What happens at Conference stays at Conference

Explicit - This story involves an older man who attends a conference with his young female assistant. Due to a mix up at the hotel they end up spending the night together. But how far do they go?

I had been asked to give a presentation at our annual national conference; I’ll stop short of saying I was invited to give a speech, I’m not that pretentious. I guessed the reason that I had been asked was not that I was a leading authority in my field, or a well-known, respected expert, but simply because the conference was to be held in our area, and I could give a local perspective. In addition, I could be relied on to stay on message and not say anything too controversial. Cynically, I could say that I was a cheap option, as I wouldn’t charge travel expenses!

 

That said, it was still an honour to be invited. If I’d been younger, and less advanced in my profession, it would’ve been a great shop-window to showcase my talent and, perhaps, further my career. As it was, I was of an age where my next calling would be retirement, and I was looking forward to it.

 

Anyway, back to the event in question. Although it was to be held in a hotel only about twenty miles from where I live, as a guest speaker, I was offered complimentary overnight accommodation for myself and a personal assistant. So maybe the cynic in me that had thought I was a cheap option was misplaced!

 

The conference was to consist of a key-note speech by someone much more prestigious than me, a couple of presentations (including mine), followed by a formal, black-tie dinner, and then dancing ‘into the small hours’ for the younger attendees. Given that it was set to be a long evening, even if I didn’t take part in the dancing, and that drink was likely to be involved, I accepted the offer of an over-night stay for myself and a colleague, in two separate rooms of course.

 

In the weeks leading up to the event, I had one of my small team of researchers, Chloe, help with the preparation of my presentation. Chloe had only recently joined us, coming straight from university, where she had gained a First-Class Honours Degree in Geography from the University of Plymouth. In the short time she had been with us, Chloe had proved to be an intelligent, capable, willing, and reliable worker. As a ‘newbie’ to the office environment, she was quite shy, and lacked the confidence that comes with experience. I had taken her under-my-wing somewhat as I could see her potential, and I hoped she’d develop into a long-term employee with us.

 

At just twenty-two, Chloe was young enough to be my daughter, or, at a stretch, even my granddaughter I suppose – I was approaching sixty.

 

Chloe had worked diligently on my presentation, and I was really pleased with the result. When it came to picking someone to accompany me to the national conference, I had no hesitation in asking Chloe if she wanted to come along as my ‘personal assistant’. As I mentioned, the conference is a great place to get noticed and to further one’s career. As Chloe was just starting out, I thought it would be a good opportunity for her to gain experience; as well as a just reward for all the effort she’d put in to honing my presentation.

 

What I hadn’t factored in was the jealousy it caused in the office; the knowing looks, ‘nudge, nudge, wink, winks’, and sly tapping of noses that took place behind my back. And even to my face. Staff had mistakenly assumed that I had chosen Chloe for my own ulterior motives and gratification, rather than the simple truth that I had picked her as a reward for her hard work. The ‘rumour mongers’ in the office were well-aware that I had divorced some ten years previous, and had been living life as a singleton since then. I’m sure many thought that Chloe was my answer to some sort of ‘mid-life crisis’ I was going through! 

 

Now I must admit that Chloe is quite an attractive girl, but not in a stunning, overtly sexy way. She is of average height and build; if anything you’d say she was on the small, slender, side rather than being busty and voluptuous. She has shoulder length, dark brown hair, and deep brown eyes that shine rather than smoulder. She has a healthy complexion and an amiable face. Although she is pleasing to the eye, she is not overtly showy or explicitly striking. She tends to keep make-up and jewellery to a minimum, at least when she is at work. She is a good-humoured girl; always willing to help and keen to please. I suppose ‘a typical girl-next-door’ type would accurately describe her.

 

Our work-place dress code is considerably more relaxed than it used to be, and although I still wear a collar and tie, many of the junior staff wear open-necked shirts, and some even wear jeans. Chloe usually dressed understated, certainly not in any way overtly showy. Most times she wore trousers teamed with a smart blouse, although occasionally she did come to work in tight-fitting denim jeans that accentuated her slender legs and small, cute bottom.

 

Although Chloe was born and bred in the southeast of England, her parents were originally from Wales. Chloe had retained a feint soft Welsh lilt. When she spoke, you could detect an almost poetic intonation in her voice that was quite sensual. She had expressed her delight at being invited to accompany me to the function. I think she saw it as an opportunity to progress her fledgling career. If she was aware of the office rumours she certainly didn’t show it. Nor did she express any concern about spending time with me out of the office. To my knowledge, Chloe didn’t have a boyfriend – or girlfriend – certainly there was never mention of one at work.

 

On the day of the conference, I picked Chloe up from home. She still lived with her parents, and their house was on the way to the hotel. She was dressed casually in tight blue jeans, short pink sweater that left a slither of her taut stomach exposed, socks and trainers. She had a small roll-along suitcase which I stashed in the boot of my car. As she sat beside me in the car, we talked stiltedly about work matters. As I say, Chloe was quite shy, and for my part, I wasn’t used to exchanging small talk with a girl less than half my age.

 

We arrived at the hotel at about five o’clock in the evening. The conference was due to start at seven so we had a couple of hours to check in, freshen up and get ready for the presentations and dinner. The hotel was part of a national chain and was situated in a large, modern building. What it lacked in charm and character, it more than made up for in facilities. It boasted a gym, swimming pool, sauna, steam room, spa, hair salon, nine-hole mini golf course and about fourteen acres of landscaped grounds.

 

I managed to get a car parking space not far from the main entrance. We were greeted at the front desk by a smartly presented and efficient receptionist. I checked-in first and was surprised to learn that, as I was a ‘guest speaker’, I was on the VIP list and had been allocated a superior room. I left Chloe to check-in herself whilst I located my room.

 

I found the room and entered it using the electronic key-card. The room was much more spacious than I was expecting. It was decorated to a high standard, and appeared spotlessly clean. It was luxuriously furnished with a plush king-sized bed with bedside cabinets either side, a low chest of drawers, a full-length mirror, a desk, a table, plenty of built-in wardrobe space, a wall-mounted high-definition Smart TV, and tea making facilities with a separate Nespresso machine. On the bed were set out two fluffy white bathrobes, and two pairs of matching slippers. On the table there were fresh flowers in a vase, a bowl of fruit, a box of chocolates, and a bottle of white wine with two glasses. A full-height window gave a splendid view of the landscaped grounds. A solid wooden door opened into the ensuite bathroom that had a full-sized bath as well as a shower. There was a wide selection of toiletries, and they appeared to be of a higher quality than one would normally expect. I must admit I wasn’t used to this level of luxury. As a base for the night, it was ideal.

 

I looked at my watch, it was nearly five-thirty. I thought: ‘what the heck, you only live once!’ I opened the bottle of wine and poured myself a small glass. Although only a ‘house-white’ it was fairly pleasant. Rather than while away the time sitting in my room I thought I’d get ready for dinner early and wander down to the bar. I laid my dress-shirt, bow-tie and dinner suit out on the bed ready to put on once I’d showered. I went into the ensuite, stripped-off and got under the shower. The water was nice and hot.

 

No sooner had the water started flowing than there was a knock on the door. ‘Damn!’ I thought to myself, and immediately regretted not bringing in one of the bath robes with me. I turned off the shower, hurriedly wrapped a large towel around my waist, and trudged to the door in my bare feet. Quite expecting it to be room service, I opened the door just enough so I could see who it was and find out what they wanted. Imagine my surprise when, through the gap in the door, I saw not a room attendant but Chloe.

