Date: Sun, 22 Jun 2008 16:17:44 EDT
From: Char144mma@aol.com
Subject: Southern Hospitality

Southern Hospitality

By Char


I was in Atlanta Georgia at a gift show with one of the companies I
represented. Dressed in a wine suit with a cream blouse and burgundy high
heels, I was doing what we always did, pressing flesh and trying to get the
customers interested in placing an order. This was say three of four and my
feet were killing me not to mention the slight hangover from our bosses
taking us out to Bones, a very nice steakhouse in Buck head.  I am sure the
steak was delicious but I know the martinis were strong.  I barely remember
getting back to my hotel and leaving a wake up call for 6am. Thank God I
don't have to do too many road shows in a row or I would be a run down
alcoholic. I am in my early thirties and very attractive if I do say so. I
love to dress up for the shows and I love to feel as feminine as
possible. I know it is an unfair advantage to the guys but that is who I
am, oh yeah and a lesbian as well.

	One great thing about Atlanta is that it draws people from the
whole country but especially from the Southern states. Not to stereotype
but I have found more hot looking women in the south than anywhere and
their accents make me melt. That slow southern drawl and their southern
charm really does a number on me.  I was chatting with another sales rep,
comparing this show to the last and comparing our sales to date to last
years, basically batting the breeze when a woman walked into the booth with
the greenest eyes I have ever seen. She had soft red hair which may account
for the green eyes and was dressed in a green dress that made her pale skin
look like peaches and cream. Her name tag said she was from North Carolina,
I noticed it as I pounced on her before any other reps could.  I offered
her my hand and we held hands for a few moments while I introduced myself
and the company. Her smile was a delight and her easy going demeanor
disarmed me. I finally noticed we were still holding our handshake. I
blushed as I pulled my hand away.

"No hurry Darlin" she said as she saw me flush. I was noticing how soft
your hand is. What do you use to moisturize? I laughed a little, still
slightly uncomfortable. Well last night it was gin. I meant this to
distract her and unarm her in case she was nervous.

"I must apply some myself tonight "she said in the loveliest southern
drawl. I realized I was getting hot and looked around to see if anyone else
was paying attention. Being a lesbian was my well kept secrete.

"Perhaps you can help me apply the correct amount of gin to achieve such
soft and subtle skin". Again I found myself flushed.

I tried desperately to get back on sales, taking her along the displays and
pointing out the newer and hottest items. She played along but I noticed
she was checking me out whenever I turned back to talk directly to her.

	The last thing you want to do in a business situation is to read
the signals wrong. It can be a disaster; I could end up fired if the
customer should complain. I have to admit that I was ready to walk out with
her and go straight to the hotel but I didn't dare chance it. What if she
was just exuding southern charm and I made the wrong move.

We continued talking and I finally got her to say let's write an order. So
for the next half hour we were tied at the hip, discussing this item or
that. Her eyes kept searching deep into mine as we worked and I decided
that if she gave me an opening I had to take it. I had checked out her
breast, medium and firm, pert actually would be a better description. Her
bottom was nice as well, not tiny but not overly large either. She had a
great figure. By the time we put the order to rest, I was way past
interested, and I wanted her in a bad way.

She shook my hand to thank me and say goodbye and again we held hands way
too long. "So "she asked, do you have time for a cocktail after work or are
you booked up with big customers."

I know I flushed again, but managed to get out a high pitched, "I would
love to join you." We exchanged cell numbers and I watched her confidently
walk away swaying her attractive behind as she went.

	The rest of the afternoon flew by; I was lost in thought, re
running out tet a tet and hoping she was as attracted to me as I was to
her. Seven pm finally arrived and we grabbed our phones and purses and said
our good nights. The rep from New York walked with me toward the door and
managed to act subtle asking me if I wanted to join him for dinner. I
politely blew him off and got to the line for the shuttle bus back to my
hotel.

While I watched the full bus pull away I realized we might be awhile
getting to the room, so I dialed Dianne's number. It rang five times before
she answered. My heart was in my throat when her soft drawl said, "Dianne
here.  Hi, this is Char for earlier; we talked about possibly having a
drink after the show?

"Why I was hopping you would call, you were such a delight to work with. Do
you know Atlanta?"

I am at the Embassy Suites, but I can take a cab anywhere, just name it.

I am very near the convention center and headed back to my hotel; do you
know the Adams Mark? I laughed because I could see the hotel from where I
stood. "I am looking right at it; I am in line for the shuttle bus, at the
convention center.

"Stay right there young lady and I will be out-front in two shakes. I am in
a bright yellow four door Jaguar sedan.

The line went dead. I bowed out of my place in line and moved to a vantage
point where I could see incoming traffic. Sure enough in just a few
minutes, Dianne pulled up right in front of me, her channel sunglasses
hiding her green eyes.

 I hoped in and closed the door, turned to face her and we both smiled.

"Is gin your drink of choice?" I know a quiet lounge that makes the perfect
martinis."

"Sounds lovely."

There was a momentary lag in the conversation and I took advantage of it to
check out her silky legs, the car seat had her skirt jacked up so their was
a lot of flesh exposed. I think erotic moments like this are what make
romance so much fun.

She slyly half turned her face and smiled, catching me staring. "That's why
I drive a stick, I like the feel of my skin on the leather as I change
gears and she dropped it down one and swung around a pickup that was
doddling.

I was oddly comfortable with her in control, she was enjoying my company
and I was enjoying her very feminine manner. When she shifted back into
forth, her hand glazed my thigh, slightly pulling up my skirt. She half
glanced over and smiled widely. Now I was sure we were on a date.

