The story I am telling here is true, but I'm changing names, locations, and minor details because I don't want to give away anyone's real identity.
Chapter 1
I am 29 years old. I'm an aspiring actress, my ultimate goal is to be a series regular on a long running tv show. I was a theater major in college. I grew up in the midwest, and now live in Los Angeles as I pursue my dream. At this point, I do have a few credits to my name. I have played a small part in a few movies, I have had several parts in smaller series, but again, yet to be in a starring role. I have been in productions with some big name stars that I am sure you know. I've been in commercials for both TV and print. But despite my minor success, I am not currently making enough money to pay all the bills - rent in LA is expensive. So, for the past four years, I also have had a full time job with a non profit organization doing mostly fundraising projects and event planning. They are flexible with my schedule to allow me to work jobs that come available in pursuit of acting.
Every year, the org has an all-company meeting. The location changes from year to year. This tale starts with the meeting two years ago, which was held in New York City. The organization is fairly small, only about 200 people total and they are spread out all over the country, so it isn't often that most of us are in one place. The organization supports family issues, and 80% of the people that work there are women. When the all company get-together does happen, a little business gets done, but also a lot of, I'll call it "adult recreation"! Most of it is harmless fun, but girls will be girls and of course you always hear rumors!
On the final night of meetings, they had let everyone sign up for a planned activity. There were many to choose from. I don't know why, but for some reason they had the option of "Axe Throwing" which didn't seem like a good option considering it was mostly ladies, but I thought why not? I like to try new things. But you should know, I am not that big, I'm only 5-2 and about 110 pounds.
The people that signed up with my group all loaded a coach from the conference center to head to the event site. Only about 15 people were in our group. We piled in, mostly ladies, but also about 5 men. I knew most of the people. It was a short drive to the activity site and we unloaded. There were several lanes for throwing, kind of like bowling, and a bar. We had rented the place out. They had appetizers set up for us and an open bar. People took turns throwing. I wasn't very good at it. A few of the guys offered to "assist" me but I told them I preferred to do it myself, so they turned their attention to the other girls. One of the guys I didn't know very well, Peter, was actually the CTO of the group and in charge of all of technology for the org. He was in his late 40's I would guess. Tall and muscular with a thick beard. He really knew how to throw the axe, it almost wasn't surprising because if you put him in flannel and jeans, he would have looked like a lumberjack. He was fairly new to the company. I knew his name but had never met him. He wasn't my normal type, but I found him really sexy. He only threw it a few times, then left and hung at the bar, drinking what I think was scotch. He was making small talk with the female bartender, who seemed very interested in him, which made me jealous for no reason at all. I guess I had already decided that I was interested in him. I took a seat next to him and inserted myself into the conversation. The bartender took my drink order, and I just said "I'll have whatever he is having" and he glanced at me and smiled warmly.
"We haven't really met yet, I'm Alicia. I work on the events team."
"Ah that will be easy to remember. My daughter's name is Alicia. I am Peter from the technology division."
I extended my hand to shake his. My tiny hand disappeared in his palm, I wondered if his hand size was representative of anything else and was excited at the thought! The bartender returned with my drink, and we toasted. I noticed the wedding band on his ring finger, and was disappointed. I usually didn't mess around with married men.
He engaged me in conversation, and asked many questions about me. Before long he ordered another drink, and I did the same, determined to keep up. That was a bad idea. He seemed very interested in me. I told him about my acting. I hadn't been in anything he had seen. But I told him that in a few weeks, I was going to be shooting for a role in the third season of a popular series that was streaming.
"Oh really! I love that show. So will you be working with the same cast from the first two seasons?"
I told him I would. There were some big names, even though my part was pretty small, I knew I was going to have scenes with them. But because of my contract, I couldn't give him many details.
"Wow, that must feel really great! What an exciting opportunity, I am really happy for you, Alicia! I can't wait to watch and tell all of my friends about my brush with fame!"
His praise was the cross between fatherly and starstruck, but genuine. I was flattered.
Before long he had ordered another drink. I started to as well, but he cautioned me against it. He could tell I was already tipsy. Two really strong drinks for a girl my size was a lot. I don't drink much. Soon the event was over, the coach had returned, and we had the option of a ride back to the hotel, or continuing the evening on our own. I suggested some of us go out, but Peter declined.
"I'm going to head back. Don't want to get myself in any trouble."
I changed my mind, and decided i would head back too. Only four of us took the coach back. I was unsteady on my feet, and held on to Peter's arm as he helped me on the vehicle, I made my way to a seat at the back.
"I saved you a seat Peter."
He smiled, and sat next to me while we waited for the driver. I cozied up against him, feeling his taught muscular bicep against my cheek. I smiled and closed my eyes, evidently I passed out. He woke me a bit later. It couldn't have been too long, but his hand was gently caressing my back. I was groggy, and the alcohol was taking control.
"I think you drank too much. Let me help you inside, and we will find someone to take you to your room."
"You can take me."
I meant it in more ways than one. But he was a gentleman.
"I don't think that is a good idea, honey. We might give people the wrong impression."
