Convention

ABC Corp. is a sixty-four-million-dollar corporation in the Midwest US founded as the American Box and Container Company in the early twentieth century. We started life as a box company providing shipping crates, cardboard boxes, and pallets to whoever needed them. Over time we expanded our services to include other services including transportation and warehouse services. Our business flourished and with the advent of computerized systems we developed an inventory system that managed our products from design, through manufacturing, warehousing, and delivery. We married the inventory system with our home-grown sales, order, and invoicing system.

Our founder retired in 1990 and his granddaughter expanded our reach into the modern world when she realized our integrated system would be useful to other industries. She had it updated, changed the name of the company, and created a division to market and sell the software. It was successful and the revenue of the renamed ABC Corporation quadrupled under her leadership. The fact that ABCC was a woman run company was instrumental in signing numerous large government contracts, primarily within the military and its suppliers.

With the availability of artificial intelligence, our system was able to anticipate inventory needs before they were noticeable by other means and accurately predict the corporate revenue with amazing accuracy. Leadership of ABCC changed again in 2018 when our founder's great-granddaughter relieved her mother.

Our software division is the largest division within ABCC. One of the departments reporting to the Senior Vice President of Computerized Systems is the Assistant Vice President of Communications and Marketing (AVPCM). There are other AVP's for Research and Development (AVPRD), Contracts (AVPSales), and Client Support (AVPCS).

The AVPCM is a married, thirty-eight-year-old, graduate of Harvard and The Wharton School, named Chad. I'm Chad. I came on board six years ago as the first Director of Communications and Marketing when the company was reorganized. That I graduated with the CEO played a small part in my hiring. I'm one of a few male employees in a company that is 87% women.

The corporation participates in a number of trade shows throughout the year. My organization is involved in most of them but the only one that counts for the Computerized Systems Division is the Consumer Electronics Show (CES) every year in Las Vegas. The public involvement in the CES is only four days in early January but the on-location involvement by the Consumer Technology Association (CTA) who organizes and runs the show is closer to eighteen days. It is an immense undertaking involving approximately 4500 exhibitors and nearly 140 thousand attendees.

Our involvement spans ten days of the schedule. Alex, our Director of Exhibits, is the first to arrive on Saturday, four days before the exhibition is scheduled to open. Her job is to work with the CTA to locate our position on the show floor and verify the availability of power and water to the site. She communicates with our shipper and directs the delivery of our equipment to our designated location on the floor.

Monica, the Manager of Public Displays arrives early Sunday with her staff of seven women to set up the booth and test the equipment. They're well prepared having set up, tested and dismantled the booth and equipment in one of our local warehouses. Between their arrival on Sunday and the first day of the exhibits they set up and verify every aspect of our booth. Four days later, when the exhibits close at four pm, they break down the booth and prepare everything for shipment back to the warehouse. In between they hang around the booth as eye candy to attract as many attendees as possible to visit our display.

I usually arrive late on Sunday prepared to meet with the media the following day. If everything comes together we'll be ready for media review on Monday and public presentations on Tuesday. For four days, the conference consists of presentations, demonstrations and displays.

Before Alex leaves for Las Vegas, we break down the conference presentations and split up the ones we want to attend. We don't duplicate presentations. We want to maximize the information we gather and exchange notes afterward. The goal is to add functionality to our software.

I arrived after dark Sunday night. I checked in and was given a plastic key card to room 2312. When I got to the room, I walked through the large living room area with a sofa, two chairs, several tables and a 77" television, left my rolling bag on the floor and headed for the bathroom to pee. Finished, I turned around and noticed the wall between the bathroom and the bedroom was floor to ceiling glass. Anyone in the bedroom could watch whoever was in the bathroom bathe, shower, brush their teeth or use the toilet. "Interesting," I thought wondering who might find the arrangement interesting and concluding with "I am in Las Vegas after all."

On the way out of the bathroom I noticed a small, zippered pouch and a toothbrush in a glass on the counter next to the sink. I moved my suitcase into the bedroom. The bedroom had two queen beds, a chair next to the floor to the ceiling window overlooking the mountains in the distance, a large, low-profile dresser, and another large television on the wall over it.

I don't usually unpack for short hotel stays but, since I was going to be here for five nights I thought it would be more convenient if I moved my clothing to the dresser. I put my suitcase on the bed, opened it and grabbed a pile of my t-shirts and boxer briefs. I opened the top dresser drawer to put them inside. The drawer already had someone's underwear in it. Not just ordinary underwear. Women's underwear. Several bras and intriguing bikini briefs. I'm not the brightest bulb in Las Vegas but even I could conclude that I had been assigned to a room with a previous, and current, female occupant.

I put my underwear back in my case, zippered it closed, put it back on the floor, and started for the door to head back to reception to correct the problem. That's when the door to the room opened. Alex looked at me. "Hey, Chad. Welcome to Las Vegas."

