At the Convention

Her voice was full of weariness as she said, "I had to make myself more comfortable. I've been on my feet all day. I didn't think you would mind nor think me less professional."

"Not at all," I said handing her a copy of my notes, I had stopped at the hotel's business center and made copies on my way to the restaurant, I added, "If you'd rather, we can do this some other time."

She smiled and handed me back a manila folder full of documents. She shook her head negatively, "If you don't mind being seen with a slob, I'd like to have dinner with you."

"I'd like that very much," I said sitting down. I opened the file. It contained detailed notes from twelve of the sixteen presentations given at the convention today. I cocked a questioning eye at Whitney.

Reading my body language she offered, "I told you I wanted to attend all the presentations today, so I enlisted, you, Curly, Chubby and Mr. Ogle-My-Tits, to take notes for me. In return each of you received detailed notes of the other presentations. It's win-win for everyone."

I slapped the table laughing. I raised my beer and toasted, "Whitney you are a business genius. Someday you'll be running your own company."

She tapped her wine glass to my bottle with an ear to ear grin. Then a faraway look overcame her face and she choked, "I just wish my husband had that much confidence in me."

We ordered and ate. I learned from our conversation that she had spent the entire day in the exhibit hall working her company's booth, she hadn't gotten to attend a single presentation. I asked, "How did the T &A advertising go? Did you have a lot of traffic at your booth today?"

"Chet, we were overwhelmed with traffic." Her eyes shimmered as she laughed. As her laughter died her smile faded into a frown, "You know that was another thing my husband didn't get. I modeled the outfit for him and the tattoos, expecting him to at least get as aroused as my boss but he just shook his head in disgust saying it was a disgusting gimmick."

I offered, "It was a gimmick that worked. Half of moving a product is getting people's attention and you defiantly did that, maybe he didn't want you strutting so salaciously around a crowd."

She shook her head, "He wasn't jealous. Jealousy I could understand, he's been mostly disinterested. I mean it was a real ego boost that my body was in good enough shape to pull off a look like that after two kids. I really had to ratchet up my courage to present the concept to my boss without appearing to be an out-and-out slut especially after being out of the workforce for so long. I could have used his support not his disdain."

I patted her hand, "Well, it was a good idea and it worked."

Somewhat comforted she said, "Your wife is lucky to have such an understanding husband."

I shook my head, "I don't know how understanding I am. Because there a lot of things about my wife that I don't understand. I don't understand, why she let herself go, she had always taken pride in her appearance until a few years ago. I don't understand why we only have sex every three weeks and then only in the spoon position. I love to see her face when she cums and I love to look into her eyes when I cum."

"Maybe she's going through the change," offered Whitney patting my hand this time.

"She's going through a change but it's not menopause." I flushed crimson, embarrassed by my outburst. "I'm sorry, that's probably more information than you wanted. It's just that you're so easy to talk to, I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. Most people think I'm a dumb blonde or spend more time talking to my boobs than they do to me. I appreciate that you not only talked to me, you trusted me enough to talk about something important and intimate."

"Thanks for listening but we ought to call it a night."

Whitney agreed and true to her word she bought supper charging the expense to her room number. As we waited for the elevator I smiled at her in the mirrored doors. She returned a weary grin.

The mirrored doors gave me a full frontal view of Whitney's frame and the camel-toe her tight yoga pants had created. My lust-filled eyes drank in the contours of her outlined cunt. Thoughts of the delightful pleasure hidden just beneath the fabric made my mouth water. When Whitney giggled I realized I had been busted. I blushed and swallowed audibly.

The elevator chimed and the doors opened and we entered it. Standing next to the control I pushed my floor number followed by Whitney's after she informed me of it. A comfortable silence filled the elevator, like we were old friends, so familiar with each other we didn't need to talk to communicate. I glanced sideways at Whitney and she stifled a giggle causing me to blush. There was an air of sexual attraction between us.

"I have a breakfast meeting in the morning," she said with a slight quiver in her voice, "Maybe you'd like to have lunch with me tomorrow?"

Nodding, I pulled her into a tight embrace and kissed her fully on the lips. Instinctively, her lips parted and my tongue penetrated her mouth. For a moment it gleefully frolicked then entwined with hers. My erection strained against her pubic bone and she lustily ground her pelvis against my hard-on, confirming she wanted me as much as I wanted her. Just as I thought she had surrendered, she slapped me so hard I had to clutch the handrail to keep from falling down.

