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My New Job – Part 14 – Last Conference DayIt seems many people dont attend the later sessions of the Conference on the last day. I guess they either get an early flight home or prefer to spend more time on the golf course or building the existing or new business and other relationships they have. I, of course, was not one of those people, not that I didn’t want to be. I was tired of attending presentations, taking notes and building and maintaining my relationships. Yes, contrary to what you may think, I was tired of that. Not tired in the sense that I didn’t want to do it anymore; rather, just physically tired and in need of sleep.Anyway, I was sitting near the back of a mid-sized “classroom-style” room awaiting the arrival of the presenter. There wasn’t much info about her in the Presenters Guide, but the topic did sound interesting to me. Her name was Maria Valdez, and I realized after her first 30 seconds of introducing herself and providing structure around the topic, that I knew her. She looked different than the last time I saw her approximately 5 years ago. She was one of my finance professors at the university I attended. I’m sure I looked much different to her too! I smiled to myself thinking about this. See, back in college, during my early years there, I was really enthusiastic about our school sports teams and dyed my then shoulder-length hair purple. This was no easy feat! The initial coloration was done by my girlfriend and her friends. I suggested using one of those spray-colors that could be washed out but her friend said that because my hair was brown, the color wouldnt show through. In fact, she said I had to bleach it. I didnt know what she meant but my girlfriend thought it would be really cute and sexy if my hair was purple – and quite rad too! Cute, sexy and rad? Let’s do it! What I didnt realize was that, it was going to be purple for a long time, a really long time! After it was done, I had a brief moment of “oh crap, what did I do?” because there was no hiding it. It wasnt just purple, it was bright purple and I had long hair, not even a hat could hide it. But all the attention I got from my girlfriend and her friends made me feel good about myself. I didnt like to admit it back then, but I also got lots of attention from many of the guys too. I was kind of naive about it, but I rather liked all the attention I got from them too.In Ms. Valdez’ classroom that first day of class, I had a bunch of people gathered around me before class started. When she walked in, she asked “what’s going on, what’s all the fuss about?” And I proudly stood up and showed her, even tossed my hair a bit, which she laughed at. “Very nice, good to see such school spirit. I hope you show the same enthusiasm for my class,” which drew some oohs and ahhs, but it was all in good fun. “What’s your name?” she asked and I said Stephen. “Well Stephen, I dont think I need to write any notes to help me remember your name,” she said as she smiled at me. I soon proved my enthusiasm with good test results and class participation. I’m not certain she liked the hair, but she did like having me in class, which was a mutual feeling as I enjoyed her teaching styled and if I’m being totally honest, I rather liked the way she looked at me or challenged me in front of the class – she was spunky. Today I would use a different choice of words. I would use ‘dominant’ instead; she’s very much like Elaine is. Looking at her today, I was rather excited I stayed around. I really liked her as a professor. She worked in the industry versus being a full-time teacher. She had real-world experience. She also had no tolerance for bullshit, which she demonstrated a month into the year by dismissing a student from her class because he wasnt doing the work. After that, everyone paid attention. For those who want to know, she was in her high 40’s to young 50’s, stood about 5’6″, was average build and had short hair. That’s where I thought she looked different: her hair was longer when she taught my class. She carried herself very professionally; when you looked at her or when you talked to her, you just knew she was driven, successful, smart and perhaps a little intimidating. When her lecture was over, I gathered my things and made my way up front but by the time I got there, there were a couple other people ahead of me. I decided to sit down in the second row until they were gone. She saw me there and asked “can I help you?” And I replied, “I’m just remembering the old days,” laughing as I said it and starting to stand up and make my way to her. “What do you mean, old days?” I had a bunch of things I thought about saying but what came out of my mouth was “Ms. Valdez, you look terrific!” I am now conversation distance from her and she is looking at me quizzically. Clearly, she doesnt remember me – or so I thought. I smiled and she says quite jubilantly, “omg, purple-haired Stephen. You look terrific too, give me a hug!” And we embraced for a few seconds, and wow, did she smell fabulous.What are you doing here? Who are you working for? Are you staying here? When are you going back? Do I still live in NY? I answered a few and the conversation was flowing so easily. Her phone beeped and she looked at it. “It’s okay if you have to go,” I said. “I do shortly. I’m going out for drinks and food with a bunch of friends who were also at the conference. Wait, are you here alone?” I