the Leathermines

The holidays were done.  The dull winter had set in, many people leaving their lights and decorations up to keep the festive air going.  It was back to the routine of work for many.

Mark was helping Jackie pack.  They were going away for almost two weeks, but not on vacation.  There was a convention in Miami that they and two others from the company were going to, the four of them to man the booth in the vender’s hall and schmooze with as many potential clients as possible.

“Are you sure this is what he wants you to wear?”  Mark held up one of the new shirts, looking at how little fabric there was in them, even though they were still a size 20.

Jackie nodded.  “The skirts are short, too.  I’m not sure why Frank insisted, but Mary and I had to go shopping, and it was on the company dime, too.”

Mark refolded the shirt and put it in the large suitcase.  “I think he is micromanaging with this.  A new outfit for every day at the convention?  Phil and I had to do that, too.”

Jackie sealed the top of the clear bag and tossed her jewelry into the luggage.  “I know I don’t want to spend $30 to get a shirt laundered at the hotel.”

Mark blinked.  “Wow.  Maybe I’ll put in a few extra...”

Jackie laughed.  She was happy.  She was happy they were both going, and able to share a room.  She was also happy that her Mother had liked him, and had not started in on asking when they were getting married, at least until the last day she was there.

“I saw that you had some new shirts, too.”

Mark looked up shyly.  He nodded and said, “They are a little tight, but both Phil and I have them.  They have the company logo on them, so we have to wear them.”

Jackie put the clear bag with the second pair of heels in the luggage.  “Why Phil?  He has been in the company only three months and does samples accounting.  Not that I am objecting.  You two make a pair-”

Mark stepped to Jackie and kissed her.  “You know I’ve wanted to see you with him.  It would be almost like watching me with you.”

She giggled like a teen and kissed him.  It felt so different from before he had made it clear to her that he wanted her and loved her.  Mark had let Jackie come out of her shell, and to let herself have permission to grow in many ways.  “We will have to see how the timing works out down there...”

His arms were around her, his hands on her round ass.  “I don’t know even the slightest how to bring something like that up with him.”

“If it happens, it happens.”  Jackie kissed his chin and turned in his arms, his hands sliding on her hips and then holding her to him as she tried to put another pair of shoes into a clear bag.  He started to grind slightly into her and she had to steady herself on the closet door.

“We have an hour until the car comes to pick us up...”  Mark’s voice was full of lust and promise.  His hand went from her stomach to her breast and started to fiddle with the button holding her shirt closed over her breasts.

“Mark!”  She gasped as he slid his hand in and started to grope her breast.  “We only have an hour!  I already took a shower, hun.  You cum like a racehorse and I don’t have time-”

He turned her around and reached into his pocket.  “I am a boy scout.”  A condom was in his hand.

She laughed.  “Oh, Mark.  I am glad you want to.  So do I, but we don’t have time.”

He pouted.  “Please?”  He started to pull her to the bed.  “I will buy you something while we are down there.”

Jackie felt his hands pushing up her skirt and she could not really object.  They had not had the time to be together for three days and it had been distracting working together and not being able to do anything about it.  “What will you buy me?”

He grinned as he pushed her panties to the side and felt how ready she was.  “One of those Miami Bikini’s.  Postage stamp sized.”

She used the strength that she had been gaining with the weightlifting and pushed him onto the bed.  “You wouldn’t dare.”

Mark’s hands were on himself, pulling his hard cock from his pants and pushing the pants and underwear down slightly to keep Jackie’s juices from staining his travel clothes.  “Bright purple with yellow polkadots.”

Jackie was straddling Mark as he put the condom on.  “I will use it as a slingshot and throw muffins at your window every morning.”  She gasped as he slid into her.

“You want to make me go off...my...regimen.”  Mark was thrusting up into Jackie and holding onto her hips.

“Fuck you,” Jackie panted as she rolled her hips in time to Mark’s thrusts.  “You eat twice, ah, as much as I do and don’t gain, ah!  Don’t gain anything.”

He smiled as he said, “That’s because I have to keep pace with...  Augh!  You!”  Mark’s fingers held onto Jackie tight as he started to cum.  He went as fast as he could, trying to get her to cum, too, but he knew it was not enough.

They were panting into each other’s mouths.  Jackie was still moving slightly, feeling Mark’s cock shrink inside her.  He groaned and she knew she had to move before the condom slipped out.

“Now I am going to be horny for the trip.  Thank you, hun.”

Mark shakily took off the condom and put it into the wrapper before putting it into the trash beside the bed.  “Two bikini’s.”

Jackie slapped his ass when he stood, both of them smiling.

 

“I feel stupid.”

Mary was the one to say it, but they all were feeling it.  They were waiting in line for their cab, having walked through the Miami International Airport, dragging too much luggage behind them, their winter coats and such still on.  It was hot and miserable, but the only way to be able to get everything to the taxi stand.

They had reserved a car from one of the rental agencies, but when they went to pick it up, they found that it was a two-seater convertible.  Not even big enough to put one person and their luggage in.  Nothing else was available.  Hence, the taxi.

They let several go by until a minivan taxi pulled up.  The luggage fit in the back, the people in the front, but barely.  If Jackie wasn’t good friends with Mary and sleeping with Mark, it would have been embarrassing.  Jackie was in the middle of the bench, with the other’s arms and legs not just close, but weaving with hers to make enough room.  Phil had the front passenger seat and tried not to look back at the other three.

The trip into Miami Beach was uneventful, once they were on the main causeway.  Mark was the only one of the four who knew that Miami Beach was off the coast of Florida, on an island.  The causeway went past and over several smaller islands, showing off the ships and water.  Jackie wished she could see more, but being in the middle, couldn’t see much more than her travel partners.

There was more traffic in Miami Beach proper.  A bit improper in some ways as both women saw people wearing less than they would have in the middle of summer back home.  The windows went down and the sounds, smells and festive nature of the afternoon in Miami flowed through the taxi.

The hotel was only a block from the convention center, and had a small selection of rooms.  It was towered over by some of the others around it, but they were happy to have a place to stay.  The lobby was open, the lounging people on one side sipping thick coffee or wine as they listened to a vocalist in the garden on the other side of the open windows.  The travelers were tired and wished they were sitting and having drinks, too.

“...What do you mean there are only two rooms?”

Mary, as the senior manager, took on the role of Queen Bitch when it was found that it had been booked as two couples, not three rooms.  She could not squeeze another room out of them.  She was able to get them to change one of the rooms to one with two beds, even if they were singles.

“I like you, Phil, but I am not going to sleep in the same bed as you.”

He rubbed the side of his nose, a sign he was confused.  “Why don’t you girls just bunk together and Mark and I can get the other room.”

Jackie smiled as Mark leaned over and whispered into Phils ear.  The newest member of the team blushed and Mary laughed as Phil grabbed his suitcase and turned towards the stairs.

“What did you tell him?”  Jackie was looking at the way their room was laid out, the tub hidden only by a curtain from the king-sized bed.

“That I wasn’t sure if he was going to get any sleep with me sneaking you into the room to have sex.”

They both laughed.  It didn’t take long to empty the luggage, and to see what had been left behind because of their last minute distractions.  Jackie held up the only pair of clean underwear she had and shook it at Mark.

“See?  I knew it wasn’t a good idea.”

Mark put down his shoes and took the panties from her hand.  He held her and said, “I’ll hand wash them every night.”

Jackie shook her head.  “No.  And I am not going panty-less with those short skirts.  I’m already nervous enough that I won’t be wearing hose.”  Jackie could feel why, with the Florida heat and humidity building up in the pantyhose she was wearing.

They both changed into lighter clothing, Mark wearing some shorts and Jackie putting on one of the new skirt and shirt outfits.  They went down to the lobby and waited for the other two.  Jackie checked with the desk and found that there was a boutique about three blocks away that should have what she was looking for.

“I was told they have bathing suits, too.”

Mark smiled until his dimple looked like it was going to stay no matter what happened.  “Postage stamp.”

Mary came into the lobby to see Jackie ball up her fist and punch Mark in the stomach.  It wasn’t a light tap, either.  “Hey!  We need him!”

Mark held up his hand and laughed, even as he gasped out, “I deserved it.  I am threatening her with getting a Bikini.”

“I would love to see that.”  Mary brushed her loose hair from her face.  “On you, Mark.”

The women laughed at Mark as he looked shocked.  Phil was coming in and Mark waved him over, almost speechless.

“What is going on?”

“I simply wanted to buy Jackie something, and they are trying to use that against me!”

The women laughed again as Phil said, “As long as it isn’t a tankini-”  He looked between them and shrugged.  “My sister is obsessed with them.”