"Hi Alex. Thanks. This must be your room. I was given the wrong key by reception. I was just heading back downstairs to rectify the situation," I related.

"No. No," commented Alex. "You're in the right room. The hotel doubled us all up to save space and free up more rooms for them to sell. With 140 thousand attendees and at least another 30 thousand support staff, there's a shortage of rooms."

"I can get that," I agreed. "But pairing different sexes in the same room is a mistake. I'll get another room."

"Not likely," Alex said. "I doubt there's a free room between here and Henderson. I can see how they could make the mistake. I think they may have thought I was a man with my name. I think we'll have to deal with it."

"How's that going to work?" I wanted to know.

"Look. We're adults. With a few common courtesies I think it will work. There are two beds so that's not a problem and there's plenty of room in the dresser. With the sitting room up front, I'm sure we can manage to dress with some privacy."

"That's fine except for one other item," I agreed. "In case you haven't noticed the wall between the bedroom and the bathroom is transparent."

"True and that's not a problem as long as one of us is in the sitting room when necessary," suggested Alex. "Accidents do happen," she added. "Like I said, we're adults. I'm sure you've seen a naked woman before and I certainly have seen naked men. If we do catch a glimpse of each other, enjoy the view and don't mention it. If we don't point it out, then for the one seen it didn't happen."

I smiled. "What?" commented Alex. "Imagining accidently seeing me?" she asked.

I laughed. "Good guess," I admitted.

"Don't worry," she smiled. "I'm already wondering whether to just be casual or pose for you."

"Damn," I muttered.

"Leave your stuff and let's go to dinner," Alex suggested.

We had dinner and a couple of drinks in the lounge and went back to the room after ten pm. Alex showed me the empty drawers in the dresser and I unpacked while she sat on a bed and watched. "I have an early start tomorrow," she said. "I think I'll just take a shower and head to bed."

I was sitting in the living room watching a late game on the television when Alex came into the room with just a towel wrapped around her body. "I just realized that I don't have anything to sleep in. I didn't pack pajamas or a nightgown and sleeping in my underwear, especially my bra, is uncomfortable and I won't get much sleep," she shared.

"I think I may be able to help," I told her. I got up and walked around her. She smelled of lilacs and mint and I wanted to say something but I kept moving. She followed me into the bedroom. I retrieved one of my t-shirts from the dresser and tossed it to her. She caught it in her right hand but almost lost the towel in the process. She grabbed it before it revealed anything. "Oops," she giggled.

"My t-shirts are extra long," I told her. "It may be just perfect as a nightgown for you."

I went back to the living room. A minute later, Alex was standing in front of me. "Thanks. It's perfect," she told me.

It was perfect. It hung in all the right places and just barely covered her panties. It was difficult for me to keep my composure. She thanked me again and turned to leave the room. The t-shirt rode up in the back as it hung over her backside and I could see an inch or two of the white triangle of her panties as they disappeared between her cheeks. She turned to look back at me and smiled. "Your turn," she said and wiggled out of the room.

I turned off the tv and wondered where she was going. Since it was "my turn," I expected her to wait in the living room. She was curled up in the bed nearest to glass bathroom wall and facing away. I needed a shower so I trusted her.

A grabbed a hanger from the closet for my clothes, my dopp kit and a pair of boxers to sleep in and headed for the bathroom. I undressed, took a shower, brushed my teeth, peed, and headed back into the bedroom. I hung up my clothes, climbed onto the far side of the other bed, lay on my left side facing away from Alex and, after a brief replay of her walking away in my t-shirt, fell asleep.

A few hours later, I woke up. I had to pee again. Alex was still asleep in her bed but facing the bathroom wall. "What the hell," I thought. "I have to pee." I moved quietly to the bathroom, left the lights off and peed in the dark. Alex hadn't moved when I returned. I lay back in the bed but this time I lay on my right side.

Sometime later, I heard Alex move. I opened my eyes. Alex was sitting on the edge of the bed facing the bathroom wall. She stood up and headed to the bathroom. I wasn't the only one who needed to pee in the middle of the night. The difference was, she turned on the bathroom lights. I watched as she slid down her panties, sat on the toilet, peed, wiped herself and, restored her panties. I should have felt guilty about watching her but, somehow, I didn't. I really hadn't seen much but I enjoyed the show and, as agreed, vowed not to say anything to her.

Early the next morning, Alex and I exchanged a few words from bed to bed. "You're probably the quickest to get ready, so you go first," she offered. She made no move to head to the living room but she remained facing me with her back to the glass bathroom wall.

I trusted her, got out of bed in just boxer shorts, grabbed clean underwear and headed for the bathroom. I washed my face, brushed my teeth and, after checking that she wasn't looking, peed, and changed my underwear. I dressed while she watched, took my necessary documents, and headed for the restaurant for breakfast. "Save a place for me," she called after me. "I won't be long."

