The Overnight Conference

It was about 11:00 pm as I settled down upon the bed in my hotel room, a book of Jeeves and Wooster stories by P.G. Woodhouse open on my lap. I felt like a complete nerd about it but I was exited for the history conference the next day. It was kind of cool that my professor had wanted me to present my paper on Henry the 8ths break from the church when I was not a history major or minor. Also the company was very good. Aside from myself, three guys were giving presentations as well, one of whom I was particularly fond. I always enjoyed our long, intellectual chats though wished we might one day do something besides chat.
I had just begun to scan my eyes over the title of one of my favourite stories, Sir Roderick Comes to Lunch when there was a faint knock at the door. I got up and upon answering it smiled at whom I found standing in the hallway with an apologetic look on his smooth, pale face with the elegant aquiline nose, droll mouth and faintly pointed chin, his large, luminous brown eyes opened wide and appealing. In case my dear reader has not guessed, he was the young man I was particularly fond of.
“Hi, Edward.” I said.
“Hey Chloe. I feel more or less of an ass right now but... I’ve managed to lose the key to my hotel room. I’ve been banging on the door for the last quarter of an hour but only succeeded in waking up the room next door. Either my roomies are sleeping with Princess Valium or they’ve gone out. There’s no one at the desk. I can already hear our prof snoring. Finally, I’m cold, tired and I don’t want to spend the night in the hallway so would it be all right if I...”
“Come in?” I smiled gently. “Sure. There’s another bed in here.”
“Thank you!” He walked in and stood beside the available bed with an awkward glance down at his belted khaki pants.
“Oh I won’t look. Go on, get comfortable.” He grinned sheepishly and undid the belt. I looked away in an attempt to keep my promise but found my eyes drifting back. I stifled a giggle at his “Got Marx?” boxers.
“God he’s cute.” I thought unable to look away again. Granted not many girls would agree with me but I honestly liked Edward's short and skinny body. I was rather disappointed when he crawled into bed still in the boxers and white, sleeveless undershirt. He appeared to fall asleep fairly quickly. I sighed and returned to my book.
***
Having finished my reading, I was about to put out the light when a sneeze coming from Edward’s bed arrested my attention.
“You all right Edward?”
“Fine.” He said unconvincingly.
“Are you sure?”
“Well it’s just that... damn I’m such a wuss... my bed’s by the window and there’s something of a draft.”
“You’re not a wuss! Do you want to change beds?” I hated myself for the suggestion the moment I made it. Edward often brought out motherly impulses in me (though at 27 he was four years my senior) and it had not occurred to me such a remark would probably bruise his ego pretty badly.
“No way! I may be a 105 pound weakling but I’m not entirely without chivalry.”
“Well you can’t stay in that bed. You’ll get chilled and wake up with a sore throat, not a pleasant thing to have at a conference.” My heart leapt at the next thing I said, “Why don’t you hop in with me?”
He sat up in bed and fixed me with an incredulous stare. “Do you mean... sleep in the same bed?”
I swallowed hard but nodded. “Yeah, that’s what I mean.”
Edward seemed to struggle with himself a moment before giving into the temptation of laying down in a warm bed with (to use the old cliché’) an even warmer redhead. Something that made my attraction to Edward almost comical was my own tall, rubenesque build. We’d definitely make a cute couple in that kind of Kermit and Piggy way though I could never bring myself to be so rough on him.
As he lay down next to me I slipped a tentative arm around him, mostly because he was shivering a little, at least that’s what I told myself. He surprised me when he smiled and appeared to understand my gesture as tacit permission to cuddle up close, his head resting on my shoulder. I did not bother to suppress the giggle resulting from his soft,messy brown hair tickling my cheek.
“Chloe...” Edward spoke so softly his voice was almost a whisper.
“Hmmm?”
“Do you like it that I’m in here with you right now?”
“Sure I do, Edward.” I blushed. That was an understatement. I adored the feeling of his small, almost fragile body nestled warmly in my arms and the faint smell of old spice making its way delicately to my nose. My fingers twitched restlessly at how much I wanted to explore him.
“I thought maybe you just felt sorry for me.”
“Oh Edward.” My arms hugged around him a little tighter. “Of course I felt bad for you on hearing about your troubles tonight but I don’t allow people into my bed simply because I feel sorry for them.”
“What does it take for someone to be allowed... into your bed.”
“Well I have to find them a little more than reasonably attractive.”
“Oh...” Edward stammered. “Wait... you find me attractive?” I nodded, smiling at his confusion. “May I ask why?”
“All right. First of all, aside from your intelligence and sense of humor I consider it very appealing when a man has no clue how really cute he is. Then there are those heavenly eyes of yours made all the more effective against the backdrop of your Victorian pallor and you’ve also got...” I dropped my hand further down and gave a squeeze to emphasize my point, “ a really hot ass.” It felt so good to finally do that considering how long I’d wanted to.
A small quavering moan escaped Edward's lips and I could feel the beginnings of his arousal pressing on my thigh.
“Oh you like it when I do that?” I squeezed those sweet cheeks again, driving his hardening length more firmly against me. He moaned louder. “In that case you should love it when I do this...” I straddled over his thighs and gyrated my hips grinding my dampening though still clothed pussy against his erection and smiled at how his slender hands gripped the bed sheets his white face flushed and his breathing ragged.