They started for the boutique, getting some fruit drinks from a street vendor on the way.  The sun was making things glow and Mark couldn’t help putting his arm around Jackie, holding her at her waist and starting to slide down to her ass.  Jackie held her drink in one hand and held Mark’s wrist with the other.

Phil was looking a little uncomfortable.  “Geez.  I knew you guys were seeing each other, but really!”

Mary took pity on him and said, “Let them have some space.  They were good this last week and I didn’t walk in on them even once.”

“Mary!”  Jackie tried to seem shocked, but laughed.

The boutique was open and both of the women looked around, finding a few things.  The sizes were not quite what Jackie was hoping for, but she found a few things that had ties that would work until she could find another store.  The guys made one sweep through and stayed outside, hearing the women talk and hoping they didn’t look like they were perverts for standing outside a women’s clothing store.

It did not take long, but the sun was almost down in the pink and orange sky by the time the women were done in the store.  It was far past dinner for any of them and the small snack packs they had paid for on the plane did not go very far.  They found a place that had many people in it, but had a table big enough for them.  It was noisy, but a happy noise.  They shared a few appetizers and each had several drinks, including Jackie.

Mark knew they had to find their way back to the hotel when Jackie looked at Mark and started giggling.  She was pink, but had not shown any sign that the three mojitos she had consumed were doing anything to her until then.  Mary and Phil were left, the bill being put on one of the corporate cards.  Mark helped Jackie down the street and to their hotel, a slight giggling coming from her all the while.

Mark had never seen Jackie drunk before.  She always had stuck with juice, one of the reasons he knew he would get along with her before he had approached her.  She was a silly drunk and happy, but not easy to get out of her clothing.  He had to forcefully strip her before helping her to the toilet.

Jackie was still giggling as Mark helped her to the bed.  The sheets were fine cotton, and she slid right between them, wiggling and kicking the covers around.  He got into bed with her and found that she was headed down him.  It took several tries to stop her, the hardest one when she had found his cock and was sucking on it, humming and giggling around it.  That felt good, but Mark did not want to take advantage of her like that.  Though, he smiled as she settled down, she had been the one starting to take advantage of him.

Mark’s arm was around Jackie, her head on his shoulder.  He could hear her humming something into his chest as she slipped off to sleep.  It was comforting and he soon found that he was following.

 

 

The vendors for the convention had a day to set up before the start of the convention.  All of their flyers and pins and such were waiting for them at the convention center, having been shipped the week before.  The men tackled the putting together of the pipe and fabric backdrop with the company logo on it while the women sorted out where which type of freebie was going to go.  They had the layout map from the people who designed the booth, but it would not quite work because of how the next booth was positioned.

They did not have to do too much work on the booth.  They knew their roles, Phil having been quizzed most of the morning by Mary and Mark.  Jackie was keeping to herself and sipping on bottled water as she worked.  After they had moved the same box back and forth about an inch several times, they decided they were ready for the next day.

The booth was draped with cloth to keep the shwag they had safe and went off in search of lunch.  Jackie was the only one who knew any Spanish and so she was the one who ordered for them at a place several blocks east of the convention center, the waitress helping Jackie with pronunciation, a smile on her face and a patience Jackie appreciated.

Mark and Phil started to talk about weightlifting while they were waiting for their meals.  The hotel had a small workout room that had included one machine they had both wanted to use that morning.  They had taken turns, spotting for each other as much as the cable and weight machine would let them.  Jackie understood some of what they were saying, having Mark as her trainer for close to half a year.  She had not wanted to wake as early as Mark had and had slept until he came back from his workout, hot to the touch as he woke her with his body pressed to hers.

Mary was uninterested in the conversation, though she did not keep her eyes from straying too far from Phil.  She had some of the Cuban style coffee and listened to the men.  Jackie caught her eye and the senior manager blushed slightly.

There was a glance down into the thick coffee and Mary said, “This stuff is quick.  Jackie, any idea where the bathroom in this place is?”

The hint was taken and both women went off to the bathroom.  It was really only big enough for one person at a time, but they had been around each other for years and with being managers and then close friends, it didn’t bother either of them when they used the toilet in front of each other.

Jackie motioned with her head to the door.  “What was that about?”

Mary looked at the wad of paper in her hand and then up at Jackie.  “I am regretting the separate beds.”

They both laughed.  “He is pretty.”

Mary snorted as she wiped herself.  “He was wandering around the room just in these long brief things this morning before he went to use the exercise room.”  She fanned herself with her hand and they laughed again.

“I know exactly what you’re talking about.  It must be a weightlifter’s uniform or something.  Mark mostly has those, with a few boxers, too.”

Mary flushed the toilet as she got up, pulling her short skirt down over her color-matched panties.  Jackie sat as Mary said, “I haven’t strayed for a while, but this is pushing it.  Do you think Frank would mind...?”

Jackie smiled up at her friend.  “Hun, remember who booked the rooms.”

The women were holding hands as they came back to the table.  Mary heard a low whistle and comment, making her squeeze Jackie’s hand to get her attention.  Jackie translated the comment and blushed, but smiled at the man and said, “Gracias, papa.”

His eyes went big and then he laughed, raising his coffee cup to them.

They sat before Mary asked, “What-?”

The men looked at the women and waited for Jackie to say, “He said that he would love to have both...each of us on his knee.  I thanked him and called him Daddy.  Or potato.  I’m not sure.”

There was a little laughter, though Mark more chuckled and looked over at the man with a little bit of a glower.

The food was good and the four had the rest of the day to themselves.  Jackie’s head had stopped being just this side of being fuzzy and painful, letting her agree to go to the small pool that was at the hotel.  Mary met her in the roof garden area just next to the pool, a large, umbrellaed drink in her hand.

“Want some?  It’s good!”

Jackie shook her head and started towards the pool.  “I had more last night than I normally have in a year.  I didn’t feel too good this morning, though I felt great last night.”

Mary spread out one of the hotel towels and sat on the chair she had claimed.  “You are lucky to have Mark to put you to bed...”

Jackie heard the intimation.  She sat, her robe from home still around her.  “I don’t think we did anything last night, though I really wanted to.”

Mary reached over and started to pull on Jackie’s robe.  “Come on.  Get that pasty-white body out here.”

Jackie let the robe slide from her and would not look at anything but her knees.  There was a nod from Mary and the manager sat back, bringing her sunglasses to her eyes and the drink to her lips.

The top was the one she had gotten the year before for her sister’s summer pool party.  Black with little red chevrons thruout.  The bottom was new, and Jackie was not sure she should be seen in public with it.  It was also black, but it was cut high in the back, making it apt to try to turn it’s self into a thong.  The little skirt along the waistband covered most of Jackie’s fat roll on her tummy, though she didn’t mind that her work-outs had brought some of her upper abs into just rounded from bulgy.

No one made gasps in her direction and the young man with the hotel shirt did not ask her to cover up or leave, so Jackie leaned back in the chair and closed her eyes.  The sun felt good after having the blah of the holiday weather and then the grey after that at home.

The young man in the hotel shirt came over after a while and gently put his hand on Jackie’s shoulder.  She looked up and had to put her hand to shade her eyes to be able to see him.

“Senora, you should turn over or swim.  You are pink.”

Jackie looked down and saw that her cleavage was indeed pink.  “Gracias.  You must have tourists get burned all the time up here.”

He shrugged.  “Eh.  I would not want you to hurt your complexion, Senora.  A delicate woman as you should keep her fine color.”  He stepped away after nodding to her and then Mary.

Mary burst out in giggles.  “You have an admirer.”

Jackie added to her pink. “Perhaps the swim.  At least I can hide in the water.”

Against the objections of her friend, Jackie went into the water, her hair up in a pony tail to try to keep it dry.  It had been since the summer before that she had been in a pool, and that was to get away from her Uncles’ new wife.  Jackie walked and then dog-paddled a little before resigning herself to getting her hair wet and starting to do laps.

Jackie had lost count of how many lengths she had done in the small pool.  She came up for air at one end and almost bumped into someone.  He turned and Mark held his arms out to Jackie.

“It is getting kinda late and I was wondering where you were.  You didn’t have your phone with you-”  Mark flipped some of Jackie’s wet hair away from her face.  “You have been swimming for close to an hour.  At least that is what Mary said.”

Jackie looked over and saw Mary and Phil talking, Phil sitting where Jackie had been.  “I didn’t know it had been so long.  No wonder my back feels weird.”

Mark turned her around and started to massage her back.  “Swimming is great for your whole body, but your strokes seem to be really working your traps and...”  He stepped closer and kissed her shoulder.  “Watching you swim was great, baby.  I didn’t know you did that.”

