Simply Irresistible 5

He took a seat at a table in the middle, equidistant from the stage up front and the last table in the rear. It was where he usually sat when attending these health care conferences, regardless of where they were held. He attended three or four of these a year; not because he wanted to, but rather he was required to by the insurance company he worked for. The intent was to highlight new strategies in health care, how different companies covered various medical procedures—those that were willing to share—and any other items of interest that anyone wanted to bring up.

The conferences were mostly boring. The bigger companies seldom revealed their policies, and the smaller companies didn't generally have the wherewithal to be trend setters. However, Keith usually felt that if he came away with at least one piece of usable information that made it worthwhile to attend.

The trick for him was to remain attentive when he frequently heard the same things from conference to conference.

Glancing around, Keith knew many of the attendees. Like him, many others were required by their respective companies to attend. Some of them, including him, would all go to dinner when the day's meetings were done, and of those, a few, again including him, would end up in the hotel bar after that.

He greeted the ones who passed his table. There were those who liked to sit up front, and others who favored the back. So far, no one had joined him at his table.

The presenters were gathering on stage signifying that the conference was about to begin. Keith looked over the agenda once more as if he expected it to have changed. Of course, it did not.

Each table could accommodate two people. There was a center aisle, and Keith had taken the seat nearest it. Then, just as the host stepped up to the podium, someone grabbed the seat next to him. Feeling the presence, Keith turned to see a gorgeous redhead drop her papers and portfolio, which was actually an iPad, onto the table. She smiled at him and asked, "Is this seat taken?"

"All yours," Keith responded with a nod, but was unable to take his eyes off her. He did not recognize her; so, she was obviously new. He committed as much as he could to memory before returning his attention to the podium as the host started speaking. However, he heard nothing as his mind replayed what he had seen: a beautiful woman in a dark blue, tight-fitting dress that hinted at a fairly perfect figure. The dress was short, but respectably so, and enough to show a bit of leg when she crossed them. With his head facing forward, he tried to look at her peripherally, but all he could see was the roundness of some nice-sized breasts resting on the table.

It was difficult enough to remain attentive to the drudgery of this conference. Having this beautiful woman sitting beside him was not going to make it any easier. Particularly as she leaned over, their shoulders touching, and whispered, "Did I miss anything?"

"No. It's just starting."

"Thanks." And then she knocked him over with this radiant smile.

And so, the next two hours were pure misery. Keith reminded himself several times while resisting the urge to sneak a glance that she was just another attractive woman and there were enough others he'd already seen here.

Finally, it was time for the mid-morning break.

"Well,

that

was a bit tedious," the woman commented.

"Yes. This your first time attending one of these?"

"It is. When they asked me if I could travel, I didn't know this was what they meant."

"Traveling might be the only good thing about coming," Keith remarked. "Three or four days out of the office is always nice."

"Well, that's true." She extended her hand. "I'm Ashley."

He eagerly took it. "Keith."

"So, you've been to these before?"

"Oh, yeah. Three or four a year."

"Mmmm. That's what's been hinted to me."

"The presentations are so-so, but you actually learn more from socializing. A few of us usually go to dinner together. You're welcome to join us. Then afterward, some of us end up in the bar. Those conversations are where you might pick up on something."

There was that smile again.

"Now,

you've got me interested."

After another agonizing hour and a half, they broke for the provided lunch buffet.

"Do you mind some company for lunch?" Ashley asked as they both stood.

Somewhat surprised, but definitely not disappointed, Keith said, "Sure," trying not to sound too excited. As she gathered up her belongings, he added, "If you plan on sitting here for the afternoon session, you can leave all your papers, but I wouldn't leave the iPad."

"Do you mind if I sit here again?"

With a smirk, Keith said, "I don't know, you were kind of loud during the last session." To her frown, he added, "I'm kidding. I hope you do stay."

That dangerous smile again.

They filled their plates and found seats. So far, no one else was sitting at the table for eight. But there was way more tables than there were people.

"I'm surprised there's no lunchtime speaker," Ashley commented.

