~ At The Convention ~
by G. Roswall
It was very busy at the convention hall, crowded, people going about in every direction. My eyes were busy scanning through the masses. I just needed to find that one booth...
There! I saw it, the publishers stand I was looking for. I started my way through the crowd and finally managed to get close enough... and there she was, sitting by the desk, signing books... my favourite authoress, looking even more beautiful than her picture on the book cover.
I got in the very very long line, but since I had come all this way, just to get my copy of her book signed and get a small glimpse of her, there was no way I was going to let a this minor thing bother me. Besides, I was already in such a "mood", exited to say the least, so maybe this waiting would cool me off a bit. After all, I wanted to at least say thank you to her, maybe even the little line like "I love your books, you are absolutely the hottest writer to grace this earth". The one I had practised in front of the mirror for weeks now. Of course I knew that I probably wouldn't manage anything except thanks, but still...
The queue was moving in a slow pace and since I already had my copy of the book purchased earlier, fingers itching to open, I thought I had good time to browse through it a bit. You know, that untouched new book feel, so I carefully opened the first spread, then the second and read the dedications, the index, first page...
I must have been deep in reading, because the next thing I heard was a clearing of a throat in front of me. I looked up, only to be gazing into a pair of most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. I just stood there, staring, dumbstruck.
"Excuse me, miss... but did you want your book signed?" she asked me in a soft sexy voice.
I just stared at her, holding my breath, not able to utter one word, when someone gently nudged my arm.
"Come on luv, don't keep the lady waiting, give her your book" the woman behind me said.
I snapped out of the haze and uttered something of an apology and noticed her smiling at me. I gave her my book and she signed it, asking me, to what name I wanted the dedication to. I managed to utter my name out before flushing red like a lobster in a frying pan.
"Great, just great!" I thought "I Finally managed to haul my ass to a convention and practised my little line for weeks, and I'm scared stiff in front of her! I could just kick myself! And she is probably getting a good laugh out of this too... a funny anecdote to tell in mixed company!"
I managed to gather myself from the deep hole I had dug myself in and uttered a thanks. I left both quickly and embarrassed from the publishers stand, feeling like an idiot, trying to find an exit. I must have been in such a haze still, because I managed to get lost in the stairs somehow and found myself wandering in one of the corridors of the hotel the convention was held in. Trying to find my way back to the stairs, I must have taken the wrong turn and now only found more doors leading to rooms on hotel the floor. Almost panicking now, swearing inside my head for being the stupidest person in the whole wide world. Missing an opportunity to exchange words with my most favourite person, one I had admired for a long time, read all her books, followed her career... All gone due to my own lack of self-control and shyness. Still not able to find an exit, almost in the verge of bursting into tears... I heard a voice from behind me...
"Are you lost my dear?" the voice purred.
I froze on the spot. Forcing myself to turn around, gulping audibly, I managed to do that and not faint. There I was, once again, gazing into those eyes... beautiful, soulful eyes... I opened my mouth and nothing came out. The person in front of me smiled a very sensual, understanding smile.
"You look like you are in a need of a drink, I know I am..." she said "Come on, follow me, I won't bite" adding with a smirk "not much anyway!"
I could only nod and complied, following her to her room close by. She opened the room with her key card and before I knew what was happening...I was sitting in her hotel room, on her sofa, her right beside me, having a drink... with my favourite authoress.
I just could not believe my luck or what the hell was happening in the first place! I noticed her stretching out her feet, leaning back on the sofa, my eyes lingering, perhaps a tad too long, on that beautifully curvaceous soft body of hers. She must have noticed me staring, because she let out a small laugh and looked at me asking:
"Do you like what you see?"
Surprised, first of all myself for practically drooling over her form and of the straightforwardness of her question, I just looked at her, not able to respond. She leaned forward and gently caressed my chin with her fingers. My eyes wide as saucers, I just stared at her, not able to move, not wanting to move. It felt so good and out of this world... her touch on my face, the touch of my favourite authoress.
"I liked what I saw immediately when you appeared in front of me downstairs" she said with a husky low voice "I was a bit worried I might not see you again" she continued as she leaned closer to me, both practically breathing the same air now. Before I realised, her mouth was covering mine, tongue demanding entrance, which I gave gladly. The kiss was hot and demanding, her hands on me, sneaking under my clothes, caressing the naked flesh underneath. This was like a wet dream of mine come true. When we finally broke off for air, I pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. She let out a small laugh on my action and kissed the reddening spot.
