'Same tired old faces. Same boring speeches. Nothing changes,' thought Louise Redmond as her eyes scanned the conference centre in Blackpool where the annual bank officials' conference was taking place.
What Louise thought was indeed true. She had been to a number of these conferences as the rep for her local area. The speeches never changed, and the same people always spoke. She had considered not going this year but when her husband, Ken, suggested that they go as a couple and make a romantic week of it the thirty-eight year old mother jumped at the opportunity.
Ken and Louise had been married fifteen years now. Ken was an engineer with his own business and Louise was an officer at one of the main banks in Chester, where they owned a comfortable three storey house on the leafy outskirts.
They had two children, David was twelve and Amanda was eight. With Ken's income combined with her own Louise knew that she was luckier than most in that they wanted for nothing. They had annual holidays on the continent and still had money to put away.
What annoyed Louise though was the fact that at the last minute Ken had to head to London on a consulting job, thereby shattering her dreams of the week of romance.
Louise loved her husband dearly but lately she began to feel something was missing from their relationship. The sex was not as good as it used to be. Ken was away a lot or just too tired from work. She had hoped that they could use this week to rejuvenate their relationship. Instead, she sat silently, with her clipboard and notepad, pretending to be interested and taking notes while boredom and frustration flooded her mind, unconsciously crossing and recrossing her long smooth legs in the process.
What Louise Redmond did not know was that she as being silently observed by someone not too far from where she was sitting. This continued at the coffee break and lunch break as the thirty-eight year old chatted to several people in the dining room.
***
That evening Louise showered before dressing for dinner. She took a moment to look at her naked reflection and was pleased at what she saw. Although thirty-eight and the mother of two children, Louise Redmond was in wonderful shape. She was five feet ten. Her dark shoulder length hair reflected the sunlight. Her almost flawless breasts were firm, round with pink nipples. Her flat stomach was as much to do with exercise and good eating habits. Not to mention her passion for tennis. Louise just loved tennis. Indeed, she had brought her kit with her just in case she was lucky enough to find someone she could have a game with. At the end of the first full day though this looked very unlikely.
Donning her green cocktail dress, Louise made her way to the dining room and after careful examination of the menu, ordered her dinner. While she waited Louise was about to phone Ken when she was startled by a woman's voice.
"Hello there, may I join you?"
Louise looked up and saw a very tall blonde woman, several inches taller than herself, looking down at her with an enigmatic smile. Louise took a few seconds to reply. This tall Goddess like creature was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen.
Louise guessed this beautiful creature was in her mid-forties. Her hair was in a tight bun, and she wore a long glitter dress with a slit that allowed Louise, and others, a brief view of her smooth legs. What really caught Louise's attention was the fact that the woman's ample cleavage was in clear, almost seductive view.
"Please do," Louise managed to stuttered, hoping she had not taken too long in scrutinising her unexpected "guest."
"I'm Jane Kingston, by the way. Doctor Jane Kingston," said the woman as she extended her hand to Louise while at the same time adjusting her large round rimmed glasses.
Louise could not help noticing how Jane laid a heavy emphasis on the word "Doctor."
"Doctor?" asked Louise, with a mixture of surprise and curiosity.
"Yes, I'm a Professor of psychology at the local university. Now I'm doing a thesis on the effects of boredom in the human psyche. I was granted permission to come here and make a study for the thesis."
"Well, you certainly came to the right spot," Louise with a chuckle before sipping her wine. Jane smiled at the remark before taking the menu from the waitress and ordering and handing it back.
Dinner was eaten in silence and after several glasses of wine Louise began to feel tired and a little unsteady. She decided to call it a night and got up to go to her room. Thankfully, Jane was in a room on the same floor, on the opposite side two doors own and she held Louise steady until she got inside.
"Sorry, Jane, I don't usually drink so much," she said.
"No need to apologise, Louise. Just get some rest. I'll call you in the morning," responded Jane kindly before letting her go.
Louise just nodded before opening door and entering her room. She threw her purse on the small table. She slid off her dress and just left it on the floor in a crumpled heap, followed by her underwear. Too tired to do anything else, Louise's naked body simply crashed on the bed and pulling the thin white sheet over herself, she fell into a deep sleep.
***
The following morning Louise was rudely woken from her slumber by the sound of banging at the door.
"Louise, Louise, are you alright?"
A confused Louise recognised Jane's concerned voice. A headache, combined with the bright early morning sun, made her swear under her breath.
"Just a moment," Louise responded in a moan, before grabbing her silk robe and wrapping it around her body and opening the door.
"I was worried about you. You didn't turn up for breakfast," said Jane, who, in contrast to last night was dressed in a tee shirt and shorts.
Again, as Louise's eyes began to focus, realised Jane was not wearing a bra and her nipples could clearly be seen through the material of her shirt. She felt too sick to wonder if that was deliberate.
"What time is it?" asked Louise as her head pounded.
"Nine-thirty," was Jane's reply.
"Oh, my God," responded Louise, disgusted with herself that she had drunk so much and slept so long.
"Don't worry about it. Why don't you take a shower and get dressed? We'll go down together," replied Jane, as she stepped into the room. "Here, take these. They will help your headache," she said, as she handed Louise some pills she retrieved from her bag.
Louise gratefully took them and then swallowed them with a glass of water.
"I'll meet you in the dining hall," declared Louise before heading for the shower.
Jane just nodded and then departed.
In the shower something very strange happened to Louise. As them jets of steamy water sprayed about her, she began to masturbate. The feel of her fingers inside her pussy felt so good.
Suddenly, she stopped.
"What the hell is wrong with me?" she yelled.
