She was wearing her nice underwear, the basque and stockings that made her feel special. She always wore nice underwear when she had an important meeting or presentation as it made her happy knowing the men watching her didn't know how naughty she looked if she took off her outer clothes. Her mentor had always taught her to look special both under and over to face her colleagues in a male-dominated world.
During the break men constantly approached her to make smalltalk. Now in her late 40's she had developed a fuller but curvy figure and she always dressed to impress and applied an appropriate amount of make-up such that men gravitated towards her, especially during conferences like this. They always thought they had a chance despite their unattractive appearance, body odour and the fact that they had wives back at home. "Oh they can dream," she thought. This time though one man stood out. He was smartly dressed and she was introduced to him later in the day. They exchanged the usual small talk but that was about it.
It was only later, back in her room before dinner that she thought about him a bit more. She took off her skirt and decided to strip down to just her underwear. Her heels lay resting on her feet, each shoe was balanced on the toe and she finally began to relax. As her mind wandered she thought of the man who stood out, the only one she would allow into her bedroom. "Shameful hussy," she thought about herself. Her husband was back at home and she had no complaints there but she did wondered what it would be like to take another man after so many years of monogamy and marriage. What would it be like to take a younger man, he would be likely to put his face down there, a technique her husband had given up on years ago and she had reciprocated by not blowing him either.