THE PROFESSIONAL WOMEN’S CONFERENCE

I am Sarah, in my early forties, a still attractive business professional of French descent, sexually sophisticated, bilingual, fluent in both French and English and as I recently discovered with a little prompting from my man, bi-sexual, though I didn’t need a great deal of prompting.

My body still attracts attention from both sexes, good legs and hips, flat stomach, modest tits with long hard nipples when aroused. My best feature to modestly paraphrase people of both sexes who have licked and kissed it is my, ‘glorious, big ass’.

I was in my early thirties before I gave my sex drive full expression. My body had matured by then and I had learnt my ass was my best feature. I loved the excitement of flaunting it for both sexes, the reaction of men licking and kissing it as foreplay. Even better if their lady was watching or tongue kissing me.

I am to please and be pleased sexually. The size of a man’s erection is important for me and I love being licked, teased and edged by both sexes, I lost all my inhibitions between my second and third husbands and I love having sex with an audience. And I really do enjoy some racy commentary during sex, an extra dimension.

I have a high sex drive and thrive on sexual excitement, be it dressing and undressing to please my man and our guests, flaunting my naked body to turn on people I have just met, the visual turn on of other naked bodies, the foreplay (or lack of it), to receiving and giving pleasure, not to mention verbal interaction.

I was barely nineteen when a slightly older man licked and sucked my nipples for the first time while I enjoyed flaunting my topless body for him. Ever since then having my nipples licked and sucked is a major turn on for me.

I was twenty years old when a man licked me to orgasm for the first time. And I was hooked. Since then I make a point of telling any potential lovers, “I love being teased and licked.” Though it was almost twenty years later before another woman licked me to orgasm.

A cocktail party the night before the conference where I met Irena, a stunningly attractive women, around my age. We fell into easy conversation. Discussing our work, our careers. Touching each other and lightly tongue kissing each other while standing in a corner, our sexual chemistry obvious. Our mutual sexual attraction boiling over, realising we were both bi, without asking.

Agreeing to connect the next morning at the conference. Sitting alongside each other for all the conference sessions on the first day, more than occasionally touching and brushing each other’s hand and leg.

Over lunch our conversation became more focused, learning we both had a man back home. Far more focused at the afternoon tea break Agreeing to have dinner together, both of us dressing to impress, power dressing in killer heels, short feminine skirts and blazers, no bras. The centre of attention when we walked into the restaurant holding hands, seducing each other over dinner with our eyes and our conversation while seated in the intimate upholstered booth.

Admitting to each other we had both promised our men we wouldn’t fuck another man while we were away at the conference. Both of us admitting we had secretly hoped to connect with another woman.

Our fingers teasing the insides of each others thighs before we each sucked each other’s middle finger, both of us enjoying the covert looks we were drawing from other diners.