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Part 2
Hand trembling, holding onto the slender room key, She lets her fingers linger on mine as we both stare at the key as if it's has magical powers. Margaret's fingers move up to my chin, lifting my face to look her in the eyes. I feel powerless in her presence, a spellbound feeling that is warm and inviting. Silently her smile overtakes me yet again, and her words, like a liquid silk penetrate me "Go now, and come to my room at 8."
With that, she turns and is gone. Stepping away and turning the corner out of my sight in an instant. She looks as perfect as she did the first moment I saw her and my mouth hangs open, in the dark if this tiny space inside the convention center. My senses return like a hammer of reality has hit me in the chest. I realize I'm breathing deep and hard, my hands tremble, I'm a total mess!
Quickly, I straighten my dress suit and touch my face, feeling flush; I can't possibly hide what I've just experienced. "Hell, what did I just experience?" I think to myself. Taking long, slow breaths, I attempt to relax before I step out into the conventioneers. My feet move me out of the shadows and I make my way back to the booth. I've been gone minutes but it feels like it's been a week since I have been with all my co-workers.
My boss, with the poker face of a rookie nearly skips to me when he sees me return. "Margaret from the Ardren dealer group?!?! Lacie, this is HUGE, what did she say? What did she want? Where the hell is she?" He blurts out almost like he's vomiting rather than talking.
Collecting myself, clearing my throat I pause, dumbfounded as to what I can possibly say to him. Finally, the words come to me, honesty, the best policy: "She wants to meet later." I say with a small smile.
Reggie can barely contain himself as he senses the deal is close "Awesome! I know the best place here for sushi -- I already have a table reserved!" His hand goes to his data phone as he punches up numbers to dial.
Quietly, I break the news "She wants to meet with me Reggie."
Reggie freezes. He looks me in the eye, stunned. "You? She wants to meet with you alone Lacie?" his tone sounds shattered, like someone stole his cotton candy from the state fair.
Nodding yes, I tell him I'm going to go have drinks with her and talk.
Surprisingly, he spends a long minute thinking about it. Finally saying "I guess this is your chance young lady. I hope you're ready for the big time." God if he only knew.
I made my way back to my room and had barely an hour to get ready. Far too much time and not enough at the same time. I wanted to rush to her room without waiting but I needed to refresh and clean up so badly. Showering quickly, knowing I'd have to race to get my hair ready in time, I felt like the water barely hit me. How would I dress? What do you wear with a woman in this situation? God my mind raced at all the possibilities before me.
Finally, I went to my bags and pulled out an outfit that could pass as relaxed business casual, but still very sexy. It was a light jacket and skirt that I love to pair with a baby blue camisole. That, with some strappy sandals would have to do. I did my hair, making sure my red locks were brushed straight and just lightly styled. She had seen me before and I couldn't just doll myself up, I went for a relaxed look that still tried to be sexy.
My makeup was minimal, as I tried just putting the basics on, some light foundation, blush and eye shadow. Each minute passed far too fast as I saw my outfit and look come together. It was nearly 8 and I looked in the mirror at myself. Silently, wondering if I was in a dream or was this some crazy fantasy I was dreaming up while flying to Las Vegas? My hand trembled at the notion of willingly going to be with a woman for what would be something I had fantasized about but never acted on. Was I a lesbian? I'd never thought about it in the past but suddenly the reality thrust upon me made me think.
Picking up the room key, I stared at it for a long moment. Tucking it in my little Coach purse, I made my way out of my room. Feeling a tingle on the back of my neck, I stepped to the elevators to go up to her floor. The doors to the elevator set me free on her floor and I strolled to her room as if pulled by some magical force.
I wanted to knock. I wanted to stand there forever and think about what was on the other side of that door. Looking at the key, I nervously slid it into the reader and the light went green, the telltale sound of the bolt clicking open gave me entry to her room. Entering tentatively, I looked in and saw the room was lit with only a few medium lights. I called out: "Hello? It's Lacie. Margaret? Are you here?" No answer.
The door closed behind me as I entered the large suite. The room was a high level space, not a palace but far more than my "regular" room. With a large living/sitting space, giant plasma TV and full size bar. I could see a more formal looking dining area and more chairs for people to sit and chat. It must have been almost 40 feet to the series of doors I could only guess were offices and bedrooms. This was a gigantic space and nobody was around. Puzzled, I stepped closer to the bar area, afraid to go to the bedrooms of a strangers room.
