The Convention
 

It’s another day at the convention. Same thing as yesterday. Numerous people talking about things that they know or think they know. If only they would make it more interesting that just the usual slide show. We go into the room and slowly and tired looking as if they all partied last night. Soon of them have that look that they were intimate and still glowing from the lovemaking that occurred during the night before. There is coffee, donuts, muffins and other assorted items to hold us over till lunch.

I take my seat in about the same place as yesterday down in front. After all I need to be learning something at this conference to impress my boss when I get back. Once ever one is seated they start the introductions of the next speaker. “Thank you for returning. This is what we are going to be covering today, blah bah blah.”

Then he walks up to the podium. He is gorgeous! He stand at about 6 foot tall has dark hair and even looks good in a suit. He has the statue of a person that was in the military. Standing with shoulders squared like he was trained to hold himself that way and fit. It is easy to picture him in uniform. Even in the way he stands or sits in a chair. They introduce him and his green eyes scan the room and he looks directly at me. He smiles and that connection is made. He starts his speech looking all around the room but always comes back to me. He noticed me. Why? I don’t know. He starts walking around the room while giving his speech. He walks toward me and stops directly in front of me. I try not to look but I can see the outline of him. Enough so I can safely say he is wearing briefs. I look at his body. He takes his suit jacket off and his shirt tightens across his chest. It is not to muscular but nice. I can make out his blanket of chest hair sitting in the center of his chest. He taps the desk in front of me and then moves. He continues walking while doing his speech. So of what he is saying is getting through as long as he stays out of my sight. While he is in my sight my mind tend to wonder and I imagine him close enough to touch. I feel someone brush past me and touch my hair slightly. I turn just enough to see it was him walking past me. He announces that it is time for a break and everyone gets up to do whatever they want during the break. He asks if he can talk to me for a minute. Agreeing I follow his lead and he leads us to a dark corner that is away from the crowd. He faces me and our eyes meet. He doesn’t say anything but I see his throat swallow and his tongue licking his lips. I can’t take it any more and I take a deep breath and kiss him.

Oh my, his mouth is so wonderful, his lips are so soft and strong at the same time. And he tastes so good. He takes control over me and pushes his hand into my hair and then tightens his grip pulling my head back and releasing his mouth from mine. He looks down at me and smiles and a deep moan comes from his throat. He kisses my lips gently and then slowly moves down to my neck. I don’t know how much I can take of this. He feels so good and his cologne is so musky. My body leans against his, as I grow weak. He kisses my neck just below my ear and I hear him say we can’t do this here, which brings me back to reality. There is people starting to file into the room. So we collect ourselves and straighten our clothes. I walk to the doorway and look back over my shoulder and see him talking to someone else. He looks in my direction and winks at me. The only thing I can think of is how am I going to make it through the rest of the day?