 

“I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed, and then, in all of a rush she continued, “I didn’t know what to do. My room has not been cleaned and they say it’s not going to be ready for at least another hour. By the time I’m allowed in I’m not going to have time to get ready. I can’t go to the dinner dressed like this. What am I going to do?”

 

She managed to say all of the above without taking a breath. I could sense the anxiety and desperation in her voice. As I listened I forgot that I was standing in the open doorway dressed in just a towel. When the realisation struck, I quickly ushered Chloe into my room and closed the door. She had still got her small case, which she wheeled in behind her.

 

“Don’t panic.” I said, trying to sound as reassuring as I could, “I’m sure we can find a way. Did the hotel staff not offer you another room?” I asked.

 

“They’re all occupied or being cleaned apparently.” Chloe said desperately.

 

“That’s just not good enough.” I said, “I’ll make a complaint.” I added.

 

“That doesn’t help me now though does it?” Chloe said, distraughtly.

 

“No. Sorry.” I confirmed. I thought for a moment then added, “You could always get ready here until your room is available. It won’t take me long to change, then you can use my bathroom.”

 

“Could I?” Chloe said, relief in her voice.

 

“I’ll finish off in the bathroom and then get ready out here.” I said, “You can have the bathroom all to yourself then. There's plenty of room for you to get ready.” I explained.

 

“That would be great!” Chloe exclaimed, “As long it’s no trouble?”

 

“No trouble at all.” I confirmed, “Go through to the bedroom; you’ll see I’ve been naughty and opened a bottle of wine. Feel free to help yourself.”

 

“Thank you. I will.” Chloe said, “It may help settle my nerves.”

 

I watched her go through into the bedroom. I had just turned to go back into the bathroom when the mishap struck – the towel wrapped around my waist came loose and fell to the floor just like in a scene from a Seventies' farce. I hurriedly picked it up and glanced in the direction of Chloe. Fortunately, she seemed to be looking the other way. I quickly entered the bathroom, thankful that my towel hadn’t fallen down when she’d been standing directly in front of me.

 

I was as quick as I could be finishing my ablutions. I showered thoroughly and dried myself. I then applied deodorant and brushed my teeth. I’d shaved that morning, so I didn’t need to shave again. I did put on a liberal sprinkling of aftershave though. I wanted to look and smell my best, for my audience or for Chloe?

 

I guessed Chloe would appreciate as much time as possible to get ready herself. I carefully wrapped the towel back around my waist, ensuring it was secure, and cursing the fact that I still hadn’t taken one of the robes in with me. As soon as I was out, Chloe went into the bathroom with her case, and her glass of wine I noticed.

 

Alone in the bedroom I pulled the curtains closed and let my towel fall – on purpose this time! I was surprised how exciting it felt being naked in the room knowing that Chloe was so close by. She could easily come out of the bathroom at any second and catch me naked. Part of me wished that she would. I heard the shower come on. ‘Oh my God!’ I thought, ‘She’s probably naked now herself!’ I’d never thought of Chloe in such a way previously, now it was all I could think of. In fact, I’d not thought of anyone in that way for ages; I was staggered – I was getting aroused just at the thought.

 

I got myself dressed in my dinner suit. Although I’d not worn it since the annual conference last year, it still fitted. I took pride in keeping myself fit and trim (for my age!). I finished off my glass of wine and poured myself another one. That pride in my physique could have the night off for one night! I settled down to go over my presentation once more, even though I was confident I knew it by heart. I had been allocated just ten minutes to talk and to take any subsequent questions. My speech took about five minutes, leaving another five for questions. I was pretty sure that most people there would be keen to move on to the food rather than listen to me, so I wasn’t expecting many, if any, questions.

 

I was looking down at my printed notes when I heard the bathroom door open. I looked up as Chloe emerged. She was dressed in a tight-fitting little black dress that had tiny sequins stitched into it. The dress was so clingy that it emphasised curves that I didn’t even know Chloe had! Despite being extremely short and incredibly sexy, the dress was very chic too. She was also wearing sheer black tights or stockings, and black, high-heeled shoes. She looked amazing! As she walked towards me her dress shimmered delightfully under the lights. I was shocked just how short it was; I’d never seen so much of her before. I honestly didn’t think she could look that good. I gasped.

 

“How do I look?” she asked.

 

She had applied slightly more makeup than she ordinarily wore to work, but it was subtle enough that it didn’t detract from her natural beauty or youthful innocence, but rather enhanced it. What superlative could I say that did her justice but was appropriate for use with a work colleague? I wanted to say that she was sexy, or gorgeous, or stunning, or wonderful, or beautiful, or magnificent, but were these adorations really acceptable?

 

“Wow! You look great!” I eventually settled on.

“Thank you.” she said, seemingly genuinely pleased with my compliment. “My dress is not too short is it?” she asked.

 

“No. It’s fantastic. Very chic.” I replied, thinking to myself: ‘It doesn’t hide much.’

 

Then, turning her back to me, she continued, “Do you think you can help do up my zipper?”

 

I saw that her little black dress had a full-length zip down the back. It was undone so that the alabaster smooth skin of her back was visible. I moved in close behind her and noticed at once how delightful she smelt. I breathed in deeply through my nose to capture the sweet aroma, and sighed.

 

“You smell wonderful.” I heard myself say.

 

“Thank you. It’s called ‘Love Don't Be Shy’ by Kilian.” she said, “It’s my favourite.”

 

She smelt young, sexy, and playful, but at the same time sophisticated. I made a mental note of the name of the perfume in case I needed to buy her a gift at some point in the future.

 

I slowly moved my hands to where the pull tab of her zip nestled close to her cute bottom. I was out of practice with such tasks; I just hoped I didn’t make a mess of it. I tried to remain calm, although I could feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead. My fingers were trembling as I carefully took hold of the pull tab. I had to pull the material slightly away from her body to ensure I didn’t catch her skin in the zip. I couldn’t resist looking down the inside of her dress towards her bottom. I could discern that she was wearing black panties. I hesitated as I took in the splendid view; I could feel my member stiffening at the wonderful sight.

 

“Everything okay?” Chloe asked, sensing my hesitation. Whether she had figured out what I was looking at I don’t know. She certainly didn't challenge me.

 

“Fine.” I said, like a guilty schoolboy who’d just been caught doing something he shouldn’t be doing, “I didn’t want to catch you in the zip.” I explained, at least partially truthfully.

 

Gripping the zip firmly between my finger and thumb, I slowly eased it up. When the zip was halfway up her back, it was level with her black bra strap. I let my fingers touch the material as they passed over it; even something so innocent as that sent a thrill pulsing through me. When the zip reached its top stop, I could feel her silky hair; my fingers lingered briefly, her hair felt so soft.

 

“Thank you.” she said, then noticing my discarded notes on the bed, she added, “What are you doing?”

 

I explained that I was just going through my speech to ensure I’d got the pace right so that I completed it in about five minutes.

 

“I can time you if you like.” she said, “I’ll use my phone.”

 

With that she took her phone out and sat on the side of the bed. As she sat down her short dress rode up exposing her thighs. I could see that she was wearing hold up stockings rather than tights. Her dress was that short I could even see bare flesh above her lacy stocking tops. I think she could tell that my eyes were drawn to her legs, because she crossed them bashfully. I sensed that she was blushing slightly, certainly her endearing freckles were more pronounced.

