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I'll go, but do I have to wear a fez?

I think the director wants me out of her hair for a
while.  It has suddenly been decided that I will be
attending the American Library Association convention
in Chicago.  The Library has never asked me to attend
a convention before and it is only a week away.  I
guess I shouldn't complain.  After all, it is a free
trip to Chicago.

For some reason, when I hear the word `convention' the
first thing that pops into my mind is a bunch of fat
guys in plaid suits wearing fezzes (That's the plural
of fez, I looked it up.  God, I'm such a dork),
running around drunk chasing women.  Maybe I watch too
much TV in the 70's or something.

As it turns out, a convention of library people
doesn't appear to be a parallel of the Tailhook
convention for the literary world.  There are tons of
exhibits of library products and services, of course. 
The people, while not the racy swingers you might meet
at other gatherings, are very interesting in a library
sort of way.

Since I knew the Library director was just trying to
get rid of me for a while, I didn't feel obligated to
spend too much time at the convention itself.

I was just getting ready to walk out the front door of
the convention center to explore downtown Chicago when
I ran into Kate.  I had to do a double take.

I described Kate in the first chapter as "...young.  She
is slender and bookish, but sweet and gentle.  She is
newly married."

"I didn't know you were coming to ALA" I exclaimed.

"It was kind of sprung on me at the last moment.  I
guess the person who was going to go had a personal
emergency of some kind" she responded with a shrug.

"Well, I was just going out exploring the wide, wide
world.  Do you want to join me?" I asked.

"I'd love to, but I'm assigned to go to several
sessions.  I have one in 15 minutes, maybe later."

I found out she was staying in the same hotel.  We
exchanged room numbers so we could call each other and
I continued on.

Well, that more or less confirmed that I was being
ditched for a few days.  I didn't have anything I was
assigned to do.  So be it.  My report back to the
staff at the Library will consist of reviews of food
you can find within walking distance of my hotel and
the convention center.  I'd have to fudge a little bit
with the expense report, but I didn't think the
director would have any more problems with that than
what I had been doing at the Library.

I started north from the convention center.  I walked
through a park by the lake and ended up coming out by
a place named Giordano's.  Chicago style pizza for
lunch might be just the ticket to start out with.  It
was a fine start to my adventure of the afternoon.

I found a place a bit later and had a piece of
Tiramisu and a glass of wine, followed by a nice
cigar.  I could learn to live like this.  I returned
to my hotel at about five to relax for a while.

My phone rang at 6:15.  It was Kate wanting to know if
I was interested in getting some dinner with her.  She
was tired from her day at the convention and I
suggested dinner from room service in one of our
rooms.  I was a bit tired from my exploring that
afternoon anyway, so that sounded fine.  She had
somehow ended up with a junior suite or something like
that, so had a nicer area to eat than my room did. 
She was ready, so I had her order a steak and baked
potato for me.  I figured they couldn't screw that up
too bad.

When I arrived, she was already in her pajamas.  They
covered her whole body, but were nicely fitted to
reveal the curves she possessed beneath them.  They
appeared to be made out of silk and flowed nicely with
her when she moved.

She saw me looking at her attire and blushed to match
the pink of her pj's.

"Sorry about the outfit.  I wanted to wear something
comfortable and I didn't think you would mind."

"Oh, I don't mind at all.  I wish you had told me.  I
would have worn mine."

The food arrived and we balanced the plates on the
tiny little table.  It was pretty standard room
service food; nothing to get excited over.

She was telling me about the conference sessions she
attended.  Oh, I see.  It was a conference, not a
convention.  That maybe explains the absence of plaid.
 Doesn't much matter, I still don't feel like
attending any sessions.  The phone rang.

It was evidently her husband.  They started chatting,
so I thought I would go back to my room and give them
a little privacy.  She signaled for me to wait.

It is apparent to me now that there is no God in
heaven.  At least my prayers for the sweet release of
death went unanswered.  To listen to 45 minutes of one
side of a conversation between two newlyweds is more
than a person of my tender sensibilities can handle. 
The baby talk and pet names were excruciating to
listen to.  I don't know why Kate was punishing me,
but it better be good.  Okay, it wasn't quite that
bad, but it did turn my stomach a bit.

