At a conference in Ft. Lauderdale, there were about 350 people there who all looked like they were serious about conferencing. You could tell by the way they carried their notebooks everywhere they went and by the copious amount of notes they took as the speakers gave their presentation. I wasn't too wild about the conference, but I had attended because I was staffing the display booth our company had there.
Just before the break for dinner, this lady came to my booth more to see what goodies I was giving away than to find out what our company had to offer. There were very few people hanging around the display area because I think many of them had gone outside the building for dinner at a restaurant. This gave me a lot of alone time with the lady, and we talked about everything under the sun.
"Isn't this conference the shits?" she said.
"It's not my best one, that's for sure," I told her. I also explained that it was my turn to staff the booth this year.
"Poor Baby," she said. "I only came here to get away from my asshole husband."
I thought to myself that this lady was looking for something and it wasn't what I was giving away from the company.
"How would you like to go for a later dinnere after the display area closes?" I asked her.
"Well, now, isn't this my lucky day! I suppose you gathered that I was interested in finding someone to chum around with, so the answer is yes. I'd love to go eat with you."
When she said that, I sort of had a bit of grin on the corner of my mouth because I didn't think she was aware of here double-entendre.
"I saw that smile, Buddy. By the way, my name is Jennifer--not Jennie, please. What's yours?" she asked.
I told her my name and suggested we meet around 7:30 and we could go out for dinner. She was staying at the same hotel as I was, so it was easy to meet her.
She said, "I'm in Room 1315. Call me anytime. Maybe we could have drinks first."
"Hey, I'm just down the hall from you. I'm in 1328. Yeah, I'll see how things work out here." I said.
About 30 minutes later, I closed the booth for the night and went back to my room and showered. My dick was quite hard as I soaped up thinking that Jennifer might be the one to take the boredom away from this conference.
I had just gotten out of the shower when the phone rang.
"You like white wine?" the voice asked.
I figured it must be Jennifer and I told her that I did. She invited me to her room for a drink before we went out for dinner. I told her I just had to get dressed and I'll be along. I put on a white shirt under this candy-apple red cashmere sweater I had gotten for Christmas, black slacks and checked myself in the mirror before I left my room.
I walked up to her room and tapped on the door.
"It's open a bit, Bruce. Come on in."
I walked into her room; and before I could say anything she said, "Wow, that's a hot looking sweater. You look terrific."
I thanked her for the compliment and took one look at her. She was wearing a white blouse which highlighted her ample tits. The first two buttons were undone; but from where I was standing, nothing was revealed.
I walked over to her window; and since she was on the opposite side of the hall, her room faced the water. I pulled back the curtain so I could look out and said to her, "What a great view."
She said, "Yeah, not bad from here either."
I turned around and looked at her and said, "Thanks, Goregous."
She came over to me and said, "Let's go out on the balcony and get some fresh air."
We opened the patio doors and went outside with our wine. I leaned against the railing, and she came and stood beside me. When she did, I could down her blouse that still had the top two buttons undone. She was wearing a black lace, underwire bra which pushed her tits up and together. They looked amazing.
We stood side-by-side with our bodies touching. I was still stealing glances at her tits and she knew it.
"It's funny that you wore a red sweater tonight because I had a red outfit picked out. You would have liked it because it also included a red bra like this one; and since you are enjoying the black one I have on, it would have been even more exciting for you. Maybe I'll wear it tomorrow."
"I'm sorry, Jennifer, but I couldn't help but notice your breasts. They are so beautiful and seem so tight and full." I apologized to her.
"Don't apologize, Bruce. I think by now that you realize this is intentional. I have been so lonely that I would do anything to make you love me and to make you want me."
I just couldn't move fast enough to pull her around to face me so I could kiss her. I gave her a long, passionate kiss that had both of us exploring each other with our tongues. Our bodies were grinding together, and I'm sure she could feel my hard-on sticking into her crotch. I let my hands go around her back and I lifted her blouse out of her skirt. All I could feel right now was soft, warm skin and it felt good.
"Bruce, this feels so good to have your arms around me and to feel your hands on my bare skin. If you don't do something else soon, I'm going to explode, she said as her body was shaking.
"Do you want to make love, Jennifer?" I asked her.
"No, I want to fuck and I want to fuck hard." she almost screamed.
I slowly guided her back to the bed while I was kissing her. When the back of her legs touched the bed, I started undressing her. I unbuttoned her blouse and got to feel those beautiful tits even though she still had her blouse on. Then, I reached behind her and unbuttoned the button and pulled down the zipper of her skirt. I slid both hands into her skirt to pull it down, but she quickly realized that I needed help, so she pulled her skirt down and kicked it away.
