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 EXHIBITION TEASER MF

   [I used to go to lots of conferences and meetings - this was always my
favorite fantasy - it never came true for me, sadly.]

   A few years back, I used to travel a lot to exhibitions, hoping to catch
clients to sell the goods that my company needed to pass on.  I'd many
times met attractive women on these travels and ended up with all sorts of
interesting adventures, both in bed and out.  One of the most exciting
happened just two years back.  I reckon I'm a pretty good-looking guy and I
keep myself fit with gym exercises, running and cycling.  I've had more
than a few good comments about my body and women seem to be fascinated by
my tight butt.

   So this time, the exhibition hall was set up by an exhibition team and I
arrived at my display stand to find it almost right.  I had to make some
adjustments, but nothing major.  I was going to be on my own this time as
my agents in this country had been busy elsewhere - more lucrative clients,
I guessed.  Never mind - it left me free to see who was around to chat to.
Right next to my stand was a really attractive display, also selling
similar goods to mine.  I knew our companies were slight rivals, but we
approached different types of client, so had so far never clashed.

   The personnel on the stand were two surprisingly arrogant young guys who
didn't want to chat.  They thought they knew the business, but by the end
of that day, I'd received many comments from customers who'd visited their
stand and had left without buying anything.  Having a good relationship
with the CEO of that company, I sent a kind e-mail just mentioning that I
didn't think they were the right guys to represent him.  Early the next
morning, after I'd had a great sleep (alone), I received a friendly message
back saying he was just giving those two guys a try.  He'd had several
messages back himself and he'd moved them on elsewhere.  He said he'd sent
two of his best girls down as replacements.  Knowing that he employed some
of the best looking women in business (as he had an interesting selection
method!), I looked forward to seeing the girls after breakfast.

   There was a wonderful spread for breakfast and I sat with several of the
guys who were also at the exhibition.  There was no sign of the two
arrogant guys, much to the amusement of everyone.  We all agreed that there
was a sad lack of female talent both on the display stands and as
customers. I avoided telling them about the two new girls that would attend
later.  In fact, I'd hoped to catch them before leaving for the exhibition
center, but there were no new arrivals.

   I did manage to sit on the transport bus with the only even slightly
attractive woman at the exhibition.  She immediately began to chat me up
and by the end of the ten minute bus ride, it was clear that she was hot
for me.  She gave me her card and invited me to her room `for cocktails'
after the exhibition that evening.  Her smile was a certain `come on'.  I
must admit that, after studying her body as well as I could beneath her
far-too-formal clothing, there was definite potential there!  And she
walked with a sexy sway that always attracted me to a woman.

   The other guys ribbed me about her as we set up again and I caught her
eyes several times that morning.  She returned my grin sexily.  Her stand
was some way from mine and, as the exhibition had now got into its busiest
day, we had no time for idle chit-chat.

   I did notice that the neighboring stand was empty and I received many
disappointed clients who'd first gone to that company for business.  I took
their details and promised to pass them on, when some personnel finally did
arrive.

   I went off to lunch with some of the guys and, as I sat down, the sexy
woman seemed to make sure she sat opposite me at the table.  She seemed to
not know most of the guys so she spent almost all of her time chatting to
others, but I watched her eyes follow my every move.  I kept my smile
reserved, but I could not keep control of my sexual urge which sent shivers
down to my cock and forced it to create an obscene bulge in my fitted suit.
She grinned even more broadly as she noticed it when I got up to get some
dessert.  Her eyes even smiled at me.

   Suddenly, across the lunch room, there was a murmur that grew in
intensity.  All eyes were following two girls who'd just entered.  They
looked like models!  I knew immediately that they were the two who'd be on
the display stand next to mine for the afternoon.  When I'd caught the eye
of one of them, I beckoned the pair over and the guys hurriedly made room
for them beside me.

   The girls were totally stunning, one blonde and one brunette, dressed in
formal business suits, but with extremely short skirts.  They had superb
long legs and every guy shifted uneasily in their seat as they tried hard
not to look up those skirts.  The girls gaily sat down, not seeming to care
that everyone around them had a great view of their panties.  There was a
general shifting of hands as the guys all adjusted their growing erections.
The girls were, in fact, not the sort of giggly types you'd expect from
their brash exteriors.  Once the initial introductions had been made and
the guys got sort of used to looking straight up two gorgeous pairs of legs
to what were already clearly becoming wet panties, it became clear that
here were two very intelligent and amusing girls who'd be great company for
us all.

   Giselle, the blonde, was particularly funny, with a realm of interesting
and on-the-mark jokes that kept us laughing for far too long.  She'd been
told by her boss to look at for me as I'd show them the display center and
help them if needed.  She giggled that she might need some help later, much
to the amusement and knowing winks from the other guys.

   "Oh, don't worry, guys," she announced, "I'm happily married and
there'll be no guys dipping their wicks with me tonight."

   This produced a chorus of disappointed cries, especially when the
brunette, Emmy, added that she was married too.

