(My first story let me know what you can think. Anybody interested in role playing see profile here – https://www.reddit.com/r/DPPprofiles/comments/8pj8i6/35_m4f_english_writer/)
I travel to a lot of sales conferences, it comes with the job, when I was younger I really enjoyed the lifestyle. It can be a real party scene if you want it to be. The industry can be a little incestuous. Everybody knows each other, and you see the same people conference after conference.
These days, I have a family, and until recently was happily married. I still sit in the bar, but now to avoid distraction by milf hunting, hyped up competitive sales types I hide behind a book and a large glass of wine. I prefer quality to quantity now, and use my generous expense account to really treat myself.
Despite the book I’ve lost track of the number of men I’ve had to bat away. Good for the ego, but an annoyance when you just want to relax and let the world go by. It has become easier recently, one of their married number actually turned out to be a gentleman and was interested in friendship and conversation. I met him originally after he helped despatch an unwanted visitor by pretending we had business together, turned out we had a lot in common. I haven’t seen him for a while as he went through a messy divorce, shame. Tonight I’m sat alone as usual reading my book, glancing up from time to time, hoping he will appear.
The bar is quieter now. Those that need an early night are doing so, and those in need of the next stage of the party are heading off into the city. Perhaps I’ve missed him, although I’m sure he was on the list of conference attendees. I’m starting to feel a little silly as I have booked a nice suite with a hot tub, making assumptions, already racing ahead in my mind as to what might happen now our circumstances have changed at home.
I shut my book and place it in my bag next to the expensive lingerie I placed there earlier when the plan seemed more real. Looks like I’ll be relaxing alone tonight, this is not going to plan.
As I head off back to my room, I happen to glance at a couple in one of the booths opposite the bar. They seem close and are laughing loudly together.
Both are well-dressed and good-looking which is what gets my eye. Suddenly my blood runs cold as I catch a glimpse of the guy’s face in the mirror at the back of the booth. Now I feel silly, that’s where he’s been, he’s been busy with someone else. Possibly just business, but I feel deflated.
I march over to the bar trying to contain my disappointment, maybe I will have another drink after all. After ordering my favorite gin, I perch on a stool at the bar. This gets me more attention than I’m usually interested in, but the boost to the confidence is good, and some are actually quite sweet to chat to.
As the night draws in I’m about to pack up my stuff and head upstairs to my luxury suite; alone. I hear a familar voice at the bar ordering coffee. He sounds annoyed that the table service appeared to have forgotten him and his guest. It would be difficult to ignore him now, so I turn my worse for wear face in his direction and smile.
His face lights up.
“Hey, long time no see!”
“I’m just finishing up with an old customer.”
“Want to join us for coffee, no offense but you look like you need some?”
Not especially wanting to be part of a business meeting right now, but equally happy to see him, I smile, nod, and follow him over.
We walk to their table. She’s roughly the same age as me. Long red hair to my much shorter dark hair. Taller and slimmer I note, she’s so full of life it lights her up. Her smart, dark framed glasses really suit her. I’m doing all I can to keep the jealousy in check now.
“Hi, I’m Angela. Nice to meet you,” she says flashing a confident smile which made it really hard to dislike her.
“Hi, I’m Sophia.”
We sit opposite and Mark shuffles in next to me. Well that’s one for the home team.
As the night passes by I find I actually really like Angela and her relationship with Mark really does appear business like. They seem to go back a long way, strange I’ve not seen her before really. I’ve even caught him occasionally giving me appreciative glances. When I have seen her flirtily playing with her hair, she’s been looking at me as much as him, so I think I’m safe on that score. In fact, we’re getting on so well I offer to exchange numbers.
“Sorry, I’ve got a new number and my battery’s dead,” says Angela looking a touch embarrassed. She quickly adds, “But hey let’s not let that get in the way, can I borrow a pen?”
“Sure there’s one just at the top of my bag,” I reply.
She reaches across to get it, and as she does, I freeze. Right at the top of my bag, of course, is my nice new lingerie, waiting to be used.
Well, if she saw it, she certainly composed herself well. She calmly wrote my number down on a piece paper and carried on chatting without skipping a beat.
Whilst all this was going on, Mark slipped away to take a phone call. He returns and this time sat opposite me, alongside Angela, perhaps I had read too much into his choice of sides earlier. I must have caught his eye as he smiles across the table at me and starts idily fiddling with a beer bottle on the table.
I feel a foot slide up the inside of my leg, I bite my lip and try my best not to look down. It felt barefoot which seemed odd as Mark couldn’t have slipped his socks off without making a thing of it. Angela gives a sly wink and then the foot is gone. This is an unexpected turn of events! One which I really don’t know how to handle in my now slightly fuzzy state.
Mark’s phone interrupted my thoughts.
“Sorry, I need to take this,” he said as he stands.
“It’s been great but this could take a while, I’m afraid I’ll have to catch up with you two party animals at breakfast.”
With that, he and my plans for the evening disappeared out of the door.
Still a bit thrown by the foot under the table incident, I take the opportunity to get up too.
“Sorry, I’m going to call it a night too, nice to meet you,” I say dejectedly.
“That’s fine. I’ll be coming up soon too, although my minds still racing, I might read for a bit,” replies Angela.
With that I head off to my fancy penthouse, alone.
Once inside I kick off my shoes and sit on the bed. I try to sleep for a while but my mind is racing after the evening’s events.
