Chapter 1
The sun was really scorching that day. Pam got off the van and immediately felt the hot pavement under the sole of her shoes. She was already feeling the start of a headache which was probably gonna get worse as the day progressed. It never got easier to attend one of these conferences. "TICs into the classroom and their effects on education" was the name this time. At least 5 teachers had to attend from her school in order to maintain their accreditations and Pam had drawn the short straw. At least the school provided the transport and offered part of the hotel accommodations.
They wanted all 5 teachers to remain in a single room. Preposterous. Pam liked her privacy so she put up some of her own money to get a room just for her. It cost a bit more, but, if she had to go through with the conferences, she at least had to have some alone time afterwards to relax.
She went to the reception and asked for her key. While the clerk checked her in and got her key, Pam was scanning the room. As it always had, these things were packed with mostly female teachers, most of them over the age of 40 or 50, just as she had just turned 50, she felt everyone there could have been colleagues. She could already imagine the conversations she would have. Complaints on how the bureaucracy is suffocating them at school, how children are difficult to deal with if you don't have enough patience, and all the stories of crazy parents that couldn't follow simple instructions, like not sending their kid to school if they were sick. Although it proved to be a cathartic experience to chat about these things with other teachers, she didn't have in mind spending three days chatting about school when it was not necessary.
As she was scanning the lobby, waiting for her key, Pam saw people entering and leaving the place, groups of four or five people chatting with the uncertainty of people who just arrived at an event and haven't got indications as to where to go yet, and people going in and out of the elevators. A laugh caught her attention. It was a deep laugh and so genuine, not one of those socially courteous laughs. It came from near the elevator. As she glanced over, she saw a man walking towards the elevator next to a woman in a gray vest, probably a concierge or a bellhop, though she wasn't carrying any suitcases. The man was black and at least 6 feet tall. He was towering above the woman, who apparently was telling a very cute anecdote. The smile on that man was just gorgeous, his teeth were pristine white and his eyes had a spark of real happiness, something so uncommon to find in people working the field of education, especially working with 3rd graders, as Pam was. He probably hadn't been teaching that long, thought Pam, and his young age was another hint towards that conclusion. He couldn't have been older than 30 years old, at most.
"Mrs. Smith, your key?" Pam hadn't realized the clerk was trying to get her attention. She was so focused on that black young man that she forgot where she was for a second. She turned around and apologized to the clerk, who asked her for a signature so he could give her her roomkey. Pam took her key and grabbed her suitcase. When she turned to the elevators, the man was no longer there.
When she got to her room, she took a bath to freshen up from the long drive. She wanted to be comfortable when the activities began. While in the shower, she couldn't stop thinking about the man she just saw. His white smile and that hearty laugh. She wished she were that woman that was with him. She could only imagine being the target of that great smile. Having those pretty eyes looking at her and walking together to her room.
She stopped herself from continuing fantasizing or she wouldn't be able to get dressed in time for the opening ceremony. As she got out of the shower with a towel still around her waist, she opened up her suitcase. Another reason she wanted to have a room all to herself was displayed in front of her. She had planned on putting on a black skirt that reached a little above her knee and a peach buttoned down blouse with short sleeves, and a couple of moon-shaped earrings. However, what the other attendees weren't going to see was that underneath her clothes, she was going to be wearing a black lace thong, and a matching black lace bra. She would also wear her thigh stockings and they were going to be held up by a garter belt.