 

“Ready when you are.” she said.

 

I was still looking at her gorgeous legs so I missed my cue.

 

“S-sorry.” I said, “Okay, I’ll start…now.”

 

After a stuttering start when I was still distracted by those lovely legs, I got into a speech rhythm at a pace I thought it needed. I was about two thirds of the way through when Chloe, I guess without thinking, uncrossed her legs. From my vantage point I could see right up her short dress. Not only could I view the lacy tops of her sheer black stockings and the bare flesh of her shapely thighs above, but I could also perceive a small triangle of her black panties. Completely distracted, I lost the thread of my presentation, stuttered, and stopped, almost to the point where I was gasping for breath. For a moment, all I could think of was forcing Chloe back on the bed, climbing on top of her, pushing her little dress up and pulling those tiny black panties down. I imagined what was beneath and I gasped. My heart was pounding. Instead of the blood rushing to my brain where I needed it, it took a detour down to my manhood, which responded accordingly. I’m not sure if she knew where I was looking, how much I could see, and what was distracting me, but Chloe coyly re-crossed her legs. Denied the splendid view up her dress, I was able to put my erotic thoughts to the back of my mind. I regained some composure and focused once more on my speech. I managed to finish it without further hesitation or interruption. As I concluded, Chloe pressed a button on her phone.

 

“Six minutes, fifteen seconds.” she announced, “You did say you wanted to talk for about five minutes didn’t you?”.

 

“Yes. Sorry, I got lost.” I explained, “Hopefully I won’t when I do it for real.” I continued.

 

“I trust I didn’t put you off?” she asked.

 

“Not a bit of it.” I lied, “I guess I’m just a bit nervous.” I admitted.

 

I must confess, I was strangely more nervous about being alone with Chloe dressed the way she was, than I was likely to be later when I was to address a room of over two hundred and fifty people. At least, I hoped that was the case.

 

“Another drink will help with the nerves.” Chloe suggested.

 

She stood up and adjusted the hem of her dress so that less of her lovely legs were on show. She walked over to the table and poured two glasses of wine. She handed me one of the glasses and held the other up.

 

“Cheers!” she said, “Here’s to you smashing your speech.”

 

“Cheers!” I rejoined, “Thank you.”

 

We drunk our wine as we finished getting ready. Chloe helped me on with my dinner jacket and even helped me tie my bow-tie, something I’ve always struggled with. As I slipped on my glossily polished black shoes she complimented me on how smart I looked and I returned the compliment.

 

“You look just like James Bond.” she smiled disarmingly.

 

“And you look good enough to be a Bond Girl!” I replied, cringing at how corny I sounded.

 

She slipped a black shawl over her shoulders. We headed down to the function room, side-by-side, just like a couple. I felt so honoured – and lucky - to have such a gorgeous girl by my side.

Inside the large conference hall we made our way to the bar and I ordered two further glasses of wine. As we stood at the bar, I was amazed how many people, mostly men, wanted to say ‘hello’. People that wouldn’t normally have the time of day for me, and even complete strangers, wanted to chat. Of course, I introduced them all to Chloe, and that seemed to satisfy them. I couldn’t help but notice how many of the men were ogling her and seemed to be ‘undressing her with their eyes’. It gave me quiet satisfaction that only two people in the room knew what she was wearing under her skimpy dress, and I was one of those people.

 

We were soon ushered through to the dining area where I was allocated a place on the top table, with Chloe by my side. The key-note speaker was introduced and he gave an eloquent, entertaining, and informative speech for about twenty minutes. His professionalism shone through, and I admired the way he kept his audience engaged. He was going to be a tough act to follow. I was delighted, however, that he didn’t cover much of the ground that I was to speak about, and where we did overlap slightly, we agreed rather than being contradictory.

 

Before I knew it, his address had come to an end and he received a rapturous round of applause. As the ovation died down I was invited to give my presentation. I took a sip of water, cleared my throat, and stood up. Fortunately I think I’d got all my nerves out of the way during my practice with Chloe. I spoke without hesitation, and remembered my whole speech without once needing to refer to my notes. At the end I received a warm round of applause and sat down, relieved. Chloe squeezed my thigh under the table and showed me her phone; the timer on it indicated I’d spoken for five minutes and three seconds. We exchanged knowing smiles. As expected, I didn’t receive any questions. I could now relax.

 

The third speaker had quite a monotonous, boring voice, and I must admit I lost interest in what he was saying. I think most of the audience did too. Chloe squeezed my leg again and leaned in close.

 

“He’s nowhere near as good as you.” she whispered.

 

I put my hand down on her thigh just below the hem of her short dress and held it there, squeezing it slightly. She didn’t object. I had a desperate urge to run my hand up inside her dress and caress the bare skin of her thighs above her stockings. I hastily overcame my impulsive desire and breathed deeply.

 

            “Thank you.” I whispered back, “He obviously didn’t have such a good PA.”

 

There was a sense of relief when the third presentation finished. The rest of the evening passed quickly. We enjoyed a very nice three-course dinner, followed by more socialising and drinking. Chloe stayed with me throughout, and I’m sure that was the main reason that so many of the attendees came over to speak to me and congratulate me on my talk. She certainly was the most attractive girl there – to my mind anyway - and was the centre of attention. A band started playing, and Chloe persuaded me, reluctantly, to get up to dance. I noticed that many of the younger men, and some not so young, gathered around so that they could dance close to us, or rather, close to Chloe. When the band eventually played a slow song I quite expected a stampede of partners looking to dance with her, but she pre-empted them by putting her hands around me and dancing close with me. I felt like the luckiest man alive.

 

After a couple of slow dances I guessed I must be cramping Chloe’s style and that she would probably wish to socialise with people her own age. And, in any case, I was feeling drained after the stress of giving my presentation and the exertions of dancing. I looked at my watch, it was just about eleven o’clock. The music was set to go on for another hour. I thought it was a reasonable time for me to make my excuses and leave.

 

“I’m going to turn in now.” I whispered to Chloe.

 

“Okay.” she whispered back, “I’ll come with you.”

 

“Honestly, there’s no need.” I said, “You stay and enjoy yourself. I’m sure there’s lots of young men here to dance with. I promise I won’t say a thing when we get back to work. What happens at conference stays at conference. Your secret is safe with me.” I tapped my nose, conspiratorially.

 

“Thank you, but I’ve got to collect my bag from your room.” she reminded me, “And if my room’s not ready, I may have to sleep there too!” she joked.

 

Although I knew she was only joking, the prospect of Chloe sleeping in my room made my heart skip. Especially when I remembered I’d only got a double bed. Oh, how I hoped her room wasn’t available!

 

After saying our ‘goodbyes’ to the dinner hosts, we made our way back to the room, stopping off at the reception to see if Chloe’s room was available. I crossed my fingers behind my back and prayed the room wasn’t ready. I saw the receptionist hand Chloe a key-card; my heart sank. Her room was obviously available. She came back to me clutching the key in one hand and a bottle in the other.

 

“My room is ready.” she said, “It’s only a standard room, so I guess it won’t be as posh as yours. And I think it’s on the opposite side of the hotel to yours too, so I don’t suppose I’ll have a view of the grounds – I’ll probably be facing the main road and the traffic will keep me awake all night.” she laughed.

 

“Oh, that’s a pity.” I said, despondently.

 

“Why? Were you secretly hoping it wouldn’t be ready? That's naughty!” she giggled.

