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another, his mind worked. He moved back into his booth
where he inserted himself into someone else's conversation.
     
    ****
     
    Emily was still in her room. She had taken a
hot shower to try and wash the chilling encounter with Mitch off
her. She composed herself, and convinced herself that Mitch
couldn't possibly put two and two together. The fright subsided.
She talked herself into feeling no longer scared of being
compromised. Be careful, she reasoned to herself. Her words to
herself had the desired effect. She calmed down. Feeling better,
she thought about Robert, and what, if anything, she wanted to do
next. Thinking that Robert was probably down in the large ballroom
where the conference booths were, she called his room, thinking
that she would just leave a message.
     
    "Hello?" Said Robert. He was in his room when
she called. Surprised but quick to recover, she asked how the
"floor" was. He responded with the usual "walked around" and
"talked to some people" with no intention of bringing up the
encounter with Mitch. He returned the question asking what she did,
and she responded with much the same, not divulging the
conversation she had with the man from Millennium that unnerved her
so much. His voice relaxed her. The safety of her room and the hot
shower served to get her back to thinking about this handsome man
in the next room. She could almost smell him. The warm sensation
between her legs made her ask Robert if he'd like to come over "If
he wasn't too busy, that is." He joked about checking his schedule,
but then laughed and reminded her "Remember, I'm free the rest of
the show." Any formal commitment on his part was over.
     
    Mitch, Jr. just returned from the front desk
and immediately went over to the hotel restaurant where he ordered
a bottle of champagne, iced, in a bucket, on a cart. His sly smile
never left his face.
     
    Robert knocked on her door. He looked around
behind him, his eyes darting left and right. Nobody is watching.
Her door opened. There she was, still in her bathrobe. She
apologized weakly for her appearance, knowing she was wearing
exactly what he wanted. He laughed and said maybe he should be
wearing his so they could match. They embraced right away. They
kissed deeply and passionately. They both understood that
conversation could come later. Now, it was about making love. She
tugged at his belt buckle, loosening his buttoned pants as he
unbuttoned his dress shirt. His jacket was already on the floor. He
kicked his shoes off as his pants dropped to his ankles. Naked,
they fell on her bed and continued to kiss. She moaned softly,
saying, "I missed you." He responded, "I've couldn't get you off my
mind." He kissed her neck, making his way down to her firm breasts,
where he kissed, licked, and sucked them. Her moaning grew louder.
He made his way down to her navel, kissing and licking along the
way. Then down to her thighs, kissing each alternately, his tongue
finding its way up to her sweet spot. He found it with his tongue.
Emily's moaning was now pronounced. She could not tell how loud she
was. His tongue darted and licked and her moans continued. Her
athletic body writhed in pleasure. Robert looked up at her. Her
eyes were closed. She was in a world of ecstasy. Nobody had ever
tasted her like he did. He knew she was getting close. His arms
were around her legs, holding onto her hips. He held on tightly as
her hips rose in rhythm. She orgasmed quietly, holding all her
release in as she held her breath. She rocked from side to side,
trying to release all the pent up energy her orgasm provided. Her
thighs locked his head in place, and her hands held his head with a
firm grip.
     
    Emily exhaled deeply. She extended her legs
fully to either side of him. She still cupped his head in her
hands, gradually pulling him up to her face where she kissed him
deeper than ever. She could taste her own taste. It was the first
time for that. She reached down to feel his penis. It was hard.
Pushing