Chapter 1 - Sunday

These characters are fictional adults. Expect clothed-female / naked-male play, tease and denial, and explicit sex. Children live in this world off the page; they are never present for sexual content and are never under eighteen in any scene. If that is not what you came for, stop here.

Conference Week

Chapter 1 -- Sunday

I went out west for a technical conference that I didn't need to attend. My hotel was far better than the lowest price available on my requisition form; it was made of glass and light-colored rock, and there was a covered bridge directly connecting the lobby of the hotel to the exhibition hall. I put down my suitcase, hung my conference ID on the desk next to my bed, and changed out of my travel clothes into a polo shirt and jeans since the conference schedule listed casual attire. My polo shirt was the dark one that still showed a faint line of color from the sun where my sleeves covered my arms during a summer, I spent working outside on a job site. I told myself that I was at this conference to attend the opening lecture.

I entered Room 3A and noticed that people were entering the room from the rear. I sat down in the seventh row from the front and intended to act like a professional. The presentation was excellent. I took notes. I learned two new things that I would be able to bring back to the Authority without appearing as though I had only attended the conference to drink. After the presentation concluded, I stood and walked toward the side exit doorway, already mentally mapping out the exhibit hall.

"Steve. Is that really you?" I turned around and saw Maria from Turner Engineering, who looked five years older than the last time I saw her in a corridor and somehow more attractive for it. Her dark hair was pulled back for travel. A gray blouse with the top two buttons unfastened in the typical manner of someone sitting in air conditioning. Navy skirt that has withstood a day of sitting in folding chairs. Conference ID is attached to a lanyard that lies within the open V of her blouse. She was still the most careful attractive person I have ever worked with.

"Maria." She smiled as if she had already decided what we were doing for the next hour. We shook hands. Her hand was dry and warm. I described to her what I did for the Authority and the projects that were taking up my evenings and explained why I left Turner without making a speech. She nodded in the usual way as if she was taking mental notes. Then she offered to buy us food.

***

The hotel restaurant provided us with a booth and a waiter who clearly wished to get rid of us so he could serve others. We conversed for over an entire hour regardless. We exchanged Turner gossip, we had heard. Promotions that some deserved and others did not. Former employees who left Turner to work for competitors and regretted doing so. She inquired as to what I do for exercise now that I am no longer spending my days walking job sites. I replied that I go to the gym because it is true and because she was staring at my shoulders when she inquired. She did not look away when I realized that she was looking at them. The waiter lost his patience. Maria paid too much for our meal and rose. "There's a bar several blocks from here that doesn't try to rush you out," she stated. "One drink." One drink turned into three. We stood at the rail because the stools were occupied by other badges. She placed her hand on my upper arm when she laughed and allowed it to remain there after her laughter stopped. Not squeezing. Claiming that could still be referred to as friendly if someone from 3A walked in. I could feel the heat emanating from her fingers through my polo shirt. "We should continue talking," I stated, hearing how it sounded. "We should," she answered, raising her glass.

***

"Your room will be a standard room. My room is a suite located closer to this bar than to the bridge. If we are going to act indiscreetly, we might as well be comfortable." I could have mentioned that I was staying in a different hotel. I could have stated that early morning arrival was upon us. I placed my glass on the table and followed her into the dark to locate a taxi. In the back seat she positioned herself close enough that her skirt crossed my jeans. Her hand was located on my thigh, high above my knee and remained there. The cab driver observed the streetlights. She did not kiss me. Instead, she observed my face as if the act of not kissing me was significant. "You can still return to your own bed," she spoke softly. "I won't say anything unkind about it." "I understand." She patted once either signifying approval or warning and gazed outside the window.

***

Her suite was located on a high floor and smelled like hotel citrus and the conclusion of a long day. She placed her suitcase down and removed her shoes without removing her badge until she had hung it on the closet hook with the lanyard still tangled. Her blouse remained on her body. Her skirt remained on her body. She asked if I desired another drink. I selected water. We sat on the couch with approximately one foot of separation provided by cushion between us and continued speaking as if speaking was the primary reason for us meeting each other. I informed her of something that I had consciously avoided telling anyone from Turner. "I had a crush on you during the last two years that I worked for Turner." She smiled then giggled, something that I have never witnessed her performing in a conference room. "Steve. To be honest with myself, I had one on you too." Her hand again contacted my thigh, no cab, no driver. "I liked that you went to the gym and ate as though you anticipated being looked at. I liked that you never took advantage of either." I lowered my head. The blush immediately formed on my face and was embarrassing. "Do not conceal that," she declared. "I earned it. Remove your shirt if you intend to spend more time here. I enjoy catching up when I can visually perceive what I am catching up with."

