It was about 1997 when I had my first opportunity to travel for work. I went with two co-workers (one male, one female) to St. Louis for a training program. For some silly company reason, we had to travel TOGETHER the entire time, meeting at the airport, seated together, same cab, etc., all of that. When we checked into the hotel in early afternoon, their two rooms were ready but mine was not. What to do? My male co-worker "Tom" offered to let me store my bags in his room until my room was ready. So off we went to his room, now without our female coworker. We had some time to kill before dinner, so Tom and I decided to go to the hotel gym and work out ... together. Dressed in our workout clothes, we did some sets and even spotted each other on the bench press. Tom was very fit and I always thought he was sexy. But because we were co-workers, I never flirted with him; I knew he was gay and married.
After we got back to his room ... (was my room ready? we forgot to ask on our way back to his room...) ... he said, "I need to take a shower" and he went into the bathroom ... left the door open ... and I listened as he proceeded to take his shower ... with the door wide open. As I waited, I was thinking, "Is this some kind of test of my self-control?" Minutes later, he came out wrapped in his towel, and I did not get to see him naked, but only semi-naked. And he didn't get to see me naked; my room was ready soon after. The trip continued and nothing else like that happened.
But I remembered that moment.
A few years later, we were no longer co-workers; he had moved away. Unexpectedly, we ran into each other at someone's retirement party. The subtle flirting started at the party and continued as we exited together to go to the parking lot. At the edge of the parking lot, he made this move, "Do you need a ride to your car?" (I love that move, it's so transparent!) Of course, I said said yes, even though my car was only a few steps away. After we got into his car, he did not turn the ignition but we continued the conversation, and soon enough he put his hand on my knee. And then we were making out and groping each other, he was a great kisser.
Shortly after that, I met him in his hotel room for some sex, which was fun and kind of a fantasy come true. He was still married so it was only about the sex. We met several times for sex, always fun and not so much passionate as much as two buddies giving each other pleasure. We haven't hooked up in a while, but I still run into him from time to time and there is always mutual interest, and fond memories.
Within a few weeks of that, we met in his