Conference 2

Conference.

The venue was lavish, a high class hotel conference room which held about 500 people. We entered together with Vicky leading me but us holding hands. This was reassuring in both this new environment and our relationship.

With a glass of wine in our free hand we mingled. A few unusual expressions from those seeing our age difference (20 years +) and some knowing nods from the occasional couple. "Just relax and be yourself, enjoy the banter of the rich and not so famous." This was calming as although I was suited and booted, smarter than any time before I was not in my usual habitat. Vicky was at ease and clearly this was no first time for her as she greeted those known and unknown to her. She wore an almost black, tight fitting dress with a plunge back revealing her figure to her lower waist area. In certain lights the colour was purple and black when in lower light areas. She wore heels which were slender and black, an understated gold pendant necklace, gold rimmed glasses (just for effect) and her hair in a pony tail with a black bow. In contrast to the muted colours she wore scarlet lipstick and nail polish. She gleamed excitement, confidence and glamour. She had a sway to her walk, slow and determined I think in part to stop her unleashed breasts from dancing to a different beat.

"Ï must introduce you to Snowy, you'll like him.". We approached an older couple, Snowy was a white haired larger gentleman dressed impeccably alongside his beautiful wife, Beth. She contrasted his black and white formal-wear with the glamour of an evening gown of shimmering emerald. She was slim and her toned figure was on show. Both likely in their seventies they kept their grandeur well. I was introduced by Vicky using my name and then a smile to Snowy. We passed pleasantries and moved along. "Snowy is the president of the company I work for and I think the owner too but no-one seems too sure of that.". "He fits his name with that hair." I said. The response was a smile to the naive, "He is Arthur Owl." This makes even more sense now. "He also owns a few bars and clubs; I intend to take you to at least one on our trip."

The conference started with Snowy and a few items of business making this the conference that was now tax-deductable I assume. Awards came next. Vicky took the first with something quite trivial followed by 2 hours of other comments speeches and awards. There was a break for dinner in the hotel's restaurant. This was lovely and the wine flowed well. Vicky was next to me and her hand frequently wandered below the tablecloth. The first time was to take my hand and place it on my thigh, nothing more. The following time onto my thigh and up my leg. Whilst easing her way up she didn't take her eyes from me. I could feel her constantly exploring my blushing face. Fuck this was hot yet it was also uncomfortable. She was delicious but this was formal; feelings were again confused.

After the dinner speeches ended, we were invited back into the conference hall. "Two awards and then party time!" Snowy announced loudly. Vicky was awarded the prize for the greatest profit on sales; the prize was in an envelope; she had a choice of 2. She took one and was told to open it immediately; 5 days in Barbados! Flights 5 star accommodation the whole lot. Wow, her and Peter were going to have fun! I was jealous.

The following prize was being announced as Vicky rejoined me. I congratulated her and noted that she would enjoy time with her husband. "Well he doesn't know I have this prize." She looked me straight in the eye and grabbed my balls firmly, "Passport?" she enquired. I swallowed my wine quickly and eagerly nodded with a stupid grin on my face.

The other envelope contained a similar prize, of 7 days in Italy all expenses paid. "I think that was a good choice." she told me,tapping on the envelope. The last prize of the evening was for the best dressed. Snowy always did this and it was always his wife. Just a means of showing love and affection I was told.