Seeing as I can’t sleep, I’ll be damned if I’m not going to at least try the hot tub. Seems a bit sad to be using it alone though.
I don’t really feel I can call Mark now after the way he left, but then an unexpected thought enters my head, what about Angela she might still be up. It might be a bit of a risk given the foot incident earlier but at least she’d be good company. I drop her a text, letting her know where I am and inviting her up to relax.
I try to configure the lights around the tub and put some chillout music on. The swim suit I packed is fairly demure, and so I feel comfortable wearing that with Angela. I put the champagne from the fridge in a cooler within reach of the tub, and wait.
There’s a knock at the door. I’m so nervous that even though it is expected I jump. After composing myself, I walk over and let her in.
She is still wearing the figure hugging dress from earlier, but the glasses are gone making her slightly less intimadating and less business like.
“I’m afraid, I don’t have anything with me for the tub,” she explains.
“I’ll just jump in with my bra and panties if that’s ok?”
“Yes fine I say,” relieved really, as for a moment, I thought she was going to strip off completely. Angela let her dress drop to the ground, kicks off her heels, and slowly peels off her stockings. She has such a graceful figure, every movement is done with purpose and confidence.
Angela neatly piles her clothes on the end of the bed and see’s me looking slightly awkward, watching her every move.
“Fair’s fair,” she says with a devilish look.
“How about you put on what I saw in your bag earlier?”
I turn pink, but she has a point.
I go into the bathroom and change.
“Ta da!” I find myself saying as I return into the room, before instantly feeling a bit silly. Angela smiles, after pretending to look me up and down she nods appreciatively. I offer her a glass of bubbles as we slide into the water.
It’s so warm, yet I still don’t feel all that relaxed yet. We are at opposite sides with our feet floating next to each other.
“Well here we are then!” I say, the nervousness for all to hear in my voice.
Angela must have detected the slight edge to my voice.
“You don’t seem all that relaxed yet, let me try rubbing your feet,” she offers with a smile.
“Why not?” I think to myself. I do need to relax otherwise this is pointless.
“If you don’t mind, that’d be nice”
Angela starts to gently rub and massage my feet. She is as good as any professional. I close my eyes and I finally start to relax.
She continues, and after a few minutes I am so relaxed I let out a little sigh. Angela takes this as I cue that I am enjoying it and moves up to start caressing my thighs as well. At first, I am a little uncomfortable about that, but it feels nice and is really starting to let me unwind. I feel Angela kissing my ankle, and then she starts to move up my leg.
This causes me to open my eyes briefly and look down at her. She is looking back at me, checking I am good with this.
“Well you invited her!” I think to myself before smiling and closing my eyes.
Angela makes it to the top of my thighs, then jumps past my underwater crotch and continues up my body. She’s teasing me and it’s working. As she reaches the top of my body she moves onto my neck, gently nibbling at it with her lips. Her hair brushes gently against my chest, her scent is wonderful.
I reach out and grasp her sides, drawing her so that her wet body touches mine. Her lips slowly make their way across the side of my face to my own. Gently at first, but soon I find her tongue inside her mouth. The skin of her face is so soft against mine, her breasts gently press in to mine. Our hands explore each other bodies.
I let my upper body slide back into the warm water as Angela lifts my hips to the surface. She kisses my inner thigh, my tummy and my sides, before I feel kisses on my clit through my soaking wet panties. It is so sensitive, but so is she. I remove my bra and let the bubbles wash across my nipples.
I feel my panties move to one side, and feel Angela’s tongue swirling around my clit. She is so delicate, gently pleasuring me and controlling me, so that I do not orgasm too soon.
Her tongue slowly slides down my clit and gently penetrates me, her face pressing firmly on me and maintaining stimulation to my clit.
This is almost too much for me, moistness gushes out onto her tongue, I let out a long moan.
Angela stops to remove her panties. I feel her moving up my body, her naked pussy rubbing all the way up, it stops right in front of my face. I open my eyes and look at it, it is framed perfectly by her natural red pubic hair. This is the closest I have been to another women’s naked pussy in my life.
I start as she did with me. I kiss around her pussy, her thighs, her tummy, before coming back and placing kisses gently on it. Supporting myself on the tub I reach up to stroke her breasts. She obliges by undoing her bra, it drops into the tub and floats off into the bubbles.
Angela starts to control the rythym by moving her hips, I match it with my tongue. It is her turn to start moaning now, I must be doing something right. She reaches back and gently strokes me between my legs, a finger each side of my clit. This brings me dangerously close to the edge again, my eyes close as the pleasure builds.
Angela leans down, I can feel her breath on my face, “I have a surprise ending for you, I think you’ll like it.”
With that she carried on as before. I’m so close to orgasm now, my whole body is ready for it. Suddenly my surprise arrives, I hear splashes as somebody enters the tub, and then gradually and slowly enters my pussy. I know immediately who it must be, although how Angela arranged it I’ll never know.
He starts to build up a gentle rythym and is now deep inside me, using my legs to pull me onto him as he thrusts. I grab Angela’s sides and pull her firmly into my face. Waves of ectasy flow through my body as I go over the edge and have the most intense orgasm I have ever had. This sets the others off, first I feel a massive warm load being shot deep into my pussy, and then the sudden flow of juices into my mouth and a very vocal Angela are next.
I open my eyes, and Mark is smiling back at me.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/8pjbad/nsfw_madam_conference_mff