It had been a long conference. Three days of group meetings, side meetings, after dinner planning meetings...I just wanted to sleep and head back to San Francisco the following morning.
But there was one more afternoon session and I was playing host.
My hotel suite was buzzing with catering staff bringing drinks and snacks for the dozen or so people who would attend. I was moving between the bedroom and sitting area making sure everything was put away and organized. Diane, the director, had arrived early. She was wearing that flowered-print jersey dress I always liked to see her in. The chair was low to the ground and her knees were pointed towards the middle of the room. I kept glancing in her direction, watching the hem of the dress slip further above her knee as she distractedly looked over her notes or spoke to the busy hotel staff.
"I'll be glad when this is over," she said to me. "This has been a long meeting."
"I know what you mean," I said, straightening magazines on the credenza. "Do you think we'll need a laptop set up."
"Now that you mention it, that would be a good idea," she said.
"No problem, I've got one in the back room. Be right back."
I hurried into the bedroom, unplugged the Dell adapter and snapped up the computer. I could hear other people arriving. Sweeping back into the meeting area, I glanced around for an electrical outlet. There was one towards the head of the table where Diane would stand to speak. Perfect.
She was caught up in conversation with some of the other company team members. My eyes were on the hem of that airy, clingy dress. I watched her knees part just a bit. Then a bit more. Hmm...maybe I should find a reason to move closer, I thought.
Turns out I didn't have to.
"William, will know," I heard her say. Hearing my name I was alert to something she might need. She looked my way with a smile. The knees were fully parted when I walked in her direction. The light was just right. There were no panties. A mild dusting of pubic hair radiated from a shadowy vertical cleft revealing itself to me as I came closer still. I wondered if other people were stunned by this remarkable vision. But it didn't matter who was watching. What a gift to the room, I thought. Her smile was still there as I knelt down next to the chair.
She slid her knees in my direction, messing with the papers in her lap. She made no effort to hide as my eyes glanced back and forth between her legs and her pretty smile. Soft finery was easily in view, easily within reach. My heart was pounding.
"What can I do for you," I asked.
"I need to rest," she said. "I can't do this meeting. Can you run things for me or find somebody else to facilitate?"
"Sure I can," I said. "Are you leaving, or is there something I can get for you here?"
"I don't want to leave. I just don't want to lead. Let me lie down in the back room for a few minutes. I'll be ok if I rest for a few and if somebody else runs the group."
I stood up and offered my hand. "Right this way," I said.
She gave over the stack of papers and pushed herself out of the chair. Carrying the paper bundle, I walked through the door to the bedroom with her following. My efforts to tidy the suite had been worthwhile. The director was touring the entire suite.
I gestured towards the bed. "Anything you need, let me know," I told her.
"Do you have any aspirin?"
"I think so, let me check." I walked into the bathroom to hunt up the bottle of Bayer I kept in my shaving kit.
She followed behind me. She was loosening the knotted belt tied at her waist. She coiled the belt on the bathroom counter then in a single practiced motion pulled the dress over her head. She hung the dress on the back of the bathroom door then reached around to unfasten a flesh-colored bra. In another second the director was standing naked next to me in my hotel bathroom.
"You don't mind if I get comfortable do you?" She reached into the bathroom closet and pulled out one of the two white terry cloth robes. Slipping it over her shoulders, she tied the belt loose around her middle.
"Not at all... You are gorgeous, by the way. I love how casual you can be." I handed her two of the Bayer tabs.
"William I'm so hung over," she confessed, filling one of the bathroom glasses with water.
I couldn't help smiling. She was suffering the director's affliction, having to entertain the staff night after night. "No wonder you need to rest. Let me put you to bed," I said. I couldn't help but smile at the sound of that.
Feeling bolder about all this unexpected but delightful familiarity, I took her hand. I led her to the bedside.
"Here, sit down for a minute," I said.
As she did so the robe parted in the middle. Lovely bare skin came full into view. This time I didn't try to hide my stare. I knelt down in front of her and pushed my way between her legs. She didn't resist, not even when I loosened the terry cloth belt. Not even when I slid my hands inside to stroke her mid section and run my fingers across her nipples. "We've known each other a long time," I said. "I think it could be good between us."
"You think so?"
"I never said anything. We work together." The nipples were growing as I teased.
"We're working together now. There's a meeting going on in the next room." Her hands settled on my arms and she breathed in deeply. Her breasts rose so that the tight nipples came into view. Sighing, I slid my hands down the full length of those parted thighs, standing up to leave.
"And you need a nap," I said. "But I hope you'll think about spending some quality time together."
"I'm going to think about sleep," she said, pulling back the bed covers. As an afterthought she said, "When Rich arrives tell him I am back here, please."
"Yes, I will."
I turned my head one last time. She was naked sliding between the sheets, unconcerned that one of her staff was watching. Her forehead went flat onto the pillows and her arms slid underneath. As she settled into the covers the top sheet revealed lovely shoulder blades, the curvey shape of a breast and a long, smooth landscape of bare skin sweeping down her back. I watched the director close her eyes.
"Thank you William," she sighed.
Stepping into the outer room I was suddenly attentive to the low noise and commotion of people gathering. They were chatting in twos, getting coffee or cookies. One or two sat around the low coffee table. I asked the newest manager, Sheila, if she would run the meeting then handed the files and laptop over to her. While Sheila organized her thoughts I poured a coke and stood at the back of the room. People were settling into the couch and various cushy side chairs. "Let's get started," Sheila said. "Diane has asked if I would run this meeting. I understand she will join us in a little while."
The meeting ran on. After maybe twenty minutes the suite door opened and Rich walked in. Other staff nodded his way while Sheila continued narrating one of the graphics. I walked over to greet him.
"Chairs are all taken," I whispered.
"No problem, I'll stand," he whispered back. Then he looked around the room. "Is Diane here?"
"She's in the back napping," I said. "She told me to let you know."
Rich nodded. "Sounds good." Then he said, "I need to use the head."
