Message-ID: <6353eli$9712121558@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year97/6353.txt> From: zeist@aol.com (Zeist) X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: Trade Show (M/Fspectre) by Wolf Whistle Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-Id: <19971211225000.RAA14550@ladder01.news.aol.com> You know the drill -if you are not at least 40" tall, you may not ride... And hey, these things take TIME to write. Take a moment to tell me whatcha think. That being, said... Another long working weekend. Another 3 days of schmoozing and selling and pretending I actually cared. It wasn't the actual trade shows that bothered me, hell, I got time-and-a-half for it. It was complete and total lack of "real" people to talk to. After the floor closed, like Swiss clockwork, you would run into the same people you just had to "Yes sir" and "yes ma'am or miss or Mrs." to death just so they'd take your business card, at the bar and they'd still want to "talk shop" in between a few more personal questions, also unswervingly consisting of: "Are you married? (and without getting an answer) where's your wife?, oh, any kids, well..." It was tedium defined. You would think, having been to the dentist, and seeing some of the highly attractive young ladies employed as receptionists, assistants, dental hygienists, and dentists themselves, that I would at least have seen some attractive women at these lame-o dental conventions. NOPE. Seems the doctors got together and decided to give them the weekend off and they trot out themselves to "ooh-and-ahh" and all the new-and-improved dental gizmos. There is the occasional eye candy, made all the more pleasing by the virtual absence of other women to contrast with. Oh, dammit, here comes Bill...'Hey Bill, what's doin'? I asked, not caring, but being forced to pretend to. He started off into some story or another as I sucked down another beer and feigned interest. He called his wife over and I was shocked to see that she was very attractive and hell, that she was here at all! I stood and shook her small hand as she introduced herself and sat next to us while Bill babbled. She certainly perked up the evening, but I knew that at the end of it, I would be headed back to that stagnant room and, most likely, thinking of Bill's wife as I "took care of business". I said my goodnights, stole a kiss from his wife, and made my way through the lobby. I saw the busboys moving a sofa about and clamoring about some annual honorarium they had to set up. I walked to the elevator and called 'hold the door' as it was closing, and if I had to carry on another blithe conversation about teeth or hear another stupid-ass joke I was going to choke the person affronting me. A small, red-fingernailed hand pushed through the closing doors and allowed me entrance. Almost unconsciously, I said 'Thank you' and assumed the "elevator position" of facing front and ignoring that there's another person in the car. I could not ignore her perfume, however. It wafted through the car, spurring on desires which were already there. It was a scent I had not known before, and I thought that maybe this was an occasion to strike up a conversation. I turned around and politely asked what perfume it was that she was wearing. 'None' she replied, opening her thin-but-lush lips into a smile that could melt butter. I egged her on, determined, yet respectful of her womanhood, to pry the secret from her. I stepped back, standing next to her now, breathing in the aroma that was growing more and more enticing as the elevator rose. Or did it? I could not tell if the car was moving, I could not tell if life was moving. I was so entranced in this moment that seemed to encapsulate my entire universe. I noticed myself getting a bit light headed, but attributed it to the 11-hour workday that I had just put in, as well as the 2 or 3 beers on top of it. I still pressed my companion, now simply obsessed with speaking with her, finding her totally captivating. I looked at her - a young woman, maybe early 30's at most. She had brown-with-red-highlights locks that flowed down her shoulders to the middle of her back, straight at the top, but ending in small curls. Her eyes were brown as well, with speckles of both green and grey interspersed. Her skin was pure, but not pale. She stood pretty tall, about 5'8", and sported a smaller but ample chest. I did not notice it at the time, but in retrospect, she was pretty much everything I had asked of the gods of love since I was 15. I asked her name. 