1. Best Librarian Conference Ever
Best Librarian Conference Ever
“Yes. Just like that. I need it,” she moaned.
“Yeah, you do, you little cum slut. You look so sexy taking his cock for me.”
Applause broke out, and Sheila startled in her chair.
Blinking rapidly, she awoke with a quiet gasp as the conference session broke up around her.
After an exhausting but exhilarating weekend, followed by too much work in too few hours, she was embarrassed to have fallen asleep during a session on new cataloging and inventory management.
“You okay there, Sheila?” Melody asked with a teasing smile.
“Sorry.” She stifled a yawn. “My flight was at five this morning, so I had to be up at three. Nothing another cup of coffee and some food won’t cure.”
“I wouldn’t mind hunting down some myself. We have a few minutes until the next session. I’m really looking forward to Dr. Bennett’s presentation on virtual libraries.”
In past years, Sheila would have been riveted, too. Or if not riveted, at least she would have been excited about doing something different. Lately, her personal life had been so stimulating it was sometimes difficult to remember she was supposed to be a responsible, staid librarian.
She still looked the part with her sensible shoes and conservative suits, but her inner vixen expressed herself with expensive lingerie and a growing collection of sex toys.
Sheila’s expression gave none of that away as they sought coffee. They collected a few other conference friends and commandeered a table in one of the scheduled break areas.
“Anybody know if there’s someplace to get some food around here?” Sheila asked. “I’m running on empty, and I either need sleep or fuel if I’m going to make it through the rest of the day.”
“There’s a café on the third floor that has sandwiches and other quick foods,” one of Melody’s friends offered. “The line was pretty long, though.”
Melody offered to save her a seat, and Sheila made a beeline for the sandwich shop. Thirty minutes later, she quietly made her way to the empty seat Melody saved for her on the end. She was mortified to enter so late, but at least she wouldn’t fall asleep again.
“Glad you made it,” Melody whispered. “There were some technical difficulties at the start, so you haven’t missed much.”
With increased energy levels, Sheila focused on the work that brought her there today instead of the men who led to her exhaustion.
It had been a few days since her earth-shattering sexcapades with Derek and his friend, Alexander, but her sleep had been disrupted since she dreamed of their delicious antics nightly.
Every morning, she woke sexually frustrated, physically drained, and emotionally wrecked. Worried she was too emotionally invested in her Advanced Friendship with Derek. This work trip couldn’t have come at a better time.
The session zipped by with a captivating presentation and enthusiastic question-and-answer period. There were two more time slots left in today’s conference, but it would be difficult to follow Dr. Bennett’s energy.
“What are you attending next?” Melody asked.
“I can’t decide between community archiving and reaching reluctant readers.”
“Those are both good choices. We’re going to the reluctant readers one, followed by next-gen tools. You should come with us.” Melody’s smile grew. “After the last two sessions, we’re going out for dinner and drinks.”
Melody leaned closer.
“There’s a bar near here with dueling pianos, and they make really strong drinks, hurricanes as big as your head.
Some of the others talked about going to a strip club,”—Sheila’s nose wrinkled, and Melody laughed in agreement—“but that’s not really my idea of a good time, so we agreed on this bar. There are other people coming, too.”
“Dinner and drinks sound fun.”
Sheila made all the right noises, but her mind whirred.
When she wasn’t struggling to stay awake, she’d been scoping out her fellow attendees.
If she was going to squash these unwelcome feelings about her sexy time friend, Derek, it was necessary to get down and dirty with a few other people as soon as possible.
“Who all’s going?” she asked.
Melody listed off a group of names, many of whom Sheila knew.
More importantly, a number of them were men, including Arthur, a tall, serious man with a surprising sense of humor.
They partnered on a workshop a few years ago when she and Richard were dating, but she had felt the zing of mutual attraction with Arthur.
Maybe a little field trip to a bar in the Big Easy was exactly what she needed. Her red lips curved into a delighted smile.
“Sounds perfect. Here’s to the best librarian conference ever.”
When Arthur joined the group after the next session, Sheila felt her chances of getting lucky tonight greatly improve. She intercepted him before he joined a larger conversation.
“It’s good to see you again, Sheila,” Arthur said in his solemn way. “It’s been a few years. I hope things have been going well.”
Maybe it was perverse of her, but Sheila ached to tie him to her bed and make him lose his calm while she sucked his soul out through his cock. She wondered if he would be the kind of guy who moaned and cussed during sex, if he was a dirty talker, or if he’d be silent as she rode him into oblivion.
“Thanks,” she said with a broad smile. “It has been a while, hasn’t it? The last time I saw you, I was still dating that horrible ex of mine, and we fought long-distance the whole time I was here. Being single is much better than dating the wrong person.”
Something shifted in his expression, and she hoped it meant her clumsy signal about her availability interested him. If not, she’d move on to the next guy who seemed likely to help her rack up her orgasm count before she saw Derek again.
“You look a little different,” he said after they chatted for a few minutes.
“I let my hair grow, and I got contacts.”
Self-conscious, she mentally reviewed her appearance.
Since she visited the ladies’ room after eating, she knew what he saw: fresh red lipstick she never would have worn before; tired eyes no longer hidden by glasses; and straight hair to her mid-back instead of shoulder-length the way her ex liked it.
“It looks good.”
Was it her imagination, or did he stare at her lips a little longer than was polite?
With any luck, his mind also flooded with images of her on her knees, her red lips wrapped around his swollen cock, his hands fisted in her long, dark hair.
Her mouth turned up in appreciation of both his compliment and her fantasy.
Two and a half hours later, their enlarged group scattered so everyone could change out of their professional wear.
They agreed to meet back in the hotel lobby in thirty minutes to head out to dinner first. Sheila fled to her room, grateful she brought some going-out attire this time instead of only her conference suits.
After a cold shower to wake herself up more, she donned one of her new dresses and freshened her lipstick before hastily tidying her hotel room.
Normally, she caught up on emails and turned in early on conference nights.
Sheila had never sought out a conference hookup before, and she was eager to pop that cherry.
Giddiness thrummed in her veins as she waited for the elevator to take her to the lobby.
The closer she got to the first floor, the more her clit throbbed with possibility.
She exited the elevator banks and started past the reservation desk.
Her heartbeat sped up with each step that brought her closer to a night of fun and freedom.
“Sheila, there you are. I was just about to call you.”
She spun towards the voice and stopped dead. Derek smiled and walked towards her.
“Surprise!”