"I don't care what people think. Help me to my room. 246."
The trip there was a blur. The next thing I knew we were inside. He had brought me a glass of water.
"Ok. It was great meeting you. Sleep well."
"No! Please don't leave! I need help getting ready for bed."
"That is a bad idea, honey, a terrible idea."
"I can't do it myself, I'm dizzy. Please help me."
He paused.
"Will you bring me my nightgown? It is on top of my suitcase."
He turned to see it, a thin, white, silk excuse for clothing. He brought it to me and set it on the bed next to me. I sat on the side of the bed, my legs dangling off. I struggled to loosen the straps on my shoes, so he helped. He knelt before me, I shivered, hoping I could keep him there. I had needs and he could fulfill them. I felt his rough hands against my toes. Any touch of his heightened my excitement. I quickly unbuttoned my blouse while he unfastened and removed my other shoe, quickly dropping it from my shoulders and removing the bra too. I have little in the way of tits, but I longed for him to give them attention.
He raised up and noticed me shirtless, and groaned a little sound. He quickly grabbed my nightgown, and managed to slide it over one arm, then the other then up over my head, covering me. I pouted, but I was going to keep trying.
I collapsed back onto the bed, and unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, thumbs into the waist, struggling to push them down.
"Help me with these."
"Another bad idea."
"Please, I might fall over if I stand."
I was trying anything to persuade him. I slid off the side of the bed, wobbly on my feet. I think his instinct kicked in, he reached an arm around me to steady me. I pushed my slacks down, and struggled to get back on the bed. He couldn't resist helping me. I felt his hand cup under my tight little ass, panties so wet that I'm sure he could tell. He effortlessly lifted me, and gently set me down. He kissed my forehead. I laid back, immediately spread my legs revealing total wetness of the fabric between my thighs. I felt his hand grasp mine, then his other hand beneath my calves. He turned me, laid my head on the pillows, and pulled the blanket over me, tucked me in, another quick kiss on my forehead, I struggled to move my lips to his, but he deftly avoided me.
"Goodnight, honey."
"No, Peter, I need you!"
I begged him to stay.
"That would be a bad idea if you were sober, honey, but it is a terrible idea right now. Get some rest."
He left. I couldn't take it. Before the door even fully closed behind him, my hand was in my panties, my head was spinning, and I was overcome.
Chapter 2
I rarely interacted with Peter. We would end up on email chains together, or occasionally in a meeting together, but never in person, and never alone. I hadn't forgotten about him, by any means, but fortunately didn't become obsessed with him. But I would be lying if I said I wasn't looking forward to the next all company gathering, even with it being a year out.
The film shooting for the show I was on went spectacularly. It took place over the course of 3 months, and I appeared in 8 of 12 episodes, including a scene with partial nudity including the handsome leading man.it was several months later, about 2 months before the next all company gathering when it aired. One morning, somewhat out of the blue, I got a message on our corporate chat app from Peter. It was just an emoji with bulging eyes. I responded with an emoji blushing, and mentioned I assumed he had seen my ‘special' episode.
He told me he was looking forward to catching up with his famous friend in Orlando at the next company meetup, but I had to tell him the disappointing news that I wasn't going to be able to make it due to shooting for an upcoming film. I could tell he was disappointed, but he still said that was great news because he knew it was good for the career I was really pursuing. He seemed genuinely happy for me and I truly appreciated it.
Ironically, the shooting for that film was put on hold because of the actors' strike in Hollywood, which meant at the last minute I would be able to make the company meeting for the full week. Being on the event planning team, I helped with transportation for the attendees, so I was able to see exactly when Peter was going to get to Orlando, and hatched a plan. I arranged my travel plans choosing a flight that arrived as close to the time he would as possible. I found a flight that arrived 40 minutes before his for myself, and it was on the same airline so it was more likely we would fly into the same terminal. I also reserved a room at the airport hotel for myself.
When the day finally came, everything worked out splendidly. I arrived in time to find his gate, and waited in the terminal until he arrived. When he walked off the plane, I almost didn't recognize him. He had shaved his beard much shorter. But I was standing by the jetway, and he noticed me immediately. He used my character name to address me though, as if he were some fanboy.
"Oh my God! Aren't you Ingrid Ford!?"
I almost melted, touched that he addressed me like that.
"Hi Peter! I thought I might surprise you!"
I approached him and hugged him. He set his bag down and returned the hug, I was surprised by the feel of him wrapped around me, even though I sensed it was platonic in nature. I was going to fix that.
"You sure did! I wondered if the strike might impact you."
"It did. I almost quit to focus full time on acting, but glad I didn't. I think we are both pretty early. We can't even check in at the hotel yet. Maybe I can buy you a drink."
"I can't wait to tell everyone that a famous actress once bought me a drink!"
I was going to give him a much better brush with fame than that. Fortunately we both didn't check a bag, so we wouldn't have to waste time.
"Come on, I know the perfect place."
I led him to the shuttle train that went to the hotel. I saw a look of confusion in his eyes when we didn't get out at the baggage claim and ground transportation stop. I led him out and into the hotel restaurant and found us a table by the bar.
