At last it was the coffee break. Zoe stepped outside to check her messages:
"How's it going? X"
"Useful rather than interesting lol x"
A few seconds later:
"At least that's something. Enjoy part 2 x"
"I'll try x"
She went back in to grab a coffee before the seminar re-started. As she poured her drink a voice beside her caused her to jump, nearly spilling the contents of the cup "Milk and sugar?. She turned to see one of her fellow delegates with the milk jug in his hand and an apologetic look on his face "Sorry, didn't meant to scare you".
Zoe smiled at him "No problem, I was miles away. And no thank you".
"No worries. Guess we'd better get back for round two. Maybe I'll catch up with at lunch?"
"Sure, why not".
Sitting down to resume being educated Zoe couldn't help sneaking glances at the guy she could be joining for lunch. There was no doubting his good looks, and even from her brief encounter with him over coffee she could tell that he had an easy, confident charm about him.
The second part of the seminar was both less interesting and less relevant, leaving Zoe's mind wandering. To her surprise these mental meanderings included her fellow delegate, leading her to sneak glances at him when she thought he wasn't looking. She had always had a thing about men in nice suits and to her eye his did indeed qualify as nice. The more glances she stole the more she came to consider that what was inside the suit looked quite nice too. Not that she was interested of course. Just casually observing.
Finally the clock dragged itself round to the lunch break and Zoe headed out to help herself to the buffet. Finding an empty seat she had just started to pick at her food when she heard "Mind if I join you?" Even before she looked up she recognised the voice as the guy from the coffee break. She nodded her assent as she frantically chewed her food. "Sorry" he smiled as he sat down next to her "more bad timing." Finally she swallowed and turned to smile back "No worries, you couldn't just stand there waiting for me to finish eating."
They made small talk over their lunch and Zoe had to admit that he was good, relaxed company as well as being the owner of a sharp suit. After they finished eating they half turned towards each other to carry on their conversation. As they did so she noticed his eyes widening slightly as he looked down. Following his gaze she saw that her dress had ridden up further than she had realised, and most of her thighs were exposed to his sight. Zoe blushed bright red, apologising as she pulled her hem down to try and recover her modesty. "No apology needed" he grinned "you've got great legs."
His comment did nothing to reduce the redness of her face as she got to her feet mumbling something about freshening up before the afternoon session. Splashing her face with cold water in the Ladies, she wondered whether she should have been offended by his blatant staring and casual reference to her legs. In reality she felt flattered by his attentions, and if she was honest with herself perhaps just a little excited by them. Trying to regain her composure she left it until the last minute before re-entering the conference room.
For the first few minutes she steadfastly kept her focus on the presenter, but gradually her resolve weakened and once again she commenced casting surreptitious glances in the direction of the man in the suit. Each time she looked across at him she remembered how she had inadvertently flashed almost the full length of her thighs at him. And he had openly stared and enjoyed it!
Her imagination wandered to places it really shouldn't have gone, wondering if he would like another flash of her thighs, or even whether he would like to see more. Zoe felt her nipples hardening as tried to picture his reaction if he got a glimpse of them down her top. Although her dress was not particularly low cut she knew from past experience of catching other men looking that it did occasionally allow a glimpse of her breasts to the appropriately vigilant. She rarely wore a bra and today was no exception, leaving her thinking about how she could engineer a situation where he would be able to see down the top of her dress.
On a sensible, rational level she knew that she shouldn't be thinking like this, but on a more elemental level there was no denying the pleasurable sensations that her musings were creating. She was looking forward to getting back to her room and telling Adam all about her day on Skype. She knew how much it turned him on when other men found her sexy, and more than once he had asked her what she would like to do with some guy that they saw in a restaurant or down the gym. Sometimes he would send her teasing texts when she was home alone with tradesmen, asking her what they were like and what she was wearing for them. Occasionally she had responded by wearing a tight skimpy top that she knew allowed her nipples to poke through the flimsy material, and once she even answered the door wearing just a floaty dressing gown, loosely tied with nothing on underneath. But nothing had ever gone beyond flirting, followed by a trip to her bedroom to enjoy a few quality moments with her vibrating friend.