"Had to make sure?" she asked coyly.
Getting a bit more at ease, I smirked at my own doings too.
"Yes" I replied "Just had to check if this was real and not me having a fantasy after fainting out there and banging my head or something."
We both laughed, guess that released the last of the tension been lingering there between us, well mainly me. She took my hand and led me to her bedroom. She gently guided me sitting on her bed and then left to what I think was the bathroom. I sat there, waiting, not sure what was expected of me, so I thought better just stay put.
After a few minutes I started to worry, she was still in there and me out here, but then I heard the water running, so I guessed she was taking a shower. Once again I decided to just wait. Unfortunately, all this waiting made me nervous as hell again, ready to bolt out the door, which I know I would regret for the rest of my life, but luckily, I was also scared stiff, nothing new for me there, so I just sat there, waiting... for my favourite authoress.
After what to me in my state seemed for a long time, the bathroom door was opened and she appeared in front of. dressed in a red silk gown... the outline of her body visible trough the thin material, nipples perked up... she was very naked underneath... I'm not sure if the drool was visible or not, but she let out a small smile and without a word offered her hand and guided me into the bathroom.
I was very surprised by what had transpired while she had been there; candles light, bathtub almost full with bubbling water and a bottle of wine and two glasses by the counter near the tub. I turned around to look at her, meeting a pair of beautiful and very hungry eyes, roaming my body... licking her full lips. She stepped closer and started undressing me. I tried to assist her, but she pushed my hand aside and once again I obeyed her, letting her control the situation, my favourite authoress.
When the final piece of clothing was off, she guided me into the now full tub, caressing me casually as I sat down in the bubbly water. She stood beside the tub and very slowly untied the belt of her robe and let it slowly slide from her beautiful, naked body... me drooling at the sight like some virgin teenager... that's how I felt in her presence. Very slowly stepping into the tub with me, letting me marvel on her luscious form, she then took the already filled glasses and handed one to me. We saluted and took a sip from the tasty wine.
After she put her glass away, she dove under water and I felt her hands on my legs, slowly caressing them under the water, making their way up and inside the thighs. My breathing getting heavier, my chest heaving and nipples perking between the bubbles. The water carrying us, it was easy to manoeuvre in the big tub. Slowly with a cat like grace, she started moving towards me, her eyes on my nipples, licking her wet lips... Moving closer and closer, until her lips grazed my hard nodule, peeking from under the water, circling it with her tongue, nipping with her teeth, a soft teasing touch, leaving me wanting more, when she did the same on the other...
Her mouth on my nipples, her hand caressing my thighs, inside of my thighs, with slow torturing movements... between them, towards the source of my wetness, evident even in the water. She slowly stroked my folds, my clit. Feather like touches, the slow teasing kind, you'd kill to get more of... Her hand and mouth on my breasts, making them hard aching for her touch. Taking a cube of ice from the wine cooler and slowly circling my hot nipples with the cold substance. I was on fire, despite of the ice she was applying on my hot and ready body.
She continued to torture my breasts, now her both hands and mouth busy on them.
She stopped all action making me let out a whimper from the loss of contact. Rising slowly from the water, her upper torso visible in all its beauty to me now, her tantalizing breasts swaying above my hungry mouth. But when I tried to capture them with my hands first, she grabbed my wrists and lifted my arms above my head, keeping them there with one hand, while caressing my face and neck with the other one. She moved to straddle my thigh and latched onto my nipple again, this time with more intent, than feel of wonderful torture. She sucked and licked, giving both equal attention, grinding her own passion into my thigh in the same tempo, her other hand snaking its way between my legs again, finding the awaiting wetness there.
The water started to slosh around and over the edges of the tub in the heat of our passion. I had little if nothing to do, expect to enjoy the ride she was letting me on... my favourite authoress. It didn't take long before we were both over the edge, in unison, crossing the finish line... on this first ride of ours tonight.
© g. roswall
email: gunilla.roswall@kolumbus.fi
web: http://www.kolumbus.fi/gunilla.roswall/
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