"There used to be," Keith told her. "But everyone complained that we needed the down time. Translated, that means, we could only take so many dull speakers."

Ashley laughed. "It is nice to just be able to talk. Will the afternoon be the same as the morning?"

"Pretty much. They've started unofficially ending the day around midafternoon, so you have time to relax before dinner, which is on your own."

"Mid-afternoon? That'll be nice."

"Well, they started realizing that as the afternoon wore on, people were sneaking out, so there was really no point in running it all day."

"Makes sense."

"They really ought to hold the last session in the bar. That's where most everyone will be."

"Sounds like a good place to end the day."

"Where I'll be."

Having sat across from her during lunch, Keith did not feel the need to steal glimpses during the afternoon session. The midday meal enabled him to notice that while she was a very attractive woman, she was not as beautiful as he first thought. Still, she was pleasant to look at.

And when the end of the session arrived, Ashley asked, "Are you headed for the bar?"

"I am. Would you like to join me?"

"Yes. But I'm going to run up to my room to put this stuff up. Save me a seat?"

"Of course. Can I order something for you?"

Ashley thought for a second. "No. Not sure what I'm in the mood for. Be back shortly."

In the bar, Keith chatted with some other regulars over a beer, a couple of the guys razzing him about "his new girlfriend," Ashley. He took it good-heartedly, but knew they were actually jealous.

She showed up several minutes later having changed from her "business dress" into a more casual short skirt and blouse. Sitting beside him, the skirt showed off her shapely legs and the blouse was unbuttoned enough to reveal some cleavage. She took the seat Keith had been saving for her and he introduced her to the two men and two women also crowded around the small cocktail table. She ordered a martini and joined in the discussion about the conference.

The conversation included a lot of comical remarks, and when she laughed at some of the humor, Ashley touched or tapped Keith on the arm or shoulder. He knew other people who did that, but the difference was it was people he

knew,

not anyone who was essentially a stranger. But he didn't mind. He actually liked the contact, not that he expected it to lead anywhere.

But then, as Keith became content with Ashley's familiarity, a woman approached their group. She recognized Ashley, who stood so the two could embrace. Ashley introduced her friend as Amanda. They both previously worked for the same company, and now, ended up working for competing insurance companies. Amanda invited Ashley to dinner, and to Keith's disappointment, his new friend accepted. Keith was left to dine with his drinking buddies.

With all the drinking he'd done before and during dinner, Keith didn't feel the need for more alcohol after his meal. However, that's where his friends were headed, and he was curious to see if Ashley showed up. After one beer and an hour later, she had not appeared, and he was ready to call it a night. And then, of course, she arrived.

He couldn't refuse her when she begged him to stay and have one more drink with her. Amanda had abandoned her, as had most of his dinner friends. Ashley had obviously already had a few drinks, and though she didn't seem drunk, she was happy.

Lifting her martini in a toast, Ashley said, "Well, one day down. One to go."

"Half-day," Keith corrected.

"Right. And we were having so much fun."

"Be careful what you wish for. You'll find as you come to more of these conferences that as nice was it might be to travel to a place you've never been, or just to be out of the office a few days, a day and a half of this is really all you want."

"I'm sure you're right. You ever stay longer?"

"Depends on where the conference is. New York, L.A., maybe Las Vegas, I might hang around the rest of the second day." He shrugged. "Not this trip."

"Yeah, not much to do here."

Keith downed the remainder of his drink. "Well, time to call it a night."

"Guess you're right. I'm not really tired, but I think I've had enough to drink. Thanks for keeping me company."

They exited the bar through different doors. Of course, Keith had stayed in this hotel before, so he knew the shortest way to the elevators. He sort of expected to have to ride in the lift with Ashley. But she wasn't around when the doors opened, so in he went. A couple of other people slipped in at the last second, and that had the elevator stopping on floors below Keith's.

Finally reaching his floor, Keith stepped out and headed the short distance to his room only to find Ashley reaching hers right next to his at the same time. What were the odds?

Seeing him, she smiled. "Well, what a coincidence?"

