It was almost nine-thirty. Most of the attendees had bailed during the last half hour; just six of us left. Steph and Jerry finished their drinks and stood up to go. They only lived about fifteen minutes away from the hotel, so they'd go home. The other couple, Dan and Janice, would be spending the night, as would I. I lived an hour from where we were, those two even farther.
That left Kelsey. I did not know where she lived but I suspected she planned to stay the night or she'd have left already. I actually wondered why she was still there.
We were the only two singles that had attended this, the third training symposium mandated by our new employer. They had new ways of doing things; everybody's job was affected, so they mandated these formal sessions to not only intro those new procedures, but also to build more camaraderie between departments.
Spouses were welcome to attend the provided dinner, but not sit in on the sessions themselves; most brought their significant others. Plus, of course, many couples both worked there, so that made it more convenient for employees and employer alike.
After the Friday night dinner there was the actual company presentation, then a half-hour or more of informal dialog, and then dismissal or a little socializing. Since many of the employees lived an hour or more away the company was providing the night at the hotel for any feeling they needed to stay after a long day.
The six of us had decided to have a drink or two from the hotel bar and just sit around bullshitting. I'd worked with Janice for some years two years ago so we were well acquainted, and I'd met Dan once or twice. Jerry and Steph both worked in my department.
Kelsey worked in a totally different function, but she and I knew each other by sight and name and exchanged greetings and smiles when we saw each other at work.
All I knew about her was that she was unconventional--probably on purpose--seemed nice and friendly to almost everybody, and was pretty, with curly dark brown hair and deeply dark brown eyes, but light skin--a stunningly beautiful complexion. If she wore any makeup, it was too subtle to be noticeable. Her skin glowed. It was flawless, as smoothly healthy as a happy child's.
The two things I liked about her, besides that she had pretty features and what I considered an attractive build, was that complexion and she had great legs. She may have been a touch thin in the calves, but her thighs were perfect, as the shorts she wore in the summer revealed. I'd imagined getting my face in between those legs, kissing, licking, and nibbling her inner thighs for many long minutes, working my way to the conjunction, and following my instincts.
I finished my drink and stood up. Kelsey did likewise. As I walked to the lobby she fell in step next to me. She's about two inches shorter than I. Her right hand found my left and interlaced her fingers with mine. She looked at me.
"Do you mind?"
"Of course not. But may I return the gesture with one of my own?"
She looked puzzled but said sure.
I stopped walking long enough to kiss her briefly on the cheek.
"Thanks. I've wanted to do that for a long time."
I steered us on a side trip to the little area with free coffee and tea and a couple of vending machines. I turned and faced her, but we kept our fingers interlaced. She put her left arm on my right shoulder and I put my right hand on her waist. We were waltzing, but without music or movement.
"Why this sudden though very welcome interest?"
"It's not that sudden, it's just that this is the first opportunity I've had to express it. As to why, Fred, it's because I like what you write."
"You've read my books?"
"Huh? No, I didn't know you'd written any books. I like the writing you publish on Literotica."
"How do you know which stories are mine?"
"Kevin told me. I often score for the shooting competitions and Kevin is a regular, plus an organizer and scheduler. After the shoots we often go to a bar and have a drink or two or twelve. Kevin and three or four other regulars usually tell me I'm welcome to join them and I usually do."
"Yeah I know Kevin's a good shooter, and he's mentioned more than once that one of the ladies that scores for them joins them for drinks after. He didn't tell me it was you."
"I'm not the only one. Anyhow, on one of those nights somehow the subject of sex came up, no surprise, and one of the guys wondered about free porn. Kevin told him--us--about Literotica. He even told us that you had a few stories in there under a pen name.
"After the party broke up I nagged him until he told me your pen name. Then over the next three weekends, when I've had time, I've read all your stories."
"Kevin talks too much."
"Maybe Kevin talks just the right amount. First, I like what you don't write. You don't do anal--"
"Nope, it holds no attraction for me."
"Me neither. You aren't obsessed with big boobs--"
"My preferences are for small and firm. Too small is much better than too big, but just right has a large range. I am extra-fond of nipples."
"And there's never anything forced, or even coerced, including no BDSM and no horror."
"Also true. One of the young female readers asked me to do a story about sex with an uncle, which made for "Uncle's Comfort." But she wanted the sex to be forced at least some, and I told her sorry, I don't believe in that. I guess she wasn't thrilled with the story, but it's one of my top-rated ones, maybe even first."
"See? Our tastes run in common. Also, I like the fact that all the sex involves love, or at least sincere affection. None of just fucking strangers to get off, or even having revenge sex or domination sex. Plus, your male hero always wants to make sure his lady gets the big O at least once before he has his."
"Idealized sex, totally subjective. So, Kelsey, am I too bold to think you're interested in a little intimacy tonight?"
"No, you're not too bold but no, I'm not interested in a little intimacy tonight. I'm hoping for a lot of really intimate intimacy. Like what Greg gave Olivia, or James gave Jennifer."
"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you, but you've got me horny enough to let you risk it. How 'bout we go to my room, or your room, and continue there?"
"I was about to suggest the same thing."
So we did, still holding hands, Kelsey bouncing along like a school girl. I told you she was unconventional.
I'd checked in when I first arrived so my overnight bag was already in the room on the fifth floor. Her room was just down the hall. She hurried to hers, grabbed her own bag and hurried back to mine. On her way I noticed even further down the hall two couples I recognized from work going into one room. Their body language screamed "eager."
Kelsey almost dragged me into the room, shut the door, dropped her bag, put her arms around my neck and kissed me full-out on the lips. She pushed her front hard against me and offered her tongue for attention.
