Here we go again, yet another week of educational Nursing Management courses. Long days of boredom sitting in an auditorium, lectured to by the unknown and frequently disinterested, their words monotonously echoing in the minds of an audience, equally unknown and definitely disinterested, here only because we had been sent by our hierarchy to absorb the progression of Healthcare Administration whether we wanted to or not, the latter being the group in which I was steadfastly committed.
Only two months ago that I had been attending a somewhat similar program in Southampton and that week had almost driven me insane. For five long days one was spoken to by a chain of lecturers all of whom delivered their diatribe presentations in a sleep inducing monotone using overloaded and boring Power Points which, to those of us poor schmucks who had to follow them, very soon became a hypnotically sleep inducing blur. End result: We were so bored that we simply switched our minds off and played tic-tac-toe in order to pass the time until lunch!
"Please, please, let this week prove to be more constructive than the torture so recently endured in Southampton!"
The one shining portal of hope was that this course was in Edinburgh, Scotland, and was to take place in the Conference Centre, a great venue and only a five minute drive from my hotel accommodations. With such a venue, with such a wonderful place to stay, I had decided to fly up from Stanstead on the Saturday morning and enjoy the city over the weekend before getting down to work on Monday.
Baggage weighed and checked in, I was moving through the winding chicane of passage through Security when I could not help but notice a woman some twenty people ahead of me... I guessed she must be about my age; tall, slender, shimmering brunette shoulder length hair that was styled in such a way that it drew one into her face, at which point one found oneself swallowed up in a pair of emerald green eyes that just sparkled. It was difficult to look away, I knew I must but I could just not stop myself. She was stunningly beautiful, and her attire emphasized every curve, every feature. Try as I may, my eyes were constantly drawn back to her. A light green loosely wrapped, and deeply "V" necked cashmere sweater magnetically drew ones eyes downward. I found myself biting my lip at the glimpse of cleavage betwixt a breast line that had my thoughts reeling as I imagined the form of the nipples hidden from my view... As my eyes descended the shape of her waistline aloft a derriere that just seemed, to my lusting review, nothing short of majestic! My mouth went dry as I admired her legs...
"ID and Boarding Pass!"
The words jumped out at me from the Security Officer. So immersed was I in the vision of this gorgeous stranger I had become oblivious to my position in line, and to make matters worse, as I fumbled for my Driving License, I dropped my handbag and was unceremoniously scrambling for my purse and makeup now forlornly scattered to the floor. Standing I, for a fleeting moment saw this Goddess smiling back at me, but by the time I had recovered everything and had traversed through the screening process, she had gone. One can wish but the chance of meeting again was more remote than anyone could hope for. My last two glimpses of her were firstly as she passed by my First Class seat moving toward the rear of the aircraft at boarding, her short leather skirt framing that amazing body that caused me to tingle with goosebumps. The second, a teasingly brief glimpse of her at the Baggage Claim. I had moved slowly toward her, hoping to perhaps enter into a casual conversation; her suitcase appeared and in an instant she was gone... All I could do was watch her walk away and out of my life for ever.
Settled in my Hotel room I went to explore the hotel dining facilities; being early evening a nice meal would be most welcome after the meager pretzels endured on the flight. Sitting at the bar I was enjoying a nice G & T, when I almost choked... It was her! 'Emerald Eyes' just walked into the bar, as I quickly turned away my purse fell from my lap and for the second time today, there I was scrambling on the floor picking up my bits and pieces. As I reached for my compact, a pair of high heels appeared in my line of site, followed by a pair of bent knees, then a hand opened to disclose an errant lipstick which had rolled away. Looking up, there were those wondrous eyes...
Swallowing hard I stammered out an embarrassed thank you, "I seem to be making a habit of this today."
With a smile that enveloped you, a soft whispering voice jokingly replied: "Yes, I seem to recall you being in this position back at Stanstead today!"
"Oh were you on the same flight?"
With a wry smile, Emerald eyes responded; "Yes, but not First Class, as you were!"
In a vain attempt to break away from this line of conversation I asked: "Can I buy you a drink?"
Thus began an evening of enjoyable conversation. Her name was Francesca and, low and behold, was also a Operating Theatre Nurse Manager, and here to attend the same conference as I. I was just beginning to feel that the conversation was moving toward a more personal level of inquisitiveness when we were suddenly joined by two of her colleagues:
"Fran, there you are, we rang the room but you were gone, oh excuse me, sorry to interrupt!"
Fran introduced me to her colleagues and the conversation turned, boringly so, toward work and the upcoming conference. I couldn't help thinking how quickly and how much this chance meeting had now turned into an opportunity lost. Yes, we had few laughs throughout dinner, it was exciting to be in her company, however, it was also sensually frustrating to have this amazing woman, this amazing body, so close but yet so far away.
Dinner over, as Fran and her colleagues moved to the bar I took my leave... I needed to be alone, I needed relief; sensual relief; I needed the opportunity to masturbate with the fantasy of her in my bed, a fantasy drawn from a fleeting touch of her breast against my arm as she had moved into her seat when we sat down to dinner! So immersed was I in my thoughts, I had not noticed that the lift I got into was going down. It was not until the doors had closed that I realised what I had done. so I went along for the ride, as it ascended it once again stopped at the Ground Floor level. My heart skipped a beat as Fran entered, somewhat surprised to see me,
"Oh, I thought you had gone up?"
"Yes, that's what I thought, the lift had other ideas and took me on an excursion to the basement!"
We laughed as Fran inquired "Floor?"
"Five, thanks."
"Oh, me too!"
Searching for a way to not keep looking at her breasts I tried to distract myself with conversation.
"Your colleagues seem nice, have you worked together for long?"
Fran's smile filled the lift:
