The conference itself was in a huge ballroom, next to this one, round tables scattered the room, with 8 seats at each table and at least 50 tables in the main hall. I was escorted to the front of the room, with Michele in tow, there was reserved seating for me, as I was speaking today, and they made an adjustment for Michele when asked, so we could sit together.
The room filled with people, and grew louder and louder as more filed in. I quickly reviewed slides one more time to remember the transitions, and made small talk with Michele. She was so professional, making our best attempt at covering the desperate passion for each other that lay just beneath the surface inside us.
The ‘host’ of the week, came to me briefly. She explained that one extra slide had been added to my presentation to introduce the next speaker. It would be my responsibility to cover that when I was done. Simple enough, I thought.
The conference began moments later, Michele and I turned our chairs to face the stage where I would be standing in a moment. After a brief overview of the week by our ‘host’, and some excitement shared about the information to come over the next few days, my introduction came.
Through the polite, and surprisingly loud applause, I walked briskly to the podium and surveyed the vast room with nearly 400 people all staring at me. I stood confidently, with still really no idea what I was about to say.
My eyes drifted from the crowd to the little pregnant blonde beauty in the front row. Sitting in her red and white striking outfit, enthusiastically clapping and smiling at me. She passed along a confidence to me that I didn’t even know I needed. ‘Let’s Go!’ I thought internally as I brought up the first slide.
The next 15 minutes we’re a blur as I was both grinding through somewhat unfamiliar information, but also picking up quickly on a theme that I could feel comfortable with. My humor helped, making jokes now and again kept people engaged.
I looked down as I continued to the next slide, I made eye contact with Michele. Our table had been at the front of the room, and our seats closest to the stage. So from where she sat, all 400 attendees were, in a way, seated behind her.
Michele slid down a bit in her chair, I curiously watched her as I continued my presentation. She spread her legs a little, and I felt my voice catch in my throat briefly. I pressed on, but couldn’t pull my eyes from Michele. From my position on the stage, I could now see under her skirt, just past her knees. I looked back at her face, she smiled that devilish grin I’d become familiar with.
I turned, trying to continue my presentation and focus on the next slide. Discussing data points on a table that related to my speaking notes.
I looked again, she spread her legs wider. I tried to be casual in my glance, but I could now see the lace of the top of her white thigh high stockings, hugging her creamy thighs. Standing in front of 400 people, my cock reflexively pulsed once in my pants.
‘Focus Scott’ I told myself, as I rolled into the next slide and shared some more information, I needed to walk toward the screen and point out something specific. As I did, when I looked at Michele again, she licked her lips at me and spread her legs even further.
Just past those white stockings and creamy soft thighs, I saw part of Michele that I was intimately familiar with. Michele had spread wide enough to give me a perfectly clear view up her skirt, of her completely bare and beautiful pussy.
Even from 20 or so feet away, I could see her perfectly sculpted lips, along the soft ridge that parted them, a glistening that was already forming along her slit. She was turned on, and secretly letting me know it. My cock pulsed in my pants for her again. Standing in front of 400 people, I felt it move an inch down my leg, throbbing and lengthening in my pants. I tripped over my words and paused to try and focus.
I moved behind the podium to hide my increasingly embarrassing state and gather myself. ‘Don’t look at Michele’ I told myself. I took a breath and continued, making through several slides before I couldn’t help it anymore, and looked down at her again.
Thankfully, she’d sat back up and pulled her legs closed, slipping her skirt lower. I mean, part of me desperately wanted to see her flashing me again, but I really needed her holding it together so I could finish. She smirked at me but was the consummate professional again as I continued through the rest of the presentation.
I completed my portion, we had a short question and answer session with the audience, and after that, I came to the last slide. I looked at the teleprompter and started to read.
“Thank you for your attention. Now it’s with great pleasure, that I introduce our next guest. For over 10 years she has been consulting with some of the most reputable companies in the world. She’s has authored and co-authored 12 books on this subject. She has worked with over 200 law enforcement agencies including the FBI and CIA. She is an expert in the field of Behavioral Psychology. She lives in Southern California with her husband of 15 years and two children. She currently serves as the Dean of Behavioral Psychology at the University of Southern California. It is my pleasure to introduce-” my next word caught in my throat, and I had to clear it before reading the name. This wasn’t possible, I could not believe it, holy fucking shit…….”Doctor Valerie Montiff.”
Applause began as my jaw dropped and eyes went wild searching the room for her face. How was this possible? It didn’t take more than a second to find her, as she stood up from the next table from where Michele was sitting. It was her, the woman who sat across the aisle from Michele and I on the flight from Dallas. She’d watched Michele inhale my cock in our first class seats, and made a show her rubbing herself to completion, even tasting her own juices. She’d pulled down her pants later into the flight and exposed her bare pussy to both of us. This incredibly sexual woman we thought was a total stranger was now the woman I had just introduced as a key note speaker. Oh my God, this could be embarrassing for all of us. I must have gone completely pale, nervous as she got closer.
She approached the stage and began up the stairs. The long dark hair was pulled up in a clip. Her dark brown eyes sparkled from across the stage, her large breasts only slightly concealed under the coat of her pants suit, and her big round ass that I remembered was stretching these suit pants as well. She approached me swiftly, confidently, and when we shook hands, she made eye contact with me and pulled me close enough to say something only I could hear.
“This was unexpected,” she started, “but it doesn’t change anything. I still want dinner with you two, and make is soon.” She pulled my ear closer to her mouth, “Ever since you stepped on this stage my pussy has been throbbing again, aching for more, and I expect you and Michele to do something about that.”