Southern Hospitality
By Char
I was in Atlanta Georgia at a gift show with one of the companies I represented. Dressed in a wine suit with a cream blouse and burgundy high heels, I was doing what we always did, pressing flesh and trying to get the customers interested in placing an order. This was say three of four and my feet were killing me not to mention the slight hangover from our bosses taking us out to Bones, a very nice steakhouse in Buck head. I am sure the steak was delicious but I know the martinis were strong. I barely remember getting back to my hotel and leaving a wake up call for 6am. Thank God I don't have to do too many road shows in a row or I would be a run down alcoholic. I am in my early thirties and very attractive if I do say so. I love to dress up for the shows and I love to feel as feminine as possible. I know it is an unfair advantage to the guys but that is who I am, oh yeah and a lesbian as well.
One great thing about Atlanta is that it draws people from the whole country but especially from the Southern states. Not to stereotype but I have found more hot looking women in the south than anywhere and their accents make me melt. That slow southern drawl and their southern charm really does a number on me. I was chatting with another sales rep, comparing this show to the last and comparing our sales to date to last years, basically batting the breeze when a woman walked into the booth with the greenest eyes I have ever seen. She had soft red hair which may account for the green eyes and was dressed in a green dress that made her pale skin look like peaches and cream. Her name tag said she was from North Carolina, I noticed it as I pounced on her before any other reps could. I offered her my hand and we held hands for a few moments while I introduced myself and the company. Her smile was a delight and her easy going demeanor disarmed me. I finally noticed we were still holding our handshake. I blushed as I pulled my hand away.
"No hurry Darlin" she said as she saw me flush. I was noticing how soft your hand is. What do you use to moisturize? I laughed a little, still slightly uncomfortable. Well last night it was gin. I meant this to distract her and unarm her in case she was nervous.
"I must apply some myself tonight "she said in the loveliest southern drawl. I realized I was getting hot and looked around to see if anyone else was paying attention. Being a lesbian was my well kept secrete.
"Perhaps you can help me apply the correct amount of gin to achieve such soft and subtle skin". Again I found myself flushed.
I tried desperately to get back on sales, taking her along the displays and pointing out the newer and hottest items. She played along but I noticed she was checking me out whenever I turned back to talk directly to her.
The last thing you want to do in a business situation is to read the signals wrong. It can be a disaster; I could end up fired if the customer should complain. I have to admit that I was ready to walk out with her and go straight to the hotel but I didn't dare chance it. What if she was just exuding southern charm and I made the wrong move.
We continued talking and I finally got her to say let's write an order. So for the next half hour we were tied at the hip, discussing this item or that. Her eyes kept searching deep into mine as we worked and I decided that if she gave me an opening I had to take it. I had checked out her breast, medium and firm, pert actually would be a better description. Her bottom was nice as well, not tiny but not overly large either. She had a great figure. By the time we put the order to rest, I was way past interested, and I wanted her in a bad way.
She shook my hand to thank me and say goodbye and again we held hands way too long. "So "she asked, do you have time for a cocktail after work or are you booked up with big customers."
I know I flushed again, but managed to get out a high pitched, "I would love to join you." We exchanged cell numbers and I watched her confidently walk away swaying her attractive behind as she went.
The rest of the afternoon flew by; I was lost in thought, re running out tet a tet and hoping she was as attracted to me as I was to her. Seven pm finally arrived and we grabbed our phones and purses and said our good nights. The rep from New York walked with me toward the door and managed to act subtle asking me if I wanted to join him for dinner. I politely blew him off and got to the line for the shuttle bus back to my hotel.
While I watched the full bus pull away I realized we might be awhile getting to the room, so I dialed Dianne's number. It rang five times before she answered. My heart was in my throat when her soft drawl said, "Dianne here. Hi, this is Char for earlier; we talked about possibly having a drink after the show?
"Why I was hopping you would call, you were such a delight to work with. Do you know Atlanta?"
I am at the Embassy Suites, but I can take a cab anywhere, just name it.
I am very near the convention center and headed back to my hotel; do you know the Adams Mark? I laughed because I could see the hotel from where I stood. "I am looking right at it; I am in line for the shuttle bus, at the convention center.
"Stay right there young lady and I will be out-front in two shakes. I am in a bright yellow four door Jaguar sedan.
The line went dead. I bowed out of my place in line and moved to a vantage point where I could see incoming traffic. Sure enough in just a few minutes, Dianne pulled up right in front of me, her channel sunglasses hiding her green eyes.
I hoped in and closed the door, turned to face her and we both smiled.