Jackie leaned back into Mark.  “I used to.  I guess I still can.  I may need to start using a gym or something to get some water time.”  She felt his breath on the back of her neck and a shiver went through her.

“Are you cold?”

She shook her head and looked at him over her shoulder.  “Just wanting you, hun.”

“Any time, baby.”  Mark kissed Jackie and she could feel that he really was ready.    If it had been late at night, without anyone else around...

“I’m sorry, Mark...”

“You have to know you do that to me all the time.”  He kissed her on the nose and backed off a little.  Jackie watched him pull his swim trunks up a little and then start swimming to the other end.  She smiled and followed, the fatigue in her arms telling her that she had been swimming for too long, but it was a good feeling.

Dinner time came and the four of them split into couples.  They had to remember that the next day was the start of the convention and to not stay up too late.  Jackie was making sure she stuck to real juice, not just stuff that tasted like juice.  Mark was happy about that.

 

“... With our research team on your side, you will know your trends before the stockmarket analysts do.”

The man talking with Jackie was nodding, but she could tell he was more interested in getting glimpses of her cleavage than the service she was selling.  She had to change her wording several times in the first hour of the convention vendors hall being open because many of the men who went through had asked what other services she offered.  She soon became bored with that, though thrilled at the odd flattery.

Phil was getting the same from the women.  He was bright pink for twenty minutes after the first business woman came up and came out and asked if he was doing anything after the convention closed for the evening.  He had not known what to say.  Jackie had just fended off another man when Phil turned to her, a look of panic on his face.

“Sorry, ma’am.  All our men have chastity belts on for the convention.  It’s a shame, too.”  Jackie turned back to the next man, smiling and nodding as he asked to have his picture taken with her.

There was a moment between conventioneers when Phil leaned on the table at the back of their booth and sighed.  He looked at Jackie and said, “I don’t know how you do it.  I don’t think I have ever had that many women try to hit on me, even when I was trying for it.  And that one guy...”

Jackie laughed and put her hand on his shoulder. “I missed that.  Sorry for the quip earlier.  I just didn’t know how else to get her to back off for you.”

Phil glanced around and started to say something.  He stopped and looked up at Jackie to say, “Miss Delany, I’m sorry you are spoken for.”

Jackie smiled and was about to say something when another wave of potential customers came by.

The heels that Jackie were wearing made her tower over most of the people who came up to the booth.  Her cleavage was at a height for most men to be able to glance down without any problem, some having to look up slightly to see the valley between her breasts.  Not being able to sit down, or even bend over, was frustrating.  Jackie was glad to see Mark and Mary for their second shift of the day.

“I did not sign up to be a booth bunny.”  Jackie whispered to Mary as the basket of buttons was transferred from one woman to the other.

Mary shrugged and looked between Jackie’s cleavage and her own.  “It’s not just you, you know.”  Mark was taking the bag with the flyers from Phil and was having a few low words with him, glancing over at Jackie and smiling.  “Them, too.”

Jackie nodded.  “Well, I might see you tonight, but I doubt it.  I am going back to the hotel.  Tomorrow, I bring my travel shoes to switch into.”

Mary nodded and stepped forward to offer a button to a passing conventioneer.  Jackie took her cue and left, not waiting for Phil, and only waving to Mark before the crowd was between them.

Jackie’s feet hurt, but she was not able to just walk to the hotel.  Men who had been in the vendors hall would approach her, and because she knew it was impossible to avoid them, she let them.  She was able to turn the conversations towards business most of the time, declining offers for other business without hesitation, but with a smile.  As soon as she was out of the convention center, she put her lanyard and badge into her purse.

The evening sun was making the big clouds above start to turn pink and orange.  It was warm and if her feet hadn’t hurt so much, Jackie would have loved to explore the city some.  As it was, she had a hard time not just tearing the shoes off and walking barefoot.

The stairs.  Jackie sighed and went to the lounge area of the lobby and sat.  She had forgotten that the building had stairs to the rooms.  She was not ready for that.  It felt good to be sitting in one of the European-style couches, being off her feet and not having to talk with anybody.

One of the hotel staff asked if she wanted something to drink.  Jackie didn’t want coffee that late in the day.  She was not sure about having a glass of wine, but the thought of going upstairs just a little more relaxed made up her mind.  She told him which room she was in and had the chilled white wine charged to the room.

Jackie was careful to cross her legs to keep the short skirt from revealing more than she wanted.  She was going to have to remember Mary’s trick of same colored panties to match the skirt.  Too late for that convention but it would be good if Frank made them dress like that again for a convention.  Or the office.

There was a smile on her lips as she sipped the cool wine, feeling it hit her on her empty stomach.  It had been a mistake, but not a major one.  Food vendors were open all night and she did not feel the need to rush.

A man wearing the Floridian uniform light colored linen pants and casual shirt came up to Jackie and stood, looking down at her.  She could feel his eyes on her, even though she wasn’t looking at him.  She looked up and he smiled.

“Hi.  I’m Paul.  I had to come over and meet you.”

Jackie held out her hand and said, “Hello.  I’m Jackie from the data collection and research firm of-”

He laughed, taking her hand.  “Didn’t know you were one of the conventioneers.  I thought you were a hot single woman out for the night.”

Jackie took back her hand and leaned back a little into the couch.  She thought of Mark doing the late shift with Mary.  There was a bit of a twinge of regret that Phil wasn’t with her.  “Thank you.  Not exactly single, but I wouldn’t mind talking.”

He looked around at the few people in the lobby and sitting with them in the lounge-bar.   “Would you like to walk by the beach?”

A twinge of another regret went through Jackie.  She shook her head.  “My feet...”  She swore to herself that he pouted.  “Perhaps after a cranberry juice.”  Jackie looked at the mostly empty white wine glass and felt the way the alcohol was going through her.

Paul motioned to the staff that was clearing one of the side tables and ordered drinks, a cranberry juice for her and a rose for himself.  He didn’t even wait for the man to turn around before starting to make obvious moves on Jackie.

“I came in from my last meeting and saw those legs.  They just drew me over here.”

Jackie smiled.  “Thank you.  I have put a lot of work into these legs.  As well as the rest of me.”

He sat next to her on the couch, leaning close but not touching.  Jackie could smell cocoanut and perhaps a little engine oil on him.  He looked down at her legs and drew his eyes up her.  He made her feel like he was undressing her without touching.

“You told me what you do, I should do the same.  I am in real estate development in Fort Lauderdale.  I came down for a few days to do some business, but it finished sooner than I thought it would.  I didn’t expect to come across such a lovely lady as yourself at my hotel.”

Jackie had the layers of mental armor that had been laid on during the first day of the convention.  Jackie had men, and perhaps a few women, approach her with lines that were subtle and some that were blatant.  He was very obvious, and Jackie liked the type of attention he was giving her.  She also was still feeling the throb of her feet in the heels and the unsteadiness of not having anything since her lunch break other than the wine.

Jackie exchanged the mostly empty wine glass with the server, the cranberry juice handed to her in a tall, thin glass with slick sides.  She held onto it with both hands when it felt like it was going to slip and spill on her.  She watched Paul take his first sip.

“Real estate development.  It seems quite built up around here already.  With the everglades taking up so much of the interior, how to you proceed?”

There was something in how he sat back.  He was thinking of how to phrase what he wanted to say.  “Just like with any business.  Know the lay of the land, make sure that your way is clear.”  He leaned towards Jackie again.  “It’s all about the easements and making people happy.”

She saw the hand coming for her leg and put her hands on her knee, still holding the juice.  That seemed to dissuade him, but only a little.  “That is what my company does.  We research and discover things about our clients so they know how to interact with their clients and competitors.  It is always good to know something about a prospect before starting in on a project.”

He smiled.  It was not a smile like Mark’s with the dimple, but it was a smile that Jackie felt go through her.  “If not a walk on the beach, perhaps they have a table available here?  I would like to do some...research about you.”

He was persistent.  Jackie nodded and he motioned over the lobby attendant.  A few words exchanged and Jackie knew he was using Spanish to hide what he was saying.  She was flattered he would ask for a secluded table, but she was not sure why he would need new drinks at the table when they sat.

Paul stood and offered his hand.  “It looks like we are in luck.  There is a table available.”

Jackie took his hand and used it to steady herself as she stood.  She watched his eyes follow her up, and get wide for a flash as she stood a good two inches above him when she was at her full height.  Jackie smiled and turned towards the hotel’s entrance into it’s restaurant, Paul trailing behind her.

