A Convention to Remember: Pt 3 The Conclusion

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Soft pattering about the room woke me. As my eyes adjusted to the morning, Deborah’s silhouette against the still-open window caught my eyes. That sight of her in just bra and panties brought back the smile from the night before.She heard me stir. “Wake up, sleepyhead.”“You didn’t wake me when you woke.”“I knew if I did we’d both miss our commitments,” she replied. “And I have a breakfast in a bit with a potential client.”No morning romp. But it was OK. We both had work to do.I got up, kissed her on her neck as she applied her makeup, and got dressed.“See you later?” I asked as I started to leave.“Oh, you’ll see me sooner rather than later,” she teased.A thousand and one possibilities swirled through my head in about three seconds.I knew I had to get out of there, sooner rather than later.We set up the stage for the first panel discussion of the day. There are three awful times to be on the agenda: first thing before the crowd is caffeinated, the last slot before lunch, and the last slot before happy hour. Clearly, I’d drawn one of the short straws.Nonetheless, the early crowd flowed into the ballroom and began taking their seats a few minutes before 8:30. Conventions become a disaster if time constraints aren’t followed, so I and my three other panelists readied ourselves on stage a few minutes early.Going over notes, talking points, and who would respond to what questions, I was immersed in the discussion while keeping a keen eye on the time. A couple of minutes before the appointed start time, I turned to check the crowd.Right there, on the front row, square in front of the podium, sat Deborah.A soft pink satin blouse accompanied a short, black skirt, black heels and a mischievous grin.She winked.I smiled.Sitting beside Deborah was a younger lady I’d not seen. Though she was sitting, I guessed she was probably a good 5’-10” and probably in her late twenties, maybe early thrities. She had a killer smile, flowing, wavy dark red hair, and wore a simple black dress that showed off the kind of legs that make men drool. Well, at least this man.Staying behind the podium was going to be necessary.At the appointed time, the convention organizer welcomed the crowd and introduced the panel.We began the discussion addressing a topic that required in-depth answers and discussion within the panel. Though I had the prerogative of jumping in at any time, the idea was to allow my three colleagues to take the lead. Keeping an eye on the time and watching the crowd ankara escort for questions would be my focus.Oh, and trying to keep my eyes off the front row. Good luck.All went well early on. Questions from the attendees kept the discussion on target and engaging. I got lost in the task at hand until about 20 minutes in.My gaze dropped to the front row. As it did, Deborah bent forward to retrieve something from her briefcase. I got an eyeful of her cleavage and more as she stayed right there in search of whatever it was she needed. When she straightened back up, her eyes caught mine and offered a look that told me her move had absolutely nothing to do with anything in her briefcase.“Stay behind the damn podium,” I thought to myself. Fortunately, I’d not missed a cue with the panel and jumped right in at the appropriate time with another topic.When time came for audience questions, the redhead on the front row raised her hand, stood, and introduced herself as Shelly and noted her affiliation. Good heavens. She and Deborah worked for the same company. Lucky bastards.At some point in the conversation, the night before Deborah had mentioned she had another colleague arriving for the conference, but there was no mention nor indication that her workmate was a drop-dead knockout.Shelly finished her question and took her seat. In the process of sitting, she clearly slid the hem of her dress a little higher revealing creamy, toned thighs. The guy sitting two seats down from her couldn’t help but stare.I quickly turned my eyes back to the panel and called on one of the guys to address the question. He wasn’t the initial best choice as he had been mesmerized by Shelly, too. But he recovered in seconds to offer a complete and thorough answer.Deborah sat there with what certainly appeared to be a knowing smile.Damn, they had this planned.Whether Deborah had her display planned wasn’t a question; Shelly’s display was becoming more suspect.At 9:20 we wrapped up our discussion. With a 10-minute break before the next session, a search for more coffee ensued, along with a search for Deborah. She needed admonishment — mock as it might be — for that little stunt.Coffee was readily available, but Deborah was nowhere to be seen. So I engaged in the usual chatter with colleagues until time for the next session approached.Walking through the doors back into the ballroom I heard a male voice call my name.“Hey, Derrick! I want you to meet someone.”It was ankara escort bayan Dan, who I’d known since early in my career. Standing beside him with extended hands of greeting were Deborah and Shelly.