I work in the PR department of a southern university. We have a media program here, for which we host a series of Women in Media lectures. These events draw their speakers from the ranks of women in broadcast media. My part in it is to arrange for the participants to travel to us and handle their accommodations. I have met some wonderful ladies who are competent and accomplished from all over the industry. My real weakness is the women of The Weather Channel. Can't explain why; they just turn me on. I've had the pleasure of working in my present capacity with a number of them. All have become friends, a few with some real long term benefits. Several of them are regulars, and will come out a couple times every year-we do the meetings quarterly-so I get to see some of them often, which I truly enjoy. I have a policy, that what happens at the college, stays at the college, something they have all come to appreciate. It's a kind of "don't ask, don't tell" situation, which allows the ladies their freedom to do whatever they might fancy while here, since they know I will never divulge any details. Since a few of the cougar age ladies like to sample the local college talent, it works out well.
Kelly Cass is one of my regular participants. We've known each other for almost 25 years, and look forward to these events so we can catch up and spend some quality time. I had Kelly lined up for one of the lectures several years back as part of the orientation program, to take place in late summer. Seeing Kelly is a treat, and we always wind up spending a night or two together. So it was with disappointment that I took a call from Kelly to cancel, as there was a scheduling conflict that she could not avoid. Kelly, always on the ball, had recruited one of TWC's newer on camera meteorologists, Crystal Egger, to stand in for her. I had met Crystal on a number of occasions in Atlanta on my periodic trips east, but we had not really worked together. I recalled her as engaging and had good stage presence, as well as being really telegenic. She'd worked in news as well as weather, thus was well rounded in media. I knew she'd be a good choice to inspire budding young TV and radio journalists.
I made arrangements with Crystal to come out, and gave her the flight info, telling her I'd meet her at the airport. The day came, and I was there to meet Crystal. She was wearing a light blue sun dress with a deep V neck, showing a little cleavage as she came down the stairs. The hem was just below mid thigh, showing off her shapely legs. She greeted me with a hug, something I did not expect as we were not that close, but welcome nonetheless. We went to get her suitcase off the carousel, both of us reaching for it at the same time. I was standing to her left, the bag coming to us from her side. As she leaned over, I could see a good view of the side of her right breast. Crystal is not generously endowed, though she has a nice shape to her, but it seemed as if she were going to fall out of her dress. I wondered if she was wearing a bra. It would be easy for her to go without one. I watched more closely as we left the airport, and I could see Crystal definitely had a bounce to her, one I knew I would enjoy. We chatted about the next day's planned events as we walked, and we were soon at my car. I loaded in Crystal's bags and headed for the hotel.
What should have been a simple check in turned into a mess. The hotel had not booked the room, and after some discussion, it was apparent there would not be a room for her. Crystal was not pleased about this development, nor was I. I suggested to Crystal she could stay at my home, since I have three bedrooms, and there is plenty of space. She could have the guest bedroom if she chose. After some thought, Crystal agreed, though she did so on the condition that her husband would not know. I assured her that he would never find out, since I never give out the details of what anyone does while they're here.
"I've heard some pretty good stories from some of the girls who came out to these conferences," said Crystal, looking at me quizzically. "When I said I was coming here for this, they told me of some pretty wild times," she said, her big eyes now with a gleam.
"You won't hear any stories from me,' I said, laughing. "I don't know what they told you, but I have a strict 'don't ask, don't tell' approach when it comes to what anyone does here. It works out better for everyone that way. Why, who was telling you stuff??"
"Kelly, Kim, Nicole Mitchell, Samantha Mohr, a few others. Some of the stories were pretty hot," said Crystal, looking at me as if I would give in and share some myself.
"Well, I'm sure they had their fun," I said, not ready to let on what I knew, or that I had bedded all of them when they came to speak at the college.
We went to dinner, a local place that had some good steaks and seafood, and spent most of the time getting to know each other better, along with some prep for the next day. Afterward, I took Crystal for ice cream.
"I haven't had anyone take me for ice cream in forever," said Crystal. "I mean, I take my daughter now and then, but I don't think I've had one on my own in a year."
I laughed. "Ya gotta have a little fun now and then," I said, taking Crystal's hand across the table. "Sometimes you have to take care of yourself too. I know many of us spend a lot of our time taking care of others, and that's good, but you need a little 'me' time." She smiled at me, giving me a look that said she might be interested in a little more 'me' time, but was struggling with a newfound desire and how it squared up against the rest of her life. She played with her wedding set absentmindedly as we talked.
We went back to my house, where we had a glass of wine as we finished our work for the morning's lecture. Afterwards, I showed her the guest bedroom and helped set it up for her, showing her where extra linens were, and what was where in the adjoining bath, as well as explaining some of the quirks of the plumbing. I finished up by saying if she needed anything, just ask, I'd be happy to get her anything she needed. We said our goodnight, and I left her, going back to my master suite at the end of the hall. Crystal had given me a quick kiss, surprising me, since while she had seemed attracted, she was not flirty. I didn't want to make her uncomfortable by making an obvious play for her, so I didn't offer her to stay in my bed, though I would have been happy to have her. I figured she was already struggling with staying at my place, rather than the hotel, and obviously was worried about how her husband would feel about it, so it was better that she make the decision to come to me on her own.
I went back and got ready for bed. I was in the shower, when I heard the bathroom door open. A moment later, there was a tall shadow at the frosted shower door, then it opened. There was Crystal standing in the doorway, not a stitch on her. I looked her up and down, taking in her shapely tits, narrow waist, and the blonde patch that barely concealed the growing gap between her legs.
"Mind if I join you??" she said softly.
"By all means," I said, taking her hand and helping her over the threshold. She got in and immediately kissed me, a long deep kiss that was full of desire.
"To what do I owe this welcome visit??" I asked.
"Welllll..." Crystal was hesitant.
"Go ahead, you can tell me anything," I said.
"Some of the other girls said that you were really nice to them when they were here, and now that I've had some time with you, I see what they mean. They also told me that when they come out here, they'll spend the night with you." Crystal smiled as she looked at me, a gleam of anticipation in her eyes.
