The Uninvited Guest Pt. 01

Last year, I was sent to a conference in Dallas by my work. The conference was held in a pretty nice hotel downtown, and my work was covering all the expenses. I'd been to dozens of conferences just like this one over the years, and was kind of dreading going to another one. They were all pretty much the same, and even if I occasionally learned some new piece of information at one of the sessions, or made contacts with others in the industry, I hated being away from home and my family.

This one was different, though. On the first day, I showed up for a session and scanned the room for an empty seat. Most of the tables were full, but one of the tables near the back only had a single occupant, a tan woman with long black hair pulled into a ponytail, wearing a sharp white blouse and a tight blue pencil skirt. She had fairly large breasts and an athletic build. She looked magnificent, and I must admit, slightly intimidating in her business attire.

I approached the table and asked "Is this seat open?"

She nodded and said "Mm hmm" without looking at me. Her eyes remained locked onto her laptop screen as she scrutinized whatever it was she was working on before the session started. I sat down, pulled my laptop out of my bag, and set up shop for the next hour.

As I opened my laptop, I couldn't help but notice a friendly, sweet smell in the air. I'm not a perfume expert, but I detected notes of jasmine and honey. I also thought I could smell a faint hint of cigarette smoke. I chuckled a bit as I had smelled that combination before at nightclubs and strip joints. The woman next to me glowered at her screen stone faced, betraying no emotion or awareness of my presence.

For the next 50 minutes, I tried to pay attention to the speaker at the front of the room, but I found it difficult to focus. I kept looking out the corner of my eye at the stone cold beauty to my right. She occasionally wrote down a note or tapped out a message on her laptop, but she generally appeared disinterested in whatever the speaker was talking about. At one point, she looked at her computer screen and frowned, then started rapidly typing on her keyboard.

I looked back at my screen and then looked toward the front of the room. The speaker mentioned something about "actionable metrics displayed in real time" but I admit I had not been attention to the presentation and really didn't care about what he had to say. I looked at my watch and saw there was only about 10 minutes left in the session.

The woman continued typing furiously before exhaling sharply and rubbing her temples. I almost asked if everything was all right, but I didn't know her, and it truly wasn't my business. The session wrapped up and a sea of people streamed toward the exits. As the woman stood up to leave, I took note of her conference badge. Her name was Katrina. Such a pretty name, I thought, befitting the beauty who bore it.

Although I attended a few more sessions before lunch, I wasn't getting much from them. There was something about that woman I had seen, about Katrina, that just kept needling my brain. I couldn't help but laugh at how ridiculous I was being. My company had spent thousands of dollars to buy my ticket to this conference, fly me to Dallas, and put me up in a pretty nice hotel. And all I was doing was mooning over some strange woman I happened to sit near for less than an hour. She was a beautiful woman, yes, but she was at this conference for work the same as the rest of the attendees. She didn't need me objectifying her, and besides, I'm happily married. Still, it is nice to admire and appreciate beauty in this world.

During a mid-afternoon break, the conference set up tables in the main hallway with drinks and snacks. As I reached for a bottled water from one of the tables, I felt someone reach past me. A familiar smell of jasmine tickled my nose. "Sorry, can I squeeze in here and grab one of those fruit smoothies before they're all gone?"

It was her! "Be my guest," I said as I stepped aside. She grabbed a bottled Odwalla smoothie and stepped back from the table.

"Thanks. They never stock enough of these at this conference."

"I know, right? Hi, I'm Eric, by the way."

"Hi Eric. We 'met' earlier today. Sorry if I wasn't terribly personable this morning. Shit always blows up when I'm out of the office. I'm Katrina."

"Katrina, don't worry about it. I understand completely. Sometimes I feel like my whole company would fall apart if I wasn't working there."

Just then, a tone sounded indicating sessions would be starting in 5 minutes. Katrina drank her smoothie quickly and smiled ruefully. "Sorry to cut this short, but I need to take care of some business before the next session. See you around, Eric." I tried not to stare at her shapely ass as she walked away, but I couldn't help myself.

