0 comments/ 58327 views/ 27 favorites At the Convention By: clarkroberts I once heard that the real value of conventions comes from socializing. The attendees loosen up and bond with their colleagues in a more casual setting. I found this to be true at the last convention I attended. My name is Chet. I'm forty-one, six-foot tall and fit with dark hair and eyes. I run the shipping department of my company in Chicago, where I've worked for the past ten years. I've been married to the same woman for twenty years. Our union produced two children, a boy and girl, both in their teens. I'm your typical white, middle-class suburbanite, in other words boring. All that changed at the convention where I met Whitney. The first time I saw Whitney was at the pool of my Houston hotel. I needed to relax after my flight from Chicago and I had some time to kill before the evening's vendor's reception. I had swum the length of the pool a couple of times to unknot my muscles. I was just floating relaxing when this short, stacked, bubble-butted blonde plunged from the diving board. She glided half-way across the pool before breaking the surface. Using a powerful breast-stroke she swum to the swallow end of the pool and used the steps to emerge gracefully from the pool. The blue material of her swimsuit had invaded the crack of her ass. She slipped her index fingers into the leg holes of her bikini running her fingers along her butt checks she pressed the material out of her ass in a very lady like fashion. Drifting in the water I smiled content to watch the show. She smiled back at me as she leaned over a chaise lounge chair picking up a towel. She rapidly shook her wet head, slinging big drops of water across the cement deck. As she patted herself dry sunlight reflected off her wedding ring. The blue bikini brought out the blue in her eyes which cast a sultry simmer. It was when she daintily sat down on the lounge that I noticed she had some kind of tattoo on her breast emerging from the bikini top. Her nipples were hard and tented the bikini's material. Keenly aware that she had the attention of every male around the pool she basked in our attentiveness as much as she did the sun's warmth. My cock became erect as I observed the radiant beauty of the blonde, thankfully it was hidden beneath the surface of the water. Unfortunately, my cell phone rang. It was on the lounge right next to the blonde beauty. "Fuck," I muttered under my breath, wading to the shallow-end steps. Just as I was about to leave the security of the pool and reveal my excitement to the world, the blonde beauty handed me the phone. Blushing like a teenager I gushed my thanks and flipped open the phone. "You're welcome." She silently mouthed. Then gathered her things and slipped into a pair of wedged sandals that furthered emphasized her sexy bubble butt. She headed inside the hotel. Before she left I noticed the wet bikini material clinging to her labia in a well-defined camel-toe. I wondered about the pleasurable delights that were hidden beneath the thin strip of cloth. As she walked away I watched the rise and fall of her buttocks with each sideways sway of her hips. The blue material inched back into her crack causing her sexy cheeks to peek out from the underside of her bikini. I couldn't believe I could get so hard by simply watching a woman walk away. The voice screaming in my ear brought me back to reality, "Sorry Honey, bad connection. What did you say?" It didn't take long to lose my erection with my wife shrieking in my ear. I apologized for not calling to inform her I had arrived in Houston safely and reminded her that my presence at convention events was part of my job. In fact, the vendor's reception was the first such event and was to be held in one of the hotel's ballrooms in an hour. I snapped the phone shut and got out of the pool heading to my room. I jumped into the shower and as steam filled the bathroom my mind went into full blown fantasy mode. My cock hardened to the point of pain and I began to stroke my cock with vigor. I imagined the blonde beauty joining me in the shower. In my imagination her nipples stood at rigid attention as she stepped into the shower. I pulled her into a kiss and our tongues wrestled. I broke our kiss and lathered her bodacious breasts gently pinching her nipples until she squealed with delight. A mental imagine of the blonde beauty turning around and grasping the shower-head while rising up on her tip-toes. Pushing her cute bubble butt at me she looked over her shoulder and coyly said, "Want to fuck me?" I stroked my hard cock vigorously as I imagined the blonde beauty slowly guiding my cock into her wet wanton cunt. Then I visualized the way she would look as she took the initiative and began to piston rapidly up and down on my hard cock. As her passion built she picked up speed until her breasts bounced to and fro with fevered fervor. The image burned through my brain as my testicles tightened. Cum spurted in thick ropes of release from my throbbing cock. My eyes rolled back in my head and flashes of white rocketed through my brain while blood roared in my ears. I hissed with release as spurts of pleasure shot from my cock. My whole body trembled and I shook my head from side to side. I grabbed the showerhead like it was a life line. The last thing I needed was to get hurt by falling in the shower while jerking off. The ballroom was crowded with conventioneers and vendors. Their conversations produced a dull roar as they made new acquaintances and renewed old ones. After slapping a name tag on my white polo shirt I made my way to the bar snagging an appetizer from a passing waiter. I ordered a beer from the bartender and after contributing to his tip jar I helped myself to a plate of nachos. I sipped beer from the longneck bottle and ate the corn chips smothered with refried beans, cooked beef, onion, and cheddar cheese. Spotting a vendor who called on my company I joined his little group. As we talked business I caught sight of the blonde from the pool. As she walked by our little network our conversation died and our attention focused on her. She was wearing white linen pants that showed all the right curves in all the right places. The seam of her pants casually crept into the crevice of her cunt producing a captivating camel-toe. The linen's sheerness revealed her white thong and buttocks. If you looked hard enough you could make out the image of a tattoo on her left cheek. Noting our awareness she put a little extra wiggle into her walk. Her top was a sophisticated and elegant cobalt silk blouse. The blue color highlighted her blue eyes which sparkled with delight at the male attention she was receiving. It was sleeveless with a surplice v-neckline that emphasized her ample cleavage. Her nipples tented the silk weave of the blouse with polished perfection and left little doubt she was braless. With a knowing discernment she placed a name tag sticker where it was mostly likely to be seen, on her