Jackie heard a small comment from the lobby attendant to Paul as they passed and tried not to have a smile, and not to have a flash of anger.  It was nice to be appreciated, but it was presumptuous that she would not know at least some of the language.  She knew some of the slang, too, and was not sure she liked being called chichona, but she knew she had big breasts.

Jackie led Paul into the restaurant, named something cute and Italian. The table they were brought to was a corner table with a cushy, upholstered bench for them to sit on.  Jackie chose her seat and Paul sat next to her in the corner of the bench.

“I wasn't sure if you wanted to keep drinking your juice.” Paul motioned with his head and two flutes of champagne were set on the table.

Jackie smiled. She put her glass down and looked at the champagne. “Extravagant, for just a meal.”  She picked up the flute nearest her and took a sip.  “Not bad.”

He chuckled and tested his. “A little dry, but passible.”

Jackie kept an eye on him. The attention was flattering but he was far more forward, and again assumptive if her. “I like the Demi Sec from Pol Rodger.  They seem to be consistent and have their own verietals.”

He laughed. “I hoped you would like it. I didn't think you would know specific makers.”  He reached over and touched his glass to hers.

“What are we toasting to?”

“My luck in finding you.”

He sipped before she did, a hunter looking over the rim of his glass at his prey.  Jackie saw it and was not sure what to do.  She sipped and put down the champagne, keeping her hands on the table.  She saw him start towards one of her hands with his, but a server came up, waiting for them to order.

He waited for her to order and then ordered for himself, asking if she wished to share an appetizer.  Jackie was hungry, but she knew that more food would put her right to sleep, and he was becoming interesting enough she did not want to do that.

They talked, he described the beaches of Florida, went into his business a little.  Jackie told of the difference between home and Miami, getting a smile from him when she said she liked being able to swim outside in the middle of the winter.  He did turn the conversation several times to how long her legs were or how well put together she was.  Jackie accepted the compliments, but let them lay where they were.

The food was good, Jackie let him talk as she ate, hearing more about his business north in Fort Lauderdale.  The project he was currently working on was reclaiming an old marina and making it into a million dollar a condo seaside development.  Jackie was wondering if the economy could handle it, but she had glimpsed the huge houses on the small islands when they had been on the causeway.

“Here I am talking all about me and I wanted to know more about you.”  He sat back and put his head in his hand as he leaned on the wall, elbow on the back of the bench.

Jackie had hoped he would not ask her anything.  He hadn’t, but there was the expectation that she would speak.  She took a sip of water and looked at him.  “Not much to tell, really.  I work, I cook, I work out.”

“How do you keep those legs so gorgeous?”

Jackie could feel the heat of a blush as she said, “I weight lift and walk.  I am lucky enough to have a trainer that works closely with me.”

She had not seen the opening she had just left for him.  “If I were your trainer, I would work you until we collapsed in a pool of our own sweat.”  He moved closer and said, “I would stretch you and bend you and see how flexible you really are-”

He stopped, a nervous laugh coming from him.  Jackie’s eyebrow had gone up, her smile becoming wide, though not showing any teeth.  “That is a first for me, Paul.  Inventive.”

He laughed after she did.  “I guess I was pushing it.  Is it too late to just say I would really like to sleep with you?”

Jackie smiled and held up her champagne, a sip still left in the bottom.  “Now we are getting some where.”

He picked up his flute and they touched rims, the sound light and clear before they finished their drinks.  That was the last time the subject was brought up, though Paul would use suggestive comments while they were finishing their meal, making Jackie smile.

The bill came and he didn’t even let it hit the table before he handed a card to the server.  He took the opportunity to ask, “What shall we do, now?”

Jackie had been wondering what would happen.  She had also become tired and her feet still hurt.  “I think the pool on the roof is still open.  Would you like to meet up there and have a dip?”

He frowned slightly.  “I was hoping for some other activity.”

Jackie wanted to say something that would keep him at arms length for a while, so she said, “I am down here for two weeks with the other managers on my team. My partner is currently at the convention.  I know he did not bring condoms and neither did I.  Unless you have some on you, right now, the only way you will see me wet is in the pool.”

He smirked.  “I deserved that one.” He signed the slip and handed it back.  “I have my trunks.  May I escort you to your room and then meet on the roof?”

Jackie nodded, a smile on her face at how he took being pushed off, and his persistence.  They left the restaurant, Jackie wishing she could take her shoes off, but mentally wanting to still tower over him.  They walked to her room, the two flights of stairs a little tough for Jackie.  He asked if he could come in and she shook her head, smiling as she let herself in and closed the door on him.

It did not take long to switch into the two piece suit.  Jackie saw that Mark had been shopping and a few bags were near the tub.  She smiled, but was not going to delve into what he had gotten.

About ten minutes later, Jackie was waiting in the twilight of the Miami evening on the roof, the lamps around the edge and the light in the water starting to compete with the glow from the surrounding city.  She had flip-flops next to her chair and liked not being on her feet.  Paul came into the pool area and Jackie liked what she saw.

He might have been a little thick around the middle, but he had well-defined arms and the legs that came out of the trunks were used to being in the sun.  He dumped a towel onto the chair next to Jackie’s and sat.

“I didn’t know this was open until midnight.  I’ll have to remember that for next time I’m here.”

“Shall we swim?”  Jackie stood and held her hand to Paul.  He stood, smiling when he could look her in the eye and not up into her eyes.

They swam a little, a few others coming and going.  Paul made a few passes, Jackie finding that she was at one end of the pool, being held by him as he kissed her neck.  It felt wonderful, and was getting her ready for anything.  He knew what he was doing, but Jackie had practice saying no, and not just because of the convention.

“No.  You didn’t go and get protection, did you?”

He shook his head.  “Are you off again at about the same time tomorrow?”

She nodded.  “Morning and afternoon middle shift for most of the convention.”

He pulled her in for a long, wet kiss.  His voice was husky when he pulled back and said, “I’ll look for you, and tomorrow, I will not come empty handed.”

 

“He bought me dinner.”

Mark was livid.  He was jealous.  He had pushed and this was the first real fight they had ever had.

“And then you fucked him?”

Jackie pulled the robe tighter around her and sat back on the end of the bed.  Her hair was still damp from her rinse-off after being in the pool, slightly chilling her more than his anger was.  She looked at the clock again and back to Mark.  “We swam.  I did not let him in this room.  What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Mark turned and looked out the window.  “I’m going to switch with Phil.  I should not have left you alone-”

“Mark!”  Jackie’s voice was sharp.  He turned, a glare coming from him.  “You are the one who woke me up to start this fight.  Just yesterday we were talking about you and Phil both being in the same bed with me and now you accuse me of sleeping with someone?”

“Phil told me you were with that guy.  I came right up...and wanted to...  I don’t know.”  He deflated slightly.  “Baby, I can’t stand the thought of you being with someone else.”

“You don’t get to call me that right now.”  Jackie stood and held her arms around her, backing up a step when Mark stepped towards her.

“It hit me hard when Phil and I were having drinks and he said...  I needed to see if you were still with him.”

Jackie turned and opened one of the drawers she had claimed as hers.  “Phil should have kept his mouth shut.  He didn’t know what was going on.  And you should have trusted me to be an adult.”  Jackie started putting shorts on while still wearing the robe.  “You should have...”  Jackie pulled the robe off and let it hit the floor as she dragged a t-shirt on.

“Jackie, what are you doing?”  Mark stepped closer but did not touch her.

“I need to distance myself right now.  I will be back, but don’t expect us to be sleeping in the same bed tonight.”

“Babe!  Wha-”  Jackie ignored Mark and grabbed her computer bag, slamming the door behind her.

It was 1 am.  Miami was getting started with it’s nightlife.  Jackie just wanted a place to sit and delve into the internet to try to calm down and figure out what the hell had just happened.  The desk person in the lobby directed her to a diner about two blocks away.  Jackie saw Phil and Mary come out of the restaurant across the street, a concerned look on Mary’s face, Phil looking at Mary.  Jackie turned so she could not see them and walked to the diner.

Coffee and a bowl of fruit.  Jackie knew the coffee was going to wreak havoc with her sleeping, even more than Mark already had.  She sat in her booth, using the network node the diner had to get to her email and the internet.  She sent back some work emails, deleted several pieces of spam without even opening them.  She sat there, looking at her screen for a few minutes before Jackie started a search.

Research is what she did for her job.  She was a numbers person, but she knew how to use the internet to find out things.  She was going to find out about the man who had bought her dinner.  Jackie was able to get into the back end server at work and used a few tricks that she had picked up over the years.

Information by it’s self is not enough.  It is the context that makes it useful.

