When two coworkers are left to travel together for too long, ucking is inevitable

So I finally was asked to go on a work trip which has always been an ambition of mine. Who wouldn't want a free trip all covered for work? Let me tell you.. it is overrated. I don't think I had any free time to explore the city and I was pretty much always online or working the entire time.

I ended up travelling with a coworker of mine Lucas who I didn't know very well. We were on different teams and had only had a brief meeting prior to this trip to go over expectations and all of that. He was attractive but I wasn't attracted to him if that makes much sense. I never really saw coworkers in that way.

We arrive and night 1, we briefly go over some meeting notes and end the night early. Nothing too eventful. Day 2, we have a few meetings setup which meant travelling back and forth, calling ubers, ensuring our notes get sent back across to the team while also managing our prep for the next meeting. It was a hassle and I quickly realized what I was in for.. I remember looking out and seeing restaurants and cafes I wanted to stop by at but knowing I probably would have little to no time to do any of it.

By the end of day 2, we coordinated a dinner with a few people (for work) and that became it's own thing. Networking, talking about work and just very little time to myself. I don't know if it is fully portrayed here but I am very much an introvert and you could say that I was absolutely EXHAUSTED by the end of day 2.

When we finally ubered back to our hotel, I finally was able to talk to Lucas about something other than work and I realized he was actually an interesting and funny guy. We had a lot of similarities and honestly bonding over the shared trauma of work was really nice. Nothing happened for day 2 nor was I even thinking about it but we absolutely were a lot closer.

Day 3, it was similar. Meetings, lunches and an event at night. But during our ubers between those, we started to find more time to talk to each other rather than purely talking about work. Some of it was that we were a lot better practiced at what we needed to say but also we realized that preparation didn't necessarily help. It was kind of like diminishing returns.

But as we bounced around from meetings, to lunches to finally events, I realized that the conversation seemed flirty? Not necessarily explicit but we started joking more, very PG but suggestive comments and jokes were absolutely made. When we finally got through the final event, I asked if he wanted to grab drinks at the hotel bar before ending the night.

We talked more and in my eyes, it was clear there was something there between us. None of us explicitly said it but eye contact lingered a bit longer, we both laughed a little too hard at bad jokes and given how tired we were from this trip, a lot of our inhibitions were just thrown out the window. So when we finished drinks and we just went back to our rooms, I was definitely disappointed but my mind was racing. Part of me knew that it would be risky to just text him knowing he may shut me down, I may have actually been reading into things or maybe he'll report me. But having a few drinks, as tired as I was, the very smart and logical part of me clearly was not in the room with me.

So I texted him "Fuck?". He texted "room number?" and I texted my room back. He texted "5 minutes" and I quickly stripped down into my underwear, put on a bathrobe and did my best to clean myself up a bit. 5 minutes is not a long time and honestly it did help with the nerves of knowing whether what I did was right. I heard a knock and opened the door, let him come in and did my best at doing the sexy dropping the bathrobe, revealing what is underneath thing. I thought I looked sexy as fuck but as I type this.. it was awkward but it didn't matter. He pulled me close and we started making out.

He threw me onto the bed and pulled off my underwear and started to eat me out. His hands would venture up my body and play with my breasts before I'd pull his fingers up to my lips and started to tease him. Fuck did it feel good. The stress of the week started to disappear. I pulled his face towards me as we started to kiss, wrestling at his belt buckle to pull away everything and to pull out his cock. I stroked it mid kiss before pushing him onto the bed and positioning myself to take it all in my mouth. He groaned loudly which just made me want to work harder.

It wasn't long after until he said that he couldn't take it anymore and just pulled my lips off of him and threw me back onto the bed. He went to grab a condom and strip off his clothes while I stripped off my bra and laid completely ready for him. And he pushed himself in and at it we went. He fucked me hard as I wrapped my legs around him. We would try to kiss but it was difficult with how hard he just fucked me. To speak honestly, it wasn't the best I've ever had obviously but for everything that we went through, it was exactly what I needed. I could hear the bed rock back and forth and the rhythm of it all just causing the bed to slightly bump the wall. Within a few more minutes, I felt him start to speed up until he came and just collapsed onto me. We kissed more but weirdly just ended up laying on the bed laughing at what just happened.

We did our best to just talk about it all. When did we realize we were attracted to each other, why I even thought about texting him and what he was thinking about as he got ready to come here. He talked about how he thought about it but didn't know how to bring up asking me to come over and how he was thinking about suggesting a drink in his room. He also joked about how he was never going to do another one of these trips but this one moment might have him reconsidering as long as I'm on the trip too. I told him that it is almost a 0% chance we'd do this again unless we have another hellish week and this was all that we could look forward to. It was not romantic, the attraction was purely physical and I would describe this really as a stress reliever more than anything.

Boundaries were set, we weren't going to mention this ever again but he decided to stay in my room for the night and we fucked again in the morning just before having to head to the airport. So.. who knows at this point. It almost feels like fate is forcing us to go back on the road at some point this summer given the positive feedback we've received from all the people we've met and even though we have not spoken at all about any of this beyond just work specific things, I am very confident he's thinking about it too. And hell, there's a bit of a taboo about it that also makes this kind of sexy in it's own way.