The noise from the bar sound system and the endless chatter of my fellow convention goers reverberated around me as I sat nursing a glass of wine and longing for this conference to end. My name is Jane, and due to the luck of the draw, I was chosen to represent my company at the annual Energy Expo trade show in San Francisco, so here I was knee deep in engineers and watered down alcohol. I would have much rather been at home in my pajamas cuddling with my husband on the couch and watching bad sci-fi programs, but duty calls and I had been recently promoted at work and felt I needed to earn the money I was getting paid. The day had been a predictably boring array of lectures and demo's for new products and after dinner alone at the hotel restaurant, I had come here, to the hotel bar, with some colleagues to wind down from the day. Even though I was not much of a drinker had ended up ordering a glass of red wine.
My compatriots had wandered off after a time, they were single, and these conventions often turned into hook up parties in the evenings, I was both married and far too old to care about things like that, so I figured to finish my glass and head off to bed. As I sipped at my wine, I caught a look at myself in one of the mirrored walls that made the bar seem more significant than it was in actuality. A woman in her mid-fifties stared back at me. I was often told that I did not look my age though and that I could pass for being ten years younger. I was a real redhead (yes, the carpet matched the curtains as they say) with a head of short curly red hair with just a hint of grey surrounding my rather small oval shaped face. The eyes that stared back at me from my reflection were a light shade of brown and buried in a fair-skinned face with just a hint of freckles across my nose and cheeks and a plain nose. My small, boat-shaped mouth was darkened at the moment with a deep pink colored lipstick I had chosen for the day. I was wearing a dark red dress, a bit more daring than what I usually wore but I had been short on outfits to choose from when this unexpected trip had been thrust upon me. The dress folded in two halves held about my middle with a red sash, though it was hooked with some small clasps hidden under the material as well. It was slit slightly down the front giving off a bit of a cleavage view of my creamy white, C-cup breasts, a pair that had grown quite a bit bigger than they had been in my youth thanks to the arrival of middle age. Still, my husband didn't seem to mind the extra flesh he got to play with on occasion.
I was coming close to finishing my wine and asking for the check when a deep voice suddenly rang in my ear from over my shoulder, and I turned to find a tall, dark-haired gentlemen standing over me. I recognized him as Jack one of the organizers of the event, and he was holding a drink in one hand and had the other on the back of my chair as he smiled down.
"Good Evening Jane, hope you are enjoying yourself, would you mind if I sat down?" he asked.
I didn't see the harm, though there are some that would say a married woman should be careful who she drinks with and I knew that Jack was single and he had been drawing many comments from the women at the convention for being, well for lack of a better term, quite a hottie! Still, I was very much in love with my husband, and I figured Jack was just nice checking in with people around the event, playing the kind host.
"Sure, I was just finishing my wine," I said casually.
As Jack took the chair opposite from mine I could see what the other girls were talking about, in his early forties, Jack was like a young Pierce Brosnan clone with steely blue eyes radiating out of his handsome face with his perfect jet black hair and lean athletic build. For a moment, I felt a hint of the attraction that I am sure every girl at the convention had felt at one time or another for Jack, but I quickly dismissed it.
I had always been the good girl, and I certainly wasn't going to change that now as Jack struck up a conversation with me about my involvement with the energy market that eventually moved into how I got started in the industry and then my schooling and where I grew up. I had to admit Jack was very charming, he seemed genuinely interested in getting to know me better, and before I knew it, I had opened up to him quite a bit about my life, even touching on my failed first marriage and my current one. I also found myself drinking a bit more than I intended as Jack ordered me a fresh glass of wine and that turned into two and then three. Before I knew it I was feeling very buzzed and floaty and I realized that I had better take my leave and get back to my room while I could still walk like a lady. I stood from the table finally, ready to say my "goodnights" and head off to bed, but swayed slightly as the wine threw off my balance. Jack was there in an instant to steady me, and I felt a small thrill pass through me at the feel of his strong, warm hands on my arms as he held me erect for a moment.
"Perhaps I should walk with you, wouldn't do for you to slip in those heels on your way to your room," he said.
It seemed like a good idea though I did feel a small alarm bell go off wondering what it would look like to have a very handsome, single man walking me back to my room in the middle of the night. Still, I knew nothing was going to happen and it seemed impolite to brush him off after he had been so nice all evening. We started together walking side by side, as we made our way through the lobby, its soaring gold columns lending it an air of opulent decadence like some palace of old, about halfway to the elevators we passed the promenade, an open-air courtyard and garden that I had heard was quite beautiful.
"Ohhhh.....I will have to check that out if I have time while I'm here, I love flower gardens, and I heard it was very nice" I commented.
"You haven't seen it? You know it looks good even at night, it has lights on all the best plants and arrangements...here allow me," said Jack and he opened the double doors letting in a burst of fragrant night air from the collection of flowers outside. I should have declined, this was starting to head in a very uncomfortable direction and if it hadn't been for all the wine I would have, I mean I should have known better, but I stepped through and into the gardens without a thought not realizing how this could look.
Jack and I walked around for a few minutes admiring the beauty of it all in the deserted gardens before stopping at the far side under a spectacular collection of flowering trees.
"Wow, this is so beautiful" I exclaimed.
"Yes...it certainly is...," said Jack.
It took me a long second before I realized he wasn't looking at the trees but was staring at me when he said that, my heart skipped a beat in my chest as it dawned on me somewhat belatedly that Jack was flirting with me! It had been a long time since a man other than my husband had paid me a compliment and I had to admit coming from an extremely good-looking man like Jack it made me feel very flattered. I should have been thinking about how inappropriate it was but the wine was clouding my usual propriety, and I found myself reacting like a bashful schoolgirl blushing.
"That's sweet of you to say...but you must be very far-sighted," I laughed.
"Not at all...you're gorgeous Jane, easily a match for this garden," he said staring into my eyes with his deep blue ones. I have to admit I got lost in those eyes for a moment, he was simply the most handsome man I had ever had come on to me, and it was a little overwhelming to think of all the hot young women he could be flirting with at this conference he was hitting on me. Still, it was highly inappropriate, and a part of me knew I should be shutting this down and getting myself to my room safely, unfortunately, that part of me was buried under quite a bit of alcohol and was very slow to respond while my libido was kicking into gear and I felt my breath quicken. Suddenly his face seemed to blur, I wondered for a moment if something was wrong with my eyes, it took a second for my brain to catch up with what was happening, and that the blurring of Jacks features was because he had bent toward me. Before I knew what was happening, he was pressing his soft, firm lips to mine.
What should have happened next would have been an indignant reproach on my part at the boldness of this man trying to kiss a married woman and take advantage of the apparent fact that she had had too much to drink...that's what should have happened. What did happen was we kissed, and by that I mean sadly I was a willing participant, sliding my arms around his waist as he pushed his lips slowly against the creamy, lipstick covered softness of my own...touching them gently together as he sent slow shivers through my body. Jack was admittedly a genuinely great kisser, and I felt myself enjoying the feel of his mouth on mine as the kiss deepened, I felt his tongue brush against the outside of my lips and I naturally just fell further into the embrace. I opened my mouth wider and let him slide his tongue in running the tip against the warm flesh of my own. I pressed my tongue back against his with a soft moan escaping my throat, I have always loved to French kiss, and it took about half a second for things to heat up as we started to run our tongues all over each other's sliding and to press them together. I was, at least for the moment, completely lost in what was happening, shamelessly making out with this stranger, kissing him with fire and lust as he wrapped his arms tighter around me and pulled me to his chest. My breasts were pressing into him and sending a wave of desire crashing through me that left my pussy damp between my legs.
