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Trade Show Diane
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Trade Show Diane Staffing a trade show exhibit can be boring duty. An exhibitor has a few moments of excitement when the prospects are in the exhibit hall, followed by a long wait until the next break in the technical program. Most exhibitors catch up on email or find some other way to deal with the boredom. But being across the aisle from Diane was never boring. There was no doubt that Diane was a total professional. She was full of energy and definitely not mere trade show eye candy. I could tell that she must have been a real stunner in her prime and much of that past beauty still showed through. Diane was tall and rail thin, a dark haired temptress but well dressed in a business suit that somehow managed to show some curves and the promise of long shapely legs. You had to give a girl credit for wearing sexy heels to an event where standing all day is the norm. With her confident manner, a big bright smile and a serious attitude behind her public exuberance, she was fun to watch. When I overheard her sales pitch it was obvious that not only was she gorgeous, she was also very bright and someone who knew her stuff. She seemed to always be busy, even during the slow periods, no doubt a testament to how attractive she remained even in middle age. I regretted not catching her attention the prior day, some time before she walked out of the hall with several business associates in tow probably on their way to dinner. I did catch her name, but that was easy because everyone had a name tag. I caught her eye a few times throughout the next day and smiled, in part because I enjoyed watching her work and in part because I couldn’t help imagining her naked. So when she suddenly appeared at my exhibit during a slow time near the end of this final day, it was a pleasant surprise. She asked a great question about a product application and I concluded that she must have been listening to me across the aisle, just as I had been listening to her. It was hard to keep my mind on business and not get lost in her beautiful blue eyes, but I managed to give a pretty good answer to her very good question. She said she had more questions and asked if she could take some notes. She scooted over to her stand and was back in a few seconds, pen and pad in hand. I gave serious answers to her questions and she paid attention to everything, but I could not help noticing how she never seemed to stand still. “Where do you get all that energy, Diane” I asked. “It’s not energy,” she replied, “I just quit smoking and I am climbing the walls! I need to keep my hands busy and try not to think about sneaking out for a smoke.” “Oral fixation,” I declared, in the most matter-of-fact manner I could summons. All the while I was thinking of the things she could be doing to keep her mouth and hands busy. “The muscles in your face are accustomed to being flexed every few minutes. Without a cigarette, they miss the flexing. That’s why recovering smokers chew on pens, gum, candy, anything they can find. And your hands miss holding that cigarette, and all of those habitual repeat motions bringing it to your mouth and back.” I tried to explain this as if I was a professor, but hoping she would play along with my obvious sexual innuendo. “So, will beef jerky work as a substitute?” she asked. “Sure,” I said, “assuming you are not a vegetarian.” I was grateful for the excuse to look up and down her athletic body. “Not me. I’m a meat eater. Any idea where I can score a Slim Jim?” she asked. “Sorry,” I said, mock regret in my voice. “You are at the wrong stand for shriveled meat, but…” Just then, her booth mate interrupted and called her back to her exhibit. We were both busy with customers for the rest of the day, but we each managed to sneak a few peeks at each other across the aisle. Our eyes met once and she gave me a big smile and a flip of her hair. I held my hands about twelve inches apart, she rolled her eyes and laughed. At the end of the day we were all busy packing our displays and literature. I finished first and volunteered to help Diane with hers. As we rolled our display cases out of the hall, I found out that she was a local and was planning to drive home that night. I was an out-of-towner and had a hotel room across the street. I helped her load her cases in her van and she said, “Put yours in, too. I’ll give you a ride.” So I did, even though we both knew that my room was nearby. Once in the car, she did not wait to give me a deep kiss and put her hand on my crotch, feeling me grow under my pants. She proved her athletic skill, as she had no problem shifting her position to one where she was facing me while straddling my lap. She ground her pussy into my crotch as we kissed and I was sure she could feel my hard cock rubbing up against her. We continued to deep kiss, explore and dry fuck until we heard someone else going to their car. We laughed as I took my hand out from under her blouse. I asked if she was hungry. She said she was starving so I asked, “How does room service sound?” She replied, “Can I get sausage?” I told her, “Sure, we have to find something to tide you over until dinner arrives.” Moments later, my case, Diane and I were in my room. But we did not bother to order food and were in each other’s arms in an instant. I unbuttoned her coat and blouse and was rewarded with