drusillas_rain

I've been reorganizing my story files and realized I'd never posted this. It was written last year.

Title: Potential
Author: drusillas_rain
Rating: NC-17
Genre: het, erotica, original fiction
Wordcount: 900 words
Excerpt: We linger for a moment, and I wonder if you sensed the same potential I did, but there isn’t anything to say, so we continue in opposite directions.



My day has barely begun, and I’m already tired and frustrated. The client is being very difficult, we’re having a lot of logistical issues, and I’m not looking forward to the next few days. Thankfully dinner will be served soon.

I’m seated at your table. I’ve been hired by your company to organize this conference, and am not part of your group, but I’m trying to be pleasant and social. It’s what I’m paid to do. I’ve been in this situation before, and I always find it intimidating to speak to strangers and pretend that I’m confident.

You’ve spoken to me throughout the evening though, and I can’t help but smile a lot. You’re a very nice distraction.

I only get 5 hours of sleep, and things are going very wrong. 20 information packages are missing, and we’re not sure if we somehow missed sending them, or if the courier screwed up. I’ve started smoking again.

You’re in my first class and we chat amiably. It’s raining and while the large tent is keeping us mostly dry, our feet are wet and we’re very cold.

You have beautiful eyes.

And legs.

I’m at the bar with my co-workers, having a martini after a nightmarish day. You’ve just played a round of tennis, and I can see your taut muscles. You tell me how much you’re enjoying the conference and how impressed you are that everything is going so smoothly (despite the weather earlier). The other girls are jealous that I know you.

We kiss in the elevator.

It’s needy and rushed; we’re worried someone will see us. Your lips are soft and pliant over my neck, and your hands are tangled in my hair. There is no need for words as I rub your hardness through your pants, and you push me up against the wall. The elevator door dings open and I ask the concierge if he can arrange for photocopying, since the conference centre is already closed.

There is a knock at my door and I find you standing there. You’re confused because you thought someone else was in that room number. But you smile as we talk. I ask you if you’re enjoying everything so far. You tell me that I’m the best part.

I say something about not being used to sleeping in an empty bed, and you shut the door behind you, taking your time to strip off your jacket and my blouse. You lead me to my bed and you’re very gentle as you take me. You’re on top and I wrap my legs around your hips. Moaning, I encourage you to go slowly, deeply. You kiss my neck and lick my nipples.

My cell phone rings as I’m trying to find new batteries for the bullhorn, and I find out that the package I couriered to arrive back at the office for 9:00 am has been lost. I open a new pack of cigarettes as my boss and I regroup.

I see you at dinner and we smile. There isn’t really much to say to a person you don’t know. The original “how are you enjoying the conference” question can only be asked so many times.

It’s after midnight and I’m still wandering the halls of the hotel, carrying a stack of class material. I’m running on caffeine and adrenaline. I see you and we recognize something in each other. We can feel a connection and you drag me into an empty meeting room.

You lean me over the table and lift my skirt up, sliding your hand between my thighs. You love how wet I am for you. You fuck me into oblivion and I am thankful for the release. My moans are muffled by your shirt, and I’m revelling in your strong hands grasping onto my hips. You keep a fast pace and hold me when we’re done. I open the door to the temporary site office and get back to work, as my co-workers and I bitch about our client.

It’s after 2:00 am, and I’ve just finished sending emails to the office. I miss my family. I think about my husband back home and smile fondly as I wonder whether he is able to find his keys without me in the morning. I hate having to set my alarm to 6:00 am.

It’s the last day of the conference, and I’m handing out the certificates to your group. I steal looks when I hope you’re not looking. Except, you’re never really looking.

My co-workers and I are almost ready to leave when I pass you in the crowded lobby. We say good-bye, nice to meet you, but I’ve said that to several other participants as well. I don’t think you even know my name. I know you have great fashion sense and are well-liked.

We linger for a moment, and I wonder if you sensed the same potential I did, but there isn’t anything to say, so we continue in opposite directions.

My home isn’t perfect. It’s covered in dog hair, and I can’t call housekeeping to bring me dinner. My husband is the same as he was before I left, except he has a cold, and we’re both a little cranky.

I turn off the lights and find myself thinking of you. But you’re not real.

Fin