Passion in James County XIII
Nancy's Quest
By D.C. Roi
Chapter one
Nancy Dillon had only come to the convention alone because she had no choice. Her husband, George, was supposed to have come with her, but two days before they were supposed to leave, he came home from work and told her there was an emergency at work and he couldn't take the time off to go with her. Nancy's job required her to be at the convention, so she had no choice but to go without her husband. She was miffed at having to be there alone even though she knew it wasn't her husband's fault that he couldn't come with her.
She wanted her husband to come with her because if he was there, it would be a way of keeping things from happening that Nancy didn't want to happen. Things that happened every time she went away without her husband. Things that kept her in a constant struggle with guilt and shame.
Nancy decided to skip the conference banquet. The day had begun early and she was tired. She walked out of the main exhibition room and bumped into Mike Thomas, a man who, like Nancy, was a sales representative, but for a company that competed with hers. Their booths were next to each other and, during the day, they had introduced themselves and struck up a friendly conversation.
"Aren't you going to the banquet, Nancy?" Mike asked.
"I've heard Mel Burke talk before," Nancy replied, referring to the man who was giving a speech at the banquet. "I thought it would be better sleeping in my room than doing it sitting at a table in a smoke filled dining room."
Mike laughed. "I've heard Mel, too," he chuckled. "I know what you mean. How about having a drink with me before you go back to your room?"
Nancy accepted Mike's invitation and went with him to the hotel's cocktail lounge. The cocktail waitress came right over. He asked her what she wanted to drink, she told him, and he ordered.
Nancy in the cozy booth next to the man she'd just met, feeling very nervous. "I have to watch myself tonight," she told herself while they waited for their drinks to arrive. "Mike's a handsome guy and a smooth talker. I can't let myself act like I always do any more." When the drinks arrived, she sipped hers. "I'll finish this drink, then I'll go to my room," she thought. "That's what I have to do."
The bar had an Irish theme and a small Irish band was playing Gaelic tunes. Nancy liked the music, but the intimacy of the bar, and the fact that Mike was sitting very close to her made her feel very uneasy.
Nancy was thirty-five years old, although it was difficult to tell that by looking at her. She had honey brown hair that, when she wore it straight, hung just below her shoulders. Her pert, unlined face looked almost exactly as it did in her high school yearbook picture, and wide blue eyes that were one of her best features. Although she had three children, her body was as taut and lean as it had ever been. She was proud of the fact that her dress size was exactly what it was when she graduated from high school.
Tonight she was wearing an ivory coatdress that wrapped around her slim waist, and was held closed by a single gold button. It was cut quite low in front and was a bit more daring than the outfits she usually wore. She bought especially for the convention, thinking her husband would be coming with her, and he told her he thought it was beautiful when she modeled it for him after she bought it. She was sorry he wasn't with her now to see her wear it.
Mike sipped his drink and gazed across the table at Nancy. He had an appreciative look in his eyes. "What do you think about the convention so far?" he asked. "Make any sales?"
Nancy sipped a little more of her drink, then she nodded. "Actually, I did make a couple of sales, and I got names of a couple more people who want me to call on them later," she replied, smiling.
Mike smiled at her. "Sounds like you're doing better than I am," he said. "Of course, you have a better product to offer than I do, but don't tell my boss I told you that." He took a swallow of his drink. "You know, I kind of like this Irish music. It's a lot nicer than rock and roll."
Nancy smiled and nodded. "I know," she agreed. "Usually, in places like this, the band's been playing rock and roll. Maybe I'm getting old, but I just don't see what kids like about modern music."
Mike took another sip of his drink and nodded. "I know what you mean," he said. "Seems to me, modern rock and roll is just a lot of noise. It's a lot different than what they called rock and roll when I was a teenager, that's for sure. I've never heard much Irish music. It's nice, isn't it? It kind of makes you smile, doesn't it?"