As she put her lingerie on she turned to look in the mirror. She was a beautiful woman with a tight body that made men drool over her. She was always catching glances of parents at her school and other faculty members. If only they knew what she liked to wear underneath. When she was working she used cotton knickers and a sports bra. Comfort is far more important when dealing with 3rd graders. But when she wasn't at work, she liked feeling sexy. Feeling the soft thigh stockings caressing her legs, making every single brush of her skirt or dress give a tingle that sends an electric jolt of pleasure throughout her skin, and sitting down feeling how her garter belt stretches to stop her stockings from rolling down and exposing her bare skin. The 32A lace bra left her breasts feeling more exposed and able to feel every single caress. Her sensitive nipples felt the occasional arousal of her clothes and made Pam inhale deeply following the pleasure of the soft touch of her clothes. Her thong made her feel special, too. Feeling the silk enclose her pussy and slid in her ass made for a very daring feeling. Wherever she was as soon as she sat down, she felt the thong press against her sex and it sparked the gentle touch of a lover, giving her a lovely imaginary scenario where she was somewhere else being loved instead of wherever she was.
When she went down to the lobby to meet her colleagues and prepare to enter the inauguration ceremony for the two day conference, she was feeling full of energy and with no signs of headaches. Her four coworkers and her entered an auditorium with about 20 rows of chairs in front of a stage and they took seats about ten chairs from the podium. Pam sat next to the aisle and was checking the schedule for the conferences she had been handed as she entered the room.
As she was considering which conference to attend, a strong cologne made her raise her sight and look around. It was a strong oaky cologne that was so exquisite that she couldn't help but fill her lungs completely with the aroma. As she turned right, she saw a very tall man, with his back to her, talking with a group of people at the other side of the aisle. It was her mysterious handsome man, towering above all others. He said goodbye to the group he was talking to and turned to head to the stage, before advancing he glanced around the place with a smile and he caught a glimpse of Pam, a couple feet from him, and stopped for just a fraction of a second during which their eyes connected. She wasn't sure if she imagined it or not, but she was very much sure his smile grew when he saw her. Not a friendly smile, but a daring smile. This made Pam feel more aware of her lingerie underneath and felt her breathing accelerated a little and her face slightly blush, which was more than enough to make it evident given her light skin.
She kept her gaze on him as he moved toward the stage. When the inauguration began, the organizer presented some of the main conferencists. Her mysterious black man was named Deshawn. He was going to present one conference at 6. She made a circle in her schedule to make sure not to forget to go see him. When the inauguration was over, Pam and her colleagues gathered and were discussing who would attend which conferences, as they were required to assist all of them. Rhonda, Pam's colleague, wanted to attend the conference given by Deshawn. Pam's interjections that she was intrigued and wanted to attend were thwarted by Rhonda's assurance that she would share her full notes with all of them and they weren't going to miss a thing. Pam knew Rhonda wanted to go for the same reason she herself wanted to go, to be near Deshawn, but couldn't find a valid reason why she had to attend instead of Rhonda.
The conferences came and went and by 7 all of them had concluded. They had some spare time to relax and have some dinner. There was a meal scheduled for all attendees at the restaurant of the hotel, but Pam wasn't feeling particularly hungry so, instead of joining her work team, she decided to head out of the hotel and see a bit of the city. She didn't get far, as she went to a restaurant around the corner and sat at the bar and ordered a drink. She was daydreaming looking at her half empty glass when she was startled.
"Mind if I join you?" Pam looked upwards to see Deshawn standing next to her. He was giving her a warm smile. "I don't want to sit alone and I thought you may like the company".
"Yeah, sure". Pam said after a bit of delay. She tried hard not to feel blushed. She was suddenly very conscious of her lingerie and could feel her nipples starting to tingle from even the slightest brush of her shirt.
"Thank you. I think I saw you at the hotel. Are you one of the teachers from this city?"
"Yeah, I was there, but I'm not from around here". Now up close, Pam could see that he seemed even younger than she thought. Probably 25.
"Not many of the visitors dared to venture outside the hotel".
"I just wanted a different environment for a moment".
"I can understand that. I thought I would get the chance to see you during my conference. Was it another lecture that caught your eye?" Deshawn gave her a confident smile. He seemed to be very aware of his looks and how some women reacted towards him. Pam was feeling very attracted, but she was no stranger to faking coolness and confidence in front of an audience. It was the daily bread of a teacher.