 

“No! No! Not that.” I said, “I meant it’s a pity you’ve only got a standard room facing the road.” I clarified (and lied!)

 

“They did give me this though. By way of an apology for the delay.” she said, holding out the bottle, “Shall we have a night cap back at yours?”

 

I looked at the bottle. It was a bottle of Champagne, and not a cheap brand either. Although I was already feeling rather tipsy, having been drinking since five o’clock, I thought ‘Why not!” And it would give me some more time with the gorgeous Chloe. I thought I better not seem too eager, however.

 

“Don’t you want to save it for a special occasion?” I asked, “That’s rather an expensive bottle.”

 

“Tonight is a special occasion isn’t it?” Chloe countered, “We can celebrate your speech!”

 

“If you’re sure?” I pressed.

 

“I’m sure!” she buzzed, “After all, you only live once!” she continued, sounding like a girl after my own heart.

 

We quickly made our way back to my room; I opened the door and we entered. I was desperate for a wee so I made my excuses and went into the bathroom. When I came out I found Chloe standing in front of the TV with the remote in her hand flicking through the channels. I noticed she’d already kicked her shoes off; I did the same, and removed my dinner jacket and bow-tie.

 

“I was hoping to find some music so we can carry on dancing. I’m feeling quite merry.” she said, “Can you open the bubbly?”

 

I eased the cork out of the bottle; there was an almost inaudible sigh as the cork came out, and a gentle release of vapour. I held the cork over the opened bottle for a few seconds to ensure there was no bubbling over of foam. I slowly poured us both a glass of the sparkling liquid. We didn’t have any fluted glasses so I used the wine glasses. Soon after, Chloe found a TV channel that was playing soft music. She laid the remote down and took a swig from her drink.

 

“Umm, that’s nice.” she sighed, “Shall we dance?” she asked, setting her glass down.

 

I didn’t need any persuading. I took a sip from my drink – it really was nice - put my glass down and took her in my arms. I noticed at once how much shorter she was without her high heels on. Although I’m by no means a tall guy, she still had to reach up slightly to put her arms around my neck. I put my hands on her sides to start with, as I had done when we were in the ballroom, but as I relaxed, I put my arms around her. She moved in a little bit closer, we embraced. I nuzzled my face into her neck; she still smelt divine. I moved my hands up and down, caressing her back. I surreptitiously worked my hands slightly lower until they were on her cute little bottom.

 

“You know I can feel where your hands are?” she giggled.

 

“I’m so sorry.” I apologised, moving my hands further up her back again.

 

“Don’t apologise. It felt nice.” she said, “What you said earlier - about what happens at conference stays at conference. You promise that’s true?”

 

“Of course. Not a word gets back to the office.” I reassured her.

 

“That’s good.” she said, then to my utter amazement she continued, “If that’s the case, then you can unzip my dress if you want to.”

 

“Really?” I questioned, not believing what I was hearing.

 

“Really.” she giggled, "You did it up earlier, now you can undo it."

 

I noted that more of Chloe’s Welsh lilt was evident in her voice when she spoke sexily. It was a turn-on in itself. As we continued slow dancing, I took hold of her dress’s zip’s pull tab and gradually eased it down. When the zip was halfway down her back, I could once again feel her bra strap, and once again it gave me a buzz. With trembling fingers, I continued to slide the zip down further until it reached its bottom stop. I put my shaking hands inside her dress and stroked her back. Her skin was as smooth-as-silk; it was so youthfully soft. I worked my hands progressively lower until my fingers felt the top of her panties, touching the delicate lace. I expected Chloe to object to my wandering hands at any moment, but she didn’t; in fact she seemed to be enjoying it. Feeling brave, I slid my hands inside her panties and gently squeezed her bottom. She gave a slight murmur.

 

“That feels nice.” she whimpered, “Would you like to take my dress off?”

 

“Are you sure?” I asked, somewhat shocked that she’d even considered such a thing.

 

“I honestly don’t mind.” she reassured me, in her lilting, soft voice, “You looked up my dress and saw my panties earlier anyway didn’t you?”

 

“I didn’t know you knew?” I said guiltily, my face reddening.

 

“I guessed you had when you got all flustered practising your speech.” she chuckled, “Help yourself and have a proper look.”

 

As we carried on dancing I put my hands on her shoulders and casually pushed the dress off. She gave a little shimmy and the dress fell to the floor. She stepped out of it, bent forward to pick it up and tossed it onto the bed.

 

She faced me in just her skimpy underwear, and I got to take in the full splendour of her young, fit, athletic body at close quarters. Her stomach was flat, and although her breasts were relatively small, they were nicely shaped and in proportion. The black bra that she was wearing was slightly sheer and I could see her nipples poking against the lacy material. As I’ve said, she’s not overly tall, but her legs were shapely, and her holdup stockings accentuated them magnificently. Her bare thighs between her stocking tops and her knickers were like honey. Her black panties were tiny and matched her bra. I could see through them enough to discern that she was shaved, and I could perceive the outline of her slit. I took in every glorious detail of her. The excitement of seeing her in just her sexy underwear was causing my member to get hard.

 

“Well?” she said. She sucked on her bottom lip suggestively and looked at me furtively, “What do you think?” she added coyly.

 

Earlier I had searched for a superlative that did her justice but was also appropriate for a work colleague. I had no such qualms now. I didn’t hold back.

 

“WOW! You’re absolutely stunning!” I said, “Truly gorgeous! Utterly adorable!”

 

“Thank you.” she smiled broadly, then with a cheeky grin on her face and a glint in those gorgeous, puppy-dog, brown eyes, she continued, “Now it’s your turn.”

 

“How do you mean?” I asked, not understanding what she was implying.

 

“I’m going to strip you.” she said, matter-of-factly, still with a broad grin on her face.

 

“What?” I questioned, not believing what she’d said.

 

“You heard. I’m going to strip you.” she repeated.

 

Before I had chance to comment, her fingers were eagerly undoing the buttons on my white dress-shirt. She worked from top to bottom and soon had them completely undone. She pulled the shirt from my trousers and opened it up to reveal my chest.

 

“Not bad.” she said, rubbing her delicate hands across my bare chest, and making me shudder.

 

I helped her remove my shirt completely and she tossed it onto the bed. She turned her attention to my suit trousers, undoing the top button and carefully sliding down the zip fly. It made my whole-body tingle as I sensed her fingers so close to my erect member. She tugged my trousers down to reveal my blue boxers underneath. Once my trousers were around my ankles, I stepped out of them, Chloe  picked them up and put them on the bed with the other clothes. Knowing that bare legs and socks are not a flattering look, I quickly pulled off my socks and threw them on the bed too. She then knelt just in front of me so that her head was level with my briefs. I guessed she wanted to get a good look at my bulge.

 

“That’s quite a swelling you’ve got there!” she giggled, “Let’s have a look at it!”

 

I was still processing what she meant when she gripped either side of my pants and pulled them straight down to my ankles. My member virtually exploded out and pointed directly at her. Totally shocked, I was standing in front of her completely naked with my erect penis in full view just inches from her.

 

“Now I know what you were hiding from me. Naughty!” she laughed, “Although I’ve a confession to make, I did see it earlier when you dropped your towel; but nothing like as clearly as this. And it wasn’t as stiff as it is now.” she admitted with a chuckle.