They ended their conversation and she sat on the bed
and hugged her legs to her chest.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"This is the first night since we've been married that
Rick and I haven't spent together."

Ah, I remember the first night apart, a combination of
distance, longing and raging hormones.  This could be
very, very bad.  Or this could be very, very good.  I
didn't see any middle ground.

"I'm sorry, honey.  I've been there, it's pretty tough
right now, but just remember that you are going home
in a couple of days."

She seemed like she was pretty much ignoring what I
was saying.  That doesn't bother me.  I'm getting used
to it.

"Will you stay and watch a movie with me or
something?"

She looked so pitiful.  I couldn't say no.

"Okay.  What do you want to watch?"

She picked up the remote and cycled through the HBO
and Showtime type channels.  She didn't see anything
to her liking and moved on.  She moved on straight to
the adult movies on demand.  I was in trouble.

She settled on "Naughty Office".  Gee, I wonder what
she could be thinking.  She patted the bed.  After
all, it was the only piece of furniture in the room
with a good viewing angle to the television.  My fate
was sealed.  What's the worst that could happen,
anyway?

I sat, in as chaste a manner as possible with my back
against the headboard.  My feet legs were stretched
out in front of my and crossed at the ankles.  I
folded my hands in my lap to cover the erection that
would be spawned by the movie and the proximity of a
hormone crazed, desirable female.

She lounged.  There isn't any other way to say it. 
I've seen the pose in a thousand centerfolds.  She was
on her left side, propped up on one of her elbows. 
Her right leg was extending somewhat in front of her
and her hips were rotated slightly toward the bed. 
Her right knee was bent so that her lower leg was more
or less parallel with her left leg.  It was a pose
that, if she were nude, would have exposed her chest
and legs well, but kept the treasures between her legs
hidden.  The movie hadn't even started and she was
already starting to breathe a little heavier.

She let the first scene of the move get going before
she spoke.

"The director told me what the room behind the
elevator is going to be used for."

"Oh?  What would that be?" I asked feigning ignorance.
 It's not very often anymore I get to feign ignorance,
as opposed to actually being ignorant, so let me enjoy
it for a second.  Ah, that's nice.

"You don't need to pretend you don't know what I'm
talking about.  Do you think she sent us here by
accident?"

"Honey, I don't know why anybody does much of anything
anymore.  I've given up trying to figure that out" I
said, truthfully.

"I watched you with that girl you picked up in the
history section the other day.  I was going to go to
the director to turn you in, but decided to watch for
a while.  By the way, you need to be more careful
about moving away from the window in the door.  It
made me so hot that I decided not to go to the
director, after all.  Just at that moment, she walked
up behind me and caught me watching you.  I started to
try to defend you, but she signaled for me to be quiet
and motioned for me to follow her.  We went to her
office where she filled me in on what your new job
description involved."

"So she sent you to watch me?" I was getting very
confused and somewhat less horny.

"No, definitely not.  In fact, she warned me that I
should probably keep away from you.  I don't think she
likes you very much.  Now that I think about it, I
don't think she likes men in general very much."

"In that case, she probably wants you to herself."

"I don't think anything like that will happen."

"I still don't get why she sent you when she knew that
I was going to be here."  There I go, trying to figure
things out again.  Silly Rabbit.

She sighed.  "I think that she sent me because she
already told me about you.  I suppose she figured that
would limit the exposure if the person she sent found
out from you somehow."

I interrupted.  "The fact that she didn't want you to
mess around with me would also explain why I had no
idea you were here until I met you at the door.  This
is a large enough convention that it is conceivable
that we might have missed each other entirely."  

"Not if I had anything to say about it" she said
leaning toward me.

"Oh."  Brilliant response, I know.  I keep saying I
don't really care what the director is up to, but I
can't stop my own mind from working on it.

We turned our attention back to the movie.  A busty
blonde woman was sucking vigorously on the cock of a ...
well, I guess a co-worker (I hadn't really been
following the plot).  I didn't much feel the need to
talk anymore.  Kate didn't either.  She slid across
the bed and nestled up next to me.

My erection was starting to return after it had
somewhat lost interest during our conversation. 
Pietro pressed his head against the front of my pants.
 Kate unzipped them to let him free.