am “Why dont you join us?” Are you sure? “I insist, it’s so nice to see you. I would love to catch up and hear all about the life of my favorite purple-haired student.” I was probably your only purple-haired student, I said. “You were, but you were definitely my favorite student.” She texted her friend back that she was bringing someone and her friend said no problem. Ms Valdez grabbed a piece of paper from her bag and wrote down the address and gave it to me. “Oh, you’re not eating here at the hotel?” I asked. “No, too many people here that we dont want to see.” she said laughing. I dont have a car. “Oh, that’s no problem, you will come with me then. You’re staying here right?” Yes “Me too. Let’s go back to our rooms and change clothes. You dont need to wear a jacket and I’d prefer a lighter skirt and sandals.” Great,let’s go.Once in the elevator, she pressed the number for her floor and then I inserted my room key in the slot and pressed my floor. “Wait, you’re on the penthouse floor?” Yes. “What exactly are you doing for a living?” I’ll tell you about it at dinner. Have you ever been up there, do you want to see my suite? “Would love to.” When we entered my suite, she had the same reaction I had when I first arrived: WOW, this is big! I gave her a quick tour (kind of like the bellhop gave to me). She then told me to go get changed so we werent too late. While initially bahis firmaları I was just going to remove the jacket, I decided to change my pants too, opting for a pair that was definitely snugger, more trendy, but very classy and sharp looking with the shoes. I took a moment to brush my teeth and wash my face and then returned to the sitting area, but Maria wasnt there. I noticed the terrace door open so I walked that way and peeked out and there she was, sitting in one of the chairs, her legs resting on the stool, smoking a cigarette and texting on her phone. My college professor immediately went from brilliant business mind to sexy as hell. I simply said, “Hey” “Stephen, this room is fabulous and this flowered terrace is amazing. Your view -, I’m almost tempted to back out of dinner with friends and just sit here.” Before I could say anything, she took a drag as she was standing up and then softly exhaled downward as she snubbed the cigarette in the ashtray. “Come on, let’s go stop at my room so I can change too.” I walked out in front of her and she says, “I see you changed your pants and shirt too, I thought you were just going to ditch the jacket.” Yes, these are more comfortable. “You look good hun, let’s go.”Her room was your typical hotel room and she made a joke of it. She grabbed some clothes from her suitcase and then went into the bathroom. I was looking around and noticed two suitcases, which wasnt unusual, but what I did find odd was that there was a man’s belt rolled up on top of one of them. When she exited the bathroom, she noticed I was looking at the belt and said, “oh, that’s my husband Jim’s belt.” And I said, oh and you like to wear it? “No silly, he’s here. Off playing golf or something. I texted him before and told him I was going out and to join us when he got back.” Oh cool, I said, but for some reason, I was feeling disappointed. We talked the whole way to the restaurant. I was happy that we had more in common to talk about than school. When we arrived, everyone else was there – four men and six women – all gathered at the bar, and all much older than me. My best estimate was that they were in their late 40’s and 50’s. Maria introduced me to everyone, including the fact that I was one of her students. Everyone welcomed me and Maria gravitated to the other women and the guys came over to me. We chatted but I felt like I was out of place. Questions like so where did you go to school and when did you graduate and what are you doing now were asked. For the last, I sometimes feel challenged to answer because I work for a small business and technically, I do everything, but I generally respond that I work for a small firm and am responsible for finance and customer relations, not a typical mix, but in a small company, people generally understand. The topic of sports came up and I felt more comfortable. I shared that I played in an adult b-ball league and also ran – they all agreed I looked like an athlete. Soon we were told our table was ready and were escorted to a long table near the back. Maria grabbed me by the arm and we walked there together. The usual indecision and overly polite attitudes kicked in. “oh you can sit there and it’s ok, I’ll slide in after you” could be heard, but Maria was not that way. Instead, she very strongly said, “Stephen has long legs so we should sit at the end so he’s comfortable.” No one disagreed and finally we were all sitting, six of us on one side and six on the other. Directly in front of us was Dawn and Yasmin was to Maria’s right. Maria seemed closest to these two, despite talking to everyone there. Once dinner arrived, the conversations became more individual, as in no one was shouting over each other to someone on the other end of the table. As I was cutting my food, Maria placed her hand on my leg. Whoa. A few minutes later, she moved it to my crotch, and said “mine tastes really good, how about your’s Stephen?” I didnt think she was talking about her pasta. I responded, “it’s sweet, very good.” She cupped my crotch at this response and squeezed. Dawn and Yasmine also commented on their meals too. While