The Trade Show

You arrive on the trade show floor looking lovely in a black skirt and patterned knee-high stockings with boots and a black v-neck top, just plunging enough to show a little of your "decorative". I smile at the remembrance of one of our auto-correct funnies. You're also wearing the spider and the hoops, which makes my heart skip a little beat. Your hair is up and back, highlighting the hoops. There are some tendrils of hair against your neck, which drops my blood pressure a few notches. You couldn't look more perfect if I had told you exactly what to wear. Which of course I didn't, since you have absolutely no idea that I'm here.

You pass within 10 feet of me (cleverly mostly concealed behind the pipe and drape of another booth). You're in a hurry because your super-early morning flight arrived just an hour before the show. You're also in a huff because Zack sent you to the show last minute, and by yourself. 2 days in Vegas all alone. You know some industry people at the show, of course, but no one you'd want to hang out with. All in all pretty huff-worthy.

Because it was last minute, your "fancy" booth consists of just a high table, draped with the fancy blue fabric that also forms the backdrop. The Bicycling logo is hanging at the back of the booth. You slide your purse under the table, open the overnighted box, spread out some magazines, put out the fishbowl for people's cards (grand prize: a super-nice bike (which you don't even have a picture of), Runners-up: Free Subscription for a Year!), some flyers with advertising rates and such. A pretty sad little display. Not improving your mood.

The attendees haven't come in yet, but some of the exhibitors are milling around. A guy you know from another mag stops to chat. Then another guy, from Clif. You perk up a little, putting on your brave face. It's going to be a long day for you, with no real breaks. My poor mouse.

I check my fake badge and work order and pick up my toolbox. Kitty pounces. I walk over purposefully, from slightly behind you as you're chatting.

"Are you Ms. Marsden?"

You turn and go white as a ghost...I'm afraid you might pass out. Your eyes bulge a little, and you stammer, "Yes..." You can't break character in front of your customers, despite how flabbergasted you are at my presence. It's all I can do not to laugh.

"I think there's a problem with the electrical for your booth. Sorry about that. I hope it hasn't been an inconvenience. I just need to check a couple of things, but wanted to let you know so you didn't wonder about who's behind the curtain."

"Yes...of course." you manage to get out.

"Sorry to disturb you."

I walk quickly to the back of your booth and disappear behind the curtain. You rejoin the conversation, glancing frequently back to where I went through...wanting desperately to find out what the hell I'm doing. I watch you from a gap (not the one I went in), biding my time. The guys finish yapping and say their goodbyes, heading off to their booths. You practically sprint to the curtain and pull it aside, looking left and right. I'm not there. You almost think you hallucinated me. You hurry back to

your purse and get out your phone, dialing my number. I let it go to voicemail...I'll reveal my other surprises on my own time.

You look around...so frustrated. You're not having an easy morning. I'm hoping to improve it for you. Considerably. You text me. The announcement comes over the loudspeaker "The show floor will open in 5 minutes." You say "Dammit!" out loud, grab your purse, and stomp off to the ladies' to have a quick pee before the masses arrive.

I kick into phase 2 of my plan. I quickly walk up to the back of your table, have a quick look around to make sure no one's watching, then duck under. I set my toolbox down and unfold the little low chair I had hidden under there. It's actually a whimsically decorated (sea shells and cartoonish crabs) beach chair, which makes me chuckle. I plan on spending a long time under your table, hence the chair. I open the toolbox and slip a couple of things out and into my pocket. For later.

You return from the loo, toss your purse under the table again (without looking...whew), and call and text me again. Fortunately, you don't hear my phone vibrating in my pocket. I hear the attendees start to come in through the doors.

Since yours is such a popular rag (how pissed off you get when I call it that...), I'm counting on a steady flow of visitors to your booth. Non-stop would be ideal for my plan. Kitty has plans to toy with mouse...devious plans. I bide my time...comfy enough in my silly chair. So far everything's working to perfection.

I wait several more minutes, then lightly brush your knee with a little bit of the drape. You don't seem to notice, so I do it a little harder. You look down and see my hand and bend down quickly and peek under the table...

"What the fuck!?"

"No time to explain now, mouse...you have a busy day minding the booth, don't you?"

"Goddamnit. Are you out of your fucking mind?"