We shared breakfast and left each other to pursue our planned day. It was media day. I was busy all day including lunch and didn't reconnect with Alex until late in the afternoon when we both went back to our shared hotel room.

I had changed into casual clothing before she caught up to me. I was catching up on the news on the television when she came into the room and followed her into the bedroom when she wanted to talk.

"I can't wait to get comfortable," she confided. I sat on the bed while she went through her clothing, choosing a pair of slacks and a pastel blue blouse to wear. Without comment or hesitation, she stripped off her business suit and changed into the casual attire. I didn't comment as she pulled on her slacks over her white bikini panties and her blouse over her white bra. Then we went for an early dinner.

Dinner stretched until after seven. We confirmed our plans for the first day of the conference the next day. After dinner, we took a long walk around the grounds of the hotel, stopping to admire the moon and stars and watch the blinking lights of the airplanes queued up for landing at the airport.

Inside, we were drawn to the lounge. We sat at a corner table. Monica arrived and joined us for our second drinks. "Where are the girls?" asked Alex.

"Still working," related Monica. "Tomorrow's a big day and they want to get it right."

"I'll be glad to pass on how dedicated they are to their jobs to the boss," Alex said as she looked at me.

Monica smiled and saluted me with her drink. I laughed and saluted her back. We had another drink before Monica excused herself. "The exhibits open at ten and I want to be there by seven to check everything one more time and ensure that the girls are ready for their long day teasing the visitors."

Alex and I laughed and wished her well. It was about ten-thirty when we headed for the room. I retrieved a couple of pre-mixed cocktails from the room refrigerator and we sat on the side of her bed for one last nightcap.

"Chad," started Alex after a sip of her drink. "I didn't sleep too well last night. I'm not used to wearing clothing to bed, including your t-shirt, and I was uncomfortable enough to impact my ability to sleep."

"Are you trying to tell me you usually sleep naked?" I asked.

"I am," she confirmed. "Is that a problem for you?"

I smiled and answered honestly. "Alex, if you want to sleep naked I'd be an idiot to try to talk you out of it. I also usually sleep nude at home and, assuming you don't have a problem, I'd prefer to sleep nude as well."

"Then we have an agreement," Alex summarized.

"We do," I agreed. "And the 'accident' clause is still in effect?"

"Of course. Why wouldn't it be?" she asked.

"The possibility of 'accidents' just went up, significantly," I explained. "And I suspect we'll both know when they happen. It seems that not mentioning it is a bigger problem than the 'accident' itself."

Alex thought for a moment. "I think you may be right. You got up last night to pee and it didn't seem to be much of a bother for you."

"It wasn't," I agreed. "I was wearing boxers though. I may feel different tonight if I have to pee again. You peed after I did. How would you feel if you had to pee again tonight?"

Alex blushed. "I don't think I'll feel uncomfortable," she insisted.

"You turned on the light," I said.

She smiled broadly. "I may turn on the light again tonight," she promised. We're adults. Let's just stop being silly about it. It is what it is and we need to be natural and live with the results. "Enough talk," she continued. "I need a shower."

She stood up and began to unbutton her blouse. Her casualness affected my reaction. I sat, sipping my drink as she removed her blouse, slacks, bra, and panties. "Oops," she said. "Another 'accident.'"

I laughed as I watched her walk into the bathroom and turn on the lights.

Twenty minutes later Alex was done showering and brushing her teeth. She peed and came out of the bathroom with a towel on her head. "Your turn," she said.

I was in a difficult position. I went with living with the results. I undressed and headed for the shower, my semi-erection leading the way. I left the lights on. In the shower, I forgot that Alex might be watching. I showered, brushed my teeth, peed, turned off the bathroom lights and walked into the bedroom. Alex seemed to be asleep on her right side facing the bathroom wall. For a moment, I was vexed that Alex had fallen asleep while watching me.

I turned off the lights, walked past the end of her bed and crawled into my bed. I fell asleep almost immediately. Sometime in the middle of the night, Alex got up to pee. She turned on the light and took her time. Later, I leveled the playing field by peeing with the light on.

In the morning, we shared the bathroom and went to breakfast. We had several 'accidents' in the bathroom that involved body contact. I wasn't sure they were actually accidental but I kept silent.

The day passed similarly to the day before. I didn't see Alex except for twice passing her in the hallways. Together, we changed for dinner and went to the dining room. Monica and her staff were already there. The restaurant had pushed two large tables together to accommodate them and there were two extra places at the tables. We joined them. The conversation was exclusively about the day's events and the plans for the next day.

Alex and I took another walk after dinner. We passed another couple walking while holding hands and Alex took my hand while we walked. I tried to convince myself that it was an 'accident' and failed. Imagination and expectation replaced rationalization.