 

I was speechless as I stood there with everything on view. What she did next surprised me even more. She took hold of my erect member, wrapping her beautiful slim fingers around it, gripping it gently and sliding her hand along it slowly back and forth. I couldn’t help but gasp at the strong sensations of being gently rubbed. It was my time to bite my bottom lip and gasp. I looked down on her in disbelief as she played with me. She pulled my foreskin back to expose its purple head, then she spat on it. Unbelievably, she put it in her mouth and started to work my cock.

 

I’d got to nearly sixty without ever experiencing oral sex. Boy, had I missed out! I wasn’t sure of the etiquette, so I just did what felt natural to me and enhanced my experience. I put my hands down on her silky hair and caressed it. As I did so, I persuaded her head closer to me so that more of my penis was going into her mouth. As she worked me with her mouth she reached up between my legs with her right hand and took hold of my ball sac. She squeezed just enough to cause my balls to ache without being unbearably painful. The combination of pleasure and pain was ecstasy. For someone that I’d always taken to be shy and retiring, Chloe certainly seemed to know exactly what she was doing. She also seemed to know when to stop. I could feel my balls were ready to explode when she withdrew. She looked up at me.

 

“Did you enjoy that?” she asked.

 

I was still breathing deeply and my heart was racing. It took a while to compose myself.

 

“It was great!” I said, getting my breath back. “I mean, you were great!” I clarified.

 

“Thank you.” she said, “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

 

With that she stood up and walked over to where the drinks were. For the first time tonight I could see her cute bottom, which was virtually bare, her panties being so tiny. I picked up my boxers and threw them onto the bed, then I followed her to the table, closely watching her bottom. We both took swigs of our drinks.

 

“That was nice.” she smiled. I didn’t know if she was referring to the drink or what we’d done previous to that. “I guess you’d like me to catch up with you?” she said cryptically.

 

I thought she was referring to how much we’d each had to drink so I looked at her quizzically. She looked me up and down as I stood there naked, with my erect manhood on clear display. I wasn’t even embarrassed any more.

 

“I mean, look at you completely naked, showing me everything and even letting me touch it; and I haven’t even taken my undies off. My bad?” she chuckled, “I guess you’d like them to come off?”

 

I looked at her. She was standing so close that her sheer bra and panties didn’t leave much to the imagination. But, oh, how I wanted them to come off!

 

“Yes please.” I said eagerly, almost begging.

 

“Would you like to do it?” she offered, “After all, I did take yours off.”

 

“Y-yes please.” I said keenly, unashamedly pleadingly.

 

“I guess I owe you that.” she grinned, “Okay. Help yourself.”

 

Chloe moved back to the bed and indicated for me to stand in front of her. She sat down on the bed and held her right leg out. I knelt down in front of her, reached up and took hold of the top of her stocking. I rolled it down and off. I repeated the process with the left leg. The whole procedure was extremely seductive. My hands had been so close to her intimate parts, my fingers were trembling. When both her stockings were off, Chloe stood up with her back to the bed.

 

“Your hands are shaking.” Chloe noted, “And that was the easy bit. It’s my bra next.”

 

She turned her back to me to make it easier for me. I moved in close and put my hands to where her bra clasp was. I undid it easily despite my trembling fingers. Once it was undone Chloe turned back to face me. She slowly removed her bra from her arms, and let it fall. I gasped as her breasts were exposed. Although as I’ve said previously, Chloe is not a busty girl, her breasts were a nice size and shape. Her skin was quite pale so that, even though her arolia were just light coffee-coloured, they stood out in contrast to her sallow breasts. Her nipples were slightly darker still, and very erect.

 

“Well? Do you like them?” she giggled, cupping her breasts and giving them a little wobble.

           

“They’re gorgeous!” I exclaimed.

           

“Thank you.” she said, “Just my panties left to come off.” she continued.

 

“Are you absolutely sure?” I questioned.

 

“I’m absolutely sure.” she responded, with a wicked smile, “You’ve shown me everything. So it’s only fair I do the same for you.”

 

I moved my hands to the top of her tiny black panties and eased them gradually down, savouring every moment as more and more was exposed. I gasped as everything came into view. Once they were around her ankles she stepped out of them, bent forward and picked them up. She stood in front of me with her hands by her side so that I got the complete full-frontal view. I looked down at her tiny, tight pussy. As I’d surmised earlier, she was completely shaved down there.

 

Chloe sat down on the bed behind her and gradually opened her stunning, sexy legs wide apart so that her whole pussy was slowly exposed to me. I gasped out when I first saw it, I found it hard to breathe. Her pussy was much redder than I was anticipating and, as she opened her legs, it separated like a flower blooming, filmed in time-lapse. She used her fingers to open it even more. I watched in wonder as I saw the lips of her pussy spread and part, revealing the inner-most intimate area of her virgina. It was glistening and wet.

 

As I watched mesmerised, she softly stroked the area around her petite pussy by gliding her fingers up and down each side. She then rubbed the upper part of her fascinating fanny in tight little circles. That made her shudder and gasp as she moaned in pleasure. I was stunned by her unabashed confidence in what she was doing, and by how soft and fleshy her fanny seemed to be as she massaged her most intimate parts. The sight had given me a burning, throbbing sensation in my balls. The impact on my member was immense. I felt the blood rush to it; it was as stiff as I’d known it for years. I knew what I yearned to do, but was that a step too far?

 

“Well, you can see as much of me as I can see of you now.” she chortled, “I can tell you like what you see.“ she giggled, looking directly at my erection.

 

“You can put it in if you want?” she added, candidly, “It’s okay, I’m safe.” she continued.

 

I was completely distracted as I took in the splendour of her most private parts, so I missed what she said. Or, perhaps, I just didn't believe what she had said!

 

“S-sorry?” I questioned, stutteringly.

 

“I said you can put it in if you want. I desperately want to feel your cock inside me.” she said openly, “Are you going to?”

 

“May I?” I said, hesitantly, completely taken aback by her directness.

 

“Of course.” she said, “That’s what we are here for isn’t it?”

 

I moved forward and slowly lowered myself between her open legs. She gradually laid back so that eventually we were both horizontal, me on top of her. Our mouths met and we kissed, full-on passionate kisses with open mouths and probing tongues. I nuzzled into her silky hair and kissed her neck. Oh, that perfume: ‘Love Don’t Be Shy’ suddenly made a lot of sense (or should that be ‘scents’!). As we kissed I cupped her bare breasts, one in each hand. I caressed them gently, surprised how supple they were: they had looked so firm. I could feel her nipples hardening to my touch. I caught my breath as I felt her hands reach behind me and grasp my buttocks; she squeezed them firmly.

 

I stopped kissing her neck and moved my head down level with her breasts. I plucked at her nipples with my lips and made small circles around them with my tongue. She sighed, and her nipples hardened even more. I felt her wrap her legs around me, and then I was aware of her holding my erect penis; it seemed so natural. I sensed her pull my foreskin back and I felt the tip of my penis press against her pussy. It sent a shock-wave through my whole body. Then instinctively I knew I was inside her.

 

Once she was satisfied I was within her, she put her hands back on my buttocks  and encouraged me to push. I felt my member go deep inside her virgina. She groaned, then she squealed. Then she thrust up with her hips and it was my turn to gasp. My heart raced, my breathing became more rapid and our bodies pulsed in rhythmic unison. Her squeals became throatier, she tilted her head back so that I could kiss the underside of her neck.

