At a conference in Ft. Lauderdale, there were about 350 people there who all looked like they were serious about conferencing. You could tell by the way they carried their notebooks everywhere they went and by the copious amount of notes they took as the speakers gave their presentation. I wasn't too wild about the conference, but I had attended because I was staffing the display booth our company had there.
Just before the break for dinner, this lady came to my booth more to see what goodies I was giving away than to find out what our company had to offer. There were very few people hanging around the display area because I think many of them had gone outside the building for dinner at a restaurant. This gave me a lot of alone time with the lady, and we talked about everything under the sun.
"Isn't this conference the shits?" she said.
"It's not my best one, that's for sure," I told her. I also explained that it was my turn to staff the booth this year.
"Poor Baby," she said. "I only came here to get away from my asshole husband."
I thought to myself that this lady was looking for something and it wasn't what I was giving away from the company.
"How would you like to go for a later dinnere after the display area closes?" I asked her.
"Well, now, isn't this my lucky day! I suppose you gathered that I was interested in finding someone to chum around with, so the answer is yes. I'd love to go eat with you."
When she said that, I sort of had a bit of grin on the corner of my mouth because I didn't think she was aware of here double-entendre.
"I saw that smile, Buddy. By the way, my name is Jennifer--not Jennie, please. What's yours?" she asked.
I told her my name and suggested we meet around 7:30 and we could go out for dinner. She was staying at the same hotel as I was, so it was easy to meet her.
She said, "I'm in Room 1315. Call me anytime. Maybe we could have drinks first."
"Hey, I'm just down the hall from you. I'm in 1328. Yeah, I'll see how things work out here." I said.
About 30 minutes later, I closed the booth for the night and went back to my room and showered. My dick was quite hard as I soaped up thinking that Jennifer might be the one to take the boredom away from this conference.
I had just gotten out of the shower when the phone rang.
"You like white wine?" the voice asked.
I figured it must be Jennifer and I told her that I did. She invited me to her room for a drink before we went out for dinner. I told her I just had to get dressed and I'll be along. I put on a white shirt under this candy-apple red cashmere sweater I had gotten for Christmas, black slacks and checked myself in the mirror before I left my room.
I walked up to her room and tapped on the door.
"It's open a bit, Bruce. Come on in."
I walked into her room; and before I could say anything she said, "Wow, that's a hot looking sweater. You look terrific."
I thanked her for the compliment and took one look at her. She was wearing a white blouse which highlighted her ample tits. The first two buttons were undone; but from where I was standing, nothing was revealed.
I walked over to her window; and since she was on the opposite side of the hall, her room faced the water. I pulled back the curtain so I could look out and said to her, "What a great view."
She said, "Yeah, not bad from here either."