silk-covered left breast. It read, "Hello, My Name is Whitney." I lost sight of her as she disappeared into the crowd. Excusing myself from the group I made my way back to the bar. Before I got to it I spotted Whitney, she had been cornered by a couple of middle-aged businessmen. One was fat and the other was bald and both of them talked to her big breasts neither looking into her face. I shot her a grin as I made my way past them. She tilted her head and raised her eyebrows pleading for rescue. I elbowed my way in between the men and said, "Whitney, I've been looking all over for you. The boss needs you right away." "Thanks, Chet," she said, glancing at my name tag. Then to the men she added, "Please excuse me." Following behind her I became mesmerized by the oscillation of her buttocks. I would have followed her to the ends of the earth but she only went as far as the bar. I was so engrossed studying her ass trying to make out the image of the tattoo on her left butt cheek that I didn't notice she had stopped walking. I bumped right into her and my cock naturally found its way into the crack of her ass. "Oof," she gasped. "Sorry," I muttered my face flushed with embarrassment. She smiled at my teenage-like angst and bought me a beer. She ordered a wine cooler for herself. Handing me the longneck she said, "Thanks for rescuing me from Chubby and Curly. My name's Whitney Lewis." I shook her proffered hand, noting her manicured and painted nails. I replied, "Chet Reynolds. I'm sorry I almost knocked you down. In my defense I was trying to make out the tattoo on your lovely derriere." "It's the logo of my company and thanks for noticing," she laughed and handed me her business card. She pulled the neckline of her top to give me a glimpse adding "I have a matching one on my right breast." I looked at her breast and then at her card, the logo images where the same. I said, "Wow, you're one dedicated employee." "There just temporary tattoos, they'll come off with baby oil." I took a sip of beer and asked, "Why do it?" "You know as well as me, that sex sells. My company has a booth in the exhibit hall so I thought maybe a little T & A advertising tonight might increase the traffic to our booth tomorrow. You should have seen my boss's reaction when I presented the idea to him. I thought he was going to jizz in his trousers." "I just bet he did," I affirmed then laughed. Flushed with delight she gushed, "I like playing the bad girl for a change." We sipped from our bottles and talked. I learned she was from Los Angles and that she was in her mid-thirties, just getting back into the workforce after doing a stint as a stay-at-home mom. She had two girls, who were now eight and ten. Showing me pictures of her girls from her smartphone, she explained that her children were staying with her parents so she could come to the convention. Since the girls were out of school for the summer there was no way her car salesman husband, Mitch, could care for them. Suddenly, Whitney said, "I like you Chet." "Why's that?" I smirked, thinking she was teasing me. She looked straight into my eyes and replied, "Because you talk to me not just to my tits" "I like you, too, Whitney. You're fun to be around." As if to prove her point an acquaintance of my joined us, I watched them exchange banter and noticed that his eyes seldom rose any higher than Whitney's bosom. Since he was taller than her, he spent much of the conversation peeping down her top. No doubt he spotted the logo. It sure pays to advertise. After ogling her a few more minutes he left us. Saying she had to circulate through the crowd she excused herself but asked if I would meet her for breakfast in morning. She kissed my cheek and whispered, "See you then." I left the reception and went up to my room. I called my wife to say goodnight then went to bed. My mind raced with images of Whitney and the emotions she stirred. On the one hand I was happily married, and even though my wife had let herself go these past few years I didn't want to risk the twenty years I had invested in the marriage. On the other hand, Whitney was a beautiful woman that roused desires in me that I thought had long been extinguished. That was the logical side of my brain. The erotic side of my brain had other ideas and from the midst of my subconscious I began to dream. Out of the recesses of my mind I walked down the hallway to my bedroom I heard voices giggling on the other side of the closed door. I opened the bedroom door and my mouth dropped wide in surprise. Kneeling in the middle of a king-sized bed with their arms around each other's waist was Whitney and my wife. They wore matching black corsets that had a shelf-bra, so their breasts looked like they were being offered up on serving trays. Black fishnet stockings were held up by suspenders which dangled from the corsets. Neither wore panties so their wet and puffy bald pussies were on full display. With a sultry tone my wife said, "I asked Whitney to join us." She turned and kissed Whitney. Their tongues teasingly entwined. Breaking the kiss, my wife looked at me and continued, "I hope you don't mind." "I don't mind at all," I rasped excitedly with a smile and a twinkling eye. I walked into the room ripping off my shirt and kicking off his shoes. I hopped on one leg then the other as I yanked my socks off. I tore down my trousers and boxers then charged towards the bed with my eager erection leading the way. Whitney met me at the end of the bed and kissed her hungrily. She arched her back and moaned as I squeezed one humongous breast then bent my head and sucked the other's nipple. My wife rolled off the bed and dropped to her knees in front of me. She took my cock in her hand and traced her finger down the huge vein running down its length. She offered my cock to Whiney who had dropped from the bed and knelt next to her. They feasted on my cock. Starting at the base of my cock they each licked up its length until they met at the head. Then they interlaced their tongues in a fiery kiss. As my cock danced between their mouths I moaned deep in my throat. While my tickled my testicles with her tongue, Whitney sucked on the bulbous head and jerked her hand down its length. My wife said, "I need get Whitney's pussy ready for you." Whitney got up off the floor and onto the bed. She rolled over on to her back and hung her head off the edge of the bed and huskily ordered, "Feed me your cock, Chet." Once again I slipped my cock into her mouth. Meanwhile, my wife knelt between Whitney's spread legs. In no time Whitney was moaning and groaning around my cock as my wife worked her talented tongue into the younger woman's cunt. My wife buried two fingers inside Whitney then lightly bit down on her clit. Whitney climaxed, spitting out my cock she wailed, "Ohhh!" My wife rolled over and spread her legs invitingly saying, "My turn." Whitney crawled up between my wife's legs on her hands and knees. She kissed and sucked the upper thigh were it was exposed