 

I was concerned I was going to hurt her. Her pussy had looked so small and snug, and my erection had seemed so big. I felt so deep inside her, and so tight. I returned to kissing her mouth. We parted lips briefly.

 

 “Are you okay?” I managed to whisper.

 

“Mmmm. It’s nice.” she responded in a whimper, “I can’t hold on much longer.”

 

She started gyrating even more vigorously. I knew she was young and lithe, but even I was taken aback by how energetically she moved.

 

We were both breathing really fast and heavy now. I knew I couldn’t hold on any longer either. I gave a huge gasp and released. She exhaled noisily, then sighed softly. I felt her fingers rubbing my ball-sac tenderly. I pushed a couple of times more until I knew I was completely spent. We stayed in our embrace for a while longer, kissing warmly. I was still inside her even though I was no longer fully erect; it felt so natural to be like this.

 

“That was fun.” Chloe purred, her breathing returning to normal somewhat quicker than mine, “I’m sorry I couldn’t hold on any longer.”

 

“Nor could I.” I admitted, “You were fantastic!” I added, still breathing heavily.

 

“Thank you.” Chloe sighed, “You weren’t so bad yourself.” she added with a grin.

 

“Thank you.” I sighed, feeling completely sated and with a satisfied feeling in my groin.

 

“That’s made me thirsty.” she giggled, “Shall we polish off the bubbly?”

 

Before I had chance to answer she’d hopped off the bed. I moved into a more conventional position in the bed, adjusted the pillows so that I was sitting up, and pulled the duvet up over my naked body. I watched Chloe walk away from me, so relaxed in her nakedness. Her bare bum cheeks wobbled rhythmically as she walked. She poured out the remainder of the bubbly into the two glasses, turned and walked back to me.

 

I watched completely bewitched as her delightful tits bobbed and her tight little pussy moved as she walked. When she got back to the bed she handed me the glasses. She saw where I was looking.

 

“You’re staring at my pussy.” she said with a giggle.

 

“I’m sorry.” I apologised, “It’s just so cute. And when you walk it moves. I just can’t believe that only moments ago I was inside it.” I explained.

 

“I can assure you that you were.” she laughed, “In fact, it felt like you were a long way inside it!” she giggled.

 

“It’s all like a wonderful dream; a fantasy.” I said, still not believing it was happening, “I’ll wake up soon and you won’t be here.”

 

“Oh, I’m here alright.” she laughed, “And to prove it you can ogle me a bit more. I’m going to get your chocolates.”

 

With that she turned and walked back to the table. As she walked away she exaggerated her hip movement so that her bottom swayed even more. She returned to the bed clutching the box of chocolates. Once again I watched entranced as she walked towards me, her tits bobbing and her delightful pussy in full view. When she got back to the bed this time, she climbed in alongside me.

 

She propped herself up on the pillows and pulled the duvet up so that it covered most of her body but left her bare breasts exposed. She took one of the glasses of bubbly from me and took a sip. She then selected one of the chocolates from the box and popped it in her mouth. I observed her closely as she sat next to me, with a glass of Champagne in one hand, chocolates in the other and her glorious bare boobs on display.

 

“Make yourself at home, why don’t you?” I said, feigning sarcasm.

 

“Oh My God! I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed, “I’ve been so presumptuous!”

 

“Haven’t you just?” I said, continuing the pretence.

 

“It’s just when you didn’t offer to walk me back to my room, I assumed you wanted me to stay.” she said guiltily.

 

“Did you now?” I said, carrying on the charade just a bit longer.

 

“You would like me to stay, though wouldn’t you?” she pined.

 

I sipped on my Champagne and looked at her contemplatively. I could see concern etched on her face.

 

“What’s in it for me?” I teased.

 

“Well you get to see these for a start.” she said, indicating her bare breasts, and giving them another wobble.

 

“And?” I taunted.

 

“And you’ll get to see my pussy again.” she said, “You do like my pussy don’t you?”

As she spoke she lifted up the duvet so I could see her naked body, and turned so I could see her slit.

 

“It’s a very nice pussy. I said, taking in the view, “But if you’re staying I expect more than just to look at it.” I joshed.

 

“You want to touch it too?” she said, “Oh, I guess that’s okay.”

 

“And?” I baited, and gave her a wink.

 

“What?” she looked at me quizzically before it dawned on her what I meant. “Oh. You want to go inside it again?” she said eventually as the penny dropped.

 

“I was hoping to.” I ribbed, “I really enjoyed it earlier.”

 

“Now who’s being presumptuous?” she chuckled, “I must admit I enjoyed it the first time. It would be fun to do it again. If you’re up for it?”

 

“Oh, I’m up FOR it. I’m just not sure if I’m up TO it just yet!” I laughed.

 

“I can wait.” Chloe smiled, “Anyway, I’ve got these chocolates to finish first!”

 

We finished our glasses of bubbly and shared most of the chocolates. At one point Chloe admitted to preferring the ones with nutty centres as she liked to have something ‘hard inside’. I promised I’d do my best, which made her giggle. We laid in each other’s arms for a while, kissing and caressing. One of Chloe’s hands was between my legs holding my flaccid member and fondling it occasionally. I had one of my hands between Chloe’s legs, against her warm, wet pussy; it felt so soft and squishy. As Chloe was fondling me, I used my fingers to rub her vulva.

 

I don’t know how long we embraced for; it just seemed so natural to be in each other’s arms. Time stood still. As we continued to touch each other, I felt my penis starting to respond again. Chloe obviously sensed it too.

 

“It’s getting stiff again.” she said excitedly, “It must be nearly ready to go once more. Would you mind if I go on top this time?”

 

I pushed the duvet back so that, as I lay there on my back, my whole body was exposed. My cock had stiffened to the extent that it now pointed skyward. Chloe smiled at it and manoeuvred herself into position so that she lay on top of me, pushing my cock down. She started to grind her body against mine along the whole length. When she was satisfied that we’d both warmed up, she sat up and put one leg either side of me so that she sat astride me, facing me. She took hold of my cock and held it in place as she lowered herself on to it, slipping it inside her. Once she was happy that it was in place, she leant forward so that her gorgeous boobs were just above my chest. I put my hands up and fondled them; her nipples hardened. Her face was level with mine and I looked deep into her dark brown eyes; they held a certain mischief about them that I’d not seen before. Her soft hair spilled forward and brushed my face. She reached beyond my head and grasped the headboard of the bed. She started slowly rocking, gyrating back and forth from her hips.

 

She leant forward and whispered in my ear, “I’m going to ride you until you’re begging me to stop.”

 

I couldn’t believe this was the same shy, sweet innocent young girl that I knew from work. I thought: ‘so much for What happens at Conference stays at Conference’ – if I’d said this is what happened, no one would ever believe me!

 

Whereas our first time had all been a bit of a rush, frantic even, this was much slower. Chloe seemed to know how far to lean forward so that we both got as much pleasure out of her pitching motion. I’d been concerned that she was just going to bounce up and down on me, and that it would be painful. But this was much more sensual, more intimate. I noted that I was nowhere near as deep inside her as I had been when I’d been on top, but she seemed to be just as stimulated, if not more so.

 

One of the great advantages for me was the view that I was getting. Not only was her gorgeous, freckled face just inches from mine, but I could watch her boobs oscillating and I could even see my cock drilling her cute little pussy. We’d both lasted longer than we did the first time, but I could feel I was ready to explode. I bit my bottom lip and closed my eyes, trying to hold on a little bit longer. I could sense my face contorting with pleasure, or was it pain? Chloe could sense it too.

