I had spied her at the Luau, one of the younger reps among women in roles such as wife or like myself exec up the ladder. She was cocooned by the older prospects who were engaged by her beauty and not so shy as the younger newly married types.
Most of the ladies were dressed in tropical print shirts and dresses, somewhat conservative, but festive. She stood out with hip riding tight white pants and a blue and white print halter top that showed off her tan belly, arms and back. Her hair was rich brown and long presenting a sleek look.
All the women made jealous comments and I wondered if that was just covering the intrigue they felt for her. I know that she had enticed me, but my mouth was shut afraid of spilling my thoughts out.
I melded into conversation about work and home.
“No I’m divorced.” And “No kids” were easy answers that got raised eyebrows from both sexes. I could almost feel the envy of the women and could imagine the gossip of how lonely I must be. Deep down they wished they had my freedom. The men become a big more interested at these answers figuring I was more attainable and more needy than the siren. Even at 38 I had kept myself in shape being curvaceous with full breasts, rounded hips and a firm, but prominent ass. I wore a short skirt that clung to my hips a low cut print tee that swept between my breasts. I was definitely luscious in my own right.
The men were fun to talk to, but no one caused my thoughts to linger like her. As the liquor flowed I had a feeling of alcohol sadness knowing that I was not willing to settle so my alternative was going back to my room alone.
I finished my cocktail and gave a last glance to see where she was. She had paired up with a vendor for Tucson who though very married made his way into many women at these conventions, including me once. I felt sorry for her. She deserved more than he had to offer.
I said my good byes as I made my way into the elevator pushing the button to my floor. A hand stopped the doors from closing and like with the power of Hercules they were pushed apart allowing this goddess to enter.
“I’ll be right back” she cooed.
“Don’t be long. Remember I know where you are Room 1103” his voice was overwhelmingly intoxicated like the rest of him.
“That’s right. Don’t worry I will be back in a jiffy.”
The doors closed as I reached for the button for her floor. Her hand grasped mine.
“No honey, not 11. It’s really 17. I would never have given him my real number.” She smiled, as she moved never taking her hand from mine.
“You on the other hand.” which she said as she placed her other hand on my arm moving up to cradle my neck, “I would like to have join me in my room.” Her whisper faded into a sigh as our lips met in a kiss. So warm and so longing, I exploded as her tongue tunneled between my lips.
She led my hands to her round ass as she ground into me. I gripped her tightly almost feeling her flesh through the tight denim. Pulling her closer to me I could feel the heat between her legs as my hands became hungry for more.
Her kiss was electric and deep, but tender and lingering only the way a woman can do it. The bell dinged alerting us to floor 17. I was shaking with desire and basking in the warmth spreading through my body.
“Are you coming?” stepping onto the stable floor. It took me a moment in my lust to realize it was an invitation.