"Quite possibly, my sweet. Quite possibly."

You glance up and see someone walking into your booth. You've seen him at shows before...an inveterate yapper. A bike geek who knows a bunch of the magazine people and always spends an inordinate amount of time boring the booth staff. I don't know this, of course, but it ends up being perfect for me. And not bad for you, either.

"Fuck you!" you whisper loudly, then stand up to greet the douchebag. Always professional, you. I hadn't counted on you being so pissed off, but you're having a shitty day, and my surprise is a little much. Yikes.

I can hear you talking to the guy. Sensing your frustration. He really does sound like a blowhard.

I'm ready to begin.

I reach out through the gap and lightly grab your knees and pull you towards me. You resist, but I pull harder, and you have to comply or you risk looking like you're having some kind of "needing to pee" issue or something. You step forward, so your waist is against the table...no one can see any lower than that. Your hand snakes down next to your leg and gives me the finger. I reach out and grab it, but you jerk it away. Still angry.

I reach out and start to caress your left knee. You jump a little and start to pull away, but I grab you just in time and keep you there. You're having to concentrate on chatting with the (now) 3 people in the booth.

I rub a little harder...more of a massage now. Running my finger against the back of your knee. I pull one hand back, suck on my finger, then run it against the back of your knee again. This is going to be fun.

I move my hands up just a little. Slightly past the hem of your skirt, and rub a little, then switch and give your other knee the same treatment. You're still trapped by customers, which are getting more numerous as the foot traffic filters back from the entrance. You keep having to describe the bike, getting more and more steamed that they didn't have the foresight to ship the bike, or at least send a picture along with you. You're trapped, little mouse. Caught in a mousetrap.

I run my fingernails up the inside of both of your thighs...all the way up. Or, well almost all the way. I hear you pause your patter just for a moment, then resume. I run them back down, a little rougher, probably leaving little scratch marks. I love the thought of those red lines on your white thighs.

I'm enjoying this quite a bit.

Next I run my nails up the outsides of your thighs...this time not stopping until I encounter your panties. Just feeling that little bit of lingerie makes me start to get hard. It's going to be a long time before I can do anything about that...I'll be another hot mess in no time flat. You do that to me.

I slip my hands just under the hem of your panties and cup the bottom of your ass...moving my fingers a little bit towards the middle...just enough to suggest... Then I rake my nails back down the outside of your thighs. You shiver a little and move around a little. I hope I haven't hurt you. Not too much, anyway.

Now I run the tips of my fingers just ever so lightly up your inner thighs again...almost but not quite to the top. Very close, tho. I can feel your heat radiating against my fingers. I pinch your thighs pretty hard, and your knees give just a little, but you recover quickly. You are so good at covering and continuing to do your job. Very, very impressive. I intend to test how good you are, which I'm imagining you've figured out by now.

I move my hands back down to your knees, now kneading your thighs, moving my hands up, up, slowly up. This time I don't stop where I did before. Your knees part slightly, and my fingers start brushing up against your panties. Against your pussy. I rub my knuckles against you from front to back, just on the edges...not the center. Yet.

Your thighs part just a little more, and I reach through and run my index finger slowly, firmly, right down the crack of your ass (through your panties), pressing just hard enough to brush your asshole, then continuing past, just to your pussy, but not quite to your clit. Your panties are a little damp, I note with what I'll call 'extreme interest'. I linger there just a little, gathering some moisture, then withdraw my hands for a quick sniff and taste. I fucking love to smell and taste you. I'm very glad now that I've taken the necessary precautions to contain things in my pants...you're not the only one who's wet. Though where you are delicately soft, I'm now quite hard.

The douchebag has moved on, and there's a sudden lack of people in your booth. You bend down. "Stop it! Fuck you! You can't do this to me!" I gather that you're still pissed off. I'm perceptive like that.

I grab your arm and jerk you close, so we're face to face. "I can, I am, and I will. Don't act like you mind it so much...it'll help you pass the day, and you can get revenge sometime when I least expect it. Now...you will take your purse, go to the rest room, remove your panties, put them in the purse, and return right here." My eyes show just a spark of flame." I didn't set this whole thing up to be denied, and I'm in charge right now. Go!"