above my wife's stocking tops. She gently bit my wife's puffy pussy lips before burrowing her tongue between them. I positioned myself behind Whitney and she stopped her oral manipulation while I worked my hard cock into her saturated snatch, she panted, "That's it. That's what I want." It took a few moments for her pussy to accommodate my girth. Once I was fully seated inside her, I huffed, "Your pussy is so tight. It feels so good, Whitney." As I slowly began moving my cock in and out of Whitney she adjusted to my rhythm and began licking my wife's pussy to the rocking motion of my thrusts. My wife groaned with gratification and pushed Whitney's face deeper into the hot folds of her cunt. She clutched the bed spread and arched her back hollering, "Cumming!" I grabbed Whitney's hips and pummeled her pussy to a pleasurable pulp. My cock grew harder, then twitched, then spewed. Feeling, my cum bathing her pussy must have triggered Whitney's orgasm. She growled into my wife's gaping gash as her cunt contracted around my cock milking the last of my cum from it. I was jolted from my slumber by the ringing of the phone with my wake-up call. I bolted upright in my bed. I sighed, "What a dream." After showering and shaving I hurried down to the hotel's cafe to meet Whitney for breakfast. She hadn't arrived so I helped myself to coffee and bagel then grabbed a table to wait. Not long after I sat down Whitney made her appearance. She looked very professional in her navy blue pants suit with a pink blouse and her hair pulled back into a business-like bun. She acknowledged me with a tilt of her head and grabbed coffee and a Danish from the breakfast bar before joining me. She sat down and pushed her eyeglasses back up her nose. Frowning I observed, "I didn't know you wore glasses. Did you have contacts in last night." "No, I don't need glasses. They're just plain glass," she replied handing me her spectacles. She explained, "Gals with glasses look smarter, so I wear them to combat the dumb blonde stereotype." Laughing I said, "You do understand marketing." "Thank you. How did you sleep?" "Pretty good, I had a very interesting dream," I replied with a wink. "Oh, you," Whitney teased and gave my hand a squeeze. She placed the convention's program on the table. Today, a total of sixteen speakers were going to make presentations but four would be speaking at the same time so each attendee would only be able to hear four speakers for the entire day. Her forehead wrinkled as she said, "So many good speakers on so many good topics. I wish I could hear them all. Do you know which ones you're going to attend?" I nodded and showed her my program with the speakers I had chosen circled. Nodding she pulled a pen from her briefcase and circled the names placing my name next to each speaker. "Why don't we meet for supper and compare notes." "Sure." "Let's make it eight at the hotel's restaurant. I'll even buy," she offered. "Sure," I agreed but before I could continue our conversation she popped from her seat. Picking up her briefcase she said, "There's Chubby and Curly, I need to speak to them." I finished my coffee in a funk. I studied Whitney's round bubble-butt perfectly displayed in the blue slacks as she leaned over the table in animated conversation with Chubby and Curly. They seemed quite jovial from the attention she was lavishing on them. Sitting my cup down I rose to my feet and placed a tip on the table and left the café. I chided myself, "Quit sulking, Idiot." A shuttle bus pulled up to take hotel guests to the convention center. I was one of the first and made my way to the back of the bus, saving the front seats for late arrivals. A portly gentleman from Seattle squashed me into the window as he torqued his bulk into our seat. Whitney was the last one on the bus and asked a grayed-haired executive if he would give up his seat so she could talk business with the man next to him. When the gray-haired guy rose I got a glimpse of the man she was setting next to, it was my colleague from last night, the one that had ogled Whitney's breasts. As they engaged in a lively discussion punctuated by several of her girlish laughs, a wave of jealousy washed over me. I shook my head to clear it then glared out the window. I was acting childish after all I was a married man. And, Whitney was a wife and mother so nothing was going to happen between us. I bite my lip resolved to check my emotions and just enjoy the harmless flirting that Whitney did with me. Apparently she flirted with every other male she came in contact. Part of her business strategy, she's just networking, I concluded. I spent the rest of the day listening to one speaker or another, moving from presentation to presentation. I decided I needed to do my own networking and made it a point to meet someone new in each seminar. I ate lunch with a new acquaintance from Buffalo. Following the last speaker of the day I caught a shuttle back to the hotel. Calling my wife I told her about my day and listened as she told me about hers. After we said our good-byes, I compared how my wife made me feel to how Whitney made me feel. I did love my wife and I was comfortable with her. The feeling I had for Whitney were pure lust and I was excited by the attention she gave me. It seemed to me that Whitney was a nice beat-off fantasy but nothing was ever going to happen nor was I sure that I wanted anything to happen. I went down to the hotel's restaurant. The maître d' led me to one of the back tables hidden from most of the eatery's patrons. My eyebrows rose in surprise as I caught sight of Whitney sitting at the table wearing a blue T-shirt and black yoga pants with no make-up on and her hair pulled back in a ponytail. At the Convention Her voice was full of weariness as she said, "I had to make myself more comfortable. I've been on my feet all day. I didn't think you would mind nor think me less professional." "Not at all," I said handing her a copy of my notes, I had stopped at the hotel's business center and made copies on my way to the restaurant, I added, "If you'd rather, we can do this some other time." She smiled and handed me back a manila folder full of documents. She shook her head negatively, "If you don't mind being seen with a slob, I'd like to have dinner with you." "I'd like that very much," I said sitting down. I opened the file. It contained detailed notes from twelve of the sixteen presentations given at the convention today. I cocked a questioning eye at Whitney. Reading my body language she offered, "I told you I wanted to attend all the presentations today, so I enlisted, you, Curly, Chubby and Mr. Ogle-My-Tits, to take notes for me. In return each of you received detailed notes of the other presentations. It's win-win for everyone." I slapped the table laughing. I raised my beer and toasted, "Whitney you are a business genius. Someday you'll be running your own company." She tapped her wine glass to my bottle with an ear to ear grin. Then a faraway look overcame