"It does, doesn't it?" Nancy agreed. She'd been tapping her foot and humming along with the music. Along with her drink, the music did have her in a very good mood.
Mike looked across the table at Nancy, who sat there, acutely aware of his gaze, tapping her fingers on the table, keeping time with the band's beat. He took a deep breath. "Would you like to dance?" he asked.
"Tell him thank you, but don't do it," Nancy told herself. Then she had second thoughts. "Oh, heck, what's the harm in a dance or two?" she mused. She smiled at the man sitting across the table. "Thanks for asking me, Mike, I'd love to dance," she replied and slid out of the booth.
Mike stood up and they walked to the dance floor. For a minute, they stood on the edge of the small area filled with dancing couples, looking at each other, then Mike held out his arms and she stepped into them. When her body brushed against his, she was stunned when she felt a fluttering sensation in her stomach and her breath caught. "Just one dance!" she warned herself. "You're going to do something stupid if you keep this up!"
While they danced, Nancy noticed that Mike was holding himself away from her awkwardly, as if he was trying to keep from his body from touching hers. Then he brushed against her and she realized why he was doing what he holding himself that way. He had an erection! He was getting turned on by dancing with her!
"My God! I don't believe he's turned on from dancing with me!" she thought. The fluttering in her stomach grew more pronounced. "He's holding himself that way so I can't tell!" That realization caused the feelings Nancy had begun to experience to flourish. She pressed her body against her partner's as they danced, knowing she was teasing him, but teasing herself at the same time. She wanted to keep the unsettling, but nice, feelings growing inside her, even though she knew it was dangerous for her to play this game.
The song they were dancing to ended. Nancy was disappointed, but her disappointment quickly faded when the band moved into another number. She and Mike stayed on the dance floor and, as they continued to dance, she kept brushing against him. She managed to let her leg hit his quite often, making it more and more getting difficult for her partner to conceal the swollen shaft in his pants.
Nancy was disappointed when the band announced that the next number they were playing would be the last for the night. She was having a wonderful time, and was sad that the evening, which had wound up being much more fun than she expected, was coming to an end.
When the last dance was over, she walked back to the table with Mike. "Thanks for asking me to dance, Mike. It was fun," she said softly after they sat down. "George and I don't get out much. I'd almost forgotten how much fun it is to dance."
"Sandy, my wife, and I don't go dancing as much as I'd like, either," Mike said. "It's kind of funny, really. We keep talking about how we need to take the time to do it, but there's always something else to do. You probably know how that is, don't you?"
Nancy nodded. "It's the same with George and me," she replied. Then she stifled a yawn. "Excuse me! I guess I need to get back to my room and get some sleep," she said, "I've got to be up and in our booth early tomorrow."
"I guess I better get to bed, too," Mike said.
They got up, left the lounge, and started down the hallway to their rooms. When they arrived at Nancy's room, she stopped, turned to face Mike and studied his face.
Mike smiled at her and took a deep breath. "I...I, ah, I had a very nice time tonight, Nancy," he said. His voice sounded raspy.
"I did, too, Mike," Nancy replied. "I had more fun than I've had in a long time." She took his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "You made my evening much more enjoyable than I thought it was going to be." "Go in your room now!" a voice inside her yelled. "Before you do something you'll be sorry for!"
Mike took a step closer. Nancy, looking up at him, smiling, and suddenly realized she was breathing hard and her heart was pounding. Then he bent and his head started moving toward hers. Nancy thought about stopping him, but instead she decided there would be no harm in sharing a "good night" kiss with him.
Then their lips met and intense, overwhelming feelings flashed through her. Nancy, reacting instinctively to those feelings, pressed against Mike and heard herself moaning softly into his mouth. Her arms encircled him, pulling him against her. Mike wrapped his arms around her and the kiss continued, growing more and more intense. Their mouths opened, their tongues lashed, and their bodies continued to strain against each other.