The elevator stopped its ascent and chimed. As the door slid open Whitney retreated from the lift sobbing, "I'm a married woman, you're a married man, this can't happen."

As the door slid shut I rubbed my face feeling the stinging heat and the rising welt. Traces of her perfume lingered in the air. I could still taste the sweetness of her lips on mine. The elevator reached my floor and I went to my room.

I made several calls to Whitney's cell phone but she refused to answer it so I left several apologetic messages. I clicked my cell phone shut and turned it off. I pondered Whitney's hasty exit as I got ready for bed. I knew she was as attracted to me as I was to her but acting on that attraction must have frightened her.

Confused I went to bed tossing and turning before drifting to sleep and into troubled dreams. Suddenly, I see myself in the elevator with Whitney and she's wearing her blue bikini. I look into her eyes. Those big blue eyes that seemed to penetrate so deeply into me that she touched my soul. My hard cock ached to penetrate her pussy just as deeply.

Her nipples hardened under my gaze and her eyes never strayed from mine. She smiled at me pushed the emergency stop button on the elevator panel. The elevator jolted to a stop and she leapt into my arms. She kissed me. Her tongue hungrily wrestled with mine while she pulverized my hard cock by grinding her pubic bone on it. She wanted me in the worst way.

Breaking our kiss I pushed her to arm's length and asked, "What has gotten into you, Whitney?"

"I want your big cock to get into me," she replied panting with need.

She reached behind her neck and untied the string of her bikini top. Then she yanked the second tie from around her back and pulled the top off her heaving breasts. Her pink nipples hardened before my eyes and beckon me to give them attention.

I immediately seized a big breast in each hand and passionately squeezed them. Pinching her nipples until she squealed I teased, "You know we might get caught."

"Yes, I know. Isn't it exhilarating," she said before kissing me lustily.

While I continued to tease and tantalize her tits Whitney unbutton my shirt. She ran her fingers through my pelt of chest hair down to my belly. It trembled with excitement. She undid my trousers.

My cock bolted out. It was stone hard and its tip drooled pre-cum. I moaned, "Whitney, you're so beautiful. I want you. I want you now."

I untied the strings that held her bikini to her hips she uttered a sigh of encouragement. I tried to pull her bikini from her but it clung to her wet cunt. I jerked and it came loose from her nethers. The small space of the elevator filled with the bouquet of her sex. My nostrils flared with the primal knowledge that she was ready to copulate. My finger confirmed my suspicion as it sank into her simmering snatch. I pushed my palm against her protruding clit causing her to gasp. I rasped, "You're so wet Whitney. Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes, fuck me, Chet, fuck me," she whimpered as I pushed on her clit and fingered her wildly.

I clutched her buttocks squeezing a cheek in each hand. Then I lifted her up by her ass while she hugged my neck. My hard cock naturally found her soggy slit and she slid down my shaft until she was completely impaled on my cock. I pushed her against the elevator wall.

"Oof," she exhaled as her back hit the wall. She wrapped her legs around my waist locking them together with her ankles. She kissed me. Her tongue plunged into my mouth as deeply as my cock penetrated her cunt. She broke our kiss and whispered in my ear, "Your cock feels so good inside me, Chet, fuck me."

My hips propelled my cock in and out of her wet velvety cunt like a rocket. Timed with my thrusts my breath came in gasps, "uh, uh, uh, uh."

"Oh, Oh, Oh," Whitney rasped in return like a primative mating call. Her snatch clutched at my cock with wet silky spasms that motivated me to increase my momentum. The pressure of pleasure in her pussy intensified. Her breath grew more labored. She blinked her eyes rapid fire. Her brow contorted into climatic creases. Then her body exploded with euphoric release. She hooted, "Cum...Pussy...Cum."

I stabbed my cock into her climaxing cunt as far I could and blew my load with gusto. I roared, "Cumming, Cumming!"

She held me in a tight embrace cooing in my ear as I emptied my balls into her. She whispered, "I love your cock Chet, I love your big cock."

Finally spent, my cock softened and slipped from her well-serviced snatch. I lowered her back down. I buttoned my shirt and redid my trousers while she picked up her discarded bikini from the floor. I patted her bare bottom as the elevator door opened. I said, "Whitney, you're a great fuck."