her face and she choked, "I just wish my husband had that much confidence in me." We ordered and ate. I learned from our conversation that she had spent the entire day in the exhibit hall working her company's booth, she hadn't gotten to attend a single presentation. I asked, "How did the T &A advertising go? Did you have a lot of traffic at your booth today?" "Chet, we were overwhelmed with traffic." Her eyes shimmered as she laughed. As her laughter died her smile faded into a frown, "You know that was another thing my husband didn't get. I modeled the outfit for him and the tattoos, expecting him to at least get as aroused as my boss but he just shook his head in disgust saying it was a disgusting gimmick." I offered, "It was a gimmick that worked. Half of moving a product is getting people's attention and you defiantly did that, maybe he didn't want you strutting so salaciously around a crowd." She shook her head, "He wasn't jealous. Jealousy I could understand, he's been mostly disinterested. I mean it was a real ego boost that my body was in good enough shape to pull off a look like that after two kids. I really had to ratchet up my courage to present the concept to my boss without appearing to be an out-and-out slut especially after being out of the workforce for so long. I could have used his support not his disdain." I patted her hand, "Well, it was a good idea and it worked." Somewhat comforted she said, "Your wife is lucky to have such an understanding husband." I shook my head, "I don't know how understanding I am. Because there a lot of things about my wife that I don't understand. I don't understand, why she let herself go, she had always taken pride in her appearance until a few years ago. I don't understand why we only have sex every three weeks and then only in the spoon position. I love to see her face when she cums and I love to look into her eyes when I cum." "Maybe she's going through the change," offered Whitney patting my hand this time. "She's going through a change but it's not menopause." I flushed crimson, embarrassed by my outburst. "I'm sorry, that's probably more information than you wanted. It's just that you're so easy to talk to, I'm sorry." "Don't be sorry. Most people think I'm a dumb blonde or spend more time talking to my boobs than they do to me. I appreciate that you not only talked to me, you trusted me enough to talk about something important and intimate." "Thanks for listening but we ought to call it a night." Whitney agreed and true to her word she bought supper charging the expense to her room number. As we waited for the elevator I smiled at her in the mirrored doors. She returned a weary grin. The mirrored doors gave me a full frontal view of Whitney's frame and the camel-toe her tight yoga pants had created. My lust-filled eyes drank in the contours of her outlined cunt. Thoughts of the delightful pleasure hidden just beneath the fabric made my mouth water. When Whitney giggled I realized I had been busted. I blushed and swallowed audibly. The elevator chimed and the doors opened and we entered it. Standing next to the control I pushed my floor number followed by Whitney's after she informed me of it. A comfortable silence filled the elevator, like we were old friends, so familiar with each other we didn't need to talk to communicate. I glanced sideways at Whitney and she stifled a giggle causing me to blush. There was an air of sexual attraction between us. "I have a breakfast meeting in the morning," she said with a slight quiver in her voice, "Maybe you'd like to have lunch with me tomorrow?" Nodding, I pulled her into a tight embrace and kissed her fully on the lips. Instinctively, her lips parted and my tongue penetrated her mouth. For a moment it gleefully frolicked then entwined with hers. My erection strained against her pubic bone and she lustily ground her pelvis against my hard-on, confirming she wanted me as much as I wanted her. Just as I thought she had surrendered, she slapped me so hard I had to clutch the handrail to keep from falling down. The elevator stopped its ascent and chimed. As the door slid open Whitney retreated from the lift sobbing, "I'm a married woman, you're a married man, this can't happen." As the door slid shut I rubbed my face feeling the stinging heat and the rising welt. Traces of her perfume lingered in the air. I could still taste the sweetness of her lips on mine. The elevator reached my floor and I went to my room. I made several calls to Whitney's cell phone but she refused to answer it so I left several apologetic messages. I clicked my cell phone shut and turned it off. I pondered Whitney's hasty exit as I got ready for bed. I knew she was as attracted to me as I was to her but acting on that attraction must have frightened her. Confused I went to bed tossing and turning before drifting to sleep and into troubled dreams. Suddenly, I see myself in the elevator with Whitney and she's wearing her blue bikini. I look into her eyes. Those big blue eyes that seemed to penetrate so deeply into me that she touched my soul. My hard cock ached to penetrate her pussy just as deeply. Her nipples hardened under my gaze and her eyes never strayed from mine. She smiled at me pushed the emergency stop button on the elevator panel. The elevator jolted to a stop and she leapt into my arms. She kissed me. Her tongue hungrily wrestled with mine while she pulverized my hard cock by grinding her pubic bone on it. She wanted me in the worst way. Breaking our kiss I pushed her to arm's length and asked, "What has gotten into you, Whitney?" "I want your big cock to get into me," she replied panting with need. She reached behind her neck and untied the string of her bikini top. Then she yanked the second tie from around her back and pulled the top off her heaving breasts. Her pink nipples hardened before my eyes and beckon me to give them attention. I immediately seized a big breast in each hand and passionately squeezed them. Pinching her nipples until she squealed I teased, "You know we might get caught." "Yes, I know. Isn't it exhilarating," she said before kissing me lustily. While I continued to tease and tantalize her tits Whitney unbutton my shirt. She ran her fingers through my pelt of chest hair down to my belly. It trembled with excitement. She undid my trousers. My cock bolted out. It was stone hard and its tip drooled pre-cum. I moaned, "Whitney, you're so beautiful. I want you. I want you now." I untied the strings that held her bikini to her hips she uttered a sigh of encouragement. I tried to pull her bikini from her but it clung to her wet cunt. I jerked and it came loose from her nethers. The small space of the elevator filled with the bouquet of her sex. My nostrils flared with the primal knowledge that she was ready to copulate. My finger confirmed my suspicion as it sank into her simmering snatch. I pushed my palm against her protruding clit causing her to gasp. I rasped, "You're so wet Whitney. Do you want me to