We shared drinks in the lounge and headed for the elevators near eleven pm. We overlapped in the bathroom, Alex showered while I brushed my teeth and peed. She peed and brushed her teeth while I showered.

We went to bed, each on their own bed. I fell asleep on my left side facing away from her in her bed. I'd barely started snoring when I felt a weight on the bed next to me. I held my breath and froze in place. Alex lifted the covers and slid into the bed behind me. She put a warm hand on my shoulder and whispered, "Are you asleep?"

"Not now," I confessed. "Can I help you?"

"You can," Alex affirmed. "I'm lonely. I usually can reach out and Fred makes me feel secure. I reached out and he wasn't there. You were but out of reach. I moved over here. I hope you don't mind."

"I don't mind. Actually, having a warm body in bed with me is comforting. We both may sleep better this way."

Alex bunched up a spare pillow and curled up behind me, her breasts against my shoulder blades.

I woke up several hours later. I was on my back. Alex was asleep with her head on my shoulder, her right leg over my leg, and her right arm over my hip with her hand resting on my still sleeping penis. I was curious what time it was but nervous about moving for fear that Alex might start moving her hand and I might respond appropriately.

I leaned up to see the clock next to the bed over Alex's body. She stirred in her sleep. I thought she said, "Go back to sleep. We can fuck in the morning." I wasn't sure since she was whispering and her speech was garbled in her sleep. Maybe she thought the man in bed with her was Fred, her husband. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep wondering if I was concerned if her statement was her plan or concerned if it wasn't.

I woke with Alex shaking my leg. She was wearing fresh panties and holding her bra. "Wake up sleepyhead. We have a full day ahead." I crawled out of the bed and padded to the bathroom where I peed and brushed my teeth. I walked back into the bedroom naked and fished a pair of briefs out of a dresser drawer.

Alex smiled at me. "I'll get us a table in the restaurant," she suggested. "Buffet or menu?" she asked.

"I think menu," I answered as I pulled on my underwear. "Give me ten minutes."

She walked to the door, turned to look at me, smiled, and said, "We have to talk." Then she was gone.

I met her nine minutes later in the restaurant, attired in suit, tie and neatly combed hair. There was coffee on the table at my place along with orange juice. "I ordered you a Western omelet with home fries and fruit cup," Alex told me.

"Thanks," I said. "That's works perfectly." After breakfast, we coordinated the sessions we planned to attend. I didn't see Alex again until I got back to our room late in the afternoon. She was sitting on the sofa in the living room. "Welcome. I was hoping you'd be back sooner," she said.

Standing in front of her, I stated, "Well, I'm here now," I replied. "What's up?"

"I wanted to talk to you," Alex said.

I did what I usually do when a woman wants to talk, I waited.

"I woke up this morning feeling... how can I say this... unfulfilled."

"I don't understand," I admitted. "What are you trying to say?"

"Chad don't make this more difficult than it has to be," Alex insisted.

"Alex, we're both adults. Just say it," I prompted.

"Damn it Alex. You can't be that dense," she asserted. "Horny! I woke up horny, okay?"

I responded as calmly as I could. "I can understand how that could happen. You've been away from Fred for four days. I can relate. I haven't been home for three days."

"Wait!" said an energized Alex. "You're horny too?"

Before I could answer, she jumped up, kissed me, and headed for the bedroom with a spring in her step. I followed her and watched in anticipation as she stripped off her business clothes. She stopped when she was in her bra and panties. I watched as she went to the closet and removed a dress with a flared skirt, pulled it over her head and, smoothed it over her hips.

She turned and looked at me. I guess my expression gave me away. "Oh, Chad," she said softly. "You thought we were going to... you know... get it on. I'm sorry I gave you the wrong impression. I am horny but I'm also hungry. Let's go to dinner and get used to the idea. We have all night."

I changed into casual attire slowly. Alex watched and her positive expression started to change my mood. We started for the door. In the living room, Alex paused. I stood with my hand on the door latch. "Let me make you a promise," she said. I watched as she put her hands up under her dress and slide them down with her panties in her hands. She threw them on the sofa. "I'm ready now," she said.

We sat on the same side of a table on the side of the restaurant where the lighting was dimmest. We ordered drinks and, when they were delivered, we ordered dinner. We sipped our cocktails and looked at each other with a new understanding. Alex's eyes were alive, shining in the dim light. She put her hand on my thigh. Her mischievous smile encouraged me. I put my hand on her thigh.

She giggled, sipped her drink, and used her free hand to pull her dress up until my hand was resting on her bare thigh. "Alex, we're in public," I warned.

"That's part of the excitement," she giggled. "And the tablecloth blocks the view."

I giggled with her and slid my hand further up her thigh. She stopped me short of my target. "Not here," she whispered.

"But the tablecloth," I reminded her.