"Glad you enjoyed it," she chuckled. She sashayed naked into the crowded lobby carrying her bikini in her hand knowing that every eye was on her, yet it was me alone she wanted to watch her. She drifted into the mists of my memory.

The next morning I awoke refreshed and reinvigorated. As I went through my morning ablutions I reflected upon my dream . I wondered if Whitney was still upset with me. I turned on my cell phone. There were no messages from her. I sent her a text. It went unanswered.

I knew Whitney had a breakfast meeting so I didn't even look for in the hotel's cafe. I ate a quick bite by myself and caught the shuttle to the convention hall. I spent the morning casually strolling through the exhibit hall, networking with vendors and looking at the latest gadgets. By noon I had a shopping bag full of brochures. My cellphone buzzed receiving a text message. It was from Whitney, I flipped it open and read, "Lunch?"

"Where?" my thumbs tapped on the keypad.

She tapped back, "My booth N 10."

The company Whitney worked for had a booth on the other side of the exhibit hall. I hurried to it afraid she might change her mind about seeing me if I was late. When I arrived Whitney was with a customer so I browsed through the display. I studied her while feigning interest in the business literature.

She had her blonde hair up in a business like bun and eye glasses perched on the end of her nose. Black onyx earrings matched the wide black bangles on her wrists and the thick black belt around her waist. She wore a vintage blue dress with white polka dots. It fell to her knees but failed to hide the beauty of her legs encased in flesh colored stockings with a seam up the back. She stood in a pair of black pumps that pronounced the curve of her bubble butt and enhanced her bodacious breasts.

At last the customer moved on and Whitney signaled me to follow her with a tilt of her head. She led me behind the curtains of the booth into the walkway between the exhibits. It was semi-private, meaning that no one could see us unless they came behind the curtains and the roar of the crowd would mask our conversation. She stopped next to a concrete pillar and leaned her back against it saying, "Chet we need to talk."

"I'm sorry Whitney, I didn't mean to offend you in the elevator last night," I said preemptively.

She shook his head then confessed, "I wasn't offended. I knew if our kiss lingered any longer I wouldn't be able to stop with just a kiss."

"I'm sorry. I don't what else to say."

Her voice betrayed both her excitement and aggravation, "I haven't had a single sexual thought about another man since I got married. I have never been unfaithful. Last night, when you kissed me, I was shocked. But, sometimes a woman needs a shock. It felt good to be desired again. My husband and I have sex but it's become boring and lacks intimacy. You opened up to me last night in a way my husband hasn't in years. I gotten frighten because I didn't want to resist your advances. I don't feel guilty about wanting to feel the pleasure of your touch and that frightens me too."

"Don't be frightened," I said in a reassuring tone. I caressed her cheek then pulled her face to mine and kissed her.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and returned my kiss with passion. Her tongue found mine and wrestled with it enthusiastically. She must have felt my erection straining against my trousers and resting against her mound because she reached down and grasped my aroused cock then squeezed it. She broke our kiss and searched my eye saying, "Chet, you are so hard."

"You excite me so much," I panted and squeezed her big breast through her dress. Whitney's teasing was not simply exciting me it was inciting me. My eyes filled with lust as I looked into hers. With sudden sexual inspiration I demanded, "Let me see your panties."

"What?" she asked cocking her eyebrows with surprise.

With incited excitement I insisted, "Whitney, let see me your panties. I want to see them."

"Okay," she whispered her voice trembling with excitement. Spreading her feet shoulder width apart she snatched the hem of her dress and pulled it up. Slowly it traversed up her stocking clad thighs. Smiling, she watched my eyes as they followed the journey of her hem. The dress hem passed her navel before she stopped and bunched the skirt of her dress around her waist. Her voice husky tremor as she said, "I'm not wearing panties, just pantyhose."

My eyes beheld the beauty of her pussy encased beneath the sheer nylon material of her pantyhose. I pushed my hand down the inside of the waistband of her pantyhose. The nylon material was saturated with her excitement that I felt on the back of my hand while my fingers slid through her pubic hair. It was neatly trimmed into a landing strip that pointed the way to her labia which was completely hairless. I sank my middle finger deep into her simmering snatch. My palm pushed against her unsheathed and protruding clit causing her to gasp for air. I said, " My goodness, Whitney, you're so wet."