fuck you?" "Yes, fuck me, Chet, fuck me," she whimpered as I pushed on her clit and fingered her wildly. I clutched her buttocks squeezing a cheek in each hand. Then I lifted her up by her ass while she hugged my neck. My hard cock naturally found her soggy slit and she slid down my shaft until she was completely impaled on my cock. I pushed her against the elevator wall. "Oof," she exhaled as her back hit the wall. She wrapped her legs around my waist locking them together with her ankles. She kissed me. Her tongue plunged into my mouth as deeply as my cock penetrated her cunt. She broke our kiss and whispered in my ear, "Your cock feels so good inside me, Chet, fuck me." My hips propelled my cock in and out of her wet velvety cunt like a rocket. Timed with my thrusts my breath came in gasps, "uh, uh, uh, uh." "Oh, Oh, Oh," Whitney rasped in return like a primative mating call. Her snatch clutched at my cock with wet silky spasms that motivated me to increase my momentum. The pressure of pleasure in her pussy intensified. Her breath grew more labored. She blinked her eyes rapid fire. Her brow contorted into climatic creases. Then her body exploded with euphoric release. She hooted, "Cum...Pussy...Cum." I stabbed my cock into her climaxing cunt as far I could and blew my load with gusto. I roared, "Cumming, Cumming!" She held me in a tight embrace cooing in my ear as I emptied my balls into her. She whispered, "I love your cock Chet, I love your big cock." Finally spent, my cock softened and slipped from her well-serviced snatch. I lowered her back down. I buttoned my shirt and redid my trousers while she picked up her discarded bikini from the floor. I patted her bare bottom as the elevator door opened. I said, "Whitney, you're a great fuck." "Glad you enjoyed it," she chuckled. She sashayed naked into the crowded lobby carrying her bikini in her hand knowing that every eye was on her, yet it was me alone she wanted to watch her. She drifted into the mists of my memory. The next morning I awoke refreshed and reinvigorated. As I went through my morning ablutions I reflected upon my dream . I wondered if Whitney was still upset with me. I turned on my cell phone. There were no messages from her. I sent her a text. It went unanswered. I knew Whitney had a breakfast meeting so I didn't even look for in the hotel's cafe. I ate a quick bite by myself and caught the shuttle to the convention hall. I spent the morning casually strolling through the exhibit hall, networking with vendors and looking at the latest gadgets. By noon I had a shopping bag full of brochures. My cellphone buzzed receiving a text message. It was from Whitney, I flipped it open and read, "Lunch?" "Where?" my thumbs tapped on the keypad. She tapped back, "My booth N 10." The company Whitney worked for had a booth on the other side of the exhibit hall. I hurried to it afraid she might change her mind about seeing me if I was late. When I arrived Whitney was with a customer so I browsed through the display. I studied her while feigning interest in the business literature. She had her blonde hair up in a business like bun and eye glasses perched on the end of her nose. Black onyx earrings matched the wide black bangles on her wrists and the thick black belt around her waist. She wore a vintage blue dress with white polka dots. It fell to her knees but failed to hide the beauty of her legs encased in flesh colored stockings with a seam up the back. She stood in a pair of black pumps that pronounced the curve of her bubble butt and enhanced her bodacious breasts. At last the customer moved on and Whitney signaled me to follow her with a tilt of her head. She led me behind the curtains of the booth into the walkway between the exhibits. It was semi-private, meaning that no one could see us unless they came behind the curtains and the roar of the crowd would mask our conversation. She stopped next to a concrete pillar and leaned her back against it saying, "Chet we need to talk." "I'm sorry Whitney, I didn't mean to offend you in the elevator last night," I said preemptively. She shook his head then confessed, "I wasn't offended. I knew if our kiss lingered any longer I wouldn't be able to stop with just a kiss." "I'm sorry. I don't what else to say." Her voice betrayed both her excitement and aggravation, "I haven't had a single sexual thought about another man since I got married. I have never been unfaithful. Last night, when you kissed me, I was shocked. But, sometimes a woman needs a shock. It felt good to be desired again. My husband and I have sex but it's become boring and lacks intimacy. You opened up to me last night in a way my husband hasn't in years. I gotten frighten because I didn't want to resist your advances. I don't feel guilty about wanting to feel the pleasure of your touch and that frightens me too." "Don't be frightened," I said in a reassuring tone. I caressed her cheek then pulled her face to mine and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and returned my kiss with passion. Her tongue found mine and wrestled with it enthusiastically. She must have felt my erection straining against my trousers and resting against her mound because she reached down and grasped my aroused cock then squeezed it. She broke our kiss and searched my eye saying, "Chet, you are so hard." "You excite me so much," I panted and squeezed her big breast through her dress. Whitney's teasing was not simply exciting me it was inciting me. My eyes filled with lust as I looked into hers. With sudden sexual inspiration I demanded, "Let me see your panties." "What?" she asked cocking her eyebrows with surprise. With incited excitement I insisted, "Whitney, let see me your panties. I want to see them." "Okay," she whispered her voice trembling with excitement. Spreading her feet shoulder width apart she snatched the hem of her dress and pulled it up. Slowly it traversed up her stocking clad thighs. Smiling, she watched my eyes as they followed the journey of her hem. The dress hem passed her navel before she stopped and bunched the skirt of her dress around her waist. Her voice husky tremor as she said, "I'm not wearing panties, just pantyhose." My eyes beheld the beauty of her pussy encased beneath the sheer nylon material of her pantyhose. I pushed my hand down the inside of the waistband of her pantyhose. The nylon material was saturated with her excitement that I felt on the back of my hand while my fingers slid through her pubic hair. It was neatly trimmed into a landing strip that pointed the way to her labia which was completely hairless. I sank my middle finger deep into her simmering snatch. My palm pushed against her unsheathed and protruding clit causing her to gasp for air. I said, " My goodness, Whitney, you're so wet." Her blue eyes flared with licentiousness as she unzipped my trousers and fished my hard cock out. She took it hand and felt its weight. She said, "Chet, your cock is huge." We'd whipped ourselves into a frenzy, totally