Mary Kay Convention

The set up was perfect. A cosmetics convention filled with women at a hotel conference center. At the end of the long day of meetings lots of women get drunk, not having to worry about driving because their rooms were right in the hotel.
The alarm on the clock buzzed in the normal tone, just like it did every other day. However, some how, today felt different. Pushing the bed sheets off her scantly clad self . Diana made her way to the bathroom. Her bare feet softly padding on the plush carpet beneath her feet. Entering the bathroom she turned on the water to the shower, tested it, and then proceeded to undress. Bending at the waist she pulled down the pastel pink colored the material slipping from between her ass cheeks with little resistance.
As the warm water rained down upon her she sighed. Reaching up to grasp her tits and squeezed them gently rubbing her thumbs across her taunt nipples. Maybe a little play time before work she thought? Yes, that sounds good. Taking care of showering she shaved and cleaned up, then stepped out into the bathroom. As she reached up to dry her hair she glanced in the fogged mirror to watch her tits bounce as she shook the towel back and forth in her hair to dry it. Smiling to herself she let the towel fall and her semi-wet form walked into her room.
Lying down on the bed she let her thighs part some allowing her long slender fingers access to her already hot snatch. Probing into her wet folds she found that sensitive little button and rubbed on the fleshy nub making her writhe and grind against her fingers. Her tight pink snatch glistened with her juices as she slid her index and middle finger into her fuck hole. Her hips lifted off the bed and she reached up and tugged on her nipple. Moaning under her ministrations she worked her hand faster reaching in deep with her fingers rubbing against her g-spot. Her hips ground into her hand her palm rubbing against her clit as she worked. Panting from her dirty work.
As her long delicate fingers pounded in and out of the slick moist folds of her twat the aroma of her sex filled the room. She could smell her wetness, and it did nothing more but turn her on even more. Reaching down and running her finger over her clit as her other hand continued to finger fuck her she shivered. Continuing to rub on the sensitive nub she groaned as her cunt walls began to convulse around her fingers. Her ass wriggled on the bed some and her hips thrust upward. Moaning and panting loudly she let wave after wave of ecstasy wash over her. After what seemed forever she regained her sense and lifted her soaked fingers to her full lips. Sliding them into her mouth she suckled on them momentarily enjoying the taste of herself, it was so yummy. Lying there she caught her breath, and then proceeded to peel herself off her bed. Retrieving her discarded towel from the bathroom she wiped her drenched snatch dry as best she could before strolling over to her dresser to get dressed.
Selecting what she was to wear today was simple enough. She chose a white oxford shirt, white lace bra, a plain black skirt, black thigh high nylons and her normal office heels. Michelle chose to leave out panties. She felt like being naughty today. She felt like having a nasty little secret no one knew but her, and the thought of it at that moment was making her cunt throb back to life. Giggling at her new secret she got dressed leaving several buttons on her shirt unbuttoned just enough to show a good amount of cleavage. I’m such a slut she thought and giggled again. I’m such a slut and I love it. Spraying a bit of perfume on herself and applying her make up she headed out the door.


I actually heard her before I saw her – a sweet southern accent ordering another drink at the bar. From my angle, her back was to me – showing me a nice juicy ass clad in tight fitting black skirt.