Jackie sat in the diner until almost 3.30 looking for information.  Her mind was starting to get tired enough for her to want to go find someplace to sleep and she was satisfied that she knew much more about Paul than he wanted anybody to know.

The room was dark when Jackie came in.  The window was open, the street sounds coming in like waves from the ocean.  Jackie had to turn on a light to be able to see, the light above the half walled off toilet showing enough of the room for her to surmise what had happened.

Mark was on the little love seat couch.  His luggage was packed and beside him on the floor.  He had tried to switch with Phil or Mary, but they had been...occupied with each other.

Jackie got undressed and knelt next to the love seat.  It was sadly funny, the way Mark’s limbs didn’t fit.  She put a hand on his shoulder and he started awake, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

“Come to bed.”  He nodded and took her hand, letting himself be led to the bed, Jackie sliding in behind him with her arm over him.

They did not speak and it took a while for both of them to fall asleep.

 

It was the middle of the afternoon.  The crowds in the vendor’s hall were thin, but not sparse enough for there to only be one person tending the booth.  After a few biting words to Phil when she had gotten to the convention center that morning, she had tried to not even look at her booth partner.  Without potential clients to occupy her, Jackie saw that Phil was upset, though smiling at the people who passed them.

Mark had been up and out to the workout room early.  Jackie had woken up and had watched him try to get ready without making much noise.  He saw that she was watching him and turned his back, quickly getting things together and leaving.  Jackie had not seen him again until he and Mary had shown up for the late morning change over.  She had turned and left.  He did the same when she came back for her second booth shift.

The tension was getting to be too much.  Phil moved close to Jackie and cleared his throat.  She barely moved her head towards him.  He had to be forward.

“Miss Delany.  I’m sorry.”

Jackie was tempted to slap him.  She took a breath and let it out.  She turned and looked at him, seeing how his eyes wanted to look at the floor but he was making himself look straight at her.

“What, exactly, did you tell Mark?”

He looked down and could not look back up again.  “I saw you walking up the stairs to your room after I came in from dinner.  You were holding the guys hand and I heard you say something about going to your room.”

Jackie smiled at a passing person who nodded at her but was more involved with his phone than looking at the vendors.  “So, you told him you saw me being escorted to my room by a strange man.”

He nodded.  “He left Mary and me at the bar and ran across the street to the hotel.”  Phil looked up and Jackie saw redness around his eyes.  “I’m so sorry.”

Jackie nodded once and stepped to Phil.  She put her hand on his chest and said, “He came into the room and woke me up, accusing me of sleeping with the guy.” Phil nodded.  “What confused me the most about it is he brought up doing a threeway with you the day before.”

His eyes went big.  “Crap.  Now I’m even sorrier.”

A conventioneer came to the booth, making it impossible to talk about anything else.  Jackie saw how Phil looked at her, slightly differently than before.  She was still angry at both of the men for various reasons, but knew that it would just take some time for Mark to get his head out of his ass and things to get mostly back to where it had been before.

Mary and Mark came to relieve Phil and Jackie at the appropriate time.  Mary tried to pull Jackie to the side, but did not succeed.  Jackie stood next to Mark for a moment, waiting to see what he would do.  He turned and ignored her.  Jackie looked at Phil before shrugging and taking her things out of the booth.  There were a few mumbles Jackie could hear following her, Phils’ voice rising and then quieting before Jackie turned the corner.

Having the lower shoes helped.  They were not flats, but they were better than the 4 inch monstrosities Frank had insisted she have along for her uniform.  Jackie stopped at a little curio shop and straight out asked where to buy condoms.  There was a smirk from the clerk who pointed and gave her directions in mixed English and Spanish.  Jackie found the store and bought a few items along with the condoms.

She was tempted to go east and find the beach.  It was about a mile there and her feet were still complaining, convincing her that it might not be a good idea.  She was certain that Paul would be at the hotel, and she wanted to at least talk with him.  Jackie smiled, knowing that his facade was thin.  She wasn’t sure how or if she was going to use the information she had, but she had it.

There was a note at the desk for Jackie.  The desk person had to catch her attention to give it to her.  It was from Paul, apologizing for not being there when she was back from the convention, but that he hoped to meet her in the lobby for drinks and perhaps more.  Jackie was not surprised, but she was disappointed.

The Miami hotel had been her home for only a few days and she already had a routine.  Jackie went to her room, seeing that Mark had put his stuff away again, and that the shopping bags were now out of sight.  She changed into her bathing suit, a slightly damp feeling making it a little clingy and cool as she put the bottom on.

Jackie looked at her computer bag.  No.  She was going to go and swim and try to relax before finding dinner.

The afternoon sun was not directly into the pool area.  A large banner had been put up on a near building blocking part of the sky.  One of the other vendors was pulling out some of the stops, but not all, yet.  Jackie wasn’t worried about the competitor’s advertising, but she was, again, disappointed.

Jackie left her things at a chair and went directly into the pool.  She started to make laps and just concentrated on making her body move.  Being with Mark let her know that her body was o.k..  That she was strong, both physically as well as mentally.  Jackie now could work her body and feel it get stronger, falling into those sensations and blocking out other things.  She was thinking of Mark for a while, and of Paul.  Then she was just thinking of the next turn.

She did not know how long she had been there, but the pool lights came on, startling her.  She went to the end of the pool and hung on the edge, coming back into the present from her endorphin high, her muscles trembling.  Jackie was suddenly tired.

Her stuff was still as she had dumped it, though a pitcher of water and an empty glass was on the little table next to it.  Jackie nodded to the attendant and sat, her legs feeling as though she had been running for a week.  The time in the pool had not brought her clarity, but it had brought her calmness.  She drank one glass of water without stopping and then sat back and relaxed with the refilled glass.

The night was cooler than the night before.  The clouds above were thick and heavy, the last of the sun painting the underside with color.  Jackie looked up at that and then felt a gust of wind.  She shivered, disappointed in herself that she had not brought up her scruffy robe from home.

The attendant was at her side, an urgent look on his face.  It was the man that had not wanted her to burn.  He looked up and then down at Jackie.  “Senorita!  You had better get under cover!  It is about to rain.”

Another gust of wind went across the rooftop, the first small spats of rain coming with it.  Jackie really didn’t care if it rained on her, but as the man held out his hand to help her off the chair, she thought of the phone and such in her purse.  She left the hotel towel where it had bunched under her as she stood, her hand in one of his for support, her purse in the other.

He pulled at her as the sudden rain started in earnest, yells and laughter coming from the street below over the car sounds.  He did not lead her to the stairs, but to a tent, the cabana next to the pool.  It was lit inside with low lights, extra sheer drapes moving over the wide, low couches as the rain hit the canvass over them.

No one else had been in the pool area when the rain started.  Jackie accepted the towel from the man and ran the fluffy thing over her to get some more of the dampness from her before she sat on the pure white couch.

“Senorita...  Por favor.”  He motioned to the couch and had a drink in his hand for her.

Jackie did sit but there was a hesitation in her accepting the drink.  “I know how much this costs.  I’m already costing the company too much.”

He had a small smile on his face and offered the fruity drink to her again.  “Gratis.  No one else here, and I could not let a lovely lady go without a drink.”

Jackie laughed, but she took the drink.  She saw that he had a pitcher of the fruity stuff on a sideboard, the ice showing that it had to have been made shortly before he had come out to the poolside.  Strawberries and mango and some sort of subtle alcohol slid down her throat.  It was nice.

Jackie was propped up in pillows, a small blanket over her legs, listening to the rain on the tent.  The drink was about half gone and she was feeling some of the effects of the alcohol.  Manny came with the pitcher to her, offering to refill her drink.

“Thank you.  Gracias.”  She saw the little smile before he poured more of the slightly slushy drink into the glass.  “This is a better evening than I was expecting.”

“Que?”

“I had a fight with one of the other managers...  He is my boyfriend and he...”  Jackie took a sip and continued, saying, “He did not trust me.”

Manny looked a little disappointed.  “He is lucky, Senora.”

Jackie sat up a little.  “He was.  I am too angry at him.  I don’t want to think about that right now.  I would like to just relax, and you are doing a wonderful job of pampering me.”

He smiled and put the pitcher back on the sideboard.  He came to the couch and sat next to her legs, looking into her eyes.  “Is there anything I may do for you?”

Jackie was going to shake her head, but bit her lip slightly.  “What are you offering?”

He put his hand on her leg over the blanket, starting to pull on it.  It was sliding down Jackie’s legs as his eyes were sliding up her.  “You are beautiful, Senorita.  May I touch you?”

