A few years back I met a lady Software Engineer in a conference at Bombay. She was in her early thirties. She was tall, charming, intelligent with two seductive eyes and a voluptuous body that could inflame passion in any male. On the first day of the conference I read a paper on software implementation engineering that had attracted her attention. She was working on a similar project. She met me at lunch and expressed her interest in discussing more on this subject. While talking I understood, she was staying in the same hotel where I checked in. We decided, we would discuss it in the hotel at dinner.
In the evening we met in the hotel lounge and went for a dinner in a near by restaurant. She was wearing a very colorful skirt hanging from the extreme lower end of her beautiful slim waist. But her top was revealing. A skimpy blouse wrapped her attractive breast, most of it was exposed provocatively. I was startled to see her in such teasing outfit. I would have slapped my wife, had she ever dared to come out in public in such sensuous dress. But my wife didn't possess a sexy body like her. Maybe, the lady was more inclined to exhibit her beauty than arousing passion in others. On that count how could I blame her?
Anyway, over a few drinks (I took two large whisky, she took two Gins), came to know, her name was Shaili, had come from Bangalore and was working there with a renowned Software company. She smoked continuously while drinking. Though I was a non smoker, I always loved to see a lady smoking. It somehow whipped my passion. No exception on that day, as her smoking ignited my passion, fuelled by her sensuous dress. I got my cock hardened. We took our dinner. We discussed many things on our projects. She told, she would present a paper on third day of the conference. She wished, I reviewed it before she presented the paper. We fixed up next evening. But on the back of mind my passion was on the rampage. My eyes were roaming on her bare boobs now and then. It was electrifying. I felt, my cock was throbbing inside and my underwear was wet by some pre-cum oozing out from the tip of my excited dick.
Soon we finished dinner, I rushed to my room, went straight to the toilet, unzipped my trousers, dragged out my steamy penis from underwear and started masturbating wildly in the basin dreaming her fucking. In no time I jerked off a huge hot cum all over the basin.
Next day she was all along with me in the conference. Her occasional compliments on my work were not unexpected, but her casual compliments on my look surprised me. But that gave me opportunity to applaud her beauty. Each time I applauded, she blushed and looked at me passionately.
Our hotel was not far off from the conference center. So after the conference was over in the afternoon, we decided to walk down to our hotel enjoying the beauty of Arabian Sea. While walking we mostly talked on our professional subject. When we reached hotel lobby, she asked, "Would you mind coming to my room in the evening? I'll show you my paper. Get your suggestions."
The proposal was unexpected. It was like a thunder from blue sky. I stopped breathing for a while. A kinky question raced through my mind. Why did she invite me to her room for showing her papers? She could show them in the hotel lounge. Or in the restaurant. Had she got any other idea? I could feel a storm building inside me.
"Sorry. I think, I've embarrassed you," she stuttered finding me groping for reply.
I blushed and broke my silence grasping, "Oh, no. Not at all, madam. I'll drop in to your room. Tell me, when?"
"Around seven," she replied quickly. A sense of relief bubbled in her voice.
I went to my room with a flock of butterflies in my stomach. A silent excitement was eating me in and out. I ordered two bottles of beer and almost gulped the bottles to silence the butterflies. Felt tipsy, went to a deep sleep in no time. Got up when the intercom buzzed. I knew, she was calling. Confirmed my coming in a few minutes.
I went up to her room in third floor. She opened the door and guided me to inside with an enticing smile. But I was surprised to see her nicely dressed. She was wearing a pair of blue jeans with a crisp light pink full sleeve shirt with button-up. I never imagined, how a lady could be so well dressed in the confines of her hotel room when just yesterday she went out in public in an absolutely teasing outfit. I was totally disappointed. Honestly her invitation to her room aroused my passion. I expected her in some seductive and revealing outfit.
Hugely disheartened I entered the room. A very exotic fragrance hit my nose. When she came nearer to me after closing the door, the fragrance intensified. I realized, it was coming out of her body, a fragrance of a very expensive perfume she used in her body. It was very sexy. I was drowned in a bay of excitement.
"Your perfume is exotic" I spoke to overcome my excitement, "Must be an expensive French perfume!"
"Yes, I bought it from Paris" she broke silence, "But sadly, my hubby can't stand it. So I use it very rarely."
"But I like it," I assured her.
"Thank God" she gasped, "You relieved me from my dilemma. Just a few minutes back I was totally in two mind."
"Whether you should use it or not. Whether your guest will like it or not" I teased her grinning, "Now, madam has no tension, isn't it? ".
"Don't be naughty" she winked with a mysterious smile in her lips, "Tell me, what do you like to have, whisky or anything else?".
"Prefer beer" I replied quickly knowing well of the bad effect of a cocktail.
"That's fine" she cried, "I've a few bottles of beer in the fridge. Need not to call the bar. Beer will be fine for me also. By the way, why are you standing? Sit wherever you like."
I moved to the other side of the room where a small sofa was placed. Sat on it. She opened the fridge and took out a bottle of beer. Very elegantly placed the bottle in the small center table in front of the sofa. Brought two glasses from the top of the fridge, opened the bottle and filled the glasses carefully.
"Here is your beer" she gave one glass to me and raised the other, "Cheers!"
"Cheers!" I sipped a bit from the glass.
"Let me now show you my paper," she said casually. She put the glass back on the center table and moved towards the writing table. Picked up a file and came back.
"Here is my paper," she pulled out a three-page report from the file and handed over to me. She picked her beer glass again and sat very close to me on the sofa.
I rapidly went through her paper and said, "Excellent, madam. It is wonderful."