"Is gin your drink of choice?" I know a quiet lounge that makes the perfect martinis."
"Sounds lovely."
There was a momentary lag in the conversation and I took advantage of it to check out her silky legs, the car seat had her skirt jacked up so their was a lot of flesh exposed. I think erotic moments like this are what make romance so much fun.
She slyly half turned her face and smiled, catching me staring. "That's why I drive a stick, I like the feel of my skin on the leather as I change gears and she dropped it down one and swung around a pickup that was doddling.
I was oddly comfortable with her in control, she was enjoying my company and I was enjoying her very feminine manner. When she shifted back into forth, her hand glazed my thigh, slightly pulling up my skirt. She half glanced over and smiled widely. Now I was sure we were on a date.
We pulled into a brick parking lot next to a small joint called Ramon's and parked. She switched off the engine and quickly turned and planted a kiss on my lips. I was momentarily stunned but my hands found her waist, the small of her back and I kissed her back. She tasted like heaven, like she was brand new off the showroom floor. Her scent added even more power to the kiss. She pulled off her shades and with those intense green eyes, she look deep inside me and said, "I didn't want you to have to wonder inside if we were on the same page. I intend to do my best to seduce you and at the very least get you drunk."
I smiled and reached around to pull her body to mine and kissed her deeply again. "I was hopping you would."
Inside Ramon's was just like you would imagine it, a nicely appointed bar with dark leather trim and several intimate red leather booths in dim lights. Dianne led the way; I followed admiring her sexy walk and nice behind. We took a quiet booth away from the small crowd and scooted in sitting pretty close to each other.
A nice gentleman came over to take our order and we gave him our full attention.
"Welcome to Ramon's, we have a full bar but our house specialty is a dry Gin Martini, what would you ladies like?"
We dispatched him to bring us martinis and he no sooner left before I felt Dianne's hand on my knee, slowly sliding under my skirt. I have to say I was surprised by how hot his made me. Sitting in a public room with a gorgeous woman's fingers approaching my special spot. I blushed because I suddenly felt moist in anticipation. Her eyes said it all; she knew I was as excited as she was.
"We could skip the drinks"? I managed to get out.
"Anticipation is the strongest aphrodisiac I do believe, she drawled and slowly stopped her fingers short of their destination and slowly caressed my inner thigh as she withdrew her hand.
Our drinks showed up just then and we smiled and chit chatted with the waiter. He guessed we were here with the convention and offered his services as a local should we need any directions or advice. We thanked him and he left.
During the conversation I felt Dianne's stocking foot caress y ankle and calf, the feel of nylon against nylon was a very pleasant one indeed.
"I think we should go by your hotel room after this and get your pj's; I think we girls should have a sleepover. You might want to bring you outfit for tomorrow as well.
Her smile was not only beautiful but mischievous as well. We toasted to Atlanta and tasted one of the best martinis I have ever had.
I suddenly giggled out loud, thinking of me in jamies when I knew we would be naked as jaybirds hungry for each others flesh all night.
When she questioned me I laughed and said jamies, good one!"
We stayed for a second round and flirted shamelessly with each other, I went to pick up the tab but Dianna's hand grasped mine and said, "Tonight is on me."
Back in her Jaguar we kissed briefly then drove off. I was inebriated and not really caring where we were headed. My head laid back on the headrest I was just feeling content.
At the first red light a jacked up pick up pulled up next to us and a sleeveless guy hung out the window and said something lewd to me, Dianna only smiled and leaned over and kissed me full on the lips, placing her hand on my left breast for the first time. The two red necks hooted and hollered and took off laying rubber. Most likely we made their night. We laughed and giggled about how they would go home and masturbate to the fantasy we gave them and then we pulled into a Nordstrom's parking lot.
I gave Dianne a questioning look and she said, "Come on, andlet's have some fun."
We walked in to the store and she led me straight to the lingerie section, "You do need some jimmies, she giggled. Well flannel jamies were the last thing on her mind, she picked out a couple silk nightgowns and asked me to try them on. I was in no mood to argue so I went in the changing room. I decided to come out and have a look in the mirror, the gown felt so lovely I wondered if it looked as good as it felt. I was at the full length mirror when Dianna came up behind me and placed her arms around my waist. She held my hips and adjusted the materiel a little as if fitting me but she was actually using it as an excuse to whisper in my ear. "I don't know why I am buying you this, because I just want to get you out of it. You look so sexy; I could eat you up right here."
