Kristy looked out over the city of San Juan from the balcony of her resort hotel. The sun was setting to her left and ahead of her lie the old city. Out of place in the picture, but adding to the charm, was the cruise ship port with one brightly lit boat heading out into the Caribbean. San Juan was the epitome of old and new, undeveloped and contemporary, inactive and on the go.
That's also how Kristy used to feel about conferences like the one this week. She loved the traveling part of her job, but she hated the tedium of conferences. They used to all blend together and all the attendees looked and acted the same. Then she took control.
At the age of thirty and among the most attractive women at any conference she attended, the sexy, single blonde would have no problem finding company among the young and old corporate executives in attendance. However, she wasn't satisfied with just sitting at the bar waiting for offers.
What she yearned for on trips like this was the impossible-to-find man of good looks, intrigue, wits and intelligence, who knew how to amuse her. Would she have sex with him? She didn't know the answer to that until knowing the man better.
Kristy, like most adults, had sexual fantasies. Unlike most adults, she acted upon them. She made them happen and it took a special man to be the lucky recipient of her favors.
Now, standing on her enclosed balcony on the first evening of the San Juan conference, she was ready to begin her quest. The sound of the sliding glass door opening and closing on the balcony next to hers was a good sign. Kristy heard a chair being pulled and what sounded like a glass being set on a table.
She had noticed earlier that an opening of several inches between the balcony wall and the hotel room allowed a view onto her neighbor's balcony from just inside her sliding door. She quietly walked now to that spot and peered through. A man of about forty years of age sat at the table, looking out at the city and port. Every feature of his face attracted her at once. His perfectly groomed hair and crisp shirt signified success, or at least class, to her.
Seldom was she so lucky to have a potential target right next door. And if he only turned his head a little, he could see her. She decided to give it a try.
Kristy pulled a t-shirt and shorts out of her dresser, then returned to the spot allowing him to view her. She purposely slammed her sliding door shut to attempt to get him to look. The instant he began to turn his head, she pivoted so that he was looking at her silhouette. Kristy gave no sign of knowing he could see her.
She tossed the new clothes on a nearby chair and extended her arms high above her head in an apparent yawn. She wore a short skirt which rode high up her legs when she stretched. Her blouse hugged her full breasts even after she let her arms fall back into place.
Then Kristy began to unbutton the blouse, deliberately slowing the pace to about half of what she would normally do. She hadn't yet attempted to sneak a glance his way to see if her neighbor was watching. But she would.
As soon as the last button was open, she slid the blouse off and tossed it aside. She made sure to turn in such a way that he had a couple different angles to view her breasts. Then she reached back to unhook the tiny bra.
That was when she was able, out of the corner of her eye, to confirm that he was, indeed, observing every move she made. She held the bra in place while the straps fell down her arms. At the very last second, she turned her back to him and let the bra drop to the floor. She took a few seconds to run her hands over her tits, making it obvious she was massaging them.
Then Kristy unzipped her skirt. That, too, fell out of view. She pulled up on her bikini style panties, giving an extra little tug to expose a bit more of her ass cheeks.
Then she leisurely put on the t-shirt and shorts before walking away from the door, into the center of the room out of his sight. She smiled and wondered when they would meet again.
The following day started with the usual hodge-podge of convention seminars, none of which were going to make Kristy an industry giant. But she was obligated to attend some before the afternoon pool break and chose one that sounded the least tedious.
It was packed, which was a good sign. But about fifteen minutes into it she began to question her seminar selection skills. Kristy started to look around the room. At the same time, she felt an eerie presence of eyes staring back at her. She looked over her shoulder and he was there. The man from the balcony was behind her and one seat over.
The moment he had her attention, he mouthed the word 'Lunch?' Kristy tried not to let her delight show. She grinned shyly and nodded.
The moment the seminar ended, they met in a back corner of the room.
"Is noon, OK?" he asked.
"Sure. Where?"
"The entrance to Choices Restaurant, right outside of the convention center."
Kristy nodded. "Yeah. I know where it is."
He caught her stealing a glance at his name badge.
"I'm Doug."
"Hi. I'm Kristy. I don't think we've met."
He grinned sheepishly and her attraction to him grew stronger by the second.
Doug said, "We're neighbors."
"Really? At the hotel?" she said with totally believable astonishment.
"Yeah. That's a great view from the balcony, isn't it?" he asked, assuming she didn't catch the irony of the question.
"Yes. I think I'm going to like it."
"Me, too," he assured her. "So, Choices at noon?"
"Sure. I'll be there."
The next hour couldn't go fast enough for her. This was a guy she seemingly could have fun with. But Kristy had gone through this before on trips and she knew that one meal always told her what she needed to know.
He passed the good-looking test, however. His tan was clearly natural and she wondered what he looked like in less formal attire. But if his ass was any indication....
Kristy spent the five minutes prior to noon in a ladies room checking her makeup and hair. She wasn't one for bright lipstick or eyeliner, but she knew how to do great things with just the right touches in the right places. Her natural beauty would do the rest.
Soon, she was at the restaurant, being ushered to a table along with her new companion. The conversation never once turned to the previous evening. Doug wanted to know everything about Kristy and her job and she did the same with him.
Doug learned that Kristy was a star soccer player in college. She learned he played guitar in a garage band in high school and still played in a Rolling Stones cover band. He admitted to never having lifted a weight, but finished a half marathon once. She admitted to trying weed once.
They laughed a lot and missed their one o'clock seminars.
After the bill was amiably picked up by Doug, he asked, "Are you going back for more riveting lectures?"
Kristy shook her head. "I've had my fill for today. I think it's pool time for me. How about you?"
"I'm not sure. I might just go to the room for a bit and then head into old San Juan for the evening," he said.
"If you decide to do the pool, either look for me...or...knock on my door to see if I'm still up there," Kristy said in the form of an invitation she rarely made this early at a conference.
"OK," was his only reply.
Back in her room, Kristy changed into her bathing suit, a one piece affair that she felt much more comfortable in at a conference than her normal vacation bikini. She was, after all, supposed to be a professional working woman. In public, she would act like it.
She neither expected nor heard Doug's knock on the door, so she headed for the pool. To her surprise and delight, he grabbed the lounge chair next to her fifteen minutes later.