"That's not what I'm concerned about," Alex admitted. "You've seen the movie 'When Harry met Sally?'"

"I have but I don't get the reference," I confessed.

Alex took a quick breath. "This isn't Katz's Deli," she said.

I laughed. "I get it."

The waiter brought our meals and our hands returned to the tabletop. We ate slowly, carefully, enjoying every bite and every sip of wine. Our conversation avoided anything to do with business or the conference. When we spoke it was about the meal or indirect allusions to what the rest of the evening might bring that were met with broad smiles or nods of our heads. We lingered over dessert and finished the wine.

After dinner, we walked the hotel property again. We held hands and walked more slowly than in previous evenings, stopping frequently to hug or kiss. I happily waited when we stopped and Alex removed her bra and tucked it into her purse. At one point on the far edge of the property where the lighting wasn't as bright, we kissed and hugged. My hand dipped below the hem of her dress and slid up to caress and hold her cheek. "I'm feeling chilly," commented Alex. "Let's get back to the warmth of the hotel."

We picked up our pace and returned to the hotel lobby about ten minutes later. Alex pressed her body against me and kissed me in the elevator while I held her ass again. "Cameras," I reminded Alex. "Screw the cameras," she responded. She pressed her body against mine and kissed me again.

Alex was the first to get to the room and I gave her the key card. She fumbled unlocking the door and dropped the card. She bent at the waist to pick it up. I ran my hand up to her ass again. She straightened up. "Naughty boy," she giggled.

Alex squatted down, picked up the key card and opened the door. "Should I carry you over the threshold?" I asked.

Alex laughed. "This isn't a honeymoon despite what I have planned for you," she responded.

In the room, Alex moved to unzip her dress. "Let me do that," I suggested.

I held her in my arms, kissed her and began to slide the zipper on the back of her dress down. When I reached the end of the zipper I kissed her. She took one step back, shrugged her shoulders and her dress fell around her feet. I'd seen her naked several times in the last two days but this was different. She wasn't naked in the pursuit of some necessary function like taking a shower or going to bed. She was naked because she wanted to be naked and she wanted me to see her naked. It wasn't an 'accident.'

I studied her body and smiled. "Okay?" she asked as she turned around slowly.

"Is 'okay' another word for speechless?" I asked and reached to unbutton my shirt.

Alex laughed. "Let me do that," she insisted.

Alex kissed me. She removed my shirt and t-shirt. She kissed me again and followed up with a kiss on each of my nipples. "Why didn't I think of that?" I asked myself.

She unbuckled my belt, unzipped my trousers, and pushed them to below my knees. She knelt on the floor and removed my shoes and socks. I balanced alternately on one leg while she removed my pants. She looked up at me over the obvious tent in my boxer shorts. She smiled and licked her lips. I smiled back at her.

She reached up, grabbed the sides of my shorts, and pulled them down to my ankles. I repeated lifting my legs so she could remove them. Then she looked up at me again. The tent in my shorts was now a tent pole swaying slightly in front of her eyes. She smiled, licked her lips, pulled my erection down with her hand, and kissed the head of it gently.

My body shuddered.

"You like that?" Alex asked.

"Yes," I managed to say.

Alex stood up and kissed me. "Come with me," she instructed.

I followed her into the bedroom. She pulled down the covers on what I had begun to think of as her bed and crawled onto it on her knees. She reached for me, got me to sit on and then lie on the bed. "Scrunch back a little," she requested. I wiggled back onto the bed until she could easily hold my erection in her hand. She leaned forward and kissed the head of my erection again.

My body shuddered again. "Perfect," she giggled.

I closed my eyes as Alex sucked my erection into her mouth. My mind short circuited. The feeling was incredible. My hips bucked and my legs bent with my feet on the bed. "You like that?" asked Alex.

I tried to control my breathing. "Alex," I said. "I think I'm going to like everything you do tonight."

"I'll do my best," she promised."

A few minutes later, my hips were shaking uncontrollably. "Alex," I called.

"Too much?" she asked.

"Almost overflowing," I confessed.

"Well, I think we'll save that for later," Alex commented. She lay down on the bed and pulled me on top of her. I kissed her. She pushed my head down her body. I kissed her chest and held her breast in my hand. Her breast was firm and her nipple erect. I kissed her nipple. Her body shuddered. "You like that?" I asked.

"I. Like. That," she whispered.

I kissed her other nipple and began to kiss down her body. She grabbed my hair and pulled me back up until she could kiss me. "I can't wait for you to do that," she whispered. "But I'm still unfulfilled."

Confused, I looked at her for a moment. "Fuck me first," Alex insisted.

Alex lifted her legs and I repositioned myself. I moved closer and rubbed the head of my erection between her labia several times. "Don't tease me," Alex demanded. She pushed her hips in my direction.