This was an invited rule stated clearly. I could have risen and retrieved my shoes. Instead, I removed my polo shirt over my head and folded it because I did not know what else to do with my hands. The cool air contacted the sun-tan line at my biceps and the lighter-colored line at my waist where my belt typically resides. Maria produced a small sound that was not quite laughter. She did not touch me yet. She looked at me. Her gaze moved from the hollow at the base of my throat downwards across the musculature that I developed for myself and stopped at my jeans.

"Rise." I rose. She continued to sit on the couch fully dressed and had me rotate once. Not fast or slow. Woman in slate blouse examining man who chose to spend more time in her presence. My pulse beat strongly in my groin and did not recognize that we had not yet identified it as such. "Jeans," she declared after looking sufficiently long enough to make looking a fact. "You can leave the rest on for now. I want to identify your physique prior to identifying the rest." I removed my jeans less gracefully than I wished. The bulge in my boxers was already embarrassing. She looked at it similarly to how she examined errors on prints, interested yet unashamed.

She removed a throw pillow from couch and dropped it onto floor. "Kneel. Rest your head here." I knelt. She guided my head into her lap. Her navy skirt was warm from her body heat. Her fingers explored my ribs, chest and area below my armpit which caused me to flinch. While she did so she discussed Turner. The story about that bid we both detested, as if my mouth near her thigh was extension of dinner. When she wished for a more complete view. She slipped her fingers underneath waistline of my boxers and only traced, not taking any more real estate.

I raised my hips unintentionally. She removed her hand. "No." Firmly yet kindly. "You hold. I determine when that moves." I lowered my hips. She rewarded my compliance with another trace slowly tracing along shaft through cotton until fabric darkened at my tip. Twenty-five minutes later, she drank water with her free hand. She checked her phone once, making sure to angle it so I could not view the screen. The phone was placed face down next to her on the couch. She unfastened a third button of her blouse, then a fourth button. This opened the V onto the interior slopes of her breasts and edge of basic nude brassiere. These buttons had not exposed her nipples or anything else that was hidden in that bra. Those buttons did reveal enough skin that I had to concentrate on avoiding staring at this newly revealed landscape. She instructed me, after a few minutes of my sneaking looks, to gaze at her eyes.

"Tonight, a major rule for this to keep going" she stated. "You maintain eye contact with me, no matter if I am touching or where I am touching you. You must also maintain eye contact with me, if I decide to let you touch me. If you break eye contact during any of these actions, I cease activity. I am not cruel; I am selective about who and what I want done."

I respond with "Alright." Maria follows that up with, "Express that back to me as you understand it." "I will maintain eye contact with you at all times, no matter who is touch who." She smiled with only one side of her mouth. "Excellent. Now kneel tall in front of me so you have a good view of my eyes."

With a practiced motion, Maria reached underneath the skirt and placed her underwear at her ankles. It was a practiced gesture that maintained her skirt position. She slid her hips to the end of the couch cushion. She encircled my ribs as she spread her knees moved forward on cushion and spread knees around my ribs. Maria brought her skirt higher, so it was around her waist. I could smell her arousal, a mixture of hotel soap, her personal musk, and heat. As I kneeled before her, in my peripheral vision, I could see she was already wet, and the hair that was well trimmed was darker than her head. She reach forward and put my hands behind my back, instructing, "They stay there and I will stop this if they move." With a smirk, she reminds me that if I maintain eye contact, I can feast on her core. I clasped fingers together at small of my back.

She positioned my mouth where she desired me to start my worship. She maintained two fingers in my hair, not pushing me against her but helping guide me in my pursuit of pleasuring her. I started slowly because acting quickly would have compelled me to close my eyes. My tongue confirmed that her clitoris was already swollen and hunger for attention. She maintained eye contact with me as I slowly brough her to an orgasm. The closer I brought her, the more focused her eye contact became. This process was becoming a contest of who would break contact that she was going to win.