"Yeah, who would have thought?" Tapping his key card to unlock his door, he added, "Sleep well. See you in the morning." He didn't wait for her to respond before entering. Removing his coat and tie and tossing them onto a chair, he noticed that this room had a connecting door to Ashley's room, but of course, it was closed. He opened a complimentary bottle of water to help neutralize all the alcohol.

Even though somewhat tired but not sleepy, Keith was going to sit in one of the chairs to drink his water. However, his coat and tie occupied one, and he'd left his briefcase in the other, so all that remained was the bed. But before he could do that, there was a knock on the connecting door. He went to it to answer it knowing it was Ashley.

"I'm sorry to bother you," she offered when he opened his door.

"No bother."

"Are you about to go to bed?"

Holding up his still mostly full water bottle, he said, "Drinking water first to

water down

the alcohol."

"Good idea. Do you feel like chatting a little?"

He noticed she was still in her skirt and blouse, but a couple more buttons on her top were undone and she now seemed to be braless underneath, her nipples imprinting the material, which he found curious, certain she'd had one on before as the straps had been evident. She'd also kicked off her shoes. If that was her method of tempting him to talk, it worked. "Sure." He stepped aside allowing her to enter, but then he wished he'd gone into her room so he could leave when he wanted to.

Ashley approached the chairs but found them occupied.

"Let me . . ." Keith grabbed his coat and tie and draped them over the small table.

She took the now vacant chair and sat crossing her legs, her short skirt riding high on her thighs. She made no attempt to adjust it.

Keith sat on the edge of the bed. "What would you like to talk about?"

"Anything but healthcare," Ashley responded with a grin.

"Works for me. So, how long have you been in this business?"

"Six months. Not sure I like it, though."

"Oh? How come?"

"It doesn't always feel as though we're really helping the people who really need us. And people have such negative opinions about insurance companies."

"I agree to some extent. But if you stay in the business long enough, you'll find there are a lot of reasons that we do what we do. And you also become hardened to it."

"Have you become

hardened?"

Her tone of voice changed when she asked that, seemingly to a sultry tone. Keith wasn't sure what to make of it. Or was he just imagining it? He shrugged.

She lifted her legs into the chair and crossed them, tucking a part of her skirt between them to cover her crotch. It was as though she was trying to tease, but at the same time, be somewhat proper. "I hope you don't mind if I get comfortable."

"Not at all. Although, it's interesting that you're a very attractive woman who seems quite

relaxed

with a stranger."

Ashley released that devastating smile. "I don't really think of us as strangers anymore. We've been together all day. You've been nothing but gentlemanly, polite, and kind. There have been some other men here, including the ones in the bar, who were undressing me with their eyes. I didn't see you doing that."

Keith smirked. "I have a good imagination."

She giggled. "Good one. Anyway, there are some people you meet and right away, you like them for years. Others, not so much. Whether I like this business or not, I do like the job, not to mention the pay and travel, so it's quite likely I'll be attending many more of these conferences as it sounds like you will also. It'll be nice to have a friendly face to see."

"That I can be."

"Is that

all

you can be?"

That was awfully suggestive, and he hoped he was not misreading her. "I'm not sure what you mean."

Ashley stood and walked over to the bed where he was sitting. "I'm trying to

seduce

you," she boldly said. "But apparently not doing it well."

"Just trying to be gentlemanly."

"You are relieved from that requirement." She pushed him to lie down on his bed and began unbuttoning his shirt.

This had never happened to Keith at one of these conferences. There were a few other attractive and friendly women who maybe sent out mixed messages, and about whom he might have had some fantasies, but he'd never been forward, nor had any of them either. The question was as she spread apart his shirt and ran her hands gently up and down his chest and abdomen, did he allow her to continue, or . . . could he stop her even if he wanted to?

Did

he want to?

She pulled off his shoes and then undid his belt and pants. She pulled his trousers and underwear down all in one motion, freeing his aching erection. Seeing his sizeable cock standing at attention, she said,

"That

ought to provide some fun." But she didn't touch it, which he found strange and . . .

disappointing.

