Eric sighed as he made his way through the convention center. He hated these trade shows. It was nothing but the same bunch of assholes year after year. No one was interested in buying their product; they just wanted money to promote it. This year surely wasn't going to be any different. It was going to be a long three days.
Eric arrived at the booth location and went to work getting things arranged. He was just finishing up as the doors opened and the flood of people poured in. "Well, here we go," Eric murmured as he took a deep breath and turned on his fake smile. "Let get this shit over with!"
Scores of people wandered by the booth. "At least he got us a good spot this year," he mumbled under his breath. The booth was positioned two spaces from the end of the row, near the main entrance. The only restrooms in the facility were directly at the end of their row as well. Nearly everyone who attended would eventually walk by them.
Eric stayed busy exchanging pleasantries with a handful of people he had met at past shows and greeting potential customers. Some time had passed before he finally got a chance to take a break. Eric took a minute to grab a drink of water. He glanced at his watch. Noon. "So that's why the action slowed," he thought to himself. A fair amount of the show attendees were now storming the food court for lunch. Eric took advantage of the slow time to recover the display. He knelt to retrieve a few more catalogues from under the table to replenish the depleted supply. As he fumbled through the boxes, he caught a whiff of an intoxicating perfume. He managed to catch a quick glimpse of the source as it disappeared around the corner. "Fuck," he thought, "that might have had potential!" He quickly stepped away from the booth to peer around the corner in hopes of seeing what he hoped wasn't a mirage brought on by the boredom of the show...but it was gone.
Eric returned to the booth to finish what he was doing. There it was again - that smell! He quickly stood up hoping to catch more than just a glimpse this time. Luckily for Eric, she had stopped a few booths down the aisle. Eric slyly moved into the aisle to get a better look before she disappeared again. Much to his delight, Eric noticed she appeared to be wearing the clothing that was on display at the booth. "Must be a model from the convention center," Eric murmured. He tried not to be too obvious with his staring as he tried to get a better look. Fortunately, because of his booth position, it wouldn't look too out of the norm for him to be standing in the aisle looking her direction.
She was an attractive looking young lady. She appeared to be in her early twenty's. Her platinum blonde hair fell to just above her shoulders. She had the front pulled back and held into place with a barrette. She was wearing a skin tight, baby blue tennis shirt and a short white tennis skirt. Her legs seemed to go on forever, accentuated by the platform strappy sandals she was wearing. Eric felt a stirring in his pants. "I'd love to have those legs wrapped around me," he thought as his eyes made their way back up her slim body.
"Eric!"
Eric jumped and quickly snapped back from his fantasy world. He quickly recognized the voice. It was Max, his favorite bartender.
"Max! How the fuck are you, you old son of a bitch!" he exclaimed has he gave his old friend a hug.
"I'm doing well. How's that lovely wife of yours? Just as fiery as ever I assume?" Max said with a chuckle.
"Tess is well, thanks. Wow, it's been a couple years!"
"It has. I was beginning to think you dropped off the plant!"
"No," Eric laughed, "I just needed a break from this shit for a while. But I guess I drew the short straw this time, so here I am!"
As Eric and Max chatted, his nostrils were once again filled with the intoxicating scent of the blonde down the aisle. He nonchalantly turned to see where she was - she had to be close. Close she was. She was right beside him. Their eyes locked as she strolled by. She had the most beautiful brown eyes. Her smoky eye shadow and long mascara covered lashes really set them off. Eric blushed as she flashed him a smile. Busted! He quickly turned back to the conversation with Max, trying to keep an eye on her as she walked down the remainder of the aisle, her tiny skirt bouncing as she strolled away. She turned at the end of the aisle and as she did, she cast a look Eric's direction. She again smiled when she noticed him peering around Max. "Damn it," Eric thought "that's twice!"
Eric and Max took some time to catch up. Max had quit bartending, retired really, and decided to follow his passion for the outdoors. He was working as a guide on a local stream, and was at the expo looking for new gadgets to try.
It was good to see his old friend. He had missed their "counseling sessions". After making plans to get together for a bite to eat after the show, Max went on his way. As he disappeared around the corner, Eric again focused his attention the other direction. He hadn't seen the young blonde return, but there she was, greeting people as they walked by, trying to draw them into the booth. She was attracting a lot of attention, but it was mostly men, both young and old, who were stopping for pictures. "Assholes," Eric mumbled.
His attention was quickly shifted back to what he was there for as traffic by the booth again started to pick up. It was the after lunch rush.
The afternoon went by quickly and the expo closed for the night. Eric tried to keep an eye on his "neighbor" down the row, but she was quickly lost in the crowd of people heading for the exit.
Eric sighed. Hopefully she would return tomorrow. The second day was typically slower than the first and would surely drag on without something to keep him occupied. Eric secured the display and headed for the main entrance to catch a cab.
The cab ride was long and excruciatingly painful. Traffic leaving the convention center was a nightmare. He looked at his watch. It was already 6:00 p.m. There was no way he was going to make his dinner meeting with Max. He called Max to tell him he would be late and that instead of meeting at the hotel, as planned, he would have the cab driver drop him off at the restaurant. Knowing it was surely going to be a long night with Max, he decided it would be best to call Tess and fill her in on his plans. Tess's phone went to voice mail. "Must still be in her meeting," Eric thought as he hung up.
His phone buzzed. It was a text from Tess - "Can't talk now. Head out to dinner with Sam :-)"
"Ok," he replied. "Going to have a late nite with Max. Call u tomorrow"
"Behave! :-)" Tess replied.
"Always do, LOL. U still ok with our agreement?" he typed back.
Their "agreement". There was no immediate response. Eric heart raced and he swallowed hard in anticipation. He couldn't believe he had actually brought up the "agreement". Their "agreement" hadn't crossed his mind in many months, but he couldn't help himself. It had been some time since their first encounter with Samantha, but it opened a new door for them. It was not uncommon for the three of them to spend the night together. The sexual energy between them was phenomenal.
Eric and Tess had multiple discussions about their love life. At that time, Eric had been traveling a lot and rarely had time to spend with his wife. With the addition of Samantha into their lives, Eric knew Tess was well cared for while he was gone. He loved hearing of their escapades while he was out of town. But for Tess, something was missing. She wanted to make sure Eric himself was taken care of while he was away. She didn't feel right having Samantha to take care of her while Eric was left to suffer while he was on the road. She knew he had needs and it turned her on to think of him with another woman. She had some of her best orgasms fingering herself as she watched him fuck Samantha. But she wanted him to have more.
That yearning for Eric to enjoy himself eventually led to their "agreement". Tess wanted Eric to enjoy himself, but only as long as he had her approval beforehand, which would require Eric to send her a picture of his fling. Eric was always shy and awkward around women. He still wasn't sure how he had landed his wife, but it was exactly that which reeled her in. To Eric, the whole process of the "agreement" seemed to be more trouble than what it was worth, so he never actually acted on it, although there were plenty of times he had thought about it.
Eric's mind wondered and he fidgeted in the back of the cab. Had Tess forgotten about the "agreement"?
"That will be $45, sir," the cabbie said snapping him back to reality as they pulled up to the restaurant where he was meeting Max.