 

“Are you ready?” she asked.

 

“Ummm.” Was all I could manage to respond.

 

I sensed her tighten her grip on the bed’s headboard, then she thrust forwards with her pelvis. We both groaned as I went deep inside her. I know I released straight away; I think Chloe did too. Certainly she didn’t lunge again. She withdrew my penis and laid by my side, looking at me with those deep brown eyes that seemed to get more sensual each time I looked into them. I pushed her hair away from her pretty face and kissed her tenderly on the forehead.

 

“That was wonderful.” she purred, “Thank you.”

 

“You were fantastic.” I sighed, “I’m sorry I couldn’t hold on any longer.”

 

“Me neither.” she giggled, “To be fair, you lasted a lot longer than I was expecting you to.”

 

We laid in each other’s arms again. She still had her hand between my legs and held on to my penis like some sort of comfort blanket, even though it was now limp. My hand nestled on her tight little slit. We must have drifted off to sleep like that. Both utterly contented.

 

I woke up at 7.30 am to the sound of the alarm on my mobile phone. The first thing I noticed was that Chloe still had her fingers wrapped around my manhood. I gently unwrapped them, which caused her to stir. I looked at her; although her hair was tousled, she still looked gorgeous. I recalled all the extraordinary things that had happened the previous night; from my first sight of Chloe in her unbelievably revealing mini dress, those scintillating views of her sexy undies, the pride I had felt as she had accompanied me, then amazingly seeing Chloe strip completely naked, and then making love to her not once but twice, and how she had been anything but the shy, innocent girl I was expecting. Finally, how we had spent the night wrapped in each other’s arms.

And here she was – real – it hadn’t all been a fantastic dream!

 

I brushed a few strands of hair from her lovely, freckled face as she lay there so serenely. She was like a real-life Zellandine – my very own Sleeping Beauty. She looked divine. I leant across and kissed her tenderly on the forehead. I couldn’t resist her vulnerability as she lay there in her slumber. I pushed the duvet down slightly so that I could see her bare breasts; I gently fondled them. She murmured but didn't wake. I put my hand down inside the duvet and found her slit. I drummed on it rhythmically with my fingers. Impulsively, her legs opened up slightly, even though she was asleep. I slid a couple of fingers in and gently massaged her. In response her pelvic region started to slowly rise and fall. I recognised the look on her face as the one she had when we made love earlier. I guessed she was loving someone in her dreams and I wondered who she was thinking of? Who was her sweet lover was that was turning her on as she slept? Foolishly, how I wished it could be me that turned her on each time she closed her eyes. They say that dreamers never lie. I felt her vagina getting wet, and I was getting aroused again too, so I thought I better stop. I pulled the duvet up.

I recalled that when I’d checked in I’d ordered a full-English breakfast to be delivered to the room at 7.45. I’d only ordered for one; never in my wildest dreams thinking I’d be waking up accompanied - and certainly not by someone so exquisite. I climbed out of bed and slipped one of the white robes on. Not a moment too soon as it happens as there was a knock at the door. I checked the bed; Chloe was still sound asleep and hidden from view under the duvet. I opened the door. A maid stood there holding a tray. I went to take the tray from her but she insisted she carried it into the room. I fell in step behind her as she carried the tray across the room and set it down on the table. I noticed she kept looking furtively at the bed. She turned to leave and I followed her back to the door. Again she glanced surreptitiously at the bed. As she left she gave me a knowing smile.

 

I returned to the table, picked up the breakfast tray and went back to the bed.

 

“Wakey! Wakey!” I said, “Breakfast is served.”

 

I climbed back into bed alongside Chloe, who by now was sufficiently awake to sit up, and still carefree enough not to worry that her bare breasts were on display. I uncovered the tray. There was two of everything. Obviously our liaison had not gone unnoticed by the hotel staff. I just hoped the other guests hadn’t been so observant.

 

“Morning Darling.” Chloe said, “I dreamt about you last night.” she added casually.

 

“Did you?” I asked, innocently, but secretly delighted.

 

“I dreamt you made love to me again.” she said nonchalantly, then seeing the food she continued, “This looks great. I’m famished.”

 

Once I’d got over the shock of someone calling me ‘darling’, and relishing the fact that she’d admitted dreaming of me, we settled down to enjoy the breakfast. It really was a good spread and we took time to appreciate the pleasure, novelty, and sheer indulgence of breakfast in bed. It was made all the more agreeable for me sharing it with a gorgeous, naked girl laying by my side. I must admit, I kept glancing at her adorably cute breasts.

When we had finished, I set the tray aside and we just laid side by side in silence, both sated. After a while I reluctantly suggested to Chloe that I should get up first, thereby giving her another twenty minutes or so in bed. We’d still got about an hour until we needed to check out.

 

So leaving Chloe in bed, I showered and dressed in my casual ‘going home’ clothes. I returned to the bed to find Chloe still snuggled in and looking delightfully cute.

“Your turn now.” I said, getting back on the bed.

 

“Do I have to?” she moaned, “I’m really comfy.”

 

“I’m afraid so.” I said, “They’ll be kicking us out of the room soon.”

 

“Oh, alright then.” she moaned.

 

She swung her legs out from under the duvet, stood up and toddled off naked to the bathroom. I watched entranced at her cute little bare bottom. I felt myself going hard once more at the sight. Oh, how I wanted her again!       

 

I busied myself packing my things and hanging my dinner suit on its covered hanger ready for when we left. I was doing everything I could to distract myself from thinking of Chloe naked under the shower – and failing miserably.

When she eventually came out of the bathroom she was dressed casually in the same clothes as she’d arrived in, that is, tight blue jeans, a pink sweater, socks, and trainers. It was the sort of thing that she would wear to work occasionally. Suddenly I found seeing her like this a massive turn on. I looked at my watch, we’d got about fifteen minutes before we were due to vacate the room.

 

“I’ve got one more ‘what happens at conference stays a conference’ card to play.” I said.

 

“What do you mean?” she replied, not surprisingly baffled.

 

“Well Conference is not officially over until we check out.” I explained, “And we don’t have to check out for another fifteen minutes.”

 

“So what you’re saying is that we’ve got quarter of an hour where we can do what we like and no one needs to know?” she said, finally grasping what I was getting at.

 

“That’s right.” I confirmed, “Pull your jeans down.” I continued.

“Sorry?” Chloe said, seemingly confused.

 

“Pull your jeans down.” I repeated.

 

I couldn’t believe that I was being so forward. The mere thought of saying what I’d just said to Chloe wouldn’t have crossed my mind yesterday. And I’d certainly never consider saying such a thing at work. Indeed, I’d never even thought such a thing until last night.

 

Chloe gave me a strange look. I thought maybe I’d got the situation all wrong. Maybe last night she’d been drunk and had behaved completely out of character. Now that she was sober, perhaps she was regretting all that had gone before.

 

“Okay.” she laughed playfully, “But It’ll have to be a real quickie.” a grin forming on her lovely, innocent face.

 

As the smile spread across Chloe’s face, relief spread across mine: relief that I’d not misread the situation at all. Her hands moved to the top of her denim jeans and she unbuttoned them. She pulled them down to her knees, exposing a cute pair of pink panties beneath. Although nowhere near as sexy or revealing as the lacy black ones she wore last night, they were still endearing.

 

“Do you wear those to work?” I asked.

 

“Sometimes.” she replied, “Why do you ask?”