“ I forgot to mention those graceful fingers as being another of your sexy attributes. There are better places for those to be than idle on the sheets.” I ceased my gyrations and stripped off my P.J. top exposing my large, pendulous yet rounded and supple breasts to him. He lifted a trembling hand and gently pinched one of my light pink nipples. It was my turn to let out a low moan and nod my head in encouragement. He cupped his hands under my breasts rubbing the nipples with his thumbs until they stood out firmly in little pink peaks.
I bent down over Edward’s face and caught his lips in a kiss that soon turned deep and passionate as his quick, almost pointed tongue shot into my mouth and would not be content to leave one inch of it untasted. He parted from me, gasped for breath and immediately began suckling my neck. I shivered and gave a pleased little cry.
So he wants to take charge now, does he? Well that’s fine with me. I thought rolling over onto my back, slipping off my P.J. pants as well.
Edward sat up and softly stroked my naked body, a delighted smile on his face. “Those Baroque era painters knew how to live.” He leaned over to kiss me again, his lips traveling from my mouth, down my neck, shoulders and lingering to suck the now very alert nipples of my breasts. His hand slipped down between my thighs and a finger began to lightly caress my wet, swelling clit tearing a jagged moan from my throat.
He suddenly stopped and withdrew his hand. I nearly cried out in frustration but then he brought the hand to his mouth and licked the finger that had been teasing me. Watching such an erotic gesture made my netheregions throb unbearably.
“Ah yes...” He breathed. “1982... an excellent year.”
I giggled. “I think I can guess what you’re going to do next.” He gave me an almost evil grin and placed a warm kiss on my stomach. “I always knew you had something of Lord Flashheart in you,” I said making an allusion to one of our favourite British Comedy shows.
Edward briefly raised his head and growled, “woof woof” into my ear before resuming his trail of kisses down from my stomach. I sucked in my breath in impatient anticipation as his breath grazed my inner thighs. I opened them a little more and gasped as Edward’s tongue ran gently along my slit before concentrating on the spot where his hand had been. “Oh God, Edward! Young tongue has been officially added to your attractiveness list” I cried, “Keep going!”
He did, varying the depth and speed of his caresses from sensually deep and slow to maddeningly shallow and quick. Then his lips closed right over my clit and he sucked it still managing to tickle along it with the tip of his tongue drawn to a fine, almost hard point.
It was not long before the hot pulsing waves of an orgasm engulfed my body, making me moan and thrash.
For a moment I lay on the bed feeling a bit dizzy and with my skin humming. Then I sat up and gave Edward a gentle push down onto the mattress. “Your turn.” I announced pulling off his undershirt and boxers and cutting a trail of kisses from his slender throat to his surprisingly thick and long cock standing almost painfully hard between his legs. I traced its outlines in wonder with the tip of one finger. It was Edward’s turn to make a small impatient sound as he waited for me to do what I’d promised. “How much did you say you weighed again?”
“105,” he gasped.
“Well, No prizes for guessing where that extra five accumulated.” I didn’t think it was possible for him to get any harder but apparently I was wrong. A bead of moisture appeared on the tip of his shaft. I softly licked it away before slowly taking his length into my mouth letting myself take in the texture of the bursting veins,enjoy the heat radiating from it. Edward’s body tensed and he let out entirely inarticulate moans and cries as I began to suck him very gently at first and then gradually harder. He began to tremble. I paused a moment and asked;
“Hey Edward, you wouldn’t happen to have a condom with you?”
He shook his head and managed a brief, “No.”
“Rats! Neither do I. Oh well. Guess I’ll just finish you off here for now and next time we’ll be better prepared.”
“Next time?” He weakly intoned.
“Well yeah. I’d love a next time and I’m assuming you would.”
“Let me think about that for a min.... of course! I’d be insane not to.”
“Thought so.” Once again my lips closed around him and he continued with a few more bars of his nameless, tuneless song.
Soon I became conscious of a warm salty taste against my tongue. Edward’s thighs shuddered tellingly under my hands and I knew he was just about to climax. I carefully removed my mouth from his cock and let my hands take over sliding up and down the throbbing erection until a hard stream of his seed sprang out the top and he let out a moan bordering on a scream.
So spent he lay panting on the bed. “Ugh. Can’t move...”
I laughed and lay back down beside him covering us with the blankets. It was fine with me that Edward was asleep within a minute as I soon joined him. I’d never slept so well in a hotel bed before.

***
The next morning at 7 am I stood outside my hotel room door and kissed Edward goodbye as he had to go back to his own hotel room and get cleaned up and changed before breakfast.
Beaming profusely he started down the hallway and ran into Tim, one of his roommates.
“Hey, Ed! We thought you were coming down to the bar with us. Sorry about locking you out of the room like that!”
“Hey, that’s all right. I made other arrangements.” He cast a sly wink at me over his shoulder. Tim looked and his jaw dropped a little. “See you at the continental breakfast, babe?”
“Count on it.” I gave him a sly wink back as I shut the door and almost regretfully went to take a shower, not wanting to rinse away scents left over from the night before.
“Oh well, knowing Edward there will be plenty of other opportunities to let them linger!”

The end
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