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                                          Conference Ball, The
                                               					
           I once went to a conference in another part of the country.  I met many people
             who I'd known from afar in the past.  You know how it is the day before a
             conference starts.  People hang out in the bar and the lobby.  I met some
              friends, and noticed this tall, quiet man who was with them.  We sort of
             watched one another as we engaged in a six-way conversation.  I thought he
              was cute, but, then I think MOST men are.  I am generally just a looker.
                      Finally, someone said, "Oh, Jane, this is Len Josephs."
             "Len!  Wow!  I've always wanted to meet you!" We shook hands, but wound up
             hugging one another.  Len and I had exchanged some mail years before, and
            admired one another's work.  Instantly, I wanted to take him to bed.  It was
              quite a shock because I don't normally feel that strongly about someone
                 seconds after meeting him.  It was literally lust at first touch.
             Since we had friends in common, we went to dinner together.  Now, I'm not
             the sort of woman who picks men up.  It simply had never happened before.
             I'd had the occasional extra-marital lover, but it had always been with a
              friend, not with someone I'd just met.  I fought with myself all during
              dinner.  How obvious could I be with him about the way I felt?  Could I
              actually say to him, "I'd love to make love with you."?  While Len and I
             wound up sitting together at dinner, and while he made me laugh a lot, he
              seemed to back off when my knee rested against his.  Well, I knew he was
              married, so maybe he didn't fool around.  Still, I felt like someone had
            shot me full of speed.  I shook like crazy, and felt about ready to fly off
                                  the chair, just looking at him.
             After dinner, he went back to his room.  I went back to my room.  I paced
            around a lot.  He'd given his friends his room number, and I'd memorized it.
             I walked to the elevator, went to his floor and stood before his door.  I
                   raised my hand to knock...then turned and returned to my room.
            I guessed I wasn't the sort of woman who can knock on a man's door, without
                             a reason other than to ask "Wanna fuck?".
            Suddenly, I realized I had a book he'd expressed some interest in at dinner.
            I took the book and practically bolted back to his room.  This time, my hand
               connected with the door.  When he opened the door, he had a genuinely
               shocked expression on his face, but I talked over it.  "I'm sorry if I
             disturbed you, but I thought you'd be interested in seeing this." I said,
                          going into his room without further invitation.
             "Oh, no problem.  I was just resting." We sat down on the beds and looked
               at the book together.  Eventually, I sat on the bed beside him.  As we
            looked at the book, we sat closer and closer together.  Finally, he took my
              hand and squeezed it hard.  "I'm going over to Lori's party for a while.
                                  Do you want to come back later?"
            "Oh, yes!  I don't normally do this sort of thing, but I really want to come
                                               back."
                          "I don't want to stay over there for TOO long."
              "Me neither." We stood up and kissed.  As hot as I felt, he felt hotter.
            But it didn't show on his face the way it had to be showing on mine.  I kept
                            feeling myself turning red in front of him.
                                    "What about precautions...."
                    "Well, I'm not too concerned.  My period ended yesterday..."
                                 "I'd better go get some condoms."
             I felt severely embarrassed, being a college-educated, Planned-Parenthood
            trained woman.  At least if I was on the verge of behaving irresponsibly, I
              had the good luck to find someone who WASN'T.  "You're absolutely right.
                                         Sorry about that."
                    "It's OK," he kissed me again, his tongue brushing my lips.
               I dashed back to my room, slipped into something more comfortable (yet
            socially acceptable), and went to Lori's room.  Many old friends were there,
             but I couldn't engage in coherent conversation.  My thoughts and eyes kept
             drifting to Len, who sat in a corner, talking.  Finally, after a day-long
              half hour, I went out of the party and down to the bar.  I kept calling
            Len's room, to see if he'd gotten the hint and had returned to his room.  No
            dice.  After yet another overly long half-hour, I returned to the party.  He
             was still there.  Whew!  I wandered the party a bit, then returned to the
                               hallway.  Len followed after a moment.
                        "I thought you'd changed your mind." he said sadly.
                         "God no.  I just can't sit still.  Can we go now?"
             "Yes." We walked to the elevator, relieved that there was no one in it.  I
            took his hand, but we dropped hands as soon as the door opened on his floor.
                 No one was in the hall either, so we walked to his room together.
            We were both nervous.  I ran to the bathroom.  He turned on the TV.  "Can we
                    turn it off?" I asked, turning on the light across the room.
             "I don't mind." I turned the set off and joined him on the bed.  We kicked
             off our shoes and laid back, just holding hands and watching each other at
              first.  His hands were large and bony and very strong.  I suppose I have
            something of a hand fetish, because just stroking his hands really turned me
                                                on.
             As we kissed, his tongue filled my mouth, and I sucked on his tongue until
              my lips were sore.  He played with the straps of my dress, reaching his
             hand into the front to play with my bra.  He took off the dress, but had a
              little problem with the bra---it was one of those strapless affairs with
             innumerable hooks.  He took the bra off and suckled hard on my breasts.  I
             lay back on the bed, caressing his neck and beginning to moan in pleasure.