We adjourned for drinks whilst the conference room was reconfigured. Vick grabbed my hand and we headed outside. The grounds were lovely, almost park-like. She kept moving away from the house to a small copse of trees about 50 metres away. Almost jogging in her heels she slipped them off and leaving my hand she ran like a school girl, hitching up her dress as she went. I arrived 2 mins later as I was admiring the view of her. Gently moving her to lean her back against a tree I kissed her. She was a little out of breath and her chest rose quickly as I explored her mouth with mine. "No time for sex, but I need to take care of that." nodding to my crotch. And without hesitation she was cupping my now naked balls in her hand as she licked my shaft from balls to tip. "Not on my dress!" She pulled my deep into her mouth with her tongue moving quickly and her head moving slowly. I pulled her hair slightly and became aware of some breathing close by that . There in the shadows was a young couple. The guy gave a tentative thumbs up; almost asking for permission. I nodded. The Increased adrenaline was great and Vicky too gave a small nod; my cock in her mouth, she was aware of our voyeur couple. Vicky's dress was up around her waist she moved the ball cupping hand and started fingering herself. Her breathing increased in rate and depth, soon she stopped on my cock to take a deep inhale of air as she came in a shaking climax. She stayed crouched for a while as she regained some composure. She then stood, walked around behind me and taking my girth in her hand she began to wank my stiff cock. Slow to start with and speeding up causing me to shoot my load into the darkness beyond. "There not on my dress and we both had fun." she smiled before bending down to clean my dripping and throbbing cock; her touch causing more jerks from my entire body. I tucked my still ridged cock into my underpants, dusted of the suit trousers and bulge showing very obviously we made our way back to the hotel. I turned to see who our voyeurs were, 2 youngsters about 18 or 19 years old holding hands, smiling and chatting. I was only a little older than them.

We danced a bit during the evening and although I am not a mover, I did manage some shapes but it was in the slow songs where I excelled. As I ran my hand down Vick's back I noticed that she had some twig or leaves in the V of her dress. She had been unwittingly showing this to all. I removed it, dropped it to the ground and nodded to it so Vicky knew. She just smiled, she didn't care.

We left at about 1 am. Parts of the hotel were busy, parts were not. I grabbed her hand and pulled her into a large room, a meeting room with a large table. I turned her, lifted her dress to her waist and feeling her left breast in my left hand I pulled her hips towards me. I nudged my hard cock to her and before I could respond she inserted it into her pussy. She was wet, warm and hot. "Cramp!" I called, my calf muscle in spasm I tried to ease it but ended up on the floor in the darkness. I tried to stretch it out but Vicky helped and after an agonising minute it had improved. The door opened, "rumbled" I thought but no it was our young lovers from before. They hadn't seen us on the floor. I pulled Vicky down. Now with us both there we heard the words of a desperate young man trying to 'bed' his girl. She put up a meagre struggle before the table creaked and the 2 pairs of legs became one. Was she on her back? Vicky managed to stay below the table-line as she mounted me. Sliding into her again felt smooth warm and incredibly wet. Her juices were joining my balls, she was flowing the juice of lust. The table was not being touched by us yet it rocked swiftly, too swiftly, he was a beginner in this game. He had gone straight to the glory and I doubted he'd last long. Vicky smiled, I could just see her smile as the light caught her face. She was beautiful, glamorous even in the throws of passion.  I pulled her dress from her shoulders, breasts free and swinging I took one in each hand and gently tweaked her nipples. I reached around to my wet balls, lubricated my fingers and then reintroduced them to the nipples; sliding them between my fingers she tensed her pelvic muscles. This added sensation took me beyond my limit. I pumped my second load of the night into her over-willing body. This caused a flood of juice for my trousers and the floor. Silently giggling she lowered herself to the floor without a sound. I seized the chance to eat her pussy. Incredibly wet from our joint efforts and gaping open slightly with legs widened I dined. She deserved to be the recipient. Matey-boy was giving it his all and let loose with a groan, his date without a sound moved and another pair of legs hit the floor. She was off him, he was out of her and removing his condom; it fell to the floor. In the dark it remained unfound as they left in silence. Vicky was massaging her tits as I sucked her womanhood into my mouth slowly and rhythmically. Raising her knees I gained easier access. She was there, almost whimpering. I gently entered a finger into her pussy as I worked quicker with my mouth. Bringing that finger forward to her G-Spot caused her explosive cum and she ejected my finger with force. Her cum doused me from my face to my belly. With my suit smelling of female joy, I stood. Vicky slipped her tits back into her dress and once standing wriggled it down. There was cum on her dress making the light hit it in purple patches and not the more obvious black. I zipped my cock back into my clothes and we left the room. The mirror opposite showed the disaster we had become. Smiling we left, hand in hand.