lost in each other and connected in the moment. With lewd abandon she tugged on my cock. I sawed my finger in and out of her pussy at the speed of light. I pressed my thumb all around her clit without touching it. The skin on her neck glowed crimson as the pleasurable pressure built. With desperate puffs of breath she fought off the urge to scream like a lunatic. "Still frightened?" I whispered. Wild-eyed and huffing air she shook her head negatively. "Would you like to cum?" She nodded. "Don't scream," I warned. Her body went rigid as I pushed my thumb against her agitated clit. She gritted her teeth to keep from howling in orgasmic release. Like a boiling tea kettle she hissed as her pussy contracted and pulsated around my digit. Surrendering to the pleasure of her climax she buried her face in my shoulder to muffle the noise of her howl. When she grew still I asked, "Are you alright, Whitney?" She looked up at me glazed-eyed still panting, unable to answer. I kissed her cheek as she continued to recover from her orgasm. I noticed movement behind Whitney's shoulder aware that she still held my hard cock in her grip. I could hear voices from just behind the curtain and somewhere a loudspeaker squawked an announcement. All this added to the exhilaration of the moment. She smiled at me stroking my cock with lustful focus and I showed my appreciation for this sensation by thrusting into her fist. She had fun making me squirm. Teasingly she brushed her lips to mine in a light kiss as she jerked my cock with earnest endeavor. Her hands felt my cock pulsate with intense desire. She knew that my climax was impending and all that pressure needed to be released. I heard a noise and anxiously glanced around behind us as Whitney continued to jerk me off. "Do you want to cum?" she whispered. "Or do you want me to stop?" "Cum," I choked with desperation. My cheeks flushed crimson. Kissing my ear she whispered with a hot breath, "Cum for me, Chet." My eyes rolled over white and blood pounded in my ears. My knees weakened and I clutched Whitney's arm to keep from collapsing. Spurts of cum shot from my cock as she stroked more of it from my shaft dousing her pantyhose with my goo. A large wad of white landed on her nylon covered cunt. At last the dazzling ride of my climax was over and I was able to catch my breath. I huffed, "That was intense." She kissed my ear dropping her dress hem letting it fall back to her calves. She leaned into me and groaned, "Yes, it was. I haven't climaxed like that in a while." Parting her lips she raised herself to meet my kiss. With passionate desire our tongues entwined like lustful lovers. The intimacy of the moment was powerful and further heightened the impact of what we had just shared. I took her by the hand and led her down the passage way. Before pulling the curtain back I brush my lips once again across hers. As I opened the curtain to the exhibit hall she asked me to be her escort to the Awards Banquet later in the evening. Nodding my assent I left her at the booth. I smiled as she gleefully greeted a customer a bit disheveled but back in marketing mode. I made my way back into the crowd. A couple of hours later I was back in my hotel room. Surprisingly, I didn't feel guilty about fooling around with Whitney. I wondered why, maybe, it because we hadn't crossed the intercourse line. I loved my wife but something was missing. The only question that remained was I willing to risk my marriage to fill that void? Was Whitney willing to risk hers for me? I called my wife but she was distracted, distant and disinterested in me. Trying to get some sort of reaction from her I told her about the attractive blonde I met and much we had hit it off. My wife simply replied, "That's nice Dear, but I need to go my show is coming on the television. Have a good time, I'll see you when you get home." Before I could affirm my love for her, she hung up the phone. Shrugging I snapped my phone shut and got ready for the Awards Banquet. I put on a sharply tailored navy blue suit with a light blue shirt and a festive yellow tie to add a little pizazz. But it was the matching yellow handkerchief in my breast pocket that brought out the wow factor. Two floors down, I knocked on Whitney's door. She opened it with a beaming smile and glimmering eyes. She wore a little black dress that had a soft feminine style yet was ultra-flirty. It was sleeveless with a plunging neckline that showcased her ample cleavage and an A-line skirt that had a tiered high-low hem, shorter in the front high on thigh and longer in the back falling just behind her knee. Her black stockings were lace and had a floral pattern to them. The black stilettos she wore had a five-inch heel that served to accentuate her already bodacious bosom and her adorable ass. At the Convention Unable to control myself, I pulled her into a kiss. My mouth moved over hers devouring its softness. I forced her lips to part and thrust my tongue into her mouth like I hoped to thrust my cock into her pussy. As I roused her passion, my own grew stronger and I outlined the circle of her breast with my hand. She surrendered to the forceful domination of my lips. The kiss grew more passionate like the soldering heat that joins metal. Suddenly she pushed against my chest breaking our kiss leaving my mouth burning with fire. Her eyes were wide with wonder and she seemed shocked at her own eager response to the touch of my lips. She panted with a hushed tone, "We better go." I had fiery desire, an aching need, for another kiss. I sighed deeply, regaining control of my lust, I nodded. I followed her down the hall to the elevators. I pushed the down button and she handed me her key-card, acknowledging she had nowhere to put it. I slipped into my breast pocket just as the elevator doors opened. Stepping inside the lift Whitney grabbed my arm and clung to it. She knew I could feel her big breast resting on my arm. Her scent filled the closed space and my nostrils flared in primeval response. The two businessmen that Whitney had nicknamed, Curly and Chubby got on the elevator a couple of floors down. They sniffed the air then smiled knowingly at Whitney. She responded with a blush. Then standing on her tip-toes she whispered quitely in my ear, "I'm not wearing any panties and I'm afraid anyone in a ten-foot radius of me is going to know how much you've gotten me aroused." The elevator door opened and we strolled past the lobby toward the crowded ballroom. Through the crowd I spotted my colleague that Whitney had dubbed Mr. Ogle-My-Tits, and I waved to him. He spotted me and dropped his cocktail. The glass shattered on the floor. He stood opened-mouthed, stunned by the blonde clinging to my arm. She had a swaggering sway to her hips and her stilettos clicked on the marble floor with purpose. Anyone who cared to notice would have recognized that she had the walk of a bitch in heat and was looking to mate. And by all accounts she had chosen me to do the honors. We found