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              I finally sat up enough to help him off with his clothes.  I had as much
            trouble with his sansa-belt slacks as he'd had with my bra earlier.  But he
              helped out, and I found him hard and hot.  He lay on top of me, his cock
             rubbing against my underpants.  My clit began trembling against his heat.
              He reached inside, stroking my clitoris.  "You're so wet," he murmurred.
            "I'm not usually THIS bad..." I said, running my hands up and down his back.
           My underpants were literally dripping from six hours of thinking about him and
            a half hour of foreplay.  Already, waves of pleasure were streaming through
                my body.  I remembered some of the net jokes about "If this is just
             foreplay, tonight is going to kill me."  I wondered what my husband would
                           think if I died in the arms of another man...
            I leaned forward and tentatively took his penis in my mouth.  He was longer,
            but narrower than what I was used to.  He moaned, working my underpants off.
                     I sucked on him harder, feeling his cock get even hotter.
             He pushed me off, laying me back and spreading my legs.  "Aren't you going
                   to go down on me?" I asked watching him grab for his condoms.
                                "I wasn't sure if you wanted that."
                                   "Not want it??!  Please, do!"
             He fell between my legs, his pointed tongue pushing hard against my clit.
              I became even wetter, some from his tongue, but mostly from my incredibe
             rate of arousal.  His tongue was very forceful, feeling more like a slick
             finger than a tongue.  He licked me out, his tongue darting in and out of
                                             my vagina.
              Finally he rose, and put the condom on effortlessly.  He knelt and slid
            very slowly into me, like someone using an iron poker to make a fire flare.
             I pulled him in tight, feeling about ready to explode.  Very gradually, we
                moved together.  I pulled my legs up to let him in ever further.  We
             shifted around quite a bit, and I took some time on top, pressing my hips
             into his.  An orgasm hit me so hard that my knees went weak, and I fell on
                                   my arms to avoid hitting him.
             We flipped over again, and he began pumping into me vigorously.  He pulled
             up my leg and wrapped it wround his shoulder.  His face, usually so bland,
              positively glowed as I came again.  I couldn't stop moaning.  He finally
               came, rolling aside and stroking my belly. The whole lower half of my
                          body spasmed, and I couldn't speak for a moment.
                                 "Same time, next year?" he asked.
                "Oh!"  We held onto one another, giggling.  "It's funny...that's the
                                  kind of lover I always wanted."
              I was amazed by how quickly he was ready to come again.  I was certainly
               more than ready myself!  As we made love again, every nerve in my body
             trembled.  My body throbbed in utter pleasure.  The experience reminded me
              of a very long weekend my then-boyfriend (now husband) shared long ago.
            We attempted to sleep together.  He was far more successful than I.  I found
            it impossible to sleep when I was tingling so much.  I finally drifted off.
            When I woke up, I saw his eyes looking down on me.  "Good morning," he said,
               his soft voice arousing me as much as his touch had the night before.
                       "Hi."  I reached up and started playing with his hair.
                                   "How are you?"  He kissed me.
            "I'm tired...but terrific otherwise." I kissed him back hard, noticing that
            his penis was standing at attention under his pajamas.  "Do you want to...?"
             "Hmmm..." He took off his pajamas.  I took off my slip, he put on a condom
            and was inside me instantly.  My orgasm built quickly, and I kept trying to
            muffle myself, worrying that I might wake up the folks in the next room.  I
                           sucked on his fingers, trying to quiet myself.
             When we were done, I clung to him.  The notion of leaving him tore at me.
               But, I knew we both had roommates to consider for the duration of the
            conference, and various responsibilities.  I kept telling him how wonderful
            he'd been, and he kept telling me how exhausted he felt.  Finally, I knew I
            had to leave, so I kissed him goodbye and went to my room for a much-needed
                                  shower and a change of clothes.
              I ran into him often over the next week.  I particularly remember joking
              with him in the bar the next night, with our respective roommates almost
             within earshot.  That night, after being awake for nearly two days, I laid
               down on my bed as my roommate brushed her teeth in the bathroom.  Just
              lying down made my whole body quake, as if he were laying beside me and
              taking me from behind.  It was as if I was in bed with a demon.  I don't
            think my roommate heard my sudden, load moan.  I bit my lips and shifted my
             position.  It was so strange to feel myself coming without being touched,
                      but them, the previous 24 hours had been pretty strange.
               Len and I never could work out a reunion that week.  In some ways, it
               didn't matter.  The night with him sent my body into what felt like a
             two-month orgasm.  I could feel his cock slide into me, or his tongue move
              against my clit.  I spent much of that week blushing.  For two months, I
               couldn't make love with my husband without feeling Len.  That was very
             frustrating, because Len and I could never be any more than long distance
               lovers.  But after about two months, I approached love-making with my
             husband with renewed zeal, and started appreciating him again for the fine
                                         lover that he is.
                     And Len?  He turned out to be a terrific one-night stand.
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