Jackie could tell he had done this before.  It was practiced and smooth.  He knew what he wanted and it felt good to have him want her.

“You may touch me.”

His hands were on her bare skin, his body moving next to her so that he could follow those hands.  He looked at her breasts and then up to Jackie.  She smiled and pulled on the suit-top, releasing her still damp breasts.

Manny did not ask before his hands and then his mouth was on her breasts, sucking on her nipples.  Jackie felt it through her and knew that she was wet, and not just from the pool. One of his hands started going lower and Jackie was not sure she wanted to do anything more, but she had let him start, she did not want to...

Jackie mentally chastised herself.  Mark had accused her of something she didn’t do, but had been willing to do if there had been protection.  She put her hand on Manny’s shoulder and he looked up from her breasts.  “How far do you want to go?”

As an answer, his hand was sliding down into her crotch under her bathing suit.  His fingers moved and found she was wet, sliding into her with very little play on her clit.

Jackie’s eyes were closed as his hand worked on her cunny and his mouth worked on her nipples.  It felt great.  She felt the sensations and it felt forbidden, making it feel better.  She gasped and then said, “Do you have a condom?”

She felt his head nod before he released her nipple and said, “Si.  I always have one, Senorita.”

Jackie smiled and relaxed.  He knew what he was doing, and what he wanted.  He pushed the bottoms down further and Jackie felt more fingers in her.  His hand was slick with her juices and he was going fast.

She looked at him as he paused.  He started to unzip himself, leaving his shirt with the hotel symbol on it as he pulled his pants down.  Jackie pulled off her suit and liked how he looked at her.

The condom came from his pocket and onto his cock.  It was not huge, but it was hard and standing out from his body.  He knelt between her legs, putting a towel down for her ass to be on.  Jackie moved onto the towel and found he was on top of her, his shorter frame just right for having his mouth on her breasts as his cock went in and out of her.

It did not last long, but it didn’t have to.  The forbidden nature of what they were doing was enough to push Jackie’s slightly inebriated mind which took her body with it.  It was unusual and Jackie held her hand over her mouth as she came quickly, Manny not holding back his own voice as he filled the condom.

The rain was still coming down as Manny lay on Jackie, his head on one breast as he still played with the other.  Jackie petted his short, black hair and felt content.

The rain was starting to let up and the street sounds could be heard more clearly.  Jackie heard him sigh and swear quietly.  He moved from her and was fully dressed within seconds.  Jackie found her suit pieces and started to pull them on.

“Senorita, take your time.  I have to clean and reset the chairs, but no one comes up here after it has rained.”  He had his small smile and left the cabana tent.

Jackie felt good.  She had not had that quick of an orgasm in months.  It was nice knowing that she excited men, and that she could have them on her terms.  She was still pissed at Mark but the glow of sex and alcohol was mellowing out her feelings to where she forgave and wanted him.

Jackie finished another glass of the cocktail as she listened to the scrape of chairs and a broom on the tile outside the tent.  Jackie didn’t know if Manny would approach her again, but for her, it didn’t matter.  It was good.

 

Jackie did not know when Mark had come into the room.  She did not know when he had come to bed.  She slowly woke, his arm over her and his snore into her pillow.  Jackie was happy that he was there, and then her body wanted him.

She had only ever felt the pressing need to have him, the true, overwhelming horniness a few times since they had been together.  Jackie felt she was tingly in her cunny, and wet when she moved her legs together.  Even her nipples were hard when she moved her hand down her body.

It was not fair.  Jackie knew that.  She moved and found that he had worn briefs to bed, but she knew how to pull them down to get to his cock.  She knew she was forcing herself on him, but she was horny, and tired of having the argument between them.

Mark woke to having Jackie straddling him, his cock in her as she slowly rolled her hips.  His hands went to her thighs as he gasped and then tried to mouth the breast hanging close to his face.  She leaned in closer and he was able to suck in a nipple as the heavy breast pressed into him.

His eyes were blurry but what he could focus on showed him that the woman on top of him, the woman he loved, was enjoying herself and was getting close to an orgasm.  That pushed at him and he had to close his eyes to concentrate on not cumming.  Knowing that she was close, feeling she was moving on him and tightening around him always made him cum too soon.  Her ass might be one of his greatest turn-ons, but knowing she was about to orgasm was usually too much for him to handle.

She moaned and sat up slightly, taking the breast from him.  Mark looked up her body to her face and saw she had her eyes closed.  She was blissful and flushing and concentrating on nothing but what she was feeling.  He had rarely seen her like that.  She always seemed to want to concentrate on him, to make sure he was pleased and pleasured, claiming that it didn’t matter if she came since it took so much work.  This morning was different.

Mark started to whisper to her and he felt her tense, and then relax as she was getting closer to going over the top.  “... oh, babe...  You are so beautiful.  I can’t believe you let me fuck you.  Oh!  Fuck!  You feel so good, baby!  Ahhhhh!”

She had started to clench around his cock, slowing down as the first of her orgasm went through her.  Mark held onto Jackie’s thighs and moved, thrusting up and making her bounce a little as he tried to keep himself from orgasming.  His teeth held his lip until he could not hold back any more.

Jackie fell forward, most of the waves having rolled through her.  Mark’s arms went around her and held her tight as his own orgasm pulsed through him.  He could feel her juices going down his thighs even before his own flowed out of her as he tried to continue thrusting up into her.  Mark knew she had been very horny to have attacked him as he slept, glad to have woken to it.

They held each other in the afterglow of the unexpected morning sex.  The street sounds of Miami Beach having been awake through the night came in through the open window, the morning sun brightening the building and making the day glow.

“Baby...  That was amazing.”  Mark did not want to let her go, but after he had cum, his bladder would not be denied.  He kissed her shoulder and she understood when he pushed at her slightly, rolling off of him, letting the mingled fluids flow over his leg as she moved off of him.

He went to the semi-secluded toilet and had to hold himself up as the sensation of his urine going through his cock made his thighs tremble.  He looked over at the bed, seeing Jackie curled up in a ball, holding a pillow to her tummy and watching him.  She glowed, like the light coming in from over the ocean glowed.  He finished with his business and washed his hands and crotch before looking back over at the bed.

Something had changed.  She was not smiling as she had just been.  He sat on the bed next to her and they held hands.

“Are you still mad at me?”  Jackie’s voice was small and there was water rimming her eyes, just a push and there could have been tears.

Mark shook his head and lay next to her, trying to hold her and look into her eyes as they lay there.  “Oh, baby.  Jackie.  I think I was jealous of you being able to get so much attention while at the booth and then hearing that someone outside the convention was even near you...  Phil and I talked a lot last night and he...”  Mark looked into her eyes and felt tears welling up, too.  “I want to be with you.  I know you are a sexy woman who could have just about anyone you looked at.  That tears at me sometimes.  When I know you are with Mr. Glass, I feel like you will never come back, but I know you will.  I know that about myself, but it still is hard.”

There was a tear escaping down Jackie’s cheek and onto Mark’s arm.  “Before you hit me over the head and let me know someone did think I was attractive-”

“Damn sexy.”

Jackie giggled.  “O.k..  Sexy.  Before you did that, it had been years.  Literally years.  Now I don’t know how to turn it off.”  She smiled and liked that Mark smiled, too.

Mark kissed her.  “Don’t.  Ever.”

 

The talk was good.  Phil and Mary met Mark and Jackie for breakfast before the first shift at the booth.  Apologies were made all around, forgiveness was spread with the butter on their toast.  A few confessions were made of desires, a few blushes were met with smiles and a long, inappropriate kiss over the thick coffee.

Phil could not concentrate during first shift.  His smile was contagious, bringing even more of the business women that flowed past their booth in the vendor’s hall.  He slipped more than once, making inappropriate comments that made the women laugh and Jackie shake her head several times.  The men who came past were still hitting on Jackie and asking to have their pictures taken with her, but she found she was able to talk a little more business with the potential clients as her hand was on their arm and a smile was on her lips.

Phil and Jackie were relieved after their second shift and left together.  There had been plans made, openly, over breakfast.  It was not the way business usually went for the company, but the four of them had come to an agreement.  For the duration of the convention, open communications and desires was to be the rule.  It was not something that any of them could really face without laughing at first, but it had to happen to keep things working.

Jackie heard footsteps following and held onto Phil’s arm.  They stopped and Jackie turned around.

Paul was there.  He had an uncertain look on his face.  “I am sorry.  I didn’t want to interrupt.”

Jackie smiled at him.  “Mr. Talude.  I was hoping to see you again.”

He blinked, his facade gone.  “I never told you my last name.”