eating, the four of us were talking, sharing, etc. All the while, Maria kept her hand on my lap. It was becoming increasingly more difficult to concentrate and my conversation tailed off. Maria asked in a low voice if I was okay and I responded that she was making it hard to focus and she said, “I’m just getting started.” Soon dinner was over and Dawn and Yasmine said they were going for a smoke but Maria said she was good, maybe after dessert. Two bus boys were cleaning the table and I recognized one of them – he was the bellhop. We made eye contact and he smiled. He kept sneaking glances at me and as he took my plate, he winked at me, and then carried everything off. Maria clearly saw it too. “Looks like you have an admirer.” What? no, he was winking at you. “Stephen, he was clearly smiling and winking at you. It’s ok, I think it’s cute, and I have no problem if you’re into guys too, but….” and she leaned really close to me and said as she squeezed my cock, “tonight you are mine.” But what about your husband? “He can watch!” I am shell-shocked, I cannot believe she is coming on to me this forcefully. Just then the other two women returned. Dawn commented, who knew, we are allowed to smoke at the table because we are in a separate area. Someone is going to bring some ashtrays. In addition to ashtrays, they also lit the small candles on the table and lowered the lights a bit. We all got a laugh out of this, some joking that they’re making it romantic in here but dont they know we all hate each other hahahaha. Amongst the laughter, Maria whispered to me, “I dont hate you.” Her hand will not stop moving. Back and forth along my leg, very softly, occasionally touching my crotch, gently squeezing my package. I’m growing and it’s uncomfortable, so I have to adjust myself, but she does not stop. When someone says something funny, she laughs and pushes into me, I can feel her tits against my arm. I am nervous. This may seem crazy to you, but I’m thinking, ‘I came to Arizona to suck dick, to woo gay business men, I’ve even given up my ass a few times – not that I was complaining about it, it was fantastic – but here I am sitting next to a stern business woman and my former professor, and she’s rubbing my leg nonstop under the table while she talks to her girlfriends and me, and I think she is sexy as hell, and I’m actually not sure what to do. I mean, if having sex with men is not cheating then having sex with her should be the same thing right? And what did she mean, ‘her husband can watch?’ I’m shaken out of my thoughts when Dawn grabs her lighter from the table and leans over to light Yasmine’s cigarette, then her own. Watching her kaçak iddaa exhale, my cock twitched, jesuz, she could be a smoking model. She’s the epitome of sexy smoker. Her smoking has my attention, not that I forgot about the hand dancing along my leg. Dawn asks Maria if she’d like one and Maria responds that she doesnt have anymore, that she asked her husband to bring her a pack when he shows up here. Both Yasmine and Dawn offer theirs and Maria takes one from Yasmine’s pack. She turns to grab the lighter but Dawn had already picked it up and flicked it, lighting her cigarette, Maria pulls back from the flame, and exhales softly downward towards the lighter. Mmmm, thank you. “You know,” Maria says to me, but in a way that the other two can hear, “you should have lit it for me.” Me? “Yes, a gentleman should light a woman’s cigarette” Dawn chimes in, smiling after she said it. Well, maybe I’m not a gentleman, I respond. I dont know why I said that, but it elicited some ooohhs from the three women and Maria moved her hand to my crotch and squeezed it, but this time she didnt return it to my leg, she left it right there.Sitting there amongst three adult woman, enjoying their conversation and touch, two of them smoking in the sexy style that excites me so much (Yasmine didnt quite have the style that affects me), one have them is rubbing me under the table and the unthinkable – though not unusual for me – happens: I feel my cock push upwards past the waistband of my boxer briefs and at the edge of my beltline. What if my cock appears past my pants? Will one of them see? Will they make a scene? Each time Dawn brings the cigarette to her dark red lips, it’s the same motion; her drags her cheek hollowing and her exhales are slow, soft looking and always straight ahead. Maria leans into me and discreetly asks, “you like that, dont you?” I smile innocently, almost trying to avoid the response and she says, “it’s ok, dont answer, I have a feel that you do,” and pats my cock, and it twitches and straightens itself out and bam, it’s peeking just above the belt and it does not go unnoticed by her. For the first time in almost an hour, she removes her hand from under the table. She reaches into her bag and pulls out her phone. I dont know that she heard it beep, but now that it’s out, she sees that Jim had texted her. He wrote, ‘really tired after golf, not going to make it to dinner. Enjoy yourself. See you later.’ She then opened a Notes app and entered, I want you, we need to get out of here fast. Follow my lead. and shows it to me.”Oh no,” she says and the two women and one of the guys asks what’s wrong and she says that she just received a text from Jim and that he’s not feeling well and didnt plan to show up here, so she wants to head back. Sorry to hear that was a common response as well as we understand, it was so wonderful that we could get together. Dawn chimes in, “Stephen can stay if he wants and Yas and I could drive him back.” [a thought pops in my head: I would pay to watch Dawn smoke – and I would have liked to have seen more of it – I know, that’s fucking nuts].I thanked her and said that I had an early flight and should really get going [my flight was not till 4pm – that’s kind of early right?] She takes out and hands me a business card – she’s also in NYC – and I do the same. She says we should get together and talk more about some of the business opportunities we discussed earlier and I agree. We hug, she kisses me on the cheek then shakes my hand. Im about to turn away and she has her arms out and I hug her one more time, this time she really pulls tight. “It really was my pleasure to meet you,” I say. Maria and I left and are walking through the parking lot and my phone beeps. I dont recognize the number but the message says, “Stephen, it’s Dawn. Im serious, I think we have some synergies that need to be explored. New client opp? Call me when you get back. ” 30 seconds later another beep, same number. “Btw, Im a VS girl, I think you like?” I text back, Yes. Talk soon. Maria asks who Im texting and I tell her Dawn, said that we exchanged cards and she was texting her cell number too. We’re sitting in the car, and she says “Stephen, you’re a beautiful young man. I think you should open your eyes. [Im like what is she talking about] Dawn likes you, but no matter, tonight you belong to me.” Those words caused me to adjust my cock. She exits the road sooner that I thought she should for our hotel. Where are you going? “Relax, I know a special route.” Soon she pulls over into a lot; the sign says it’s a parking lot for a trail. She turns to me and says, “Like I said back there, you’re beautiful. I thought you were pretty special when you were in my class, but hey, you were pretty young back then. She’s looking at me really intensely…Stephen, I need to share something with you…actually two things. ” Ok [and now Im thinking, nothing..I am lost, where is this going] Stephen, I am so proud of you. You were always a good student, always respectful, somewhat playful too, and truth be told, I loved your purple hair. [ok, Im thinking, nothing is happening] earlier you told me what you do and where you work and well, I know Elaine, we’ve been friends close to 20 years, maybe a little more. I actually spoke to her about a month ago, it was a regular review your account type of call.” Wait, I interrupt, you have an account with us? “Yes, and if you shut up and let me finish…] and she waives her hand to signal enough chatter, or at least that’s how I interpret it] “Anyway, I complimented her on how well things were going and that I was seeing improvements in a lot of aspects and she told me that she hired her son-in-law and that he’s been responsible for all the positive. It didnt occur to me when we were talking in the bar earlier but when the bus boy winked at you, it hit me with a rush of force, you’re Elaine’s son-in-law.” Yep, that’s me, the guy responsible for all the positive, lol. “You have a bit of a reputation as …hmmm, how shall I put this…you tend to attract older men.” I started to blush, actually I could feel my whole face getting hot. “Is it true Stephen?” [Im thinking, I have a reputation? Oh shit. A reputation as what? An attractor of older men? A cock sucker? Then Im thinking, she’s playing me. If I had that reputation, I think I would sense people acting differently around me. Would Dawn try to seduce me? Wouldnt the guys at dinner not be so receptive to me? I mean, was every guy at the conference into men? I so highly doubt that. No, she’s playing me. This has got to be part of Elaine’s and may be Melanie’s grand scheme? I’m must be insane that Im actually thinking this way. What is Maria thinking that I am not answering right away?. I have no choice in response to her]Yes Maria kaçak bahis that is true. She’s staring at me. I cannot read her. What is she thinking? Stephen, I said I had two things I wanted to share with you” [this woman is really amazing. she rubs my leg and cock nonstop at a restaurant for close to an hour, she gives me a note that she wants me, makes up an excuse to exit the restaurant quickly, she drives me to a deserted parking lot, she tells me that she always liked me when I was her student and intimates that she wanted me then but I was too young, she corners me into admitting that I ‘attract’ older men and now she wants to share something else with me and she is so matter of fact about it. No, I cannot read her, I am – something that I didnt recognize until I showed this addition to my wife and she interpreted it for me – completely under Maria’s control.] Yes, I remember, what else did you want to share?She reaches into her bag and is rummaging around a bit. She looks up at me, “thank you for telling me the truth. I am so goddamn fucking attracted to you. You are cute, you are smart, have a bubble ass, and omg, you have a fucking anaconda for a cock. Stephen, [and she shows me a condom] I need you, I want you so badly. I want you to fuck me…” and with those words, she grabbed my face and started kissing me. I didnt hold back. She tasted divine, she smelled fabulous. We’re making out like teenagers, I touch her breast, Ive been waiting to touch her all night, she looked so firm and god, was she. Im caressing her and playing with her nipple . I want to break off the