"What about your husband?"

"Don't you think the 50 mile rule applies to women as
well as men?"

"I wasn't aware that the 50 mile rule actually applied
to anyone" I responded.

She rolled her eyes. "Listen, I'm going to get
something from someone.  If you aren't up to the job
you need to leave now so I can go find someone else." 
As she said this her warm, soft hand was wrapped
around the middle of my cock and gently stroking it.

"Are you sure you really want to do this?" I asked.

She answered by starting to stroke my cock in earnest.
 She slid her hand skillfully over the shaft,
occasionally letting the ring formed by her thumb and
index finger slide over the ridge of its head.  She
even recognized that it would be more comfortable if
she used a bit of lubricant.  She reached for her
lotion.  The vanilla scent of it filled the room and
she warmed it in her hands.

She moved so that she was cross-legged next to me and
started working on me with both hands.  She wrapped
both hands around the head and squeezed rather hard
and then pushed so her hands slid down the shaft.  The
effect I felt was one of squeezing into a very tight,
but well lubricated orifice.    It was obvious her
intention was not to make me cum.  She was teasing me
a bit.

I had relaxed against the headboard and closed my eyes
to enjoy the sensations she was giving me.  I opened
them after a while to find her looking into my eyes.

"Enjoying the massage?"

"Hmmm, definitely" I moaned.

I reached for her and she snuggled back up to my side.
 She continued to stroke me gently with one hand.

She was on my left side and I was able to wrap my left
arm around her then under her arm and rest it directly
on her breast.  They weren't huge, but nicely
proportioned for her frame.  The nipple stood erect
and I could feel it in the center of my palm.

The silky fabric of her top allowed my hand to slide
easily over her breast, almost as if it were
lubricated as well.  I rolled her nipple between my
fingers and thumb.  She moaned and slid her left leg
over my legs.  She only slid it as high as my upper
thigh to prevent it from interfering with her hand on
my cock.

As I tweaked her nipple she continued stroking my
cock.  She rotated her hips toward me and I could feel
a very warm and somewhat damp patch between her legs. 
I slid my hand from her breast, down her side to her
ass.  It was round and pleasantly soft.  I slid my
hand to the warm junction between her legs.  From that
angle I had access to her pussy, through her pants at
least.  She was able to rub her clit against my thigh
as she continued to work on my cock.

I could feel her getting wetter and wetter.  I worked
my hand into the back of her pajama bottoms, and back
down to her pussy.  I thrust my middle finger as deep
inside her as I could.  She moaned as her head fell
against my chest.

Her head popped up.  "Would you like to take a bath?"

"Sure, why not?" I answered.

"You go run the water.  I'll be right in" she
directed.

Her bathroom was much nicer than mine.  It had a very
large tub as well as a separate shower.  The tub would
be easily big enough for both of us.

I had just barely started the water when she passed
through the door.  She was completely nude and
carrying an industrial size container of "Mr. Bubble."
 The container had to be at least two gallons. 
Somebody has been shopping at the club warehouse
store.

She felt the water for temperature.  Was I incapable
of properly running a bath?  It was apparently to her
liking.  I started to undress.

She stopped the water after it was only eight or ten
inches deep.  She took the cap of the bottle of bubble
bath, broke the safety seal and proceeded to dump the
entire contents into the hot water.*  She mixed it
around a little bit.  The scent of bubble gum(?)
filled the air.

My shock at those events was mitigated by two factors.
 One, this was her little party if she wanted a mega
bubble bath, what did I care.  Second, I spent more
time gazing at her body that what she happened to be
doing.

She had a very nice body.  It was apparent that she
had entered the phase of marriage I like to call "I
fucking hate salad and I'm married so bring on the
pasta".  This is not to say she was fat, but she
wasn't a twig either.  The few extra pounds only
served to flesh out her curves more fully.

As she was bent over the tub mixing her little witches
brew, I stepped up behind her and slid my finger back
into her pussy.  She purred a little bit and pushed
her hips back at me.

She turned to kiss me and then stepped carefully into
the tub.

I eagerly followed her.  I immediately found myself
floundering around the bottom of the tub.  It has been
a while since I've done the whole bubble bath thing,
but Mr. Bubble apparently makes the bottom of the tub
very slippery.

