I finished a long, slow sip of Rebecca's beer, put the glass back in its place, and continued the conversation. It was typical convention banter with a typical convention crowd. Half of these people came to every conference. Some of them were good friends. Some were just looking to kill some time and pick up a free drink.
The other half, including Rebecca, was mostly made up of first-timers. She was in every one of my sessions today. She always sat in front in one of the aisle seats. She asked lots of questions and took lots of notes. It was obvious she was smart and eager to learn so it didn't surprise me when she pulled up a chair in the hotel bar, practically forcing her way into a spot next to me at the already crowded table.
Not that I minded. Rebecca was very attractive. Her hair was dark brown, shoulder length, I would guess, though it was pulled back in a ponytail. Her eyes were brown too, but they sparkled with energy and joy. She had a pretty smile on a face that was athletic, yet feminine.
The glass didn't stay put for long. While was I making some point about remaining customer-focused in a bottom-line world, Rebecca finished off the beer. Without speaking a word to one another, we cemented a deal for the evening.
Rebecca would say later that my drinking from her glass amounted to an invitation to share bodily fluids. I prefer to think of it as my best pick-up line ever. She could have said nothing or politely pointed out my "mistake" and ordered another beer. Instead, she eagerly agreed to my offer by drinking from the same cup.
The crowd dwindled until there were three of us. The third was a guy named Bob from somewhere in Texas. He thought he had a shot at bedding Rebecca. I already knew whose cock won the evening so it didn't bother me that he hung around until closing. It was mildly entertaining to hear his varied attempts to engage her in suggestive conversation. The highlight came when he pulled out his trusty "everything from Texas is bigger" line and Rebecca responded with "including the disappointments."
Undaunted, Texas Bob escorted Rebecca to the elevator. I trailed by a few steps. The door opened, Rebecca stepped in first. Bob quickly followed. I got on last.
Rebecca turned to me and asked which floor I was on. "Thirteen," I said. Bob laughed. "Unlucky thirteen," he said. "You know, many hotels don't even have a thirteenth floor. Too bad you got stuck on it here."
"I'm on thirteen," came Rebecca's reply.
It took every ounce of discipline for me to not tell Bob that my luck had already taken a turn for the good over a beer earlier in the evening. He was sure to be in one of my sessions tomorrow. There was no point in giving him anything negative to say about me.
Rebecca didn't bother to ask Bob which floor he was on. By the time he remembered to press "6," we were past it. Poor guy was going to have to watch Rebecca and I get off together. The elevator, that is.
The doors closed behind us and I started to ask Rebecca which floor she really was on, but I didn't get the chance. She playfully pushed me against the wall between the two elevators, grabbed my head with both of her hands, and laid an extremely long and passionate kiss on me.
The move took me by surprise. By the time I could regroup, I figured out that I didn't have to return the aggressive behavior quite yet. Initially, my arms came up defensively. There were still up and pressed against the wall even though Rebecca wasn't holding them there. They just kind of stayed in place with the tension of the moment. Slowly, I relaxed them and brought them down to Rebecca's hips.
Her tongue was still exploring my mouth, not quite as rapidly as at first. I pulled her a bit closer to me. That's when I realized she had a fine body underneath the jacket she was wearing. It was typical women's business wear, designed to make one of the girls at the office fit in with all of the boys at the office. Rebecca looked nice in it, but not necessarily sexy. Still, I felt her breasts against my chest much sooner than I expected as I pulled her close.
My cock was already getting hard but its growth was a bit limited because it was somewhat out of position. Rebecca was so close, I couldn't even move around to try and free this hard-on. I started to whisper, "I have to, uh."
Rebecca interrupted me. "Make an adjustment?" she asked. "Allow me."
Her left hand left its position on the side of my head and began its journey down my body. She stared into my eyes as the palm of her hand slid along my chest, around the outside of my leg, to my inner thigh, and toward my cock. In one continuous move, she got me pointing in the right direction. Her right hand pulled my head closer and the deep kissing began again. This time, her left hand stayed on my cock, pressing it with her palm and rubbing it through my pants.
I was stone hard at this point and Rebecca voiced her approval. "It's a bit thicker that I imagined."
"Imagined?" I asked. "When were you speculating on the size of my cock?"
"Oh, on and off for about three hours today. Sitting in the front row at your sessions gave me plenty of time to think about it." She continued palming my cock through my pants while talking. "I liked it when you walked past me during the Q and A. I liked it even better when you stopped right in front me to make a point. Your cock was right there, inches away. How I just wanted to reach over and pull it out."
I leaned down, kissed Rebecca once more, and then placed my hands on her shoulders. She buried her head into my chest. With a gentle pressure, I guided her down on her knees. As she went down, she lifted her eyes and looked into mine with great expectation. Her mouth opened as if to gasp, but she made no sound. I could already picture my cock disappearing between her lips.
What happened next was a bit unexpected. Instead of going for my belt of zipped, Rebecca started to nibble on my cock through my trousers. She started right in the middle, like eating a barbeque rib, but didn't quite get her mouth around it. So she tried again and got it right. "Mmmm. Much thicker than I thought," she said.
Then it was down to the base of my shaft. Little bites and nibbles until she located my balls. The next thing I felt was the warmth of her tongue. Through my pants! All I could think about was having that tongue licking my balls with no interference.
Being in a hurry, I started to unbuckle my belt but Rebecca stopped me. "Not yet," she said. "I want you to remember this when I'm sitting in the front row tomorrow."
And so it went on. A nibble on the tip of my cock. A hand reaching up and squeezing my balls. Another hand reaching behind me and squeezing my ass. The sound of a bell and the elevator door opening.
Then a voice, "Folks, this is hotel security." A short pause. "Get a room." And then the door closed.
It certainly wasn't top-of-mind that there might be surveillance cameras in the hallway. There were more pressing issues once we got off the elevator. But now that we knew, we had to stop, think, and make a decision. Do we go to the room or put on a show?
Rebecca spoke up. "Let's save this for a hotel where you aren't one of the featured speakers." Nice. She was sensual and sensible. I offered my hand, pulled her up and we headed to my room.
