Jim awoke with a start and tried to focus on the bedside alarm clock that was blinking 6:00 A.M. in horrible, green, large neon numbers. He realized two things immediately. 1) A warm thigh and arm was draped over his back and upper thigh, and 2) an empty bottle of very good Vodka, along with two glasses, were sitting on the night table beside the bed.
He tried to quietly move out from under the arm and thigh, but was pulled tighter against a soft, yielding body, as a feminine voice with a Swedish accent grumbled, "Jimmy, it's still so early, baby! The first meeting isn't until 8:00, stay still!" He closed his eyes, as thoughts of last night's erotic events flashed through his Vodka numbed mind, when his bed partner's voice had leaned close to his ear saying, "Good evening Jim, I would like to introduce myself and explain what I think your next book should be about." She was forward, but so, so beautiful.
He'd seen her watching him at the conference and noticed her captivating beauty right away, but it was her voice and confidence that had attracted him. The way she spoke, so sure of herself, and her plans for his next erotic book, and the way her eyes bore into his had sent shivers down his spine. He'd spoken to many women since arriving, but this was the first woman he had spoken to that made business sense and looked and sounded so unbelievably good to him. A he sat on a sofa surrounded by women, he watched her push her way through the crowd to get to where he was. What spirit. He just sat there dumbfounded when she stood before him, smiling down at him.
Now, lying here in bed, pulled against her body, he realized that his first glance and their first dance together on the patio sealed his fate with her. They'd had a few drinks at the bar but the noisy crowd had been unbearable. There were hundreds of people attending the conference, and they found it impossible to hear above the noise. He took her hand as they moved out onto the patio, where more writers, web site owners and publishers were now dancing and chatting. They pushed their way between the people, until they were fairly secluded.
"Now, Jimmy boy," she said brusquely, "I think this is a nice place to get to know each other."
The patio provided a sensual atmosphere with its lush shrubbery and the crystal clear night sky. June in Northern California was slightly cool, but very comfortable. Music by Freddie G was being played somewhere, and couples were dancing, hugging, and kissing.
"Jim, come show me if you dance as well as you write." She didn't wait for an answer. She set her glass on a table and pulled him out to dance with her. As soon as his arms closed around her waist, she melted against him, whispering, "I really don't dance very well." He bent his head close to her ear and said in a low voice, "Then I'll teach you what you don't know about dancing, and everything else, so just relax." She heard his words, and he made her feel those words, when he tightened his arms around her supple, slender waist. His thighs were flat against hers, and he felt her moving her hips in time with the music as his body reacted to hers. He couldn't fight down the hardon he was getting, and he knew she felt it.
Reluctantly, he pulled back from her body. Looking into her eyes, he said, "Look, I'm not sure what you want from me, so why don't we discuss it? After all, it is kind of late and I'm not used to staying up this late, even at a conference."
She smiled up at him and pulled him close while whispering, "Jim, am only offering you pleasure, and nothing that will cause you any harm, okay?"
He wasn't quite sure how to take her answer but something about her was so intriguing compared to the many other women he'd met during the past few days, and now her body was making it known that she wanted him. He smiled to himself thinking that instead of going directly to his room after the conference he found himself in the arms of a very beautiful Swedish woman, who danced like a dream, in spite of her notions to the opposite. He could even feel her nipples getting hard through the sheer fabric of her dress from their bodily contact.
Although she didn't seem to want to let his body away from hers, he finally said, "It's getting late, I want to talk to you away from this noise and show you some plans that I have. We can go to my room, or I will bring them to your room, or we can try and find a quiet area in the lobby, wherever you feel it will be best."
She thought for a moment and grinned, as she replied, "I think my room will be fine, Jim." He laughed at her grin and decided right then and there that he wanted to see that same face under him, as he drove his cock deep into her pulsating love tunnel. His cock began getting hard again even as he thought of her soft, shapely body being impaled on his rock hard rod, while he sucked on her luscious, juicy nipples.
Finally, they made their escape past all the other people and entered a vacant elevator. As the elevator rose to the 18th floor, he pulled her to him. She looked up into his brown eyes and said, "Maybe you should write a story about two people escaping a conference together to go make wild, passionate love to each other."
They laughed together at that, and she relaxed against his arm, which he immediately slipped around her, pulling her against his side, until the doors opened and they walked, with his arm still around her, to her room.
