Disclaimer: This is a work of sexual fantasy fiction. The names are made up and don't represent any particular individual. In this fantasy world, unwanted pregnancy doesn't happen and STDs don't exist, so protection is not an issue.
The Conference
Prologue:
Janet had been looking forward to this annual meeting all year long. Her job as a science professor at a small liberal arts college didn't give her much chance to interact with cutting edge scientists, so it was a great chance to catch up on the latest research to share with her students.
Besides that, though, the real reason is that a week-long rip to the big city gave her a once-a-year chance to get away from her controlling husband, Mark, and the prying eyes of the small town and really cut loose and have some fun.
Mark was very controlling. Everything had to be just so in the household and he barely let her have any friends, other than his friends. She had to play the demure wife at all times. Straight home from work, dinner at 7:00, TV (of his choice) until 10:00, then bedtime. As for sex, well, she got to lay there once a month while he pumped into her for 2 minutes missionary style, before rolling off and going to sleep. Sometimes he'd come home from drinking with his friends and she'd get a bonus fuck, but he usually just passed out before he'd get started. He'd get her worked up, but hadn't made her cum in years and she always had to finish herself off in the shower after he was done, thinking about the kind of sex life she dreamed of.
Her life at the college was not much better. Junior faculty had to be on their toes at all times and defer to the more senior faculty, and the department chair, who was a bit of a prig, expected female professors to be especially proper.
That was extra hard for her because she got the freshman classes, which included all the athletes getting their science requirements out of the way. Imagine what being in a room full of fit, sexy young men did to the libido of a sexually frustrated woman day after day, especially since she could only look, never touch. It was like being a kid in a candy store but not allowed to have any candy! Sometimes she'd get so horny, she'd have to go into the faculty bathroom and masturbate, just to release some of the tension. Some of the boys flirted with her, but she didn't dare respond. Imagine the scandal if she had an affair with one of her students, or with 2 or 3 of them all at once, right there in the classroom, which is just one of the scenarios she fantasized about when she was masturbating in the bathroom. That wouldn't do, or course, but, Oh God, how she wanted it.
Day One - Stranger Delight:
Janet arrived at the conference by Uber, and already her mind was racing. The Uber driver was a handsome younger Arab man, Mohammed, and she couldn't resist flirting with him during the ride. He obviously liked it and kept stealing glances at her short skirt, which she was careful to let hike up as she sat there. He even offered to "show her around the city" later. She laughed and said, "I've got your number!" It was tempting, but she had bigger plans.
Check-in for the conference was crowded, which was exhilarating as far as she was concerned. As usual, there were more men than women at the conference and she was surrounded by dozens of men of all ages, standing around in clumps chatting. Maybe it was her imagination, but she felt like she could feel their heat and smell their manly scents as she made her way to the check-in desk.
She purposely bumped into some of the hot young grad students, just for the thrill. "Excuse me," she'd say in her cutest voice and they'd respond with a nerdly, "No problem!" and turn back to their friends with a new grin. She knew she was sexy, slender and shapely, with nice breasts, beautiful brown hair and a gorgeous face. It was so fun to catch their attention and exciting to know that they were watching her walk away thinking they'd like to fuck her. "Maybe some of you will..." she thought to herself.
After checking in, she went to her hotel room, in the same hotel as the conference. She'd requested a private room with a king size bed. Didn't want to get stuck with some stodgy roommate, after all. Might as well be back home! The good thing about the conference was that she wasn't known in the field, so nobody here had any preconceived ideas about her, and they wouldn't be telling anybody about anything she did. She was anonymous here.
She stripped off and was headed to take a shower when she heard a knock at the door. "Concierge, ma'am. You left one of your bags at the desk, so I brought it up."
Feeling naughty, she went to the door just holding her shirt in front of her. Opening the door, she saw a handsome young man, and said, "Thank you so much! You can put it anywhere..." with a grin. She had a sweet voice with a little lilt that everyone found sexy. He blushed and put the bag down by the door.
"Wait, I've got a little something for you." and let him have a view of her bare butt as she walked over to get a tip out of her purse. "Thanks again", she said, batting her eyes at him as she got a little too close to hand it to him. He lingered over her touch and said, "If there is anything else you need, anything at all, don't hesitate to call, and ask for Bruce!" "Oh, I will..." she said in her breathiest, most suggestive voice.
As he left, she giggled to herself and touched her pussy. It was sopping wet from the encounter. Back home, she would have immediately gone in the shower and masturbated, but not now. Now she just washed up and left the tension to build in her, knowing it would be relieved in much better ways, soon enough.
Dressed in a skirt and button down shirt, she headed out to the afternoon introductory session. The outfit was conservative, but she filled out the skirt nicely. The fact that she was wearing the shirt buttons undone just enough that you could see her lacy bra and a bit of cleavage made it a little less so.
She grabbed the obligatory cup of coffee and a cookie from the refreshment table and started to mingle. She joined a group of 3 men and a woman talking about their research briefly, but after introductions, she saw they were only interested in talking about their latest grants, so she excused herself. Then she noticed a distinguished looking man standing nearby, alone. She saw him looking at her and went over to say hello. "Hi, I'm Janet."
"John. Nice to meet you. I see you got bored with the shop talk over there. It's enough to make you want to scream sometimes."
"Yes, the men seemed to be trying to impress the woman with how nerdy they are, but it didn't seem to be working."
"It doesn't surprise me. I saw her come in with her female grad student a few minutes ago, and they seemed to be more than just adviser and student, if you know what I mean..."
"I see", she said with a smile. "I guess there's a lot of that sort of thing that goes on here. Students and profs letting their hair down, trying to get lucky with new people on a trip and all that. It's like spring break for nerds."
"Ha, ha. Yep, it's just human nature."
"What about you? Do you engage in extracurricular activities at these meetings?"
He eyed her speculatively. "Well, I'm as human as any of them. For example, you're a very attractive woman. If I got the idea you were interested, I wouldn't mind spending some time with you."
She eyed him back. A little taller than her, he was very good looking, about 45, and he looked like he was in great shape. He carried himself with a confidence that she found very sexy. "We could explore that..."