I pushed back and my erection slipped inside her. "Oh, God," Alex gasped. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my hips.

An old college fraternity brother of mine with a reputation as a lothario and enough notches on his bed post to attest to it, once told me that all women were the same in bed, hot, sweaty and all the same once you were inside them. He couldn't have been more wrong. I didn't have the same experience that he had but being inside Alex was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. As I rested inside her, her vagina rippled against my erection. Her muscles didn't squeeze me all at the same time. They squeezed and released in sequence beginning at the base of my erection until they reached its head. Then they repeated. "OH, GOD!" I echoed Alex's expression.

Alex began to flex her hips against me. I matched her rhythm moving my erection in and out of her. Too soon, I began to feel the impending, unavoidable, release of sperm and semen. "Alex," I muttered.

"It's okay," Alex reassured me. "Don't hold back. I want to feel your heat."

My orgasm erupted inside her. My body tensed, my eyes closed, my toes curled, and I held my breath. As my orgasm calmed, I realized that Alex was in the middle of her own orgasm. Her eyes were squeezed shut and she was gripping her breasts so hard that I was sure she was going to leave bruises. Her body bounced against mine so hard I imagined that I would have bruises too.

Thirty seconds later, we were both breathing normally. I rolled off her and settled on the bed next to her. "I'm sorry," I whispered in her ear.

"What for?" she asked.

"I don't usually finish that quickly," I explained.

"Chad, I just had one of the best orgasms of my life. Your timing and orgasm were perfect and you're apologizing? I don't get it."

"I'm sorry," I repeated.

"You're kidding?" she asked.

"I'm sorry that I said I was sorry," I explained. "I've never had an experience like that before either."

"You're forgiven," said Alex. "Next time we can try for endurance."

She rolled on top of me and kissed me. "Meanwhile, where were we?"

I rolled her over and resumed my kiss south on her body. Below her navel, her body began to quiver in anticipation. As I kissed through her pubic hair her body began to shake. I held her hips tightly and slipped my tongue over her clitoris. "Fuck," she exclaimed.

I sucked her clitoris into my mouth. Her thighs clamped against my head and her legs stiffened. I couldn't imagine how her body could react as it did without her having an orgasm. I slid two fingers into her vagina and her orgasm cascaded over both of us. My hand filled with our joint secretions.

I held my position motionless as her orgasm peaked and began to recede. I curled my fingers against the front of her vagina and sucked hard on her clitoris. "Damn it," Chad," squealed Alex. "Give me a chance to recover."

I moved over her leg and up her body until I could kiss her. "Ummm," Alex hummed as she kissed me and licked my lips and the area surrounding them. "Sorry," I said. "I thought you liked it."

"I do like it," confessed Alex. "I want it just like that often. The pleasure is as intense as anything I've ever experienced. It's just that I need some time between orgasms to recover. Otherwise, the pleasure gets so intense it begins to be painful and painful is not how I want to remember these moments with you."

"Alex, I didn't know. I'm sorry I was inconsiderate," I said. "I want nothing more than for you to have the best experience possible."

"It's okay," Alex. I get it. Please don't hesitate in the future. Just give me a short break once in a while."

"How much time do you need?" I asked.

"Thirty seconds or so," Alex said.

I laughed. Alex laughed with me. "Thirty seconds," I repeated. "I could use a thirty second break sometimes myself."

Alex kissed me and rolled out of the bed. "I'm going to take a shower. Are you coming?"

We took a sensual shower together and moved to my bed. Overnight, we took several thirty second breaks. In the morning, tired but functional, we took another shower, dressed, and headed for breakfast.

Day three of the conference was almost identical to the second day. I attended a number of presentations in the morning. I sighted Alex entering the far side of the auditorium for the next session as I left after the previous session. I don't think she noticed me.

I included a short visit to our booth. Monica and her staff were dressed conservatively with above the knee pencil skirts, silk blouses with deep necklines, and blazers. They drew nearby attendees, and me, toward our booth where our marketing a sales representatives tried to engage them in conversation. In another environment, I might have tried to engage any of the women in conversation myself.

My last presentation finished just before six and I headed for the room. Alex was just getting out of the shower when I got there. She met me at the door, naked and holding a towel. "Just in time," she said and handed me her towel.

I dried her body gently multiple times, enjoying the feel of her breasts and the kiss she gave me each time I dried her nipples.

I took a shower. I caught glimpses of Alex in the bedroom looking through the dresser and the closet for something to wear to dinner. I came into the bedroom, naked and holding a towel. Alex was wearing the same summer dress she had worn the previous evening. She carefully dried my body, lifting my testicles to dry underneath them. My penis began to respond. She held it in her hand for a second. "Down boy," she commented. "We have to eat first."

Alex sat on the bed. She watched me dress. I grabbed a pair of boxers from the dresser. She put up a finger and shook her head. "Why not?" I asked.