Jackie motioned to a table at the open-air bar they were in front of.  The three of them sat and Paul leaned back, looking like he was trying to keep his distance.

“Paul, I did tell you I worked for a research firm.  It is what we do.  Phil, this is Paul.  Paul, Phil.”

The men shook hands.  “I am impressed that you would be able to find out my name.”

Jackie smiled.  She raised a hand and a server came over.  “Agua, por favor.  Dos cerveza, De jugo de...um... cranberry juice?”

The server nodded and wrote it down, smiling at the three.  Paul had a blush go over his face.  Phil tried not to smile, but couldn’t help it as he looked at Jackie.

“Well, that explains why you were so cool over dinner.”  He looked at Phil and seemed a little nervous.

Jackie looked at Phil and smiled.  He and Mark had plans for later that night for both women, but it had been decided that Phil and she should spend some non-work time together.  She liked the idea of finding out if his weightlifting had done such great things to him as it had for Mark.  Phils’ smile was wider as Jackie looked at him, the smile on her own face getting larger.

“Mr. Talude.”  Jackie looked back at Paul.  “Consider the dinner we had as a temporary retainer.”

He blinked again at the voice that had gone from business like to silky.  “Why am I retaining you?”

“Because, Paul, if you are going to sell your father’s marina to your investors, you need us.”

He put his hand over his mouth and swore to himself.  The server was back and placing the drinks, Jackie handing a company credit card over before they could leave.  Paul was thinking.  Phil was watching, and getting turned on more by the intelligence Jackie was showing.

“O.k..  You have shown me that it is too easy to find out things about me.  What else do you have?”  He took a swig of his beer and stared at Jackie.

She smiled and took a sip of the juice.  She laid out some of the recent past for him, his divorce, his father going into a retirement home and the need to either sell or develop the marina himself.  Developing it would make more money, if he could get investors.  Investors were slipping through his hands because he came across as a con artist.  The plans on file had given Jackie information, mostly that he had little concept of how much things could cost if you did not do it in a timely maner.  Jackie started listing all of his assets and Paul held up his hand.

“In two days?  You found this out in two days?”

Jackie shook her head.  “Two hours.”

There was quiet.  Paul drank his beer and looked at the people and cars passing them on the street.  Phil watched as Jackie smiled a little knowing smile.  She had just cut open the facade of the man with them, without real emotion but with a voice that could have been on any late-night radio.

“What can you do for me, other than tell me my past?”  He put down his beer and looked Jackie in the eyes.

“There are consulting firms we have access to, as well as our own teams, that can tear apart and put back together your project so that it is not only legal, it is a good investment.  I may also have an investor for you to help, since you only have yourself and your father at this point.”

He nodded.  “How much will this cost?”

Jackie shrugged and leaned forward, showing cleavage from her light blouse.  “We can work on project gross points.  And I have an idea how you can barter some more retainer.”

Phil caught on immediately and frowned slightly, and then smiled.  “Mr. Talude, my manager has a project that we were going to work on back at the hotel.  Perhaps you would join us?”  Jackie glanced over and nodded, liking that he had caught on.

It took Paul just a little more time to catch onto the innuendo.  He slammed his beer and stood, holding out his hand to Jackie.  “It would be my pleasure.”

 

It had been slightly awkward.  Phil wanted to go to his room, Jackie wanted to go to hers.  Paul did not have a room currently, but was willing to get one, if there was one available.

The decision came down to protection.  Jackie had bought some and neither of the men had.  Jackie shook her head slightly at Paul for that, but she was willing to overlook it, for right then.

There were some communications back to Mark and Mary to let them know what was going on.  Mark closed the text conversation with, “Have fun.  We will be there in about two hours.”  Jackie hoped that she would be able to entertain the two men for that long.

She shouldn’t have worried.

The three of them were in Jackie and Mark’s room, talking about a few minor things, and getting more comfortable with each other, for a while.  Jackie was sitting on the love seat, the men sitting on the end of the bed.  It was as if she were holding court.  Jackie wanted something to happen, and knew she had to start it.

Just a year before, Jackie would not have thought of being naked in front of anyone.  Six months before, she would not have thought of taking her clothes off in front of anyone.  Right then, her hand went to the buttons of her shirt and started undoing them as she stood and walked to the men.  They were sitting close but not touching.  Jackie was able to drop her shirt and skirt before kneeling on the bed between the men, both going for a breast still covered with her bra.

The bra didn’t last long.  Hands fumbled slightly, but had the hooks undone to release her, mouths and hands on her as the fabric slipped down.  It felt good and Jackie could feel that she was getting wet just from that.  Hands went down and to her cotton-covered ass, the panties not making much of a barrier from the groping hands.

Phil laid down on the bed, pulling Jackie with him.  They kissed as Paul stood and started to take his clothing off.  Her ass was in the air as she and Phil kissed, Paul’s hands gripping her hips as he stood naked behind her.  The panties were soon being untied and fingers finding slick spots between her large thighs.  Jackie gasped and closed her eyes, liking the sensations.

Phil rolled off the side of the bed and started taking his own clothing off.  He watched as the man, the client, worked his fingers in and out of Jackie, hoping he would be able to do that and more soon.  He looked over at the dresser and saw where Jackie had pointedly put the condoms.  Phil took one, but did not put it on.

There was a cock in front of her face as Jackie pushed herself up on her knees.  Phil was looking down at her and she knew what he wanted.  She took the head in her hand and stroked it almost in time to the fingers that were going in and out of her.  The fingers withdrew, letting Jackie concentrate on Phil.  At least for a moment.

Her mouth was around Phil’s cock, the blonde hair that was at it’s base making a trail up to his belly button.  He was not as cut as Mark, but he was just as well endowed.  Jackie was circling her tongue around the head when Paul was back and pushing into her.

The rules had been clear.  Condoms.  Jackie had a flash of concern.  She looked back and saw a torn wrapper on the bed.  Jackie smiled and went back to giving her samples accountant head.

Paul was going slow.  He watched as Jackie went down on the other man and felt some envy, but knew that he could last as long as he needed to and might get some of that talented mouth, also.  He held onto her ass and watched his own cock as it went in and out of her wet slit.  He felt the muscles under the fat, marveling at the strength she had under her soft exterior.

“Miss... Jackie.”  Phil had to pull away to get her to look up.  “I don’t think I will last too much longer, and I was hoping to...  You know.”

Jackie giggled.  She looked behind her and put a hand on Paul’s.  “Can you handle a change?”

He nodded and thrust in and held for a moment as he watched the other man put on a condom.  He pulled out as Jackie started to crawl up the bed and straddled Phil.  Paul considered pulling the condom off, but from the sounds from the other man, he would be able to have that slit for himself again soon.  He sat on the end of the bed and watched, stroking himself with the condom on.

Phil wasn’t sure where to look or hold.  Jackie’s legs were on either side of his hips and she was rolling herself on him, the feeling of her going up and down him taking most of his brain.  He wanted to watch the way her breasts moved, swaying above his face.  He also wanted to watch her face, her half-closed eyes and smiling face distracting Phil some from the sensations.  He finally held her around the waist, pulling her down so that her breasts were smothering him as he felt himself getting close to orgasm.

Jackie could feel that Phil didn’t have much time.  He was moaning and gasping into her breasts, his thrusts getting wild.  He held her tighter and she could feel his loud moan through her own flesh.  He started to slow down his thrusts and relax his grip, but he was not stopping.  She pushed up slightly and looked at him beneath her breasts.  His face was red but he was smiling up at her.

“I think the condom is slipping.”

Phil nodded and started to reach between them.  He held the condom to the base of his cock as Jackie started to swing her leg up and off of him.  Paul went up the bed and held Jackie’s arm to help steady her.  He encouraged her to continue moving and soon she was on her back, her legs in the air as Paul was pumping in and out of her.

Paul could last a long time.  Jackie started to wonder how long he had been thrusting into her when Phil was back on the bed, his cock being stroked back into life.  Jackie’s legs were let to relax after she had been in a tight ball under Paul, his arms holding her legs up over his shoulders.

Phil presented his cock to Jackie and she took it.  She wasn’t too sure about the remaining taste of the condom, but that went away after a little bit.  He was hard in no time as Paul was still thrusting in her.  Jackie loved the attention, and felt that she might come to a raging orgasm with little prompting.

This was the position they were in when Mary and Mark came into the room.  Mary laughed but did not back off.  Mark almost did.  They were both carrying things to help the evening along and Mary was not going to let Mark go back on his promise to her.  She wanted to have him and was going to have him.