I now knew I would have to buy the nightgown, I was so wet, I would be afraid to return it to the rack, it must smell of me because my hormones were in high gear. I looked at Dianne's reflection in the mirror and wanted to turn around and kiss her right there. I hurriedly went back to change, but before I could come out, Dianne knocked and when I opened the door a crack she handed me a charcoal Hastens suit and a mauve silk blouse. "Try them on for me?"
Well who was I do argue I slipped the skirt over my slip and carefully unbuttoned and rebut toned the blouse, then put on the jacket. It felt wonderful, such fine materiel, I came out to show Dianne and she beamed. Now we can skip your hotel and I can take to my place for that sleepover.
We argued slightly about her paying for these cloths but in the end she was so happy and wanted to do it so badly that I gave in. On the way toward the door, Dianne stopped and picked up two sets of matching panties and bras, verifying my size and not taking a no for an answer. We walked out into the humid night air, me waltzing on air, her so happy I just wanted to hold her. Tossing the packages in the back seat, we were off. "I think tonight calls for Champaign don't you?" She swerved off the main street into a liquor store parking lot. Moments later she returned with a sack and she got in and kissed me quickly on the lips.
At the Adams Mark we strolled through the lobby and up to the 12th floor where we found our way to her room. Once the door closed, I Pushed my body against her, forcing her back to the door and french kissed her deeply. My fingers reaching all over at once, feeling her breast, her hips and her wonderful ass cheeks. She was a perfect creation. We kissed for a few more moments and she said, "Go ahead and freshen up and get on your nightgown and I will pour the Champaign."
As promised, when I returned to her suite, she had the lights low and was waiting with two glasses of bubbly. I fell into her arms as we embraced and smiled in contentment as she held me. We sat on a loveseat, my body leaning into hers and we moaned in pleasure as we sipped the Champaign. Her hands wandered here and there, feeling my body under the nightgown, and the silk felt like pure heaven where ever she touched me.
Dianne gave me a peck and excused herself, "Please help yourself to the Champaign, I will just be a minute." I closed my eyes for a second at least I thought it was a second and I heard a soft noise. I opened my eyes to see Dianne in emerald green panties and matching bra, backlit by the bathroom light, her skin was the creamiest color I have ever seen and her eyes picked up the color of her lingerie and sparkled like jewels. I nearly came right on the spot. I got up and walked to her and embraced, kissing her gently, wanting to stretch out the moment. She had just applied more perfume, not much but a hint mixing with her womanly scent, I nestled my face in the crook of her neck and tried to drink her in. My thoughts running wild wanting to taste her entire body.
We kissed deeply and our hands explored each other and our breathing became heavy. We moved toward the bed and I eased her down on the crisp sheets. She looked like an angle, her red hair splayed out across the white linen. I bent down and kissed her breast in turn through the bra, and could feel her nipples harden. I kissed her soft chest and belly and the faint scent of her womanhood filled my nose and I knew I was going to have her under my control very soon. I just wanted to feel her writhe in ecstasy as she orgasmed while I tasted her most intimate fluids. She had me in a trance.
I felt the nightgown lift up over my hips and I paused just long enough to let it slip over my head. I slowly pealed down her panties and kissed the newly exposed skin as I did and I felt by bra come off. She so subtly lifted her hips just enough for her panties to slide off. I then kissed her moist pussy, like her lips were the lips on her face, I lip to lip kissed her until she squirmed and brought her hips toward my mouth signaling she wanted more. I could feel her warm fingers massaging my breast and fingering my nipples. I took my finger and thumb and opened her labia and exposed her clit. It was pink and moist and begging me to lick it. Her hips practically moved it into my mouth. I felt her hands grab my hips and turn me around so she could reach my sex. I slowly buried my face in her moist sex and let my tongue swirl around and around her clit. Now she moaned softly with pleasure and I felt my panties come off.
I continued to eat her sweetness and she continued to push her hips into my mouth, swaying and gyrating as if to get a better position. Suddenly I felt her mouth on my clit and I nearly exploded. I was so sexually charged up anyway form loving this woman that when she touched my clit I shivered in pleasure. We both moaned and suddenly I knew I couldn't hold back any longer and I felt her clit force its way against my tongue just as I let go in ecstasy. She moaned and bucked and had an orgasm as well. We must have stayed in a state of pleasure for several minutes until I felt her body relax as her hips slowly fall back to the sheets. I turned and climbed on top of her, breast to breast and we kissed deeply and moaned in mutual pleasure. I fell off to the side and laid my head on her chest, satisfied but in a state of total lust. I drank in her sent, the taste of her in my mouth, her light sweat on her skin and the wonderful perfume all mixed in one wonderful cocktail. I know I was smiling but I didn't have to strength feel it. Dianne had given me the most memorable sex of my life.