In response, she lifted her dress. "Oh. I see," I acknowledged and put the shorts back in the dresser. "No t-shirt either?" I asked.

Alex shook her shoulders. Her unrestricted breasts bounced beneath the fabric of her dress. I put the t-back in the dresser next to the shorts. I put on a pair of casual trousers and an oxford button down shirt that I left untucked. I added loafers without socks. Alex slipped her feet in Tevas and we left for the restaurant and dinner.

Alex kissed me in the elevator. "Where are we going to eat?" I asked.

"I assumed the restaurant off the lobby. Why?" asked Alex.

"I thought we're not dressed appropriately for the main restaurant," I explained.

"Nobody will notice," assured Alex. "We'll sit in the back again."

Dinner was similar to the previous night. Alex put her hand on my thigh behind the tablecloth. I put my hand on her thigh. She moved her hand up and held my testicles through my pants. I moved my hand up and held her mons under her dress. Alex leaned over and kissed my cheek, pressing her breasts against my arm. I squeezed her labia and slipped a finger into her vagina.

Fortunately, the waiter brought our meals at that moment. We were on the verge of a possibly scandalous event.

After dinner and two bottles of wine, we walked the perimeter of the hotel property again. We passed a small fountain of a chubby cherub peeing into the water. Somehow, we had missed it on our walks the previous evenings. Alex pointed it out laughing at the concept. You're neater," she laughed.

"And I flush," I laughed with her.

"I've got an idea," Alex informed me. She grabbed my testicles.

"Here?" I questioned.

Alex bent over the fountain edge and flipped up her skirt. My reluctance evaporated. I unzipped and slid inside her. Two minutes later, Alex wiggled, pushed back, and stood up straight. "This is fun but I prefer the room," she said.

We were back in the room and naked eight and a half minutes later, three of them in the elevator. It would have taken longer but Alex had her dress off before I got the room door open. We rushed to the bed as if chased by demons. But something happened when we jumped into the bed and kissed.

Suddenly, everything was moving in slow motion. Our kiss lingered. Abruptly, the kiss mattered to me. I was aware that I wanted Alex to get as much from the kiss as possible. It sounds simple but in reality I couldn't get as much from the kiss as I could unless Alex also experienced her maximum pleasure. I realized in the way Alex was returning my kiss that she had experienced a similar epiphany.

When my kiss expanded to her neck, she tilted her head to maximize my contact and my pleasure. Her subvocal moans communicated her similar experience. I held her breast in my hand and kissed her nipple. I love kissing her nipple. Alex guided my hand with hers and adjusted her breast to encourage me further and her no longer subvocal moans informed me that she loved having me kiss her nipple.

Everything we did over the next two hours focused on each other's pleasure and we were extremely successful in our efforts. When my erection eventually slid into her, her hips added harmony to the rippling effect of her vagina. The result was otherworldly. Our orgasms were prolonged and left us breathless.

We slept in each other's arms, breathing each other's breath and caressing each other's bodies. Alex rose from the bed in the darkness and headed to the bathroom to pee. She turned on the lights and watched me watching her.

When she returned, I held her in my arms. "Alex," I said. "Something has happened to me. I'm becoming aware of something that has only happened to me once before and I married her."

Alex put a finger on my lips. "Chad," she said. "I understand. What you describe has also happened to me and it scares me to death."

"Alex, I don't want you to be afraid. I know we have to leave what we've experienced in Las Vegas in Las Vegas when we leave. I know we can't pursue our new experience when we leave. I can't trade my love for you with the intense pain it would cause in my existing relationship and I can't ask you to do the same. For me, it is the classic case of star-crossed lovers and I reject Shakespeare's solution in "Romeo and Juliet."

"Chad," laughed Alex, "You're a wonderful lover and you make your point very well. I too do not subscribe to Shakespeare's suicidal solution. I can live a dual life, one here in Las Vegas with you and one the rest of the year with Fredrick and my family and I expect you to do the same with Suzanne. I can do this without guilt because I love both of you and to try to live otherwise will produce the exact pain you describe and, I believe, I risk losing both of you."

"Alex, the risk is enormous but the benefit is obvious. I agree with your solution. I can keep our relationship under control even though we work together. We have to. I don't see another possibility."

We validated our agreement with a prolonged physical romp where we added fun to our sensual responsibilities and went to breakfast in the morning. It was the last day of the conference. There were no presentations, only the exhibits. We identified the vendors we wanted to learn more about, split them between us.

Twice in my travels, I passed by our display. Monica and her seven cohorts were conversing with almost every attendee near the booth. Their charms were undeniable and I wondered how successful they were in getting attendees to interact with our marketing and sales representatives.

