I couldn't think straight. Confusion, fear and guilt were the emotions running through my mind. And denial. I still couldn't believe what had just happened - what I'd just done.
Only minutes ago I'd left Chris' hotel room, still out of breath from the orgasm that had raged through me as no other orgasm ever had. The strength of my need back in his room was something I'd never felt before - never thought I could feel.
I'd left the hotel, choosing streets at random, just putting distance between me and this crazy situation. The cool dusk air invading my lungs with each breath I took.
What was I to do now? How could I continue to work with him, now he'd seen me like that. Now he'd knew what a slut I was. I'd have to feign illness, go home, leave the conference early. He'd know of course, but he wouldn't tell anyone, would he? I'd have to start looking for a new job, first thing tomorrow.
We were supposed to be going out for a meal with several people from the conference tonight, but I knew I couldn't face it. What if people could tell from my face. What if he said something to someone.
Oh God! If he said anything to anyone at work, then there was a chance that Marc would find out.
Marc, my partner. The love of my life. Sweet, sensible Marc - it would kill him to know. There had to be a way to make all this go away.
Ahead of me I could see the neon sign of a bar, and I knew I needed a drink. I hoped that no-one would bother me in there - I needed some time to think my way through this.
Inside, I walked up to the bar, to where the lone barman was standing. He had dark hair and liquid eyes, exactly the type I would normally flirt with. Not this night though, I bought myself a large gin and tonic, and asked for some change for the cigarette machine. I don't often smoke, but I needed one just then.
The bar was empty except for me and the barman. Music was coming from the jukebox - but not loudly.
I got a pack of Silk Cut from the machine, and then headed for the booth in the furthest corner of the bar. Getting to it I moved one of the bar stools right into the corner and sat down.
I almost gasped out loud! The chill of the metal stool was a sudden shock against my rear. Despite thinking about nothing else since leaving the hotel I'd almost forgotten about the physical aspects of what had happened. My buttocks felt warm and sensitive, not quite as on fire as when I'd left, but still an echo of that feeling remained.
The cool metal felt soothing against them, and this made me realise I had left my panties in his room. I'd not gone out like this for years - not since I was seventeen; a group of girls from school and I had gone out to the shopping centre one Saturday without underwear for a dare. It had been exciting, but I had been too nervous to repeat the experience.