Keith was now beyond the point of no return, so he allowed her to undress him completely, even down to his socks. Now lying here completely nude, he almost felt like a man on an operating table waiting for the surgeon to make the first slice. Instead, Ashley unbuttoned her blouse the rest of the way which easily confirmed she had previously removed her bra. Likewise, when her skirt came off, she wore no panties further verifying that this was pre-meditated.

Seeing her completely naked took his breath away. She was much more curvaceous than her clothes suggested. And she was a

true

redhead as a wisp of red hair above her pussy confirmed.

Placing her fingers on his abdomen just above where the tip of his dick was, she dragged her hand up his chest, neck, and chin to his lips, where she forced a finger into his mouth, wet it with his saliva, and touched it to her clit. That made his cock bounce.

With a smirk of confidence, Ashley climbed onto the bed and squatted over Keith's head. This spread her vulva slightly giving him a close-up view of her wet, pink pussy.

That turned out to be more inviting than he expected. He couldn't remember ever having this kind of bird's eye view of a woman's vagina. There had not been a dull moment with her. Then she pressed her pussy to his face pivoting back and forth to grind her snatch against his nose and mouth. He was certain she expected him to use his tongue on her, and he did not disappoint.

This was unquestionably an unusual way to begin sex.

As Ashley continued to rock back and forth, she leaned forward supporting her upper body with her arms on the sides of his body.

Keith felt like he should do something, but to some extent, it also seemed as though she had it all planned out, and given the manner in which she started, he was interested to see how she would proceed.

Ashley alternated moving forward and back to side to side allowing his tongue to touch and taste all parts of her delicious pussy. He felt saliva roll down either side of his mouth. He also felt a drop of pre-cum ooze out of his dick.

Moaning, she caressed his neck, which also felt odd, and then walked her fingertips onto his chest and abdomen, but did not touch his cock, even though it pulsed, bounced, and leaked. She had long nails which she gently scraped against the skin of his stomach, but not hard enough to scratch. She did the same to the area around his cock and balls, again not touching his dick.

All the while, Ashley's pussy remained attached to Keith's mouth, continually rubbing, softly moaning. Occasionally, her side-to-side movement became aggressive making his head roll from side to side also.

Unusual though this was, Keith liked her inventiveness.

Gently slapping each of his thighs, though not enough to sting, she finally wrapped her thumb and forefinger around the base of his cock. After a few seconds, her fingers went around his balls.

"Mmmm," he had to emit.

Holding his dick straight up, Ashley drug her fingernails up his shaft. It was not hard enough to hurt, but it did send a shiver throughout his body. If he'd been drowsy before, all his senses were now quite alive.

Strangely, and quite unexpectedly, she slapped his rod, which gave him a start, but he did not protest, instead finding it somewhat arousing, but he didn't know why.

Again, she dragged her nails up his thighs, along his balls, and once more up his shaft stopping at the head and holding it as though it was a knob she could turn. Twist it slightly, she did.

Keith would have liked to question her regarding her uncommon methods. However, he liked the differences and didn't want her to stop—as long as she didn't try to turn this into some masochistic or dominatrix exercise.

But then, as though reading his mind, Ashley held Keith's dick up again, dribbled some saliva on the head, paused to heighten his anticipation, then ran her tongue around the helmet for several circles. She lifted herself off his face, sat back, lifted his head to rest it against her pubic bone, and ran her hands through his hair. Slipping off the bed, she walked around to the foot and crawled on between his legs. She licked the length of his cock on her way up to his face.

Ashley peered into Keith's eyes for a couple of seconds before bending down to kiss his lips. It was one of those sloppy, wet kisses that meant business. But then she crawled up to plant her pussy on his mouth again for him to eat her facing forward. The other difference this time was that she slid forward enough and tilted back slightly to make sure her butt hole touched his tongue.

Keith was so aroused at this point he didn't really care what his tongue was touching. Once again, she went back and forth and side to side. She was grinding so hard he wondered if she was trying to come or just enjoying it. But then, she grabbed his head, holding it in place, her moaning took on more of a grunt, and then she was still, her thighs closing in tightly around his head, and he knew she had climaxed.