'Susan' was her reply. It seemed to pour from her lips, as if I could see the words rolling out. I watched her lips move and dreamt of how they would taste, thought of what I wanted those lips to do. I again asked her to tell what her perfume was, and she, true to form, adamantly refused. She flippantly tossed her hair aside, exposing a lean and curvaceous neck, and as I followed her sinewy trail I noticed the reaction my own body was having... I took her cue and leaned in to her, pressing my lips against her delicious neck and breathing deep her aroma, that lightheadedness overtaking me once again. 'Susan, if you aren't wearing any perfume, I want to introduce you to a chemist friend of mine so he can bottle you' I exhaled into her neck in my best seduction voice. 'Hmm' she callously retorted 'do you think me so common?' 'No, no, no, not at all, it's just...' stuttering, stammering, I try to respond and not lose the moment. 'Just shut up dickhead" I tell myself and try to change the subject. The bell rang for the door to open. Apparently, the car *had* been moving. The doors slid open to reveal an older couple, dressed for an evening out. The gentleman nodded to me and warbled something like "good evening" and I in kind, responded. I found it strange that nothing was said directly to Susan, he seemed like such a "proper" man. I attributed it to the fact that perhaps the "good evening was for both of us, or, more likely, for Susan herself and I had jumped the gun in answering. Either way, they went two floors and again left us alone. 'What a stuffed shirt' laughed Susan before the door even closed. I laughed as well, caught off guard by her off-color remark. The couple had to have heard it also, but gave no indication of it. I turned to face her and the by now familiar time warp had engulfed me a second time. Her eyes sparkled, her skin radiated "welcome". I stepped to her and embraced her, pulling her close and getting my first taste of her lips. A different type of disturbance overtook me now, a raging passion that coursed through me like cheap Mexican food. My hands roamed her back, finding her warm and inviting. She kissed me deep and forcefully, almost unexpectedly so. Her tongue was warm and wicked, sliding over and around mine in just that way I loved, but rarely found in a woman. Our breathing hastened, our bloods raced. Hands groped and probed, ever searching for a new arena to explore. I found her tight little ass and gave a healthy squeeze, causing her to exhale directly into me, sharing her essence. 'What room are you in?' she breathed impatiently, and I answered equally breathlessly '601' taking just a momentary break from kissing her neck to do so. I had never tasted so intoxicating a woman, her flesh was like candy, as succulent as her aroma was. Again the bell rang. We left the car and proceeded to my room, "visions of sugarplums dancing in my head". I opened the door and flicked on the light. She, just as quickly, turned it back off. I felt her satin lips touch me again and my pulse soared. Her nimble fingers ripped my shirt, buttons flying to all corners as her mouth traveled south on my skin, kissing my nipples, gently biting my stomach and dipping into my belly button. I exhaled in anticipatory excitation as her lips surrounded the outline of my engorged cock, playfully teasing me through the thin material of the dress slacks. I heard my zipper descending, felt a warm hand embracing me and tugging me out to feel the cool air of the night. It did not last long, however, as I was quickly inserted into her hot mouth, every bit as exciting to my cock as it was to my lips. The warmth flowed over me, my head getting dizzy as she swallowed all of me deep into her soft, seemingly bottomless throat. My knees began to weaken as she persisted in her oral pleasures. I moaned her name aloud, but I did not hear anything else in the room besides the tell-tale sounds of her cocksucking. I grabbed the back of her head, burying my fingers deep into her full, soft hair as she eagerly fed herself with my penis. I felt her hands reach up my body to my lips and I sucked her digits as she worked me over. Without a word, she stood, kissing me with the taste of my cock still upon her lips. She took my hand and we floated over to the bed. She lied back upon it, stretching her form across it. I watched in sheer adoration as the dim light creeping through the shades made her seem almost...transparent. One hand motioned for me to come closer as the other slid up her thigh and pulled her skirt aside. I kissed her again, marveling at the silky softness of her lips. I had to imagine that had they been so entrancing, what was waiting for me to discover down below? I suckled her neck softly as she reclined, shimmying up the bed to allow better access to her. Her breasts were supple and perfect. Nipple so taught that they almost stung my tongue as they entered my mouth. I felt her body rise and her breathing start to get raspy as I molested her breasts with my mouth, sucking and lapping, tugging her nipples with my teeth. I felt her hand touch mine and guide it, slowly, deliberately