Her blue eyes flared with licentiousness as she unzipped my trousers and fished my hard cock out. She took it hand and felt its weight. She said, "Chet, your cock is huge."

We'd whipped ourselves into a frenzy, totally lost in each other and connected in the moment. With lewd abandon she tugged on my cock. I sawed my finger in and out of her pussy at the speed of light. I pressed my thumb all around her clit without touching it. The skin on her neck glowed crimson as the pleasurable pressure built. With desperate puffs of breath she fought off the urge to scream like a lunatic.

"Still frightened?" I whispered.

Wild-eyed and huffing air she shook her head negatively.

"Would you like to cum?"

She nodded.

"Don't scream," I warned.

Her body went rigid as I pushed my thumb against her agitated clit. She gritted her teeth to keep from howling in orgasmic release. Like a boiling tea kettle she hissed as her pussy contracted and pulsated around my digit. Surrendering to the pleasure of her climax she buried her face in my shoulder to muffle the noise of her howl.

When she grew still I asked, "Are you alright, Whitney?"

She looked up at me glazed-eyed still panting, unable to answer.

I kissed her cheek as she continued to recover from her orgasm. I noticed movement behind Whitney's shoulder aware that she still held my hard cock in her grip. I could hear voices from just behind the curtain and somewhere a loudspeaker squawked an announcement. All this added to the exhilaration of the moment.

She smiled at me stroking my cock with lustful focus and I showed my appreciation for this sensation by thrusting into her fist. She had fun making me squirm. Teasingly she brushed her lips to mine in a light kiss as she jerked my cock with earnest endeavor. Her hands felt my cock pulsate with intense desire. She knew that my climax was impending and all that pressure needed to be released.

I heard a noise and anxiously glanced around behind us as Whitney continued to jerk me off.

"Do you want to cum?" she whispered. "Or do you want me to stop?"

"Cum," I choked with desperation. My cheeks flushed crimson.

Kissing my ear she whispered with a hot breath, "Cum for me, Chet."

My eyes rolled over white and blood pounded in my ears. My knees weakened and I clutched Whitney's arm to keep from collapsing. Spurts of cum shot from my cock as she stroked more of it from my shaft dousing her pantyhose with my goo. A large wad of white landed on her nylon covered cunt. At last the dazzling ride of my climax was over and I was able to catch my breath. I huffed, "That was intense."

She kissed my ear dropping her dress hem letting it fall back to her calves. She leaned into me and groaned, "Yes, it was. I haven't climaxed like that in a while."

Parting her lips she raised herself to meet my kiss. With passionate desire our tongues entwined like lustful lovers. The intimacy of the moment was powerful and further heightened the impact of what we had just shared.

I took her by the hand and led her down the passage way. Before pulling the curtain back I brush my lips once again across hers. As I opened the curtain to the exhibit hall she asked me to be her escort to the Awards Banquet later in the evening. Nodding my assent I left her at the booth. I smiled as she gleefully greeted a customer a bit disheveled but back in marketing mode. I made my way back into the crowd.

A couple of hours later I was back in my hotel room. Surprisingly, I didn't feel guilty about fooling around with Whitney. I wondered why, maybe, it because we hadn't crossed the intercourse line. I loved my wife but something was missing. The only question that remained was I willing to risk my marriage to fill that void? Was Whitney willing to risk hers for me?

I called my wife but she was distracted, distant and disinterested in me. Trying to get some sort of reaction from her I told her about the attractive blonde I met and much we had hit it off. My wife simply replied, "That's nice Dear, but I need to go my show is coming on the television. Have a good time, I'll see you when you get home."

Before I could affirm my love for her, she hung up the phone. Shrugging I snapped my phone shut and got ready for the Awards Banquet. I put on a sharply tailored navy blue suit with a light blue shirt and a festive yellow tie to add a little pizazz. But it was the matching yellow handkerchief in my breast pocket that brought out the wow factor.

Two floors down, I knocked on Whitney's door. She opened it with a beaming smile and glimmering eyes. She wore a little black dress that had a soft feminine style yet was ultra-flirty. It was sleeveless with a plunging neckline that showcased her ample cleavage and an A-line skirt that had a tiered high-low hem, shorter in the front high on thigh and longer in the back falling just behind her knee. Her black stockings were lace and had a floral pattern to them. The black stilettos she wore had a five-inch heel that served to accentuate her already bodacious bosom and her adorable ass.