a full view of her lacy black top. I knew from the van that her breasts were small but very firm, and I could now see that her entire body was tight and well toned. “Come here, Tom-girl,” I said. She looked at me with a puzzled expression. “You never heard that? Girls like you are called ‘Toms’. Petite, athletic bodies, short hair, sassy attitudes, sexually confident,” I explained. “Well,” she said, “I do like to play with the boys.” Another deep kiss, more groping and soon I was naked and she was down to a matched set of black lingerie and thigh high black stockings. Not exactly business attire, but I could not have imagined anything sexier under her business suit. I briefly wondered if she had been planning something when she was getting dressed that morning. She slipped back into her high heels to complete the picture. Diane stroked my erection with one hand as her tongue danced back and forth in my mouth. I reached down with both hands and held a firm ass cheek in each, pulling her close, my thigh firmly against her pussy. I could feel her warmth and wetness through her panties. I ran my hands up and down her smooth hard body and then undid her bra. Her breasts may have been little angels, but they were firm and her nipples were erect. I twisted one between my fingers and felt her quiver and moan. Her lacy black panties soon joined her bra at the foot of the bed, while my mouth went from one nipple to the other. I slipped a finger into her wet pussy and felt her come alive. Diane was breathing deeply as her hand alternated between stroking my cock and gently squeezing my balls. “Let me see if I can keep my face muscles happy,” she said as she sat me down on the edge of the bed. Soon she was on her knees, still in her black stockings and heels. She licked me like a popsickle and then slowly put her mouth over the top of my erection. I did not think it possible, but that petite little woman took nearly all of me into her mouth. She started to bob her head up and down. As I watched her I could see her open her eyes and stare into mine. She smiled a little and moaned on each down stroke as she pumped my cock with her mouth. Diane was as light as a feather, so I had no trouble pulling her onto the bed and positioning my head between her legs in a 69 position. She never stopped holding my dick in her mouth, but now I could return the favor and eat her sweet pussy as she lay on top of me. Her stockings felt good under my hands. She was wet and ready. I slid the tip of my tongue into her pussy and found her clit. After a few licks with my tongue, she really caught fire, squirming over me with her taunt body, pumping my face with her cunt and stroking my cock furiously with her mouth. All of the while she was keeping time with a series of grunts and groans that grew louder and louder as they came closer and closer together. I could feel myself start to tingle and knew I was getting aroused. I could not help joining in the chorus of grunts and groans. I could feel my fully erect penis swell even thicker and become harder and longer in her mouth. Something started to tingle deep inside me and I knew it would be very soon now. I tried to hold back, but Diane was so hot and ready it was not possible. I put a thumb in her ass and she did not pull away. She actually pressed her ass back until my thumb was fully buried. She went into high gear after that. Diane was fucking my tongue with her wet pussy, fucking my thumb with her ass and was bobbing her mouth up and down on my dick with enthusiasm. She now let out a continuous moan, increasing in pitch and urgency. I knew she was close and so was I. We both needed to come together and could feel each other drive toward the peak. I pumped hard and so did she. Finally, we had a glorious mutual explosion with her wet pussy squeezing down on my face, my cum pumping into her mouth, my thumb plunging into her ass and loud groans from both of us as we reached our orgasms. My squirts lasted for so many spasms I lost count but I remained hard in her mouth until I was drained dry. I was amazed by the volume and force of my load. She kept sucking me the entire time and swallowed it all. Meanwhile, her pussy throbbed and was wet with her juices as she came with a fury. She pumped hard and fast as I sucked her clit. Her pumping eventually slowed but her groans continued to keep time with her strokes, farther and farther apart until she let out a long moan and stopped with a shudder. I heard a little whimper from her when I pulled my thumb from her ass, another deep moan when I pushed it back in, and a final shudder as she exhaled when I pulled it out the second time. We lay there for a long time, sweaty, breathing hard and fully spent. Finally, she rolled off of me, turned and said “Now I really do need a cigarette!” I asked if she still wanted to order room service, but she said “No, I need to go. My husband is expecting me,” as she smiled and disappeared into the bathroom. When she returned, she tossed me a wet washcloth. I watched her dress. Diane seemed to enjoy putting on a reverse strip show, as one would expect from someone who was comfortable with being watched all day long. When she was done dressing she leaned over me, gave me another great kiss, and said “Next time, let’s hook up sooner and plan an overnight!” As she walked out the door, I was already looking for my event calendar. |
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