 

“They’re cute. I’ll be thinking of you in them in the office.” I grinned.

 

“Naughty!” she giggled, “We’ll not be at Conference then you know.” she reminded me.

 

“I know. Shame isn’t it?” I sighed.

 

“Are you going to join me then?” she said, “We haven’t got long as it is.”

 

I undid my trousers and let them fall to my ankles. My boxers were being stretched by my erect member – again. I pulled my boxers down and set my erection free. I could see that Chloe was looking directly at it and smiling.

 

“I’ll never tire of seeing that.” she chuckled, “I can’t believe how excited it gets!”

 

“Drop your panties and you’ll see it get even more excited!” I urged.

 

“Is that a subtle hint?” she giggled.

 

With that she put her hands to either side of her pink panties and pulled them down to join her jeans around her knees. I got another view of her delightful little slit.

 

“And I’ll never tire of seeing that.” I chortled, “I can’t believe how cute it is!”

 

“You’ve certainly seen it a lot in the last twenty-four hours.” she chuckled.

 

I put my arms around her and grasped her bare bottom. I lifted her up and sat her on the chest of drawers. Just as I had hoped, her pussy was level with my penis. She took hold of my manhood and started stroking it. Her touch was so familiar now and yet still so exciting. I watched her long, delicate, immaculately manicured fingers wrapped around my member, gently rubbing back and forth.

 

“Do you play the piano?” I asked, somewhat bizarrely.

 

“No. Why do you ask?” she replied, sounding (not surprisingly) baffled at my question.

 

“It’s just you’ve got musical fingers.” I added, watching mesmerised.

 

“Oh! I play the flute.” she confirmed, “I’m Grade Six.”

 

I wasn’t sure how music grades were calibrated, but it sounded impressive.

 

“How about you? Do you play anything?” she asked, as she continued to rub me.

 

Now, I haven’t got a musical bone in my body. I can’t even hold a note when I’m singing alone in the bathroom. But I didn’t want to admit as much to Chloe. I thought the best way out was to make a joke about it.

 

“I’ve got a Grade Five on the virgina.” I joshed.

 

Chloe burst into laughter.

 

“I thought after last night you were at least Grade Seven!” she grinned.

 

As I say, I wasn’t sure how music grades were calculated, but I took that to be a compliment.

 

As she continued to rub me I leaned in and we kissed. I had both hands either side of her neck holding her head steady; I could feel her soft hair against the back of my hands. And oh, that scent, wafting seductively in the air.

 

“Love, Don't Be Shy” I whispered.

 

“You remembered.” she said, “And don’t worry, I won’t be!” she added seductively.

 

I started kissing her neck as I knew how she enjoyed that, and I nibbled at her ear lobes.

 

“Ummm that’s nice.” she murmured, “Don’t take this the wrong way, but as we haven’t got long, I’m going to have to help you out.”

 

I wasn’t sure what she meant but I didn’t question it. With her jeans and panties around her knees she couldn’t open her legs too far. My penis had responded to her stroking; she pulled my foreskin back and inserted my hard cock into her pussy. It was really tight. Despite this, she put her finger in as well and started to stimulate her clit. Now I understood what she meant by giving me some help!

As Chloe seemed to be in control of everything that was happening below our waists, I lifted up her pink sweater. She was wearing a plain white bra underneath that was slightly padded. I knew I didn’t have time to take it off, so I pushed the cups up so that her delightful boobs popped out. I cupped them in my hands and squeezed them gently. Her nipples were already hard. I moved my head down level with her breasts and, recalling how she’d enjoyed it earlier, I plucked at her nipples with my lips and described small circles around them with my tongue; her nipples hardened even more.

 

“Umm, I like that.” she sighed, “I’m ready. Are you?” she whimpered.

 

“I’m ready.” I confirmed.

 

I felt her grip tighten around my erection and she started stroking it even more vigorously. I rubbed her breasts robustly. We both gasped simultaneously and released, letting out an audible sigh. Wrapped in each other’s arms, we held on tight in an embrace. I nuzzled into her neck; she purred. I think we could have stayed like that for ages; I certainly wanted to. But just then there was a knock at the door.

 

“Room service.” a female voice called out, “Can I come in? I need to clean your room. You should’ve checked out by now.”

 

“Give us a minute, please.” I called back; there was more than a hint of desperation in my voice as I’d heard the door click unlocked.

 

I hurriedly helped Chloe down from the chest of drawers. I think she must have caught sight of herself in the mirror as she stood there with her jeans and panties around her knees and her pussy on display, her bra dislodged and her boobs in full view, and her hair unruly and ruffled.

 

“I’m going to need more than a minute!” she gasped in despair.

 

“Okay. I’ll stall her.” I said reassuringly.

 

“If you go to the door like that it should do the trick!” Chloe grinned, “Seeing your willy should distract her!”.

 

I looked down at my exposed manhood. I quickly pulled up my briefs and trousers. Chloe bent over to pull up her panties. I couldn’t resist slapping her bare bottom.

 

“That’s not helping!” she half-giggled, “It was nice though!”.

 

I went to the door and opened it just enough so that I could see the room attendant but hopefully she couldn’t see far enough into the room to observe Chloe in her state of undress.

 

“I’m so sorry. We’ve over-laid.” I explained, “Can you give us a couple of minutes please?”

 

“You should’ve checked out ten minutes ago.” the maid said officiously, frustration in her voice, “I’m behind schedule as it is.”

 

I looked back into the room. Chloe had pulled her panties and jeans up and was in the process of rearranging her bra and jumper. She then stood in front of the mirror and ran her fingers through her hair.

 

“I’m done!” she shouted, thankful that we’d had the foresight to pack our cases beforehand.

 

I opened the door and Chloe exited wheeling her little case behind her. I quickly grabbed my bag and my suit and followed her out, apologising to the maid again as I left. As we walked briskly along the corridor I could sense that Chloe was sniggering. When we were out of earshot from the maid, Chloe turned to me.

 

“Did the maid see your willy?” she giggled like a cheeky schoolgirl.

 

“No she did not.” I replied, equally giggly, giving Chloe a playful dig in the ribs and feeling fifty years younger than when I had arrived, “Do you think she saw your pussy?” I sniggered.

 

“I hope not!” Chloe retorted with a chuckle, and I noticed she checked the zip on her jeans as she said it.

 

There was one more slightly embarrassing moment when we checked out at the front desk. Chloe and I both handed our keys over. The receptionist gave me a knowing look.

 

“You ordered one of our complimentary full-English breakfasts in your room, but it says here that you actually had two?” the receptionist said.

 

“That’s correct. I’ll pay for the difference.” I offered, guiltily.

 

“There’s no need.” the receptionist smiled, “We were more than compensated by only having to clean one room instead of two.” she grinned.

 

Chloe and I looked at each other and we both blushed.

 

“I hope you enjoyed your stay?” the receptionist said with a hint of irony, and I’m sure she winked.

 

“Yes. Thank you.” Chloe and I said together, and hurriedly left.

 

We quickly found the car and stashed our cases in the boot. Neither of us spoke until we were both seated in the front seats and ready to leave. We then looked at each other and smiled with relief, like I’d imagine Bonnie and Clyde must have done following one of their daring escapades.

 

“That was fun. Thanks for everything.” Chloe smiled, “But you promise, what happened at conference..”

 

“Stays at conference!” I interjected, “I promise.”

 

THE END

 

 

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