to her sweet spot, the place where I so very desperately wanted to go. I heard a slight whimper as she released my hand to explore on its own, feeling her tender skin, damp from her arousal. The downy hair seemed to tickle me back as I ran through it, feeling the warm satin of her lips opening to accept my probing fingers. Slipping into her, her hot walls closed upon my digit, fighting me as I pushed deeper, feeling each sweet inch of her pussy quiver and slicken. My mouth salivated profusely and my cock grew harder than ever I can recall as I felt her pussy swallow my finger, mostly out of sheer jealousy I can assume. I worked my mouth down her hot skin, needing to join my hand in its' manipulations. I dipped into her belly button as well, faux-fucking her faux-pussy with my tongue. My finger was working slowly but regularly in and out of her, I could feel her orgasm rising, her body like a vice on my finger, as my tongue met her clit and gingerly took it into my mouth. There are times when words cannot describe a sensation or and experience. Or, if they do exist, I'll be damned if I know 'em. All I can truly say is that never before or since has a flavor so enraptured me as the taste sensation of Susan's cunt on my lips. Like a man possessed I lapped at her, drove my tongue deep into her, wanting, needing to get all of her around me, all of me inside her. My teeth found her clit once again and gently I bit down as my fingers replaced my tongue inside of her. I felt a shiver rush over me, around me, *through* me as she clamped down on me once again with her satin walls and I felt her body tense underneath my mouth. Her orgasm washed over me, filled me to the point of unearthly pleasure, to the point of my own orgasm. I felt my balls tighten and explode as we shared our passions, her flowing onto my willing face, mine finding its way onto the comforter. As I was licking up the remnants of Susan's orgasm, I again remarked that 'Baby, *this* is what we should bottle about you'. She merely moaned slightly and I felt her hands grab my head. Forcing me to relinquish my attention from her pussy, I heard her speak for the first time since the elevator: 'Fuck me' was all she said, and I didn't see her face as she said it -- it was more like I saw her eyes, electric in the dark like those of a cat, and heard her voice in my head. Hey, who am I to argue, right? I knelt between her legs, my cock miraculously still hard as stone. 'Shit' I thought to myself 'I'd better marry this woman' as I positioned my head at the entrance to her, body and soul. I religiously entered her, feeling the magic warmth envelope my cock. Once again, words cannot do justice to the experience, and once again, I have not since known anything to be so totally satisfying, so completely engrossing a sensation as the feeling of burying my cock deep into Susan's cunt. She did not moan, she did not breathe deep, she did not call my name (she never even asked my name). I just felt her body react in that extremely-tense-yet-simultaneously-relaxed fashion that happens when you are making love. I felt her squirm and work me all the way inside her, I felt myself get weal and yet strengthened as I began to withdraw, the wonder of the passion as good as the physical sensation. She never cried for more, never told me if it felt good, she let her body tell me what she was feeling. Her cunt grabbed at my cock, her hands reached to my torso as I drove myself deeper and harder into her wondrous, wet, silky pussy, never wanting to stop fucking her, and yet almost wishing I had never started, knowing it had to end at some point. Again I felt the surge of expulsion rise through me and as I could hold back no longer, I called out her name while I shot my cum inside of her, canon-blast after canon-blast. I bent to kiss her, and she kissed me back, her lips weakened now, as tender now as they were adventurous before. I lie next to her, my hand upon her hip and we slept, lovers in our private haven. I awoke the next morning, alone. I looked about the room, no note, no panties, no trace of the most incredible woman I had even met. Despondent, I showered and dressed, hoping that I could perhaps catch her in the lobby or at the complimentary buffet breakfast. Walking through the hotel with a cat-that-ate-the canary smile, I was on top of the world. I even took the stairs instead of the elevator. It wasn't until I got to the lobby that my legs gave out. I had found Susan, indeed. Seems *she* was the one they were setting up the memorial for, having been the Grande Dame of the hotel when it was founded, and having been found dead in room 701, murdered by her jealous husband for an affair conducted in that very room... -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/><http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>