a table and were joined by Curly, Chubby and Mr. Ogle-My-Tits. Whitney smiled at Mr. Ogle-My-Tis as he pulled her chair out for her then sat next to her. I was on the other side of her and Curly was sitting to my right and to his right was Chubby. They both smiled at Whitney who blushed again. They explained they were business partners. Dinner was served. It was superb along with the good food there was good wine and good conversation. We discussed business trends in general and the convention in particular. While I finished eating Whitney slipped her arm around the back of my chair and absently ran her fingers lightly through the hair at the back of my head before she rubbed my back. The other men at the table seemed a bit envious of the attention I was receiving from the ravishing blonde beauty. There were several speeches on the program and they began as soon as desert was served. The lights in the ballroom were dimmed and a spotlight focused on the speaker. The awards ceremony started when the ballroom's lights were turned back up. Each winner was called to the head table and given a plaque from the president of the business association. Curly and Chubby were awarded one for superior customer service. Once all the awards were handed out the band began to play. Curly asked Whitney to dance. She glanced at me and I nodded my assent. She shot me a wink then flashed him a flirtatious smile saying, "Why not?" Curly followed her on to the dance floor so he could watch her ass wiggle. He was mesmerized by the oscillation of her bubble-butt as she shimmied her hips to the beat of the music. Looking over her shoulder she smiled at him. Then she spun on her heel and opened her arms to him. He embraced her and they swayed to the music. He rested his hand on her waist then slyly cupped her butt with it. They danced through couple of numbers then returned to our table. After a round of cocktails Whitney was asked to return to the dance floor, this time with Chubby. He nodded at me as she led him out onto the dance floor. Then he too took in the salacious spectacle of her wiggling ass. When they were in the middle of the dance floor she wrapped her arms around his neck pressing her amble bosom against his chest. Chubby's bulk towered over Whitney's diminutive frame as they danced close together. He boldly slid his hands down to her butt and she let them rest there without protest. The band picked up its tempo and the couple exited the dance floor, Chubby was too embarrassed to call his awkward jerks and gyrations dancing. As Whitney sat down next to me I looked into her face. It was flushed with excitement and she was giddy from the merited attention she was receiving. A waitress came by with a tray full of free whiskey shots. I took one and handed one to each member of the table. We clinked glasses after I toasted, "To Whitney, the Belle of the Ball." A slow song began to play and Whitney headed to the dance floor with Mr. Ogle-My-Tits. She glanced over her shoulder and grinned at Mr. Ogle-My-Tits who seemed to be as mesmerized by the back and forth motion of her derrière as Curly and Chubby. She wrapped her arms around his neck as his arms encircled her waist. She did nothing to stop him as his hand slid from her waist to her ass. The dance floor was so crowded they could little more than sway to the music as he squeezed her buttock. The song ended and they broke apart to applaud. The band started to play another number and just as Mr. Ogle-My-Tits was about to pull Whitney into his arms for another dance I tapped him on the shoulder and said, "Mind if I cut in?" He glowered his disdain but relented his claim to Whitney as social custom required. "I guess not." Grinning I took Whitney into my arms and held her close as we swayed to the music. I pressed my pelvic against hers until I was sure she could feel my erection through our clothes. I whispered, "You excite me so much." "I'm thrilled that I can excite you that much. Your cock feels really hard," she whispered back in my ear. Then she pulled me closer and ground her pelvis on my erection. The band played a faster number and I watched fascinated as a young woman nearby palpitated her fanny against the crotch of her dance partner. With a wicked grin Whitney mimicked the young woman's erotic moves and ground her butt into my loins. My cock actually got harder. Looking over her shoulder Whitney giggled as my face flushed crimson with excitement. Soon she got lost in the music and her lust. Her appealing ass wiggled and her tantalizing tits jiggled to the wild beat as she performed a primitive mating dance. She spun around and continued to dance in front of me bewitchingly gyrating her hips. Her voice was husky with lust as she suggested, "How about taking me back to my room and fucking me silly. You do want to fuck me, don't you, Chet?" She smiled seductively, " Because I'm sure I want you to fuck me. I really do." I stood there for a long moment dumbfounded not expecting her to speak so crudely or so provocatively. Smiling, like I just won the lotto, I took her by the hand and led her off the dance floor. I concurred, "Let's go fuck." We paused at the table long enough say good night to the other men. Perceptively they smiled sadly at us. Whitney had let each of them cop a feel of her body and get a little thrill but I was the one she was going to sexually satisfy with that body. After we entered the elevator Whitney jumped into my arms and kissed me hungrily. Her tongue probed my mouth and I responded by entangling mine with hers. Once the elevator door opened we hurried down the hall to the room. Whitney giggled at me as I struggled to get the keycard to work. In frustration I croaked, "Damn it." Calmly Whitney took the card from me and lightly slid it across the lock and it released. She pushed the door open and pulled me inside. The room was glowing in lamp light. Whitney turned to me, with a wicked grin she grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it over her then tossed it to the floor. She stood before me just wearing black lace stockings and sexy black stiletto heels. The stockings framed her pink pussy into a picture of wanton pleasure. She had shaved her pussy completely bald since this afternoon. Her pussy glistened with anticipation and her clit peered from its hood seeking attention. I watched her in silence as she walked slowly towards me seductively swinging her hips. My eyes tarried on her breasts. I noticed her nipples were hard and rose rigidly from the center of her pink areolas. My eyes roamed down to her pussy and I licked my lips. Impishly she smiled at me wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me with passion. I gently but firmly squeezed her breasts like I was checking a ripe fruit. I bent my head and took an erect nipple into my mouth and sucked it. "That's it, Chet," She hissed while running her fingers through my hair. She pushed me away from her breasts. She was ready to proceed so she slid my suit coat