I righted myself and slid up out of the milky froth
that I had created.  She stood watching me with a
smirk on her face until I was in position.  She
carefully lay in the tub next to me and we resumed our
activities from the bed.

Her lips came to mine as my hand slid down her back. 
The ratio of soap to water was so high that she was
incredibly slippery.  It had the same effect on my
cock as she started stroking me again.  I found her
pussy again as slid two fingers into her.  The soapy
water (or was it watery soap) provided plenty of
lubrication.  She moaned again and melted against me.

She kissed me deeply, her tongue seeking the depths of
my mouth.  I turned toward her and my cock slid
between her legs.  She guided it toward her opening. 
As she aligned it, she pulled me forward and I slid
into her.  She removed her hand to allow me closer. 
From this angle, I was only able to get about three
inches inside her, but my shaft was rubbing directly
against her clit with what seemed to be very positive
results.

She was rotating her hips to rub herself vigorously
against my cock.  It felt very nice, but I was never
going to cum this way.  She spread her legs wider in
an effort to get me deeper.  The angles just wouldn't
allow it.

I figured out what she wanted.  "Turn to your other
side."

She rolled onto her left side facing away from me, my
cock slipping out of her with a muted pop underwater. 
We were basically spooning in the soapy water and my
cock easily found her pussy and nudged its way in.  I
grabbed her hips and pulled her against me to bury my
cock as deep as it would go.  My hips slapped against
her soft round ass and she groaned.

"Oh, God.  That's it" she gasped.

I spent a few moments slowly fucking her.  My hands
moved from her hips to her breasts as she braced
herself against the side of the tub.  I squeezed and
twisted her nipples a little bit as I continued
thrusting.  From this angle, I had a wonderful view of
her ass as I slide into her.  I moved my right hand
from her breast to play with one of the globes of her
ass.  I was kneading it at first and then I moved
toward the crease between her legs.

My middle finger found her puckered ass hole and I
pushed it slowly to its full depth.

Her eyes sprang open in surprise.  She paused for a
moment to evaluate the new intruder before deciding
that it was acceptable.

"My husband never does THAT" she gasped trying to
thrust her hips back at me.

"I'm not your husband.  He's over 50 miles away,
remember."

She smiled and I started thrusting at her pussy with a
little more intensity.  That got her attention and she
braced harder against the side of the tub.

After a few thrusts, I started working my finger in
and out of her tight ass.  She groaned appreciatively
and looked back to watch our union.  Each time I
pulled my finger or my cock out of her, it was
re-lubricated with the contents of the tub.

Her tight rear opening had started to relax, so I
added another finger.  She groaned again and grasped
for something to clench in her fist.  All she could
reach was bubbles.  I continued working them in and
out.

Again she was able to accept my fingers with ease, so
I added my third finger.  She jumped a little at the
new pressure, but continued to thrust back at me with
the same rhythm as my cock was pounding her pussy.

As my three fingers reached their full depth for the
first time, her orgasm hit her.  She arched her back
and nearly howled.  The sound echoed around the
bathroom.  I buried my cock and my finger fully in her
and let her position her hips as she came.  She
slapped herself back against my hips and hand and held
us both there.

It took her a few moments to finish and her muscles
started to relax.  She had regained control and was
slowly thrusting her hip back at me again.  I pulled
my fingers back from her ass and pushed them deeply in
her again.  She groaned and braced herself against the
side of the tub again.  I pulled my fingers from her
ass and she turned to look at me.  I smiled and slowly
pulled my cock from her pussy.

She figured out what I was going to do and re-braced
herself against the side.  I positioned my cock
against her tiny pink ass hole and pushed the head in.
 She moaned and rested her head against the side of
the tub.  I pushed in as far as my fingers had been
and then stopped and held her there.

She reached back and grabbed my ass and pulled me
against her.  I buried my cock to the hilt into the
virgin territory of her ass.  The soapy water greased
my cock as well as any lube and she took me easily.

I held her hips back against me to let her get used to
the new penetration.  She turned and smiled at me.  A
small sigh escaped her lips.  She was ready for a bit
more.