Your eyes narrow. I know you're seething, but I also know you'll comply. You're enjoying it, and you don't really want me to stop. You grab your purse roughly and stomp off to the ladies'. I hear a few people come by and grab some freebies, drop their cards in the bowl. You return, walking quickly, apologizing to someone perusing your wares (so to speak), and literally throw your purse right in my face. It hurts a little, but I guess I deserve it. I open it up, look in, and there are your panties. Good girl.

Black. Lace. See through, except for the crotch. Very fancy for a plane trip and a trade show. Probably you put them on to feel pretty, maybe cheer yourself up a little before the annoyance of your day. Which I may or may not be contributing to. Jury's still out on that one. I hold them up to my face and breathe deeply. Oh, your fucking scent. It gets me every time. I lean back in my chair, relaxing and just breathing you in. Instantly hard as a rock again. I rub my hand against my cock just a little while I continue to breathe your heavenly pussy.

It sounds like a little pause in the traffic again, so lean forward, reach out and pinch your knee. Your face appears suddenly, still not looking very pleased. I hold your panties up and very sloooowly run my tongue right up the crotch, savoring the little bit of you that I can taste. Your eyes glaze over a little and your look softens. Then you have to pop up again as a group of people from...Germany? Holland? comes up. Sounds like a bunch of them. I gather they're from a similar magazine from another country.

I pull you back up towards the table, so your waist is against it again, then push against the insides of your knees. You adjust your feet so they are a little farther apart than your shoulders, and you lean your elbows on the table. Perfect.

I crawl forward on my hands and knees and start licking the skin just above your stockings.

Kissing gently. Sucking hard. I hear your voice crack a little, but you continue on. With no small amount of contortion, I get myself into a position where I can continue up your thighs, my head now under your skirt. I can look up and see your pussy and, almost, your asshole. I can certainly smell your pussy now, and it's making me ravenous. My mouth is almost literally watering. As I've told you many times...you are my favorite flavor. I work my way up your thighs until I'm breathing on your pussy. I blow gently, cooling it off, then I exhale through my open mouth, warming it up. It doesn't sound like there's anyone at your booth now, but you don't move, other than to adjust your feet a little wider. Good girl. I reward you with a quick kiss right on your pussy. You move your hips quickly in a small circle, and I know I have you now.

I slide out from under your skirt and turn the chair around so I can sit in it and lean my head back towards you, which puts my mouth at almost the perfect height and angle for what I have in mind.

I push the chair as close to you as I can...it's resting against the insides of your feet (which will keep you from closing them), and against the fronts of your thighs. I pull your skirt up, up, up and then sit in the chair, lean my head back (I'm sure you feel my hair tickling your thighs), and then pull the front of the skirt over my head so the hem is around my neck, and let the back of it drop down.

I start breathing on your pussy again, taking you in. Up close like this, I could almost pass out from your aroma. My cock is hard as a rock against my pants. I get my head situated, then grab your hips and settle you down onto my mouth...just an inch or two. From the front of the booth, you probably look pretty normal. A pretty girl minding the store at a trade show. From behind or the sides...well, it's a good thing that no one can see you from those angles. From underneath...best seat in the house.

I stick my nose in the base of your ass crack and start licking your pussy...you're soaking wet now, and I lap up your juices, sucking a little, too. Nibbling...just gently for now. I swirl my tongue around and around, sticking it in a little from time to time. Your hips are moving now...just a little. I can't tell if you're talking to anyone or not. I'm focused on something else entirely.

I slide my face towards your clit, reaching up with my hands to hold you open. My nose slips into your pussy, and I nuzzle it a little, kissing up towards your clit. I lean my head back a little, creating some space, and stick my thumb right inside you. You quake a little, and I move it around against the walls of your pussy...imagining what it will feel like when I can stick my cock in there. At some point...I wasn't able to figure out how to accomplish that in this situation, so that will have to wait.

I withdraw my thumb, go back to licking, sucking, nibbling, and tonguing your soaking pussy. Using the slippery juices, I start to rub your clit gently, in circles...not too hard yet, just getting you warmed up. Now your knees do really buckle a little, and you mash your pussy into my face. You recover before you break my neck and/or drown me, and lift back up to a more comfortable position.