I met Alex just after four pm outside the conference floor. I took our notes and assorted brochures up to our room while Alex waited. Before we went to dinner, we took a walk outside, the first time when the sun was still above the horizon. We found a bench and watched the sun set behind the Spring Mountain Range. It was our last night in Las Vegas and I don't think either of us missed the symbolism of the setting sun.

We were sitting on opposite sides of the table in the restaurant, sipping our first cocktails of the evening, when Monica walked into the room. She saw us, waved, and walked over to us. She, like us, was still wearing her "work" clothes. With approval by Alex, she sat down. "Where is your staff?" asked Alex.

"They've changed into jeans and t-shirts and are taking down the display. They're going to work late and most of tomorrow so they can go home. I'll be here until Sunday to get everything shipped home."

The conversation moved to the high points of the week. Monica shared that we had signed two contracts and had leads on a half-dozen more. The waiter came by and we ordered second drinks for us and first one for Monica. Later we ordered dinner and the three of us continued to talk.

After dinner, Alex and I started for the elevator. Monica followed us, still talking about the week gone by, all the way to our room. I opened the door. Monica followed Alex and me into the room. Monica looked around the large sitting area and the obvious pathway toward the larger bedroom area. "Wow. This is a fantastic room, Chad. Is yours similar, Alex?" she asked.

Unable to avoid the approaching revelation, Alex simply said, "This is my room."

Monica looked mystified for a moment. She looked at me. "But you opened the door," she commented.

"We're sharing," said Alex as if it was as natural as the moon rising outside the window.

"You're sharing?" questioned Monica. "I don't understand."

"Have a seat," suggested Alex. "And let me try to explain it to you."

Alex and Monica sat on the sofa. I sat on the side chair. "The hotel made a mistake," opened Alex.

"A mistake?" asked Monica.

"Let me talk," suggested Alex. "You're aware that the hotel doubled us up to make more rooms available for the convention. Someone, put us together. I think they may have thought I was a man since my name is masculine, even spelled like a man's."

Monica made a move as if to speak. Alex put up a hand to stop her. "When we realized the mistake we tried to rectify the situation. It's not a surprise that the hotel did not have a spare room and there were no rooms available near enough to be usable."

"We discussed the situation and, as adults, we thought we could make it work as long as we honored each other's privacy. This room certainly helped. It gave us a private place to be when the other one needed the bathroom or the bedroom for personal matters. It also helped that there were two beds. That solved the major problem of where we'd sleep."

"I'm not sure I'd be able to keep things private," commented Monica. "Even with two beds."

"The beds have been made by the housekeeping staff but I can guarantee you that both beds have been used at night."

"Hummm," mused Monica.

"Monica, I don't know what's going through your mind right now. I can only guess that you're suspicious about us sharing a room and, if I can extrapolate, how you might somehow benefit."

"It's been a long week," expressed Monica.

Alex smiled. "And you're as horny as I am," she suggested. "And Chad is right here," she added.

I excused myself. I didn't want to be part of wherever the conversation was going. I took a walk back to the hotel lobby and waited.

Alex joined me about twenty minutes later. She sat in the chair next to mine and related the conversation she had with Monica. I leaned forward to listen. Monica's problem was real and shared with her staff. "I told her that we had managed to keep things manageable and that, if she needed to deal with her problem, Las Vegas was right outside and I believed her problem was solvable as close as the hotel lounge," related Alex.

"Thanks," I said. "I don't know if I could have been so calm."

"Well, she's under control, I think," said Alex.

"You think?" I asked.

"Something she said on the way out shook my certainty."

"Care to share?" I asked.

"She suggested that you have a choice," Alex informed me.

"A choice?"

"Yes, a choice. She said you could still choose between one naked woman, two naked women or nine naked women."

I sank back into my chair. "She's going to be a problem," I suggested.

"I think I can control her," said Alex. "I am curious though. What would you choose?"

"What?"

"One, two or nine naked women," laughed Alex.

I stood up and helped her up. "How about one naked woman, nine times," I suggested.

We headed for the elevator, being careful not to hold hands in the lobby.

That night we made deeply emotional love and sex for the fun of it. We showered, packed for the trip home and did it all again. We didn't get much sleep, rationalizing that we could nap on the plane. We shared a ride to the airport and flew home in seats in different rows. In the airport, we parted very business-like. I took a bus to the parking lot where I parked my car and drove home.

Suzanne met me as I came through the door. She rushed across the room and jumped into my arms. She kissed me, hungry for what she'd missed for seven days. We stumbled into the bedroom and Suzanne was naked in bed almost before I could get my shirt off.

Sex with Suzanne was incredible. More impassioned than I could remember since our honeymoon. Suzanne's enthusiasm was over the top. She had sent the kids to her mother's for the night so that we wouldn't be interrupted.

I reached deep and managed the energy to match hers. My only concern was that my reservoir wasn't as full as it should have been and, one other thing, I fell asleep by ten pm.