   After the new girls had also eaten a light lunch, I grinned at the guys,
taking Giselle's arm and leading her and her colleague back into the
display area.  I noticed a scowl on the face of the woman who'd chatted me
up, but also noticed her take the arm of another guy as she walked off.

   Giselle laughed as we walked, "That really sorted them out, didn't it?"

   "Yep," I replied.  "You both look like you are here for the sex rather
than the exhibition.  It was good to put them right so they didn't bother
you the entire day and night."

   Emmy giggled, "Bruce told us to be like that.  He also said we had to
dress this provocatively so we'd get more clients, but do you really think
so?'

   "It's doubtful that real clients will be impressed by your sexual
offers. Of course, you might get some male clients if you offer them sex
and then some goods," I laughed.

   "I've tried that before,' chuckled Giselle.  "It works for the first
order, then the guys get silly and try to get us to give them more sex for
each order.  We're not like that."

   "But seriously, you're not both married, are you," I asked, smiling.

   "Nope, wouldn't want to be, but it does give us the choice of who we
might want to go with, if anyone," grinned Emmy, with a direct look at
Giselle that suggested some relationship between the two of them.

   There was definitely something in Giselle's look back at her colleague.
I instantly felt something rising in my trousers and had to fight to
control it.  When we got to the display area, I showed the girls their
stand and where all the other facilities were.  Most of the other guys
spent at least some time in the next hour chatting to them.  They kept
grinning at me each time another of the guys left.  I was treated often to
delicious vies of their gorgeous legs as they purposely bent over in front
of me.

   Once, Emmy spent more time than was necessary sorting through a box of
brochures with her skirt riding right up her thighs and giving me a
wonderful view of her string covered butt.  Luckily none of the other guys
could see, but she knew I could, looking directly at my crotch and the huge
bulge there when she finally stood up straight again.  She grinned and blew
me a kiss.  My already hard cock swelled even more, to her obvious
amusement.

   Business was brisk at their stand, and at mine too, and I noticed
several guys leaving with broad smiles.  When one guy chatted with Giselle,
I noticed his hand sliding along her bare thigh.  She didn't try to stop
him until he'd almost reached her panties, then she slipped off her chair
and continued their conversation standing really close to him.  His hand
slipped up under her skirt and she opened her eyes wide as he obviously did
something to her pussy.

   When he left, she came over to my stand and whispered in my ear, as I
was with a client, "Did you enjoy that?"

   I just nodded, "Did you get a sale?"

   "He thinks so, but it'll cost him double," she giggled softly.

   I smiled and then concentrated on my client again.  However, I did
notice his eyes following Giselle as she walked sexily back to her stand.
That was a very big order, I thought, as we finalized the contract.

   The afternoon passed very quickly and we were soon on the bus back to
the hotel.  Emmy sat beside me with Giselle behind, chatting with another
guy.  Sitting opposite us, against the window was the other woman who was
interested in me.  She was sitting with another guy and had turned in her
seat so that I had a great view up her short skirt.  Before we'd reached
the hotel, she'd encouraged the guy to slide his hand along her thigh and
she clearly orgasmed as he blatantly played with her pussy.  I smiled
sexily at her as I gently stroked Emmy's leg that was closest to me.  I
whispered to Emmy to play along and she nuzzled against me.

   "I don't need to play along.  You've already got me hot!" she giggled.

   Only now I noticed how beautifully tanned the skin on her long legs was.
She explained that she was from a tall basketball player who was an African
American and an unusually tall Thai former beauty queen.  She murmured this
information as I gently stroked her soft skin.

   "If you just keep doing that, you will make me cum right here!" she
moaned.

   Surprised, I stopped and moved my hand.

   "No, silly!" she cried, grabbing my hand and putting it back.  "I meant
that you'd better keep going so I could enjoy a nice orgasm from you!"

   Giselle looked over the back of her colleague's seat, grinning.

   "You are such a lovely slut, dear Emmy!" she laughed.

   The girls clasped hands and Emmy looked at me with a look of simple
lust.

   "I want him, darling," she implored.

   "Me too!" cried Giselle, her free hand caressing across the top of my
head.

   My cock was at bursting point and threatened to give my smart work
clothes and internal cream bath, but somehow I managed to keep control. 
But Emmy couldn't.  With a sharp gasp and a little cry, she exploded into
orgasm right before me, her mouth opening in a big delicious `O'.  Many of
the guys on the bus turned to look at her, and I looked over at the woman
across the gangway.  Her mouth was also open and she was panting with
excitement.  The guy's hand was still between her legs and I guess she'd
had another orgasm while watching Emmy.  There was general amusement and
then we almost immediately arrived at the hotel.

   "See you at dinner," called Giselle as she and Emmy got one key and went
to their room.

   They must have been sharing, I thought, watching their gorgeous legs
swaying as they walked to the lifts.  There was a rush of other guys trying
to get in the lift with them.  Several succeeded and I felt a pang of
jealousy.  There was then a tap on my shoulder.  It was the other woman,
who introduced herself as Joanne.