Color appeared on her throat and vanished beneath opening of blouse. Her breathing rate increased rapidly. She did not gaze at ceiling. She did not gaze at my cock tenting my boxers. She directly at my eyes until she reached climax. It was hard and resulted in quiet shaking that dampened my chin and the interior of her thighs. See never broke eye contact. Maria held me in that spot through the aftershocks had finally subsided. She moved my mouth back to the starting position and tapped my head to let me that I had not finished my tasks yet. This ascent was much slower as she guided me in my focuses and keeping herself right on the edge until she finally took herself over the falls into another powerful orgasm. Her fingers tightened in my hair intensely enough to cause stinging sensation and clapping her thighs pinning me in place until she relaxed. "Good," she stated hoarsely. "You were extremely focused." She sat back and arranged her skirt back to cover her lap again. Her blouse still was just like it was when she unbuttoned that fourth button. I am sure her underwear is somewhere beneath couch. The Cleavage she allowed me to see through that four-button window was flushed. "You deserve reward for that. Come up here," she cooed.

We exchanged positions in tangle of knees. She occupied my old passion on the pillows but now she was between my knees. Maria peeled boxers down to the middle of my thighs, and took a long look at her new plaything, before removing them completely. She did not drop them onto floor. She folded them into a neat small package that she deposited onto the end table, as if they had always belonged with her belongings. My cock rose heavily now that it was no longer fighting with my boxers. It was darker than the rest of me and it had already started to emit a moist thread at slit. She produced pleased sound that I experienced in base of spine. Breathlessly saying, "There you are." She just admired it not taking me into that warm and wet mouth just inches away. She lifted my testicles with two fingers -- gently evaluating.

"They are going to become beautifully colored if I am patient. I always preferred the color blue on you. Tonight I simply desire idea of it." I reached for her hair. She slapped the back of my hand. She reminded me, "Eyes or we stop this now." I found her eyes and they were a shade of blue she recently identified. She licked from base to head before inserting head into her mouth. The heat and wetness mixed with the slight edge of teeth she did not employ felt like I went to heaven. Moving her hand, she began to manipulate my testicles with gentle mannerism that was worse than a firm grip. I lasted virtually no time; the incredible sensation of her mouth combined with the hour on my knees stacked up. I quickly felt the point-of-no-return arrive like train.

I broke the rule when I closed my eyes. Maria bit down not to injure but a precise warning on shaft that caused my entire body jump and emptying my head of orgasm. She released me with a loud wet sound. She sat back on heels, still dressed compared to my lack of clothing. With her mouth shining and reminding me of what I no longer was feeling. "I told you." No heat in it, just a fact, "You maintain eye contact with me, if you wish this process to continue. You closed your eyes, which violated my rule. Actions like that carry a penalty." "I apologize." Can from me in a hoarse voice. "I understand but I must continue with the penalty. Place hands on couch cushions, do not try cover yourself." I grasped cushion tightly. Maria stood from her kneeling position; this movement resulted in placing my face level with opening of her blouse.

I was so mesmerized with the view, I did see Maria cupped her right hand and delivered a smack to the outside of my thigh. The sound echoed through the suite, it was more sound than pain but it still caught my attention. This first smack was followed by two more ones on the other thigh and the last right where the thigh and groin meet. The pain was not the point; it was the sound that she was after. My cock bounced and jerked in the air between us, resulting in my leaking fluid onto the carpet. Maria declared "There, punishment has been accounted for." She lowered herself again to the pillow and returned to a kneeling position. Maria slowly took my cock back into her mouth, this time I did not close my eyes. I trembled with the effort of the process, as she brought me to edge in less than minute. I felt my cock felt kick against her tongue just before she pulled off and released me. I emitted noise that I was ashamed of anyone hearing.

