the sound of you and I.”
“Me too. We can meet at Bridge, the place you went to dinner last night, to start. But I do need to see the record player in your room that you were talking about earlier.”
“Sounds good.”
“This could be trouble tonight Sarah.”
“Indeed.”
I got in a different car than him, just to tease him. I waited until he committed to the first car before I made my move to the other. If Allan switched vehicles then, it would have raised attention. He looked so disappointed when I walked to the second vehicle.
“Smooth move; there may be consequences later 😜.”
Allan got to the bar before I did; he sent a text letting me know he was upstairs on the couch. That is when I was certain there would definitely be trouble. The server came right up the stairs behind me and took my drink order. We got through some basics of each other’s lives, before the server returned with my Spanish Rosé and disappeared just as quickly. I cannot recall what we were talking about at the time, but he interrupted me with an unexpected gesture.
“Wait, I gotta do this.” He leaned in and kissed me; it was so passionate, I nearly lost my breath.
“Mmmm, you are an amazing kisser.” He leaned back with a coy look, “Sorry I interrupted you, what were you saying?”
“I honestly can’t say, that was intense.”
We chatted for a bit more before I made my own bold move. Not sure what prompted me, but I reached over and undid the top two buttons of his shirt and slid my hand over his pecs. They were as hard as a rock. It was so unexpected; he clearly spends a lot of time working on that body. In between talking, there was lots of kissing and groping. I was beyond excited and extremely wet. When I shared my aroused state with him, he leaned over and whispered in my ear … “I’m going to go over to the stairwell and keep watch, I want you to dip your fingers in to your wetness, then let me have a taste.” Something about this man; without thought, I agreed. He stood and walked over to the stairs to have full view of the comings and goings of the entire restaurant. I slid my right hand in to my pants and rubbed the sticky wetness between my legs. He came back to the couch and I pushed my middle and index fingers in to his mouth. He devoured my sweetness and kissed me with a desire I have never felt before. Allan pushed me back on to the couch and eased between my legs, kissing me fanatically again. This man literally gave me fever; I was burning internally for him. The question looming, was I going to compromise my relationship and let him put out my fire? I pushed him up, in an effort to bring us both back to reality. We both had people in our lives who loved us deeply and our act of carnal indulgence would not be fair to either of them. When he sat up, I could see his full erection challenging his pants’ zipper. He is blessed, I thought. I guess he noticed my eyes glued to his manhood; he rubbed its full length and said, “You want to touch it don’t you?!” No words, I nodded up and down and reached out for his rock-hard dick. Touching his hardness, made my desire grow even more; I was so tempted to unzip his pants and take him in to mouth, but my conscience stopped me. I announced without warning, “I really should go, get back to my hotel.” Although I was only a couple of blocks away, he said “I understand; please let me drive you, it’s late.”
After Allan adjusted his hardness, we walked downstairs to the main part of the restaurant, and out the front door. Unexpectedly, he grabbed my hand as we walked to his car. That simple gesture, his touch, reignited the fire that was waning between my legs. He was so fucking sexy, in every way … mind, body, and spirit.
Thanks to the typical city layout and one- way streets, the driving route back to my hotel was not as direct as the walk would have been. Allan rubbed my thigh through one of the holes in my jeans and I watched his nature rise again; it was as if his penis had me in a trance. A small bit of pre-cum showing through his tan slacks caught my attention. I reached out and grabbed him again, firmly. It was not enough; I wanted to really feel him. I unzipped his pants and freed the beast. Commando, nice. In that moment, I felt compelled to take his manhood in to my mouth. I undid my seatbelt, leaned over, and licked his head first, circling around it, before attempting to take his entire dick on. I could feel his hardness pressing against my uvula at the back of my throat. A guttural moan escaped his lips. I figured I had better back off so we would not end up having a car accident. He mumbled fuck this, and made a hard right into a random parking garage, then found a secluded parking spot. I shyly asked what we were doing; he just looked at me with a sexy smile on his face. Damn his lips. I took him in to my mouth again, this time with focused intention. His head fell back as he yielded to the warm, wet sensation of my mouth. He pushed me up and back on to the passenger seat, while simultaneously lowering the seat all the way back. Not sure how he accomplished it, with his tall frame, but within seconds he was on top of me, grinding in to my pelvis. He lifted my sweater and removed my bra like a pro. He lusted over my full Ds before taking a nipple in to his mouth and grabbing the other breast with his hand. As he sucked and flicked my nipple with his tongue, he gazed up at me. It was so fucking hot. Allan inched up a bit, I pushed my breasts together, and he started titty fucking me. His dick was so long, I was able to suck his head whenever it peeked through the top of my caramel hued mounds on his upward thrust. After some intense body contact, I eventually pushed him away again.
“Allan, we can’t do this.”
“I just want to feel you, so bad.”
“We have to stop, this is wrong, on so many levels.”
“C’mon, just the tip,” he said and laughed aloud while using the seat to push himself off me. “But, you’re right, let me get back to your hotel.”
In my mind, I flipped him over, putting him in the seat and rode him hard, taking us both to oblivion. If I had on a dress, the evening likely would have ended differently. He shocked me by stroking himself to the point of orgasm after he eased back in to his seat. His eyes stayed locked on mine while he caressed his hardness and I watched with desire. When he released his load, I covered his head with my mouth and licked away his spilt seeds. He tasted sweet, like honey. I cleaned him up with some wipes from the back seat and we drove back to the hotel in silence, his long fingers caressing my thigh.
The next day at the conference, Allan was one of the presenters. Watching him at the podium was so distracting. The microphone was too low for his six-foot, four-inch frame, so he had to hunch over when speaking. It was Friday, so he had ditched the formal suit and tie apparel for a more casual look. Allan had on a light blue shirt, which brought out his eyes and navy-blue pants. Funny what you see, after you have seen. Now I noticed the subtle outline of his pecs pushing against his shirt and the contour of his package hiding just beneath his pants. All I could think about was his lips… him kissing me, biting me, and the taste of his sweet nectar. Suddenly it hit me, Tom Keen; he reminded me of Elizabeth’s husband on The Blacklist. Soft spoken, but assured and fine as hell! And that smile, mmmm. Being discrete was now a challenge; I am certain I lit up like a Christmas tree whenever he spoke. Thoughts of him coming back to my hotel room to finish what we started the night before consumed me. I wanted desperately to feel that beautiful penis of his inside of me. I had two hours before I had to leave for my flight to get back to Atlanta after the conference. I picked up my iPhone several times to text him to meet me at my hotel when we were done; but thought better of it. Maybe having the fantasy is better than reality.
I obsessed over him for the next few days, incessantly. My fantasies ranged from imagining him running in the street with some Marine short-shorts and no shirt on, to a weekend of nonstop sexcapades in some random location. I thought of just flying to St Louis without warning and telling him to come to my hotel to give me what I needed. Of course, the practical side of me thought of a million ways that could go wrong, so I squashed that notion almost as fast as it surfaced. Sadly, I have not had sex with Jake since my return; I cannot bring myself to, because I know I would be thinking of Allan. It was not until maybe a week later that being with him intimately, no longer consumed my thoughts. Wonder what my next trip to St Louis will entail.
