"No, I'm all set...up. I'm just looking around. Taking in the...um...sites, as it were." I said with a hint of a smile and raised eyebrow of my own. "There, take THAT!!!" I thought.
Her reply was lighting quick and deftly delivered: "Well, welcome then. We are looking forward to your seminar and are...ah...pleased...you seem so...excited...to be here." as she shot my groin a quick glance.
Game on...
...and so it went for the rest of the Conference and every Conference since then; warm, full-on tight embraces when meeting (perhaps held a bit too long); heavy flirtation; much banter; innuendo; ending with me masturbating intensely back in my room every night. (My active imagination had her pounding away on her beautiful clean shaven pussy with a pink colored rabbit in her room each night as well...)
Through the year we would check in with each other every once in a while, chat a bit about the latest adventure in our lives: birth of her daughter; work related events...and still...there were always the subtle tones of seduction present. A well chosen word...the emphasis on a selected syllable. It was heady and cerebral and I loved it...and was quite open to the possibility I was imagining it all...and that was fine by me. I wanted to do nothing to harm her marriage or be less than the man I had grown to become.
Then the most recent conference happened.
We ran into each other in the bar before dinner. She looked stunning. A turquoise tank top that showed a great deal of the top and center of her breasts, tight jeans showing her perfect curves and shapely ass. My cock instantly twitched. If "twitch" is the proper phrase for when about 1000 volts of electricity are pumped into a piece of living meat.
Her embrace was again full on and heart felt. Kisses on both cheeks close enough to the corners of the mouth to make others wonder and far enough away that we knew. (Or did we?) I enjoyed her hugs and kisses. They felt safe and secure and at the same time they contained a hint of sexuality as, after we made contact, it seemed to me she pushed her breasts more deeply into my chest. And she smelled sooooooo very good. (I hoped my quickly hardening cock would not rip through my jeans and impale her right there in the bar...well...that is what the rational part me hoped, anyway.)
We chatted for a few minutes and promised to catch up more later. As she turned to return to her table and friends she made sure that both breasts were pressed across the skin of my left arm. Each one of those beautiful globes crossed my arm at right about were the nipple would have been were it not covered by her flimsy top and bra. "Well played!" I thought as she did it in such a manner that our bodies shielded the contact from our friends at our respective tables. God she was good and the coy smile that snuck across her face as she turned told me she knew she was good, too.
Back in the bar after dinner, her table joined the table I was sitting at and the collection of Alpha Males immediately starting pissing all over each other for her attention. While she was not the only woman at the table, she was clearly the most beautiful as well as the most provocatively dressed. Don't get me wrong, she wasn't dressed like a tart in the least...her tank top showed A LOT of cleavage and every time she leaned forward to drag a finger seductively around the top of her wine glass, every man at the table, and at least one of women I noticed, leaned forward to get a better look at her beautiful breasts and, perhaps, a glimmer of a hint of a nipple. I found myself wantonly staring at her breasts several times over the course of the evening and thought that on at least two occasions she had busted me for it, pun intended. My cock was swollen all night and I knew from the wet spot I could feel on my undershorts pre-cum was flowing like a river out of my circumcised trouser trout.
As we got up to leave one of the Alpha's leaned over and whispered to me "I would wear that shit out..." and it was all I could do to not laugh in his face. She wasn't shit. He was shit and he never stood a chance with her and was so self-absorbed he didn't even notice it.
She leaned over to me to give me another hug prior to parting, pressing her breast into my bicep and lightly stroked my forearm. "Sleep well...but not too well." she breathlessly whispered in my ear as I felt the slightest flick of her tongue across my earlobe. Again, the timing and location were perfect: her mouth was completely shielded from both groups of friends.
Back in my room I replayed the night: her fingers; her breasts; her tongue; her lips; her eyes...her fingers; her breasts; her tongue; her lips; her eyes; her fingers wrapped around my throbbing cock, sliding her delicate hands up and down its length, faster and faster until she needs to again reduce the friction on my cock with the saliva from her hot mouth...her fingers pulling my cock towards those luscious peach-covered lips...taking the head of my cock in her mouth...swirling her tongue around the head and then driving her head down on it as if she wants to swallow the entire lower portion of my body...only to wrap those lips tightly around the base of my dick and slowly drag them back up to the tip...coating it generously with saliva and then returning to a "ramming speed" beat on my cock...I'm close...I feel my balls tighten and cock swell and know instantly this is going to be a good one...she has me in her mouth again...sucking me deep...fondling my balls...my hips begin to buck and I am helpless to do anything other than to fuck her face to the rhythm and depth that she sets...and she sets it fast and deep...as I warn her I am getting closer to coming, I feel her middle finger slide down the seam in my ball sack and follow the brown brick road to my asshole...I feel the cum begin to pool and bubble like steam in a tea kettle prior to making the pot sing...her finger slides closer to my ass and I feel the pressure of her looking to insert it into my ass...I'm helpless...I'm under her total spell...her middle finger finds my asshole and plunges in deeply...searching for my prostate...she skillfully finds it and presses...and the kettle sings...spewing forth multiple rockets of white hot cum that I feel splash off the back of her throat...she gags a bit at first and then regains her form...swallowing every drop with a blissful gleam in her eye...
...then back to reality, as Mr. Mathers III says...
I lay there for a bit...then reached for the t-shirt I left laying on the floor just so that I could clean up the cum I knew would eventually be present...but had no idea it would be found liberally spread from my navel to my neck. I don't shoot like that anymore...unless I'm thinking of her, apparently. As I thought more and more about the evening, I became increasingly anxious over the eye tit-fucking I gave her earlier. It was long and hard and direct and I didn't try and hide it, much. I wondered how she felt. I feel asleep unsettled and woke the same way.
The morning of the conference was busy for both of us. I saw her at breakfast and we said a passing hello but didn't have much time, or inclination, for anything else. I was actually concerned about being around her too much as I felt the attraction was evident to everyone that looked at us. I had no desire to compromise her...not to be confused with a lack of desire to see her in a compromising position. She was wearing another blue dress and had no panty hose on...and I would have loved to see her in several compromising positions that sprang readily to mind...which I had to divert quickly as I was spending most of the morning at the podium or on the stage and didn't want either an erection or a wet spot to ruin the presentations.
From my view on stage I had a perfect view of where she was sitting in the stadium-like seating. Her dress was normal length and she was sitting on her left hip with a lot of her right leg and thigh exposed...so much for the erection. On top of that, every time she shifted in her seat or crossed and uncrossed her legs I had a perfect view of the gap that was created. I felt like a boy in a high school class...waiting...watching...hoping for a panty shot...that never happened. To say I was crestfallen was an understatement.