   "Like an appetizer at the bar?" she asked sweetly.

   "I thought you'd need to go and freshen up," I suggested.

   "I'm fine thanks," she replied, coyly, but her face was flushed with
sexual excitement.

   Being incredibly horny and feeling like a bit of fun, I followed her to
a quiet place in the hotel bar, where she ordered two dry martinis.

   "How did you know that is my favorite?" I asked her, genuinely
surprised.

   "I've been watching you over the past two years, but I've just got
divorced so I'm now free!"

   She was very honest, but was she worth my effort when I already had at
least one girl lusting after me here?

   I really didn't need to answer that because at that moment, she leant
towards me and took my hand.  She put it on her bare leg and let her legs
fall apart slightly.  Being such a horny guy, I could not resist so I
started to slide my hand slowly up under her skirt.  Before I was far
underneath I could feel the heat from her.  This was one very hot lady!  I
could feel my big cock straining inside my clothes.  I wished there was
some way I could release the pressure.  My fingers slipped further up her
thighs as she shifted slightly towards me.  I opened my eyes wide in
surprise when I encountered soft wet pussy lips.

   Somehow she'd managed to take off her panties between the bus and the
bar.  But I didn't have time to think any more as she grabbed my arm and
pushed so that my fingers buried between her pussy lips.  Her very wet
opening just seemed to suck my fingers inside.

   "Make me cum," she urged, whispering gently in my ear.

   Soon I had two fingers inside her soaking pussy and she was moaning
softly beside me.  Her hand came into my lap and she squeezed my hard cock.

   "I've wanted to feel that so often," she murmured, nibbling at my ear
lobe.  "Mmmmmmm!"

   At that precise moment the bar girl came with our martinis.  She grinned
sexily at me as I slipped my hand out from Joanne's skirt.

   "Sorry to disturb, but here are your drinks," she said, chuckling. 
"And...Mr.  Jones, there is a call for you on the internal line.  Will you
take it here?"

   "OK," I agreed and picked up- the phone extension that she held out for
me.

   "Hello," I said into the phone.

   With the girl gone, Joanne grabbed my free hand again and pushed it back
under her skirt.

   "I need to cum," she gurgled in my other ear.

   My fingers slipped again deep into her pussy as she jolted herself
against me.

   On the phone, Giselle's soft voice said, "Is she going to cum for you?"

   "Yessss," I managed to reply as Joanne's pussy clamped down on my
fingers and she cried out softly with her huge orgasm.

   "I heard," murmured Giselle.  "We'll see you at dinner...and
afterwards....hee hee!"

   "OK," I said as I put the phone down.

   Joanne's pussy was still in spasms on my fingers and it was clear she'd
enjoyed a really deep orgasm.  Her face was full of lust.

   "I want your cock....now!" she demanded.

   I pulled my fingers free and licked them with great pleasure.  She
tasted wonderful.  Then I stood up.

   "Perhaps another time," I said gently.  "Enjoy your ache with another
guy tonight."

   I left her in ecstasy, but fuming on the seat.

   After changing into casual clothes, I met up with Giselle and Emmy at
dinner.  They came in just after me, saw that I was at and otherwise empty
table and rushed over to join me.  Both were dressed in fashionable and
very short dresses, with their hair done perfectly and just a splash of
make-up.  Heads turned as they came over and men's eyes watched their short
dresses ride up their very long legs as they sat down.  The girls were all
smiles to everyone, but once seated, both put out a hand one on each of my
legs.  They grinned at me.

   "We're both very horny!" giggled Giselle.  "Shall we skip dinner?"

   "Actually, I'd rather not," I smiled.  "I like my girls cooking too!"

   Emmy squealed in delight, causing even more heads to turn.

   "I'm so wet your fingers could make me explode again," she giggled.

   "In that case, I'll keep away from you until later," I replied, smiling
broadly.

   Giselle grabbed my hand, the one that had just been inside Joanne's
pussy.  She kissed it and then licked my fingers.

   "Mmmmmm, she tastes good," Giselle murmured.  "But not as good as Emmy."

   She put her hand under my nose - it was still damp and I could smell a
delicious aroma.

   "Lick me!" urged Emmy.

   I took Giselle's hand firmly and slowly licked her skin, tasting what
was clearly Emmy's recent pussy juices.

   "She came hard on my fingers after I'd licked her for 10 minutes,"
explained Giselle.

   "Ummmmm, soooo tasty," I grinned, sucking even harder on her fingers.

   I struggled to concentrate during the meal, with alternately Giselle and
then Emmy stroking my thigh or, later, massaging my hard cock.  When they'd
discovered how hard and big it was, they couldn't leave it alone!  I was
struggling not to cum for the last half hour.

   (This will be continued if anyone is interested)

   [Anyone with any comments, or ladies/girls who would like to chat with
me, please contact me on rockyhard4uc@gmail.com - I would love to hear what
you think about my stories.  Thank you.]