We sipped our drinks in the lobby bar of the conference hotel. Over the course of the last ninety minutes our discussion had turned increasingly personal and intense, just the two of us, the rest of the crowd shut out. The hour was late and we didn’t even notice that virtually all of the other attendees at this small conference had retired for the night. Finally, we too realized that it was getting really late. I paid the tab and we headed to the elevator.
We first met several years ago. We worked for different companies in the same industry and served on an association board together. My first reaction upon meeting her was that she was adorably cute, in a suburban mom kind of way. Petite, pretty but not beautiful, intriguing. Over that first year, I came to view her as rather quietly arrogant, and while I found her surprisingly attractive, I was rather put off by her manner.
Over time, however, as we got to know one another and worked together, my opinion began to gradually soften. We often engaged in long discussions, and while we often didn’t see eye to eye we respected one another. I would say we became close, as close as business associates can be. Don’t get me wrong, it was all business. But there was something a bit more that hung in the air. If it’s true that the brain is an erogenous zone, then that explains in part what seemed to be happening between us, at least as viewed from my perspective. It wasn’t looks alone. Yes, I was attracted to her physically, but honestly she wouldn’t have stopped me on the street. The chemistry between us was more than skin deep.
While I sometimes fantasized about it, the difference in our ages and our professional relationship quickly disabused me of any notion that we would ever be anything other than business colleagues. Besides, we were both married and absolutely nothing about either one of us suggested we would be the type to stray.
So here we were, on the elevator, very late, both a long way from home. I must admit the alcohol had its effect on me, and I suspect the same must have been true for her, since we were bantering playfully and standing way too close to one another. It turned out that we were staying on the same floor, and as I turned left to head to my room, so did she. We paused, laughed at the coincidence, and walked down the hallway together. We came to the door for my room first and she lingered, turning to me.
“I had a really nice time tonight, Chris. You’re so smart and engaging, challenging even. I hope I didn’t keep you out too late.”
“I had a terrific time as well, Lisa. It was an unexpected delight. Sweet dreams and see you in the morning.”
Something took a hold of me, and I leaned forward to give her a hug. She returned the embrace and without thinking I gave her a little kiss on the top of her head. The next thing I knew she was gazing up into my eyes and she planted a tender kiss on my neck. In no time we were inside my room. How we got there is a lost in a haze, but we were kissing passionately, as only lovers can do. My heart was pounding. I pushed her up against the wall and began to unbutton her blouse, button by glorious button. I slipped the blouse off her shoulders to reveal a demure bra encasing her 34B breasts. She unbuttoned my shirt. I unfastened the bra and her pert little breasts were revealed, her nipples standing erect as a sign of her arousal. I took her hand and led her to the bed. We lay, embracing passionately, making out like two teenagers. My hand traveled up her leg under her skirt and found her panties, damp with desire. I rubbed her through the fabric and she let out little whimpers. I reached around the edge and dipped a finger into her. She was wet, incredibly so, and arched her back as I slid another finger in and began to massage her g-spot.
I stood and slid her skirt off, leaving her on the bed in just her panties. I took off my pants, clad now only in my boxers. My rock hard cock pushed out from within its confines and a large wet spot was visible where my precum had leaked. I lay on top of her and kissed her, our tongues dancing, her little whimpers audible once again. My body on auto-pilot, driven by animal instincts, I began to grind into her and then guided my cock out through the opening in front of my boxers. I slid my bare cock up and down her slit, still covered by her panties. I could feel her heat through the sheer fabric and it only made me harder. I continued to tease both of us as I reached down, slid her panties aside, and carefully moved the head of my cock back and forth over her lips without inserting it.
We had arrived at the moment of truth. I looked directly into her eyes, all of my erotic energy flowing out to her as I pierced her with my gaze.
“Are you okay with this?”
“God, yes! I’ve never wanted anything so badly. Do you have a condom?”
Oh, right. Of course. Only one problem. As a monogamous man, I didn’t exactly travel with them. The moment was in danger of being killed. I jumped up and began to throw clothes on as quickly as I could. “Don’t move, I’ll be right back.”
I literally ran to the elevator. My cock was raging inside my pants; I had left my shirt untucked to hide my arousal. Down to the lobby. Fortunately, the gift shop was still open. Condoms, condoms, have to be some here somewhere, what hotel doesn’t sell them? Finally, I see them hanging from a peg. A quick glance around. No one I recognized in the vicinity. I hastened to the counter. Hurry, hurry, before someone sees me buying these. The clerk was agonizingly slow. No, I don’t need the receipt. I grabbed the bottle of water I’d purchased as a cover and slid the box of Trojans into my jacket pocket. Waiting for the elevator I heard a voice.
“Hey Chris, funny seeing you down here; I thought I was the last man standing.”
“Ha, you were, I just realized I needed a bottle of water – had to come all the way back down for it”. I waved the bottle. We rode up the elevator and made small talk. Excitement coursed through me knowing that he had no idea who and what awaited me, and what was in my pocket. I exited and walked down the hall, heart pounding. Fumbling for the card key, I unlocked the door, still so hard I could burst, heart hammering, adrenaline rushing.
She was gone. No sign of what had transpired other than a rumpled bedspread and the faint lingering scent of her.
