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Trade Show a Year Later

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I work for a big company. We have to attend several trade shows every year. We have a large booth and customers and prospective customers come and see our products and get literature, etc.

Last year a woman from a state I never visit in my travels stopped by the booth. We talked a long time. She came by several times to talk during the three day show. We exchanged business cards. I emailed her when I got home thanking her for stopping to see us, and I sent her a bunch of samples. She wrote me telling me how sweet I was to send the samples, etc. It began an email correspondence that gradually became warmer.

She has been divorced twice, is 52, and distrusts men almost totally. Nevertheless, our letters became warmer and warmer. We were eventually writing about how nice it would be to hold each other and kiss for long periods of time, and loving the feeling of that.

A year passed like a flash and it was time for that trade show again. She said she was attending again that year. In one of the last emails between us we talked about getting together in one of our rooms for that long anticipated make out session. She came by the booth the first day and we talked for an hour and agreed to meet in the hotel lobby after the show. She was there right on time.

I was so darn hard going up the elevator, I knew it had to show. I couldn't wait to have this beautiful woman in my arms. Seconds after closing the door we were in a big embrace and kiss standing by the foot of my bed. It lasted and lasted and lasted. She was so passionate. My dick was fully hard and pressing against her mound.

We had discussed sex in our letters and she was still distrustful enough of men, she had said THAT wasn't going to happen, but making out would be nice. I whispered in her ear as were were making out that I was sorry, but I was hard as hell. She told me she could feel it against her. I was careful not to feel her up or anything. I didn't want her to leave. We just kissed and kissed, and she allowed me to grind her.

I told her that it would feel so good if we were both naked standing there like that, but she said that couldn't happen. Kissing more and more, then I whispered it would feel so good if I WERE naked holding her like that. She whispered that wouldn't be fair to me ... and I told her I would love it ... and I could take care of my own orgasm. She looked at me kind of surprised, and I told her I had done it many times fantasizing about this very minute. I was so damn hard. She whispered 'if that's what you want to do ...'

That is all it took. I released my pants and peeled my shirt off. My hard dick was standing up against her dress pants as we kissed. I saw her take a look at me when I pulled my pants off. I took her hand and led her to the bed and I laid down and asked her to lay beside me. I stood my dick up with my right hand and I told her 'look how excited you make me ...' I could tell she was turned on. Her breathing was choppy. I started stroking myself as I told her how good it felt. Finally, I said, 'I wish you would at least take your blouse off ...' She surprised me when she said 'Okay, but that's all!' She sat up and removed her blouse and bra. Holy smokes. A beautiful set of full breasts were unleashed. They hung a bit but still had some uplift to them. They swung outwards just a tad so her luscious brown nipples were pointing not exactly straight ahead, but outwards just slightly. I said 'Oh, my God ...' She leaned over me as I sucked them for about 10 minutes, and felt them. They were wonderful. I asked her to just sit there so I could look at them in their natural hanging position. As she sat there smiling and watching me, I jacked myself off squirting cum all over my stomach and chest. It was for me the hottest jack off ever. Afterwards, she let me kiss her and suck her nipples for about an hour. I never got to see her pussy though. I can't wait for next year. I hope she will come back to this same trade show and see me again. We still write each other often .... and sometimes I describe how I'm jacking off as I write her. Next year cannot come soon enough!



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