It had only been a couple of months since she'd been in my office, talking about her product, but when I saw Carla in her booth at the conference, I wasn't expecting her to remember me. I figured that she saw a ton of people, one after another, but I guess a good salesperson is good because they remember names and faces. It was a pleasant surprise when she approached me later, said hello and asked how I'd been. We chatted for a bit before going our separate ways, though I was sure we'd see each other again at some point. I figured that was going to be during the conference itself but the next time we chatted was waiting for the elevator later that night. We had a pretty good rapport so I enjoyed the opportunity and we both laughed when we realized that we were on the same floor.
"Well, this is me," I said as we reached my room, "I'm sure I'll see you tomorrow."
"I'm just a few doors further down," she replied, "so I'd be shocked if we don't see each other."
"And now you know where to find me if you need anything," I said, which I just meant to be polite, like if she forgot to pack toothpaste or something.
With the door closed and locked behind me, I started getting ready for bed, changing into lounge pants and a t-shirt then doing my nightly ablutions. Of course I thought about her because it had been so pleasant talking to her and she was not hard on the eyes, with her red hair, green eyes and freckles. I didn't have a sense of her figure because I'd been so focused on the conversation but now I was wondering and thought I'd have to take a surreptitious peek over the next couple of days. As I was getting things ready for the next morning, I was surprised to hear a knock on my door. It crossed my mind that Carla was the only one who knew what room I was in but I didn't think there would really be any reason for her to be out there. I was surprised again as I looked through the peephole and that's exactly who was out there.
"Is everything alright?" I asked, once I'd opened the door and had stepped aside for her to come in if she was so inclined. She was and this time I did take note of her figure since she was only wearing a nightshirt and it didn't even reach her knees. It didn't seem as though she had anything on under it, either, and I guess it would be pretty silly if she did.
"I probably spent way too much time debating whether to come down here and knock on your door," she said, setting her phone down then sitting on the end of my bed, "but I was thinking that, since we've both got a few nights away from our home offices and coworkers and our regular daily lives, maybe what happens at the conference stays at the conference."
She looked up at me, hopefully, as if she was concerned that I'd say no and ask her to leave. Instead, I sat down next to her and leaned toward her as she did the same until our lips met. My cock was stiffening as we kissed, which she discovered when she grasped it while I was cupping her boob through her nightshirt. Her nipple was hard and her boobs were perfectly sized, not big and not small. I was content just fondling her boobs as we were making out until she reached into my lounge pants and extracted my stiff cock then began to gently pump it. At that point, I figured we were moving things forward so I dropped my hand from her boob to her thigh and slid it up under her nightshirt. She parted her legs as it approached her pussy then I felt a trim bush before easily slipping a finger into her pussy because she was so wet. She moaned even as we continued to make out so I was sliding my finger in and out for a bit before lightly caressing her clit. This actually caused her to pull her mouth from mine to let out a louder, longer moan before slipping her tongue back into my mouth.
We ended up reclining as we continued making out while she pumped my stiff cock and I alternated between sliding my finger in and out of her pussy and lightly caressing her clit. She was subtly gyrating her hips in rhythm with my stimulations but was also gradually starting to tense up. When she pulled her mouth from mine and pressed her face into my neck, I got the impression that she was already on the verge of cumming. She was still pumping my cock, which felt outstanding, but I wasn't quite getting there yet myself, maybe because I was more focused on pleasuring her than on the pleasure I was experiencing. Not that I didn't appreciate a smaller, softer hand pumping my cock, because it did feel pretty amazing, especially compared to my own hand, which my cock was obviously more familiar with. When she did stop pumping it, she also went briefly still and silent then abruptly cried out as her body started shaking.
I continued stimulating her pussy through her orgasm, though I don't know if this prolonged it or enhanced the pleasure, but whether it did or not, it appeared to be a long and highly pleasurable orgasm. When she went still and silent, letting out a long sigh, I slipped my finger out of her pussy and into my mouth, tasting her juices and confirming that I really wanted to devour her pussy. She had something else in mind. When she apparently realized that my cock was still in her hand, she resumed gently pumping it, making sure it was fully rigid again, then sat up.
"I need to feel this inside me," she said then released it and started to crawl up the bed. I turned in time to catch her freckled ass, and her pussy below it, no longer covered by her short nightshirt before she knelt while waiting for me. I moved up onto the bed on my knees, shuffling toward her with my cock sticking out straight in front of me. She briefly gripped it again while we were kissing some more then released it as she took my lounge pants down. After indicating for me to lie on my back, she straddled me and guided my stiff cock into her hot wet pussy, causing both of us to moan as it was engulfed. I reached around under her nightshirt to caress her bare ass as she began to slowly move up and down on my cock. Her pussy felt amazing and, based on the sounds she was making, my cock must have felt amazing to her, too.