With a few minutes before the next session, I figured I had enough time take care of some business myself. I spotted the sign for the restrooms and walked in the direction indicated by the arrow. After a longer walk than I expected, I found another sign with an arrow pointing down a long hall. Naturally, there was quite a line in front of the women's room. I continued walking, expecting to find the men's room just a bit further down the hall. Unfortunately, there was a sign taped to the door. "CLOSED. Please use Men's Room on 3rd Floor until further notice."

How the fuck was I supposed to get to the third floor and back before the sessions started? The elevators in this hotel were slow as hell. I would be late for my next session, but I really needed to piss. Maybe I could find some stairs and get up to the 3rd floor faster than going back to the main lobby and waiting for the elevator.

Sure enough, a little further down the hallway, I found a door to a stairwell. As soon as I opened it, I heard the unmistakable sound of liquid falling into a container. I poked my head in and looked around, only to see Katrina with her skirt pulled up above her hips, holding the Odwalla bottle below her pussy, which was well-groomed and topped with a wide strip of trimmed black hair.. A thick stream of golden piss flowed from between her smooth, swollen pussy lips into the bottle.

"Oh, shit!" she yelped as she looked up, startled by the interruption. Her piss stream cut off abruptly. "Oh, it's you! Looks like you caught me. What are you going to do?" She looked at me plaintively. She seemed frozen, naked from the waist down. I looked around and counted my lucky stars.

"Uh..." I wasn't sure what to say or do. "Well, uh..." Why couldn't I think? Why were the words not coming forth? "Uh, well... uh... I mean, I guess uh... this could be our secret?"

A look of immense relief washed over her face and she smiled. "I was hoping you'd say something like that." Then she started pissing again. The yellow stream had a musical quality as it fell into the opening atop the juice bottle, it's pitch ascending as the bottle filled up. Eventually, the capacity of Katrina's bladder exceeded that of the bottle, leading to rivulets of piss overflowing the bottle, washing down its walls, and flowing over the floor. I stood, utterly captivated by the sight and sound of this beautiful woman urinting rapturously in the stairwell of a four-star hotel. "Ohh... that's better," she sighed as he pulled her skirt back down.

I stood there with my mouth agape for just a moment too long. She thankfully punctuated the silence by asking "Which session are you headed to next?" The conference! That's why I was here. My brain felt swollen (and not just my brain). I could not focus at all, trying to process what I had seen, plus I still had to piss myself. "Oh, uh right. Uh, I can't remember, I'll need to look at the agenda. Honestly, I need to head up to the 3rd floor and hit the bathroom first. I hope I see you again, though."

I started to run up the stairs but she stopped me. "Wait! There's a perfectly good bathroom right here." She winked at me. "You saw me. Fair's fair."

"But, I don't have a bottle or anything to piss in."

She scoffed. "Fuck this place anyway. Serves them right for closing the bathrooms on this floor in the middle of the conference." With that, she kicked over the bottle she'd filled with her own piss, sending it spilling all over the floor. "Oops. Looks like there's a mess any way, but you could use that bottle if you want."

My god. I felt utterly intoxicated by this woman. Against my better judgment, I unzipped my trousers and pulled my erect cock through the opening. She whistled approvingly. I aimed at the wall and started peeing. She moved her hands close to my exposed, pissing penis and asked "May I?"

"Yeah," I managed to respond, although I could barely hear the question over the sound of my heart beating in my ears. She grabbed it and started moving it around, darkening the concrete walls with my piss in a random, yet artistically pleasing way. I moaned with relief as the power of my stream waned. She redirected the stream on the the tipped over juice bottle, commingling our piss into a little lake all over the floor. "Oh my god," I sputtered, trying to catch my breath.

"Let's get the fuck out of here," Katrina said while chuckling. "That was fucking awesome. I like you, Eric. I think we're gonna be good friends."

We quietly made our way back to the ballrooms where the conference was taking place. I looked over my shoulder several times to check if anyone had seen us or was following us. I was convinced that at any second, hotel security was going to detain us while the police were called, or we would be asked to leave the property. But Katrina walked confidently, unbothered aloof. She betrayed no indication that she had just redecorated the stairwell with our piss. In retrospect, if I had known what else she was capable of, what else she would do over the next several days, I would have been pretty calm too. This was, in the grand scheme of things, pretty tame by her standards.