off and let it fall to the floor. Then she unbuttoned my shirt kissing my chest as she undid each button. Soon it joined the jacket on the floor. She dropped to her knees and unzipped my trousers. Gleefully she fished my hard cock out and studied it for a moment before kissing its swollen helmet then licking the pre-cum drooling from it. Looking me straight in the eye she said, "I'm defiantly going to get plenty of pleasure from this monster." I stammered, "Glad you like it." "I love it, especially, when it's so big and hard." She licked the underside of my shaft. Smiling up at me she stroked my cock with hands, twisting and turning it in her hands. She drew my cockhead back into her mouth and sucked on fiercely. Unable to accommodate all my cock in her mouth she continued to stroke the remaining shank. Soon, she was sucking and stroking my big cock for all she was worth. My cock swelled and my testicles contracted before sending cum spewing from my cock. My shout of ecstasy reverberated throughout the room, "I'm cumming, Whitney." Her mouth filled with my cum. She swallowed all she could but a bit leaked from the corner of her mouth. She twirled her tongue around my bloated cock head cleaning cum from it. Then she released my cock from my mouth and giggled as I collapsed into a nearby chair. Noticing a dollop of cum resting on her breast she wiped it up with her forefinger and licked it clean. She smiled at my gaze of astonishment and whispered huskily, "Your cum tastes great, Chet." She rose from the floor and sauntered to the bed. Her buttocks jiggled joyously as she ambled silently across the carpet. Glancing over her shoulder she caught my eye and gave me a flirtatious grin. She half sprawled on the bed with her legs dangling off the edge. She pinched a nipple with one hand and lazily ran a finger from her other hand between the folds of her labia. Seductively she cooed, "I'm so wet, Chet. I'm ready for you to fuck me now." I stood and shed my trousers then stepped out of my boxers. My cock, once again erect swayed between my legs like a hungry beast on the prowl. Reaching for one of her creamy white breasts I gently but firmly squeezed it. Smiling as she moaned, I appreciated her responsiveness. I kissed her neck before moving down to suck a pink nipple into my mouth. She encouraged me to suckle by running her hands through my hair and murmuring, "That's it Chet, that feels so good." Leaving her heaving breasts I drug my tongue down her trembling torso. I teased her by blowing my hot breath over her tummy. Goose bumps rose all over her trunk. I kissed and licked my way down her body until I was between her legs. I brushed my lips on her bare skin above her stocking top before sucking little hickeys on her thighs. Her pussy was splayed wide before me like a blooming rose and her fragrance beckoned me to indulge. Nipping one of her pussy lips lightly with my teeth I gently tugged it from side to side and sent snake-like tongue flickers into her interior. She moaned, tangling her fingers in my hair and pushing my face deep into her pussy. When I slid two fingers into her simmering snatch she gasped at the unexpected penetration and muttered, "Feels good, so good." When her clit peeked from its hood I darted my tongue against it then suck on it, she babbled unintelligibly as her body was racked with pleasure. Pulling my fingers from her pussy I replaced them with my thumb. Meanwhile, I worked my saturated finger up her butthole while she clutched the bed sheets growling. I pinched my finger and thumb together like I was carrying a six-pack. At the same time I tenderly bit her clit. Whitney arched her back and screamed while her body convulsed with orgasmic gyrations. Suddenly, she collapsed into silence. Looking at me through half-open eyelids she feebly smiled. Reaching up she seductively racked her fingernails across my belly. She giggled as my muscles trembled beneath her touch. I put my hands behind her knees and pushed them to her breasts as she seized my rock solid cock and guided into her wet wanton cunt. I slowly sank my cock into her until my bloated balls rested against her pretty pink pucker. Warranted gratification caused us both to moan. "So big, so hard," Whitney groaned. She dug her fingernails into my flesh as she clutched my ass. Her eyes widen in disbelief as her cunt convulsed around my cock in a sudden and unexpected orgasm. She shut her eyes and wailed, "Ahhhh!" I hissed and fought back my own urge to cum as her cunt squeezed my cock like a velvet vice. I huffed, "Whitney, your pussy is so responsive. It feels so good." Once she recovered, she demanded, "Fuck me, Chet. Fuck me hard." With that kind of encouragement I pummeled her pussy. I set a fantastic pace that drove waves of ecstasy throughout her body. As I hammered my cock into Whitney again and again, her big breasts bounced to and fro like they were directly propelled by my cock. She twisted her nipples squealing with depraved delight. Reaching between her legs she diddled her clit with urgency. Her hips bucked furiously on my cock as her passion peaked. Wild-eyed she howled, "My pussy...cum...my pussy...cum." I felt her cunt contract as she wailed in ecstasy as wave after climatic wave crashed down on her. After she relaxed I frantically plunged my cock into her hot box like a lunatic while she bounded her heels across my ass like bronco rider trying to score an eight. Whitney must have felt my cock grow inside her and surmising I was ready to cum she pleaded for me to pull out of her pussy before I shot my load. She begged, "Pull out Chet, please pull out." I had barely withdrawn my cock from her quivering quim before I was spewing spunk all over her belly. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I hissed as white light exploded in my brain like bolts of lightning. My passion drained with each lustful spurt. Whitney firmly squeezed my contracting balls. She lovingly stroked and squeezed my shaft milking one last drop of cum from my cock. When I was depleted she leaned back on her elbows. Looking down at her torso, which was covered with my cum from her breasts to the top of her thighs, she giggled then said, "Wow, Chet, that's a lot of cum." "I did say that you excited me." I smiled at her. I fetched a warm wet wash cloth from the bathroom and slowly bathed my spent semen from her. I started with just the few drops beneath her breasts then down her belly to the puddles of cum left between her legs. I figured she may be a little sore from the pounding I had just given her so I touched her pussy as gently as I could. She purred her pleasure as the warm cloth soothingly cleansed her. "Thank you. You're a thoughtful lover, Chet." I patted her dry then collapsed on the bed next to her. I kissed her deeply and whispered, "I can't wait for next year's convention in Denver." She laid her head on my chest and we soon succumbed to sleep, a deep cloying slumber that only comes from complete and total sexual satiation.