You stand around waiting for ages and then two come along at once!
I've spent most of the day in bed, sleeping I hasten to add. We had our works chistmas party last night and I've felt like shit all day, partly due to the large amounts of free alcohol consumed well into the small hours of this morning, and partly because I'm not exactly feeling very proud of myself at this moment in time.
Let me take you back a week and set the scene. I was out with a group of friends for a meal at Nando's and then a few drinks at the Walkabout. I was sat next to my friend Adele on one side and Pete on my other. Petes a friend of a friend who I've met before although we'd never really spent any time together or any time to share a chat and get to know each other. He's quite a caring, warming personality, funny to talk too and intelligent with it, but he's not the sort of person who pretends to know everything about everything. I'd never considered any kind of romance , or that he was in any way interested in me, but we spent the night chatting, laughing and at times flirting with each other. We would be chatting about something and then burst out laughing and he'd put his hand on my leg or I'd rest my head on his shoulder. We were, according to the girlies, inseparable for much of the night, although I didnt think so at the time and I certainly hadnt gone out looking for anything that night, and especially not with Pete. I dont mean that in a rude way towards him, just that I wasnt expecting to 'meet' anyone from within my circle of friends. Anyway, we ended up in a club dancing the night away, and gradually, as the night went on, we were dancing more as a couple than as two people in a larger group.At one point he grabbed my hand and lead me to the dance floor, and it sent an unexpected shiver through my body. It was then that we shared a kiss, and in the heat of the moment i asked if he was going to escort me home. Well, he did, back to his, and we did. Have sex that is. Twice! It was nice, and we spent the morning snuggled in bed chatting and laughing before he suggested going to the pub for some lunch. I had a nice time with him, he's great company and the sex wasnt bad either. I got home about 3 and he texted me later to say he'd enjoyed it too and wouldnt mind going out with me again some time. I said yes, but he had his works do on the Friday and mine was yesterday so there would be little chance that week, but we agreed to meet up one night next week and go see the new Hobbit movie.
So why do I feel so shit. Well, our company usually puts on a great christmas party and this year we were at a hotel in Brighton. We got a coach down at lunchtime and checked into our rooms. I ended up with an executive suite on the top floor with a sea view, walk in shower and kingsize bed. What a waste of a good opportunity I chuckled to the girls in the bar that afternoon, as I know of at least two people that smuggled thier other halves in later on in the night. Anyway, being a large hotel, we werent the only company do taking place, and at one point i got talking to a fit looking guy at the bar who bought me a glass of champagne. He said he had seen me earlier in the afternoon and thought I was 'fit' too. Now dont get me wrong, I'm not the sort of girl who goes to hotel bars to pick up men, but there was just something about him that drew me in. He was tall, well built with blackish hair and light stubble. Every time I needed a top up I would stop and have a laugh and a chat with him and his mates. Maybe it was the alcohol, or too much christmas spirit, but as the disco ended i made a beeline to the bar with a few others and spent the next couple of hours drinking champagne and enjoying his company. By about 4am I was ready for bed, but I was also horny as hell, so when he offered to escort me up to my room my heart skipped a beat as I knew where this would end. All thoughts of Pete were erased from my mind as we ascended in the lift embraced in a passionate snog. He didnt dissappoint. Within minutes he had thrown me onto the bed and was working magic with his tongue and his fingers before slipping inside and pounding his way to an orgasmic climax. We did it twice more in various positions and finished off in the shower. I lay on the bed in post orgasmic bliss revelling in the moment, when he made his excuses, said he'd see me at breakfast and went back to his room. I dont know why I was surprised, but I never saw him at breakfast, nor any of the other guys he had been drinking with, just my mates who give me a bit of stick and then the third degree on what had happened. For all I know he could have left my room and gone home to his wife and kids, but I had no regrets. I wasn't going to go knocking on his door, mainly because i had no idea which room if any he was staying in. I know he was there on his companies do, thats a fact, and I know what the company was because i read it on the notice board in the foyey. I could have been the victim of spiking, but I wasnt. I knew exactly what I was doing. A single girl making the most of a great opportunity.Call me a slut if you must, but how many of you would jump at the same opportunity. So I got on the coach this morning, a little worse for wear, disappointed but not desperate.
I got back about one and went to bed, and now I've just woken up to a text from Pete hoping I had a good night and arranging to meet after work this Wednesday. Thats why I feel like shit.......
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