"I have to make a quick call. Would you order me a drink? I'll have whatever you are having."
I struggled to maintain eye contact. He laughed nervously.
"I think we both know that is a bad idea."
"Don't embarrass me. I'll be right back."
I left my stuff, went to the lobby, and quickly checked in. I returned to the bar. The drinks were waiting.
"You're up to something."
"What makes you say that?"
"Because if you were going to make a call, your purse rang while you were away."
Busted. I tried to talk my way out of it.
"I used the lobby phone."
He stared at me. I took a big drink, I think it was Bourbon. He took a drink as well.
"Do you think Mrs. Peter would appreciate this trap?"
"I don't know, Is she good at sharing?"
"Actually, yes. But she is jealous too. It is an odd combination. When we watched your show together, and she saw your beautiful scene, I could tell she found you threatening."
"You told her about me?"
"Not everything. Just that I met a famous person and had a couple drinks with her."
I was beyond excited, and somewhat relieved.
"What do you think you will tell her this time?"
"I'm guessing many half-truths. She and I are both open-minded, but don't want to hear one another brag."
He took a big drink, and finished his glass.
"Check please."
We were to the room quickly. There were no seductive dances or rituals. I was stripping immediately, as was he. I had worn a black dress, a black thong, and a black bra. I kicked my shoes off and was down to my bra and panties within seconds. He surprised me, not leaving anything to my imagination, already fully naked, revealing a hairy chest and good muscle definition where it wasn't hairy. A nice cock protruding forward, pointing directly at me. I hesitated. He walked toward me, slowly. My heart was absolutely thumping, hard enough that when I looked down I could see my little nipples bouncing in time to the beat.
We were both silent. I quickly dropped my bra then pushed my panties down to a bunch at my feet. I was staring at his unit as he approached. It looked good across the room, but the closer he got, the better. I don't know if I misjudged it at first, or if it was continuing to grow.
He reached me and I threw my arms around his neck and jumped to him. I wrapped my legs around him, and he grabbed me effortlessly. Oh my God, he could rag doll me if he wanted. I wanted it, that's for sure. I just hoped that I didn't have to give him directions. Sometimes nice guys are too nice.
Peter was, how do I say it, special. He managed to show he really wanted to pleasure me, but was able to do it without being needy in the process. He understood my cues. He knew what I liked and could tell what I responded well to. Honestly, he didn't do anything wrong for me to react poorly to, but many have.
Before I knew it I was on my back, knees in the air, with two fingers up me and his beard tickling my kitty. He was a self sufficient pussy licking savant. He didn't ask what I wanted, or if I liked it, he just blew my mind. I grabbed his hair for something to hold on to, but I didn't need to guide him anywhere. I was going to cum, and quick. A combination loud exhale, groan and squeal with my thighs clamping on his ears while I made his forearm and face gooey with my nectar, how many ways could I show my appreciation? I didn't have to squirm away, he knew when to stop, slowly pulled his fingers away, tilting them upward directly onto my g-spot, causing my body to convulse. My mouth opened as I leaned forward, up on my elbows, and he stuffed his fingers in my mouth. I knew what he wanted too, I sucked them dry, licked his palm, wrist, forearm. I didn't spare a drop of my deliciousness.
A cheshire grin on his face, I prepared to Giv him the head job of his life, but as I started to move forward, he pushed me down with a flick of the rest. Who was this fucking guy? Thor? Yes I fucking loved that. He pounced on me, and effortlessly found his way in. He wrapped his hands under my back and gripped my shoulders, holding me in place while his thick muscle advanced. I felt so full. "YESSSS" I hissed. He pumped into me with perfect rhythm. I felt my insides warming, another wave of pleasure approached rapidly. My hands found there way between us, moved to my nipples and squeezed. We were both breathing heavily, but I lost control, again, cumming without a care in the world. He dismounted, pushed my hands away and took my left nipple in his mouth, between his teeth, sucking, then biting while squeezing the other.
He turned me over, again, with no effort. As if I were a sheet of paper. He lifted my hips, and I knew what was coming. He held me where he wanted and began pressing in, an accompanying wet and sloppy sound, and before I knew it I was seeing stars again. He reached forward, grabbed a handful of my blonde locks and pulled me back to him, his chest to my back while he continued to pump. He grabbed my hand and placed it between my legs, I was already cumming but he insisted that I touch myself. I went to the next level, no more sounds, just silent screams. I could feel myself tensing, then heard him groan. I reached down and gently grabbed his balls, feeling them tighten in my hand while he emptied in me. I fell forward and he slipped out, and it felt like a quart of fluid released from me.
He rolled me too my back, grabbed me by the upper arm and pulled my face close, dipping his cock into my mouth. I sucked on him for a few minutes, his seed was delicious. He looked at me and smiled. I giggled.
"Were you surprised to see me?"
"I was thinking about making up an excuse and staying home until the actors strike. I was hoping you would make it. I've been thinking about this for a year, and I have plenty more planned for you, honey."
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