Just then, I see a candle burning with a few rose petals and a folded piece of paper with handwriting on it. Getting closer, I picked up the paper and read the note:
Lacie, relax and enjoy yourself. I have stepped out for a short time but you'll be rewarded for your patience. -- Margaret
Holding the note for a long moment, I re-read it two more times as this mysterious woman held her grasp on me. A knock on the door nearly made me leap out of my skin! Nervous, and unsure, I walked to the door and heard the visitor identify himself as room service.
I opened the door and he entered. Bringing with him a tray of fruit and some delicate appetizers followed by a large bottle of champagne chilling on ice. He was quick about his work as he set it all up on the bar, and refused help or even a tip as I felt obligated to do so. He left and I was alone for a moment, unsure if I was being tricked somehow. Why would this woman play games I wondered?
The sound of the door lock opening from a key made my heart race as reality hit me. My legs trembled as the door opened and Margaret walked in. She was dressed so differently, white terrycloth robe from the hotel, her hair wet from obviously being at the hotel's legendary spa. Her smile melted me the moment we made eye contact. I was so awestruck as she entered and winked at me it made her giggle.
"Come now love, let's not be so stiff" she said with her oh so proper tone. "I had to get the convention smell out of me my dear, it ruins the night if I have to be that way. I see you freshened up, good girl." Girl. She spoke to me as if I was a child, it was so appropriate because I felt so little! Stepping next to me, I could smell the lavender and vanilla on her body from the spa. "Have some of this lovely fruit Lacie, I got it for us both." Margaret said as she took the champagne and began to pour a glass for each of us. Leading me to the couch in the main sitting area, Margaret and I sat and began to talk, breaking the ice that strangers have between them. The champagne is tasty and dry, offset by the fruit and food she has ordered for us.
The way she carries herself reinforces her style and mature presence. Even while just wearing a lush terrycloth robe, she remained elegant and sophisticated. The position of her body was no accident; I could see her lovely body within the robe as she'd move ever so subtly. Never exposing herself fully, I found it impossible to maintain eye contact whenever her body moved. Time lost meaning as we talked. Talking to her was so easy and comfortable, I was disarmed and unable to resist anything she said or did.
We faced each other on the couch and eventually, we moved close enough that she began to trace her finger on my wrist, generating a tingle of energy in me. The sensation was like nothing I had ever sensed with a man or woman. I felt her energy transferring to me and making me more aware of all around me. My body was responding to her touch and I froze as she put her glass down and scooted closer to me. Feeling Margaret's hand move up my arm, to my shoulder and then to my neck, her fingers played with my earlobe and earring.
I shuddered, feeling this woman touching me and all I could do was surrender to her intent. My eyes began to close as I let the sensations sweep over me. She whispered: "You're a lovely girl, and I find you irresistible dear. Stay with me tonight."
My lips quivered as I tried to respond, but her finger moved to touch them.
"Shhhh" she said. "You wouldn't be here if you didn't feel the same way"
I blushed deeply as she read my mind. Returning her hand to my ear, she then slid her hand into my hair and leaned in to kiss me. Our lips met so softly as before. The taste of the champagne on our lips and then our tongues, ever so gently and tasty as we explored each other. My mouth opened as our tongues met and our kiss deepened. Our breathing deepened as we kissed deeply. My hands moved forward, to find that her robe was now open enough for me to touch her bare skin. With surprise I froze as my hands found her lovely breasts exposed to me. Causing her to kiss me with a smile, Margaret broke the kiss and whispered "well hello" into my ear.
Leaning back, she let me drink in the sight of her body now exposed from the open robe. Margaret opened the robe, taking her arms out of the sleeves so that she was naked from the waist up. Her hair still a bit wet and unkept but god, amazingly sexy. I moved closer to her, leading the way with my hand, curious to feel her body I felt her breast with my right hand. It caused her to moan in pleasure as I felt the firmness of her intimate flesh. She closed her eyes as I gently supported her breasts with both my hands now. Doing what I love to feel most, I allowed both my index fingers and middle fingers to spread enough to allow me to roll her swollen nipples. They were a lovely deep maroon color on her delicately tan body. The lack of tan lines was such a sight to me.
I could feel her hands move to my head as I felt her lovely body. Pulling me to her and encouraging me to kiss her skin. My lips found her collarbone and I gently extended my tongue to taste her spa freshened skin. It was smooth, supple and so delicious.
Unable to help myself, my lips and tongue traced down her body to find the nipples I viewed moments before. A hunger had come over me and I needed to taste more of her. My lips connected with one of her nipples, which cause me to feel a flush of sexual charge, this first for me felt so right and I was giving in to the desires that I was unaware of within me.