Eventually the afternoon session ground to a halt and Zoe packed her things away to head back to her room. However she had barely got to her feet when she heard a now familiar voice "Fancy a quick drink to recover?"
Even as she was in the process of thinking of a suitable excuse to decline and head back to her room she heard herself say "Sure, why not? That would be nice."
They headed off to the hotel bar, where they somehow ended up sitting at a table in a quiet corner. Without even waiting to ask what she wanted he headed off to get drinks. Zoe gulped as she saw him returning with two glasses and a bottle of Prosecco. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy drinking it, but she knew what impact the bubbles had on her inhibitions, turning her from a sensible grown woman to a giggling teenager.
Setting the glasses down he poured them both a drink and raised his glass. "Cheers. We made it through the whole day."
"Cheers. Yes we did, even if it wasn't always easy going."
"I'm Dan by the way."
"Sorry, I'm Zoe. Can't believe I let you buy me a drink before I even knew your name."
"Now that I know your name what else should I know about you?"
After the predictably awkward and stilted start to this conversation they were soon chatting away like old friends. It helped that they were both enthusiastic about keeping fit and healthy. His obvious flattery and the effect of the tiny bubbles in the drink did no harm either. In less than an hour they were part way down their last glass and as the conversation got more personal and risqué the level of physical contact increased. Initially matters were emphasised by a gesture, which progressed to a light touch on the hand or arm, and finally Dan made a point by touching Zoe's bare thigh.
He left his hand there just long enough for her to ask him to remove it if she wasn't comfortable. When no such request was made his next point was emphasised by placing his hand on her thigh and leaving it there. Immediately their conversation dried up as they looked at each other, both uncertain about where this was going. As his hand started to slowly work its way upwards she regained some semblance of self-control.
"Err, I think I need to go get ready for dinner."
"Of course, sorry. I didn't mean to go too far. Hope I haven't made you feel uncomfortable?"
"No, it's been nice. It's just I need to, you know..." Zoe trailed off unsure what she needed to do. With one last swig she finished her drink and stood up to go. Dan stood as well and gave her a smile. "At least let me walk you back to your room."
Nodding her assent she headed for the lift, his hand gently resting on her waist as he walked beside her. Relief and disappointment mingled incongruously when Zoe saw that they were not alone as the doors slid open. However she was fairly sure that none of the other people crammed in there with them noticed as Dan placed his hands on her hips and pulled her back against him so that she could feel his hard bulge pressing against her lower back. Not wanting to draw attention to what was happening she made no attempt to pull away from him until the doors opened on her floor.
They were the only people to get off at the 9th floor and she allowed his hand to rest on her hip as they walked down the corridor to her room. As she scanned the key she wondered what she would say if he invited himself in, but he spared her having to make the decision. "Fancy joining me for dinner later?"
"I guess. What time?"
"Around eight? I'll give you a knock on my way down."
And with a peck on the cheek he was on his way back down the corridor. The moment Zoe got into her room she had her laptop open and was calling Adam's Skype account.
"Hi sweetie, how was the course?"
"More interesting than usual" she replied with a slightly mischievous smile playing around her mouth. As she was saying this she was unfastening the zip on her dress and easing it down her body. Even allowing for the imperfections of the laptop's inbuilt camera Adam could see that her nipples were erect.
"What sort of course is this again?" he grinned. "I can see how much you enjoyed it!"
Zoe proceeded to tell Adam about her afternoon and her encounters with Dan. As she spoke she could see his hand disappearing from view, and by the time she got to the bit where Dan pressed against her in the lift it was obvious what he was doing with it.
"I hope you don't mind" she said, looking into the camera for approval.