kiss but every time I try she holds me tighter, her tongue is exploring my mouth, and now her hand grabs my crotch, “my god, you are so fucking huge.” Her hands are undoing my belt. I lift up my ass and slide my pants down. She pulls her panties off, lifts up her skirt as she sits on my lap. She reaches under and grabs my hard 8 inches and sits down on it. I let out a moan, wow, you feel so hot. [not the most earth shatteringly brilliant thing to say, but it’s exactly what I felt]. She’s bouncing up and down, between breaths and hot kisses, she let’s out, “god Stephen, your cock is amazing” Im kissing her neck and caressing, squeezing her breasts. I pinched her nipple and “mmmm, do it again harder, make it hurt” I pinch her again and she screams, “Im gonna cum Stephen, Im gonna cum, your fucking cock is beautiful, it’s been years….omg omg, yesss” she’s bouncing hard on me and then stops and pulls my head into her chest and holds me tight, I can feel her convulsing, her hips twitching, silence….she starts moving up and down again and kind of grinding into me. “I want you to cum, I need to know I made you feel special too, thrust into me.” She’s riding me and Im doing my best to thrust upwards. I can feel it coming. I cant hold back, I let out a scream too and with my hands on her sides I lift her and then release her to ‘fall’ onto my cock as I thrust upwards, shooting my cum into her [into the condom] She’s still on my lap, arms wrapped around each other, she’s rocking slowly. I give a little thrust upward, “no no , cant go anymore, just hold me and let me grind on you until you are soft.” We’re dressed again, just sitting in the seats looking at each other. I hear her phone beep and she grabs it right away. Odd that she did given the moment, but no biggie. She reads it and then shows me the phone. It says: When youre done, come back. Looking forward to meeting the one and only purplehaired Stephen.What? He knows we’re together? “Yes” I dont understand. “Stephen, I told Jim about you when you were my student and I told him you were here. He knows I thought your long purple hair was adorable. ” Yeah, but he knows we’re together now? “Jim is sort of my cuck, do you know what that is?” Not really. “Well, let’s just say that I have fun with others but he doesnt, unless it’s someone we can play with together, and he is good with that.” So you’ve been together with other women? “Nah, not really into that.” But you said that you both can play with….and I stopped, and oh crap, you mean guys? “Yes” Your husband is into guys? “sort of, I kind of introduced it as an fun way for me to involve him” And he’s ok with it? “Yes, and he’s going to love you, look at you, my god, you are so beautiful” And how do you know Im into guys? “The busboy winked at you, no one in his position in that moment in front of people at his job that Im sure he needs, would do that unless they felt comfortable – and you didnt get mad.” Do the others know? “What others?” All the people we had dinner with? “No they dont. [pause] not even Dawn…She does like you, she is quite wealthy too” [and she starts laughing]So let me get this straight. You’re married. Your husband and you dont really have sex together. But he is okay with you fooling around with other men, and sometimes he will join in? “Not completely correct. He is Only okay with my fooling around as you put it, if the guy is the type that would welcome a 3-some with him and be completely open to a guy touching him and vice versa.” I smiled, and replied, that is unique, but…[and I paused to consider the moment and looking into her eyes and seeing a special connection and a possible realization that this doesnt happen very often remembering her saying it’s been years] I’m so happy this happened, so happy you were here, so happy I cant even think. “Stephen, can we go back to the hotel now?” yes “and meet Jim?” yes “and Stephen?” yes “can we play in your suite?” yes “good cause I want to go out on that lovely flowered terrace and have Jim and I suck your cock, that terrace is meant for that.” yes, we can.She’s driving and we are only a few miles away when I ask, “so how do you know Elaine?” “long story but…Jim and her man Hank are really close friends. It was one of those situations where the husbands wanted to get together at the bar and dragged the wives along. I wasnt expecting much but she and I hit it off immediately, and through our men, realized we had similar marriages. We continued to stay in touch and teach each other how to succeed via our situations. We arrived at our hotel, parked the car and made our way in to the lobby. We entered the elevator, exited on her floor and stopped in front of the door. Just before sliding the card in the slot, she wiggled her finger at me and I moved closer to her. We were alone in the hallway. She kissed me on the lips and rubbed my cock through my pants, getting me semi hard. She pulled back and looked at me, “ok, you will now get Jim’s attention quick. Remember, you promised, we go to your suite.” I cant wait! And she opened the door, “Hey Jim, we’re back” Readers, this is a rather long edition, so Melanie decided that I should publish this chapter and do another one for what happened when I met Jim. That will be within another couple of days. Thanks for reading. Love all of you for commenting. You will learn soon enough why all your comments matter to this publication.

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