“These ladies are with ABC Sourcing (not the real company name). Their company has been great partners with us for a couple of years and I thought they might be good partners for your group.”Without missing a beat, Deborah introduced herself as if it were our first time meeting. Shelly introduced herself as Deborah’s “partner in crime” with a little giggle.“I will leave you all to get to know one another,” Dan said as he excused himself to return to his seat.Deborah, Shelly, and I slipped back out into the almost-empty hallway as the next session began.It was awkward. I didn’t know what Shelly knew, if anything. But she broke the ice when she touched my arm and offered, “Relax. I saw you leaving Deb’s room this morning.”Ok, that brought relief.“Derrick, we have client presentations all day, but we’d love it if you could join us for dinner,” Deborah said. “It will be just the three of us. I made reservations hoping you would.”“I’d be delighted.”She looked around, gave me a quick peck on the cheek, and said, “See you at 7:30.” And they were gone.OK. A meal with two beautiful ladies. Could we move the clock forward, please?As is the case when you’re looking forward to something, time moved at a snail’s pace. Finally, I had to just stop looking and focus on the speakers. The rest of the morning and all afternoon dragged on. By happy hour the need for a good bourbon had become clear. Have a couple drinks, go change into khakis and a blazer, then head to dinner.At the appointed time, I entered the high-end restaurant. “Reservations, sir?” the well-dressed gentleman at the door asked.“I’m meeting two ladies.”“Ah, that would be Miss Deborah and Miss Shelly?”“That’s correct.”“Follow me, sir. We have a private room for you and the ladies are already here. My name is Paul. It is our pleasure to have you dine with us this evening.”Paul opened the door to the small, private room. Deborah and Shelly both stood to greet me as Paul politely excused himself.“Welcome!” Shelly was closest to me. Her greeting came with a hug and a kiss on the cheek, though it seemed much closer to the lips than is customary.“I’m glad you could join us,” Deborah said as she kissed me softly. “I took the liberty of ordering a couple of bottles of a nice cabernet.”Both escort ankara the ladies already had wine. Our waiter appeared — I don’t know from where — and poured my glass, then disappeared as stealthily as he arrived.I halfway expected dinner to be at least a little business. Instead, the conversation touched on everything from the food (which was exquisite) to travel to movies to music. It flowed effortlessly.Two hours later, the bottles and glasses were empty, the table cleared and the tab paid.“Join us for a nightcap, Derrick?” It was Shelly who asked.“Yes, please join us,” Deborah chimed in.I figured we’d be going to the bar or the patio.“Go get comfortable,” Deborah said with a wink. “We’ll have drinks — bourbon for you, correct? — delivered to my suite.”How could I refuse?Twenty minutes later and back in jeans and a t-shirt, I knocked on the door of 01.The door opened. Shelly stood there in a tight yellow tank top and black panties. “Come in!” she exclaimed as she turned and strode away.Check that; thong, not panties. Deborah said, “Get comfortable.” and Shelly certainly did.Shelly was slightly curvier than her business dress suggested. Beautifully curved hips framed her round, firm butt. Her breasts strained at the thin tank top fabric, suggesting they were perfectly proportioned to her body.“Drinks should be here any minute,” I heard Deborah note from her side of the suite. “I’ll be right out.”Moments later drinks arrived. The waiter offered to bring the drinks in, but I handed him a twenty, took the tray and thanked him for the prompt service. He could see Shelly over my shoulder.“My pleasure sir,” he said with a wink.Shelly got the wine, I took the bourbon and set the tray on the coffee table.“What kind of music would you like?” Shelly asked.“Anything but opera or rap.”“Hmmm…” Shelly pondered as she rolled through the music channels. “How about a little jazz? Won’t interrupt the conversation.”“Perfect.”Shelly settled into the corner of the L-shaped sectional, stretching out her long legs.“Come sit.” She motioned to the cushion right beside her. Just then Deborah entered the room.Yep, these two took ‘comfortable’ very seriously. She wore a white, short satin robe that barely covered her, top or bottom. The sash was loosely looped at the waist, allowing her breasts to sway slightly with every step and the hem of the robe to open with each step.Nude underneath? I couldn’t tell whether panties were present or not. A bra certainly wasn’t.Deborah took her drink in her right hand, wrapped her left around my waist, and stretched up to kiss me deeply. “Get a room, you two!” Shelly exclaimed. Damn her. We both broke into a laugh.“I have a room!” Deborah shot back. “And you’re in it!”

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