Mary didn’t take long to open a bottle of wine and pour herself a glass.  She saw the condoms on the dresser and put some of the ones she had just purchased on the pile.  She watched the way Jackie was handling both men, her larger frame being pressed into the bedding as her mouth was around Phil’s cock.  Mary looked over at Mark and saw the jealousy in him, his stillness as he watched more obvious than the small frown on his face.

Several swallows of wine went down into Mary before she started to unbutton her blouse.  She only had three buttoned to begin with, so the top layer was off and onto the love seat before Mark knew she was next to him.  Mary drew his hand to her breast and felt reluctance at first.  Mark then looked at her, focused on her and she found she was in his arms, being forcefully kissed.

Jackie finally noticed that they had extra people in the room when Phil changed positions and started to kiss her.  Mary had a beautiful body and as she undid Marks clothing, she saw how well they went together.  He was looking at Mary, Mark’s intense gaze taking in the other manager’s body as his own body came out.  Jackie had a flash of something uncomfortable, but was distracted as Paul changed his angle some and Phil turned her head so he could look into her eyes.

He could have been grasping his cock, stroking himself, but Jackie felt his hand on her breast as he gently kissed her.  Phil’s fingers rolled her nipple, slowly twisting it, but not painfully.  He kissed well and was cautious with her.  Jackie felt the combination of what Paul and Phil were doing deep in her and started to pant into Phil’s mouth.

Mark heard Jackie and could not look away.  He was sitting on the love seat, Mary straddling him and moaning softly into his neck as they moved together.  He watched as the other men were with Jackie, the sounds he knew well telling him that she was getting close to cumming.  He did not know what it was about Miami that had broken one of her barriers, but Jackie seemed to be ready to touch off at a moment’s notice since they had gotten there.

The five of them moved and moaned and gasped.  Mark watched the bed, feeling his own excitement of being in Mary grow as he heard Jackie start to orgasm.  He had to close his eyes and hold Mary tight to keep from cumming, even though the woman he heard voicing her pleasure was not the one he was inside.  There was just something about the way Jackie sounded that pushed at him.  He could not help going over the edge.

Mark gasped into Mary’s neck, “I’m sorry-!” as he came, the sound of Jackie filling him as he thrust up into Mary and filled the condom.  He felt her slow, but not stop, a tender kiss on his ear as she gently moved on his cock.  The kiss on his ear became a kiss on the mouth as she felt a tear on her neck, the kissing as much comfort as she could do in that position for him.

There were other sounds in the room, but Mary ignored them as she whispered to Mark, “She really does cum hard, doesn’t she?”  There was a nod and a small smile.  “Just think, if she is anything like me, she will only need a minute and she could be cumming again.  I wonder how wet she is...?”

Mark held Mary to him and kissed her deeply.  They looked into each other’s eyes and Mark knew what he wanted.  He carefully held the condom on him as Mary stood up, going to the small waste basket by the toilet to drop the filled rubber into.  He washed his hands and crotch, a habit he had gotten into because of how wet Jackie usually was with and without a condom.  He saw a small nod from Mary before she approached the bed.

There was a change in partners and positions.  Paul was still ready to go, but understood that Mark wanted to be with the woman he was in.  Mary asked and Paul changed condoms before sliding into the thinner woman.  She was o.k., but it had been great to bring the bigger Jackie to orgasm.

Mark went down on Jackie as Phil still was kissing the still panting woman.  She was very wet and Mark felt her tremble as he started to lick her clean of her juices.  Her hand went to his head and he felt...right.  It didn’t matter who had been with her.  He knew that she would be there with him, and he with her.  With that flash of realization, Mark strengthened what he was doing to her and felt her react.

There were more sounds of pleasure as the women were fucked.  Paul loved being able to have two women almost at the same time, and enjoyed the show of the other men with Jackie.  The skinny thing under him wiggled well and he felt his control slip as the larger one started to come to another climax.  He let his body do what it would and felt the women with him get close, but not quite over the top.  Paul rumbled out some swear words as he came, a counterpoint to Jackie’s loud moans.

Phil saw that Mary was close and getting frustrated as the client came and then withdrew.  Phil did not want to move from where he was, but he was still hard and thought he could push Mary over the edge.  Phil tried to put on a condom too quickly and ripped he first one.  He rolled the second one on and went to his manager.

Mary smiled and nodded and soon had the younger man spreading her around his cock.  He lasted longer than she did, though not by much as her fingernails went into his shoulders and her breathing became ragged with her orgasm.  Phil went fast to keep up with Mary’s hips and found he was over the point of no return as she started to slow down and he didn’t.

Three of the five were done, for the moment.  The other two were laying next to each other, holding each other, as Jackie was coming down from the second climax and Mark was ready to go again himself.  They looked into each other’s eyes and Jackie smiled.  She was not sure if she really had the energy, but she pushed and was soon on top of Mark, knowing and not caring that he didn’t have a condom on.

She was very sensitive.  Mark’s cock went into her and she gasped, feeling the tight ridge inside her cunny grip him as his head went past.  She knew that she was going to cum again, and knew that would push Mark to cum with her.  They moved together, his hands on her hips and his face looking up at hers.

Their audience watched, seeing how obviously in love the two of them were.  They moved perfectly together.  Even their breathing was in sync.  The room was getting stuffy and smelled heavily of bodies and sex.  Mary opened one of the windows to let in some of the evening air, and some of the heat out.  The street was filled with car noises and sounds of happy people, covering the growing noises from the bed.

Their eyes did not leave each other.  They moved, thrusted, rolled together.  Mark spread his fingers as he put his hands above his head, Jackie pressing them down with her weight and intertwining her own fingers as she clasped his hands.  Her lips were close, but just out of range of Marks.  He lifted his head and she moved, smiling at his need for her.  He smiled, too, as the playfulness changed and she felt her third orgasm start, her eyes closing as she fell forward into him.

Her breath and moan was right there in his ear and he could not hold back.  He hadn’t remembered cumming more than twice in a day in years and that day, Jackie had  brought out three.  She let his hands go and he held her, feeling her melt into him as her exhaustion finally took her.

Reality came back to them both slowly.  They caressed each other but did not say anything as they lay on the bed.  A squeak startled both of them and they looked over to see Mary between the other two men, Phil’s strength holding her up as he was thrusting into her, Paul behind her, holding her breasts.

Mark’s arms were still around Jackie as they watched the others.  She had not left him, she had been with him and was still with him.  That was almost as good as the sex they had just had.  He looked at her and saw her smile, even in her eyes.  No, not sex.  They had made love.

“I love you, Jackie, baby.”

She kissed him on the nose.  “I love you, too Mark.”  They recovered on the bed and watched as Mary tried her best to exhaust the other two men in the room.

 

“I’ll email you the signed contract, Frank.”

Doing business in bed and then around the pool was the speed that the team wished they could always do it.  It was not going to last, but the convention was worth it just for Mr. Talude’s contract alone, even without the side benefits.

It was a morning for recovery.  The convention still had several days to go.  The four did not think anything would go amiss if they took the morning off from the booth.  They had parted around 3 am, their client staying with Mark and Jackie, and helping to wake Jackie, and the rest of the neighborhood, earlier than anyone thought they would be awake.  There was breakfast at a local place and then a happy if bleary decision to lounge by the pool that was heartily followed by all of the team.

Paul went back up to Fort Lauderdale after a contract was signed.  He liked the terms, and that there would be hands-on management during the project.  He liked the hands of both women and hoped to be able to have them both to himself at some point.

Jackie did not swim that morning.  Her legs already had been reduced to jello before she had been able to make it out of bed that morning.  She did not want to push it with too many laps.  Mark lounged next to her, smiling and holding her hand when they stretched towards each other.  They were both happy, the envy and jealousy past them.

Mary and Phil were both relaxed and happy, but not for the same reasons.  Mary had explored being with someone after being with Frank for several years and had found she liked it, but wanted to be back with Frank.  Phil was happy that he had been there, had been able to have sex with the two women managers of the department, and still have a job.  There was more to it, but Phil had a stupidly wide grin on his face that was not going away even as the morning stretched towards noon and they had to go back to work.

Jackie was the first to stand from their laziness.  The others groaned, but Mary and Mark knew they had several hours before they had to be on duty.  Jackie was kissed thoroughly by Mark before she led Phil from the pool area, thinking that it was a shame there were so many people at the rooftop pool that they couldn’t duck into the cabana...  But she knew they had to be back at the convention.

The walk to the vendor’s hall seemed to take a long time.  The men and women at the convention seemed to all want to talk to Phil and Jackie as they made their way to their booth.  Some of the people didn’t even know what their company did.  After one man was fairly blunt, Jackie smiled over at Phil.  It was going to be a profitable convention.

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