As I continue to rub your clit...which I can tell is having the intended effect, I start licking down lower on your pussy, using my free hand to tilt your hips forward a little so I can start to get some access to your ass. My tongue lingers for a few moments at the bottom of your pussy, flicking against the edge of you, then moving on...working my way towards your luscious ass. You squat just a little, giving me freer access. My tongue snakes closer, swirling, closer, swirling. Then I finally reach your asshole. The best gift you ever gave me was letting me enter you there the first time. As I circle and poke with my tongue, and start rubbing your clit a little more firmly, my mind drifts back to that time...

I asked your permission...told you I would be gentle. You were definitely reticent, but you trust me, and I knew that your interest would overcome your nervousness. "Just say 'red', love. I don't want to hurt you." You rolled over and got up on your knees, with your breasts and face down on the bed. Your ass presented to me for the taking. It nearly took my breath away, and I was instantly as hard as I've ever been. I gently massaged and lubed you, slowly stretching your hole, gently coaxing it to be ready for me. I checked in with you often, and you never said anything other than yes when I asked if you were okay and if it felt good. I could see, and smell, that you were very, very wet, so I knew that you weren't going along just because I wanted you to.

Once I had my thumb inserted in you, moving it in and out like a short cock, I squirted a generous amount of lube on my cock and started to spread it around and stroke myself. I knew you could hear the little smacking and sucking sounds, and you moaned a little and said "Oh, baby....be gentle...I feel so wide open." I was ready, you were ready. I moved forward and positioned myself right at your entrance. I began to slowly enter you, and could feel you relaxing, and then tightening a little.

Breathing deeply. Trying hard to accommodate my size, and doing a very good job. Your ass felt heavenly, and I was hard as marble. I stopped pushing and slid back a little. Then continued on. I grabbed your hips and pulled a little, indicating that you should take charge of how deep...not wanting to hurt you.

You pushed back, back, slowly taking me in. Then sliding a little back out. Tensing, relaxing. Taking more and more each time. I was completely mesmerized, absorbed, watching you take me in, your tight ass gripping me like a vise. Amazed at your patience and how much of me you were taking in. You were also making sounds of pleasure, and I reached down and could feel your pussy so completely soaked it was almost literally dripping.

Deeper, slowly, inexorably, until finally I was all the way in. The tightness made my head swim. I knew that a tiny amount of thrusting would send me over the edge.

"May I use the egg on my pussy?" you asked...so submissive, so polite.

"Of course, love."

You reached over to grab it, and I heard the familiar buzz as you turned it on. You slid your hands under yourself and down and then I heard the sound mute a little as you mashed it into your clit.

Your hips started moving immediately, which made my cock move just a little bit in and out of you. I could stand it no more, and started slowly thrusting in and out of you. Long strokes. Slowly speeding up.

Watching for any sign that I was hurting you. The pace of your hips started to increase, and I could tell you were close to coming, as was I. I was now thrusting in and out of you quickly, your ass gripping my cock so amazingly. I held back as long as I could, wanting to finish with you. You started to really moan, and your hips started bucking, and I grabbed on and fucked you with abandon. As you started convulsing, I did the same, burying myself all the way inside you, then thrusting some more as I exploded inside you. We jerked and bucked and convulsed together...I have never come so hard in my life, and you seemed to be experiencing the same sort of ecstasy. It seemed to go on for minutes. Then we finally quieted, slowly. I was slumped over you. We were both covered in sweat. We flopped over onto our sides, spooning, my cock still in your ass, slowly getting soft. I wrapped you in my arms and smothered your neck and shoulders with kisses. Then we both lay there quietly, savoring the sensations as my cock slowly softened and withdrew from you. "Thank you, my love...thank you."

Out of my reverie, I return to the present. I reach down into my pocket to get the items I had snuck into there...a new buttplug and a tube of lube. The new plug is slightly larger than any other we've used, but I know you can handle the size, and it's become very evident that you enjoy having things in your ass while you get pleasured. I squirt some lube into my finger and begin massaging it around, and slowly into, your asshole. You begin to settle and push against my finger, and I can tell that you're getting ready. I smear another dollop on you, then put a big helping on the plug and swirl it all around. Stroking it like it's my cock, just like I've seen you do so many, many times. To both my cock and our buttplugs, now that I think about it. My cock jerks in my pants and more pre-come oozes out.