Gentle kisses and the breath from my nose covered her nipple. My tongue extended and gently swirled around and around slowly. Margaret purred "Ohhh, good girl" with a breathless quality that was so damn sexy.
My lips parted enough for me to suckle on her like a hungry baby. I couldn't help but suck on her lovely breast out of pure lust. She had me so worked up I found myself wanting to be with her more and more. Margaret traced her fingers in my hair and then down to my back, scratching with her manicured nails causing me to moan as I suckled her lovely bosom.
Lovingly attending to her this way felt so good, so natural to me and I found my body temperature rising so quickly. My sex was growing so wet within my panties my hand went to rub myself, causing more moans from deep within me. Margaret then increased her grip on my hair and pulled my head from her skin, forcing me to stop. I nearly panted as I looked up to her eyes; she leaned in and kissed me tenderly, her tongue leading the way into my mouth. Our passion had grown and I was her puppet. Her body moved forward, causing me to lean back into the soft pillows on the couch as I reclined.
Her naked body on me, pressing me underneath her we moaned as we made out, my leg coming up to wrap around her as we kissed. Margaret's hands moved up and down my body, finding the hem of my skirt her hand slid up my thigh under my skirt, forcing it to hike up as we kissed. I tried my best to lift my hips to give her access, I was ready for anything.
With an almost alarming stop, she broke the kiss and looked at me with a deadly serious stare. I nearly thought something was wrong and went to speak. My mouth froze, as she touched my now soaking panties, her fingers so close to my swollen clit, only the damp material between her and me. I cooed gently and winced my eyes in deep pleasure. Her face relaxed and she smiled as her fingers slid inside the side of my panties to explore the folds of my most private skin.
My legs opened as she knelt in front of me. Looking at my face to gauge my feelings, her fingers went to work on me, slowly but with force, she was finding out about me, what made me moan, what would make me scream. I put my hands to my breasts and squeezed as she felt me up. Her fingers were more than amazing as I found my body dancing to whatever song she played on my now soaked pussy. Her face broke out in a smile as I licked my lips and whimpered as she began to finger me, slowly entering me and exploring me from within.
My voice became higher pitched as I let go of any inhibitions. Margaret used her free hand to begin to feel my rock hard nipples in my camisole. I lay back on the couch, eyes closed, transported to a heavenly setting where this angel brought me to experience something so amazing.
I then ran my hands through my hair, feeling so enveloped by the amazing sexual passion running through me. Hotter than I had ever been before, this woman was making me hers with kisses and fingers, how would I ever be the same?
Just when I thought it was at its peak, Margaret stopped, for an instant. Her fingers within my body exited and I felt as if something was missing from me. Before any protest, before I could make a sound, a warm and wet feeling entered me. She had lowered down and put her tongue to my swollen pussylips. I gasped. I moaned. My body began to contort from the intense feelings she gave me. Her wet hair now touching the inside of my thighs.
My back arched. My body was no longer mine, it was hers. She controlled all that I am and I willingly gave in without a word.
The talent within her tongue was not of this earth. It explored, searched, discovered, and tested me. Sometimes soft, sometimes firm, Margaret knew this area of a woman with an expertise that was extraordinary. I felt my breathing hurry, the sexual energy within me growing as her tongue was joined by a finger inside me. My body moved, trying it's best to grind into her mouth as she ate me out.
My sounds grew louder as I rocked into her face. The urgency grew as I sensed my first orgasm arriving. I tried my best to hold it back, that sweet resistance that makes the inevitable orgasm all that much sweeter. Gritting my teeth, I tried all that I could but her insistent tongue and talented finger would not be denied. My mouth opened in a lewd "O" as I gasped, moaned and shrieked to an orgasm, the likes of which I had never, ever experienced.
The pleasure hit me like a wave -- I was a little boat on a sea of sexual pleasure, batted around helplessly. My mind spun as this wave flowed through me and I nearly bounced from the couch. Margaret never stopped, her pace quickened as I cried out with each tremendous flood of sexual charge.
Over and over until I was done -- spent. Unable to talk, I was panting as if I had run a marathon but I never left the couch. My eyes could barely focus as I looked down at Margaret tending to my drenched sex. Her tongue licked and kissed at my clitty, sucking gently as I continue to moan at each and every thing she did.
Her smile was bright as she looked up, face awash with my most intimate fluids. My entire body trembled with passion so new and exciting, it had taken me over and I was totally taken by it all.
What the rest of the night would bring -- would be worth every minute.