"I know," she declared as she began wiping her mouth with back of wrist in both a ladylike and profane display. "I was going to finish you that was the reward for doing such a good job. Then you had to go and break eye contact. That broke the spell and I recalled I have eight thirty in morning. I would not wish for you stupid in hall and" lifting my testicles again, gentle and examined the skin was tighter. My balls were now a shade darker than when boxers came off. "I like the color beginning to appear, if I permitted you tonight, I would lose the chance to see what color they would become by the end of the week." "Maria." I groaned. She replied with, "You may inquire, you may not assume answer is affirmative." Looking her in the eyes, I begged "Please." She considered it, I watched her weigh options and outcomes. She weighed her appetite for finishing me against whatever she was already constructing fought across her face for second that seemed like minute. She then looked me in the eyes and shook her head, almost apologetically, which was worse than laughter.

"Not tonight, but if you arrive at breakfast still willing to continue this, dressed, polite, not sulking. I will complete what I set in motion. That is next rule of this game, you do this small thing, and I will make you whole. If you break this rule, we become merely colleagues who drank excessively and crossed a line." She rose and smoothed here skirt, as if committee could walk in. The wet mark on navy cloth remained and she made no attempt to hide it from me.

"You do not receive those back," she declared, tilting chin at folded boxers. "They are your tribute to me. I will maintain a piece of you each night you choose to come to me. Tonight it is those boxers. I will allow you to put on jeans and polo when I feel like I want that to happen. I want you to walk through the corridor commando while you think about contents in my bag. For now, you are not decent for the hallway or the street, just sit there while I enjoy the view and have some more fun.

I sat on my hands because I could not trust them to not wander along my body seeking relief. She took her time observing my nakedness on the hotel couch as she rebuttoned those buttons she released when we started. Looking down at the couch, she retrieved her phone and aimed it at me and quickly snapped two pictures. They were from my chest down to my toes. The click of the shutter on the phone sounds quiet and loud at the same time. With a smile, she tells me, "Those are mine," she said. "Head out of the frame. If I ever show anyone the rest of you, they do not get to take you home in a file. "Is that understood" I reply that I understanded.

"Good boy." She says like she is testing how that name hangs on me. She picks up the boxers and moves to place them into her bag. She places them in a zippered section and secures them, taking physical custody of the tribute. You may begin to dress; she watches me as I put the jeans on and adjust my cock so the zip and close. I then move to the polo and bring it over my head and finish. The way you are dressed is not just for the trip back to your room, if you wish this process to continue, you do not wear boxers publicly this week. Every session, the exhibit hall, the lobby, and breakfast, I will inspect. I plan to use my hand on waist of those jeans and peek down the front. If I think that I need to be more through, I might just unzip the jeans and feel around. If at any time, I discover anything, but you are fully naked underneath, we are done. Now if I find you bare as I wish, we will continue. Now for the other choice you will be making, you do not address that in shower or in your bed. If you do, I will know because tomorrow you will resemble man who escaped consequences. That is not a man I am interested in. I will see you at breakfast, I expect you there at seven-thirty in lobby restaurant. You will sit when I sit. At the doorway she kissed my mouth once, lightly and with a closed mouth. Just a colleague's kiss if everything underneath was ignored. "Thank you for informing me about crush," she declared "I am going to be selfish with it."

***

Corridor was too bright. My denim jeans on bare skin seemed like giveaway that I could not conceal. Every step felt like I was advertising that I was naked under my jeans because I traded my boxers for a promise. I boarded the elevator with couple from another company discussing seating arrangements for keynote speech. I stood still so jeans would not give me away and quickly walked into my standard room when it reached my floor. As I closed the door behind me, I rested my head against it. I knew if I sat down or took off these jeans right now, I was going to break the only promise I had power to give her.

I did not give in to that temptation. I keep myself buy as I opened drawer containing second pair of boxers that I packed and left them there. That was choice: put them on and become only colleague tomorrow morning or leave them in drawers walking into lobby already hers to inspect. I drank some water and set the alarm. As I laid on my back, on top of sheet, I felt the ache organize into something that would still exist at seven-thirty. As I was considering my choices, my phone buzzed once on nightstand. It was Maria: "Breakfast, willing, with no boxers. I will inspect for compliance. If you pass the inspection, then we discuss how good you can be." I typed "alright, that sounds good" deleted it and just sent "Yes." She sent back period, nothing else. It was at that moment; I understood that week had commenced regardless of whether I meant to attend that part of conference or not.