I started thrusting in and out, slowly at first.  My
left hand slipped under her and I was able to cup her
left breast and play with her nipple.  I reached down
with my right hand and grabbed her right leg behind
the knee to spread her legs.  She lifted her soapy
right leg straight into the air.  The new opening
allowed me to get just a little deeper.

I slid my hand down the inside of her thigh to her
pussy.  She brought her right hand to her thigh to
brace it in its stretched open position.  My hand
found her soapy, well used pussy and I pushed my third
and fourth fingers deep inside her.  I used my middle
and first fingers to rub her clit.  I started
thrusting my fingers into her with the same rhythm I
was using on her ass.

She was bucking back against me.  I added another
finger to her pussy.  Our mutual rhythm increased
again.  She reached down and guided my index finger
into her clutching pussy.  I was able to slide all
four soapy fingers deep inside her to fill her pussy. 
My thumb stroked her clit as I jammed my hand inside
her.

I could feel the muscles in her pussy and ass start to
spasm.  I was getting close so I used the leverage I
now had on her pussy to pull her a little harder back
against me.  I was still thrusting my hand and cock in
unison.  She started humming with a little "ooo" as I
bottomed out on every stroke.

Just to turn the screw, so to speak, I started
twisting my fingers in her pussy as I thrust in and
out.  I was touching many parts of her that had never
been touched before.  She was about ready to explode.

I went off first.  I buried my cock deep in her ass
and pushed my hand fully into her as well.  She
stiffened against me and I felt all of her muscles
clench at the same time.  Her mouth was open in a
silent scream as I pumped spurt after spurt into her
silky bowels.

I left myself buried in her ass, but I gently
disengaged my hand as we came back down to earth.  She
had a small smile tattooed on her face and looked like
if my cock weren't holding her in position, she would
have slipped down into the water.

Every few seconds her entire body would flinch as
another aftershock passed through her.

We rested in the cooling bath goo.

My cock softened and popped out of her well used ass. 
This triggered another little shock that made her jump
and giggle.  She turned toward me and I took her in my
arms.

With her foot she lifted the tub drain lever.  The goo
oozed down the drain.

After it drained, she used her foot to start the water
again.  It warmed quickly and she plugged the drain
again.  The water slowly rose over our bodies.  The
residual bubble bath created mountains of suds that
quickly covered us.  Just before it reached the top
she stopped the water again.

We basked in the warm water and the exhaustion of our
union.  We hadn't moved since I took her in my arms.

I kissed her and slowly started to slide my hands over
her body to rinse her.  The slippery soapy feeling
gradually faded to just smooth, clean skin.  She did
the same for me.

We drained the tub again after the water had cooled
some.  We jumped into the shower together for a final
rinse before heading back to the bed.  We were still
pretty warm from the water so we didn't get under the
covers.

I reached over her and took the phone.  I dialed my
home and talked to my wife.  I gave her Kate's room
number as my own.  Giving up my own room should more
that pay for my gastronomic explorations.

There was enough activity at home that nobody was
taking my absence too hard.  The girls were having a
blast with April and she seemed to enjoy having
"little sisters" as well.  My wife missed me, and I
missed her, but things were fine on both ends.

Kate lay placidly beside me as I talked with my wife. 
I felt her turn her head to look at me, then she
shifted up on to her knees.  She took my soft cock in
her hand and then bent down and swallowed it whole.

Right then my wife asked, "How's Kate?"

"Oh, she's fine.  I didn't even know she was going to
be here.  I accidentally bumped into her this
morning."

"How many times have you `bumped into her' this
evening?" she asked knowingly.

"How did you know she was going to be here?" I asked
trying to change the subject by ignoring her innuendo.

She laughed.  "I know pretty much everything you do,
you know that.  Besides, do I sound mad?"

"No.  I guess not.  Well, we bumped quite a few times
and she is currently doing a damn fine job of trying
to suck me back to life" I tried to shock my wife. 
She wasn't shocked.

"Okay.  I'll let you get back to it.  Have fun!"  With
that she ended the call.

I hung up the phone a little puzzled.  Kate's next
slurp on my re-energized cock erased that.  I guess I
had some more work to do.

*Try this at your own risk.  I have not tried it and
I'm sure Mr. Bubble doesn't recommend it either.

DM


		
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