We pulled into a brick parking lot next to a small joint called Ramon's and
parked. She switched off the engine and quickly turned and planted a kiss
on my lips. I was momentarily stunned but my hands found her waist, the
small of her back and I kissed her back. She tasted like heaven, like she
was brand new off the showroom floor. Her scent added even more power to
the kiss. She pulled off her shades and with those intense green eyes, she
look deep inside me and said, "I didn't want you to have to wonder inside
if we were on the same page. I intend to do my best to seduce you and at
the very least get you drunk."

I smiled and reached around to pull her body to mine and kissed her deeply
again. "I was hopping you would."

Inside Ramon's was just like you would imagine it, a nicely appointed bar
with dark leather trim and several intimate red leather booths in dim
lights. Dianne led the way; I followed admiring her sexy walk and nice
behind. We took a quiet booth away from the small crowd and scooted in
sitting pretty close to each other.

A nice gentleman came over to take our order and we gave him our full
attention.

"Welcome to Ramon's, we have a full bar but our house specialty is a dry
Gin Martini, what would you ladies like?"

We dispatched him to bring us martinis and he no sooner left before I felt
Dianne's hand on my knee, slowly sliding under my skirt. I have to say I
was surprised by how hot his made me. Sitting in a public room with a
gorgeous woman's fingers approaching my special spot. I blushed because I
suddenly felt moist in anticipation. Her eyes said it all; she knew I was
as excited as she was.

"We could skip the drinks"? I managed to get out.

"Anticipation is the strongest aphrodisiac I do believe, she drawled and
slowly stopped her fingers short of their destination and slowly caressed
my inner thigh as she withdrew her hand.

Our drinks showed up just then and we smiled and chit chatted with the
waiter. He guessed we were here with the convention and offered his
services as a local should we need any directions or advice. We thanked him
and he left.

During the conversation I felt Dianne's stocking foot caress y ankle and
calf, the feel of nylon against nylon was a very pleasant one indeed.

"I think we should go by your hotel room after this and get your pj's; I
think we girls should have a sleepover. You might want to bring you outfit
for tomorrow as well.

Her smile was not only beautiful but mischievous as well. We toasted to
Atlanta and tasted one of the best martinis I have ever had.

I suddenly giggled out loud, thinking of me in jamies when I knew we would
be naked as jaybirds hungry for each others flesh all night.

When she questioned me I laughed and said jamies, good one!"

 We stayed for a second round and flirted shamelessly with each other, I
went to pick up the tab but Dianna's hand grasped mine and said, "Tonight
is on me."

Back in her Jaguar we kissed briefly then drove off. I was inebriated and
not really caring where we were headed. My head laid back on the headrest I
was just feeling content.

At the first red light a jacked up pick up pulled up next to us and a
sleeveless guy hung out the window and said something lewd to me, Dianna
only smiled and leaned over and kissed me full on the lips, placing her
hand on my left breast for the first time.  The two red necks hooted and
hollered and took off laying rubber. Most likely we made their night. We
laughed and giggled about how they would go home and masturbate to the
fantasy we gave them and then we pulled into a Nordstrom's parking lot.

I gave Dianne a questioning look and she said, "Come on, andlet's have some
fun."

We walked in to the store and she led me straight to the lingerie section,
"You do need some jimmies, she giggled. Well flannel jamies were the last
thing on her mind, she picked out a couple silk nightgowns and asked me to
try them on. I was in no mood to argue so I went in the changing room. I
decided to come out and have a look in the mirror, the gown felt so lovely
I wondered if it looked as good as it felt. I was at the full length mirror
when Dianna came up behind me and placed her arms around my waist. She held
my hips and adjusted the materiel a little as if fitting me but she was
actually using it as an excuse to whisper in my ear. "I don't know why I am
buying you this, because I just want to get you out of it. You look so
sexy; I could eat you up right here."

I now knew I would have to buy the nightgown, I was so wet, I would be
afraid to return it to the rack, it must smell of me because my hormones
were in high gear. I looked at Dianne's reflection in the mirror and wanted
to turn around and kiss her right there. I hurriedly went back to change,
but before I could come out, Dianne knocked and when I opened the door a
crack she handed me a charcoal Hastens suit and a mauve silk blouse. "Try
them on for me?"

Well who was I do argue I slipped the skirt over my slip and carefully
unbuttoned and rebut toned the blouse, then put on the jacket. It felt
wonderful, such fine materiel, I came out to show Dianne and she
beamed. Now we can skip your hotel and I can take to my place for that
sleepover.

We argued slightly about her paying for these cloths but in the end she was
so happy and wanted to do it so badly that I gave in. On the way toward the
door, Dianne stopped and picked up two sets of matching panties and bras,
verifying my size and not taking a no for an answer. We walked out into the
humid night air, me waltzing on air, her so happy I just wanted to hold
her.  Tossing the packages in the back seat, we were off. "I think tonight
calls for Champaign don't you?" She swerved off the main street into a
liquor store parking lot. Moments later she returned with a sack and she
got in and kissed me quickly on the lips.

At the Adams Mark we strolled through the lobby and up to the 12th floor
where we found our way to her room. Once the door closed, I Pushed my body
against her, forcing her back to the door and french kissed her deeply. My
fingers reaching all over at once, feeling her breast, her hips and her
wonderful ass cheeks. She was a perfect creation. We kissed for a few more
moments and she said, "Go ahead and freshen up and get on your nightgown
and I will pour the Champaign."

As promised, when I returned to her suite, she had the lights low and was
waiting with two glasses of bubbly. I fell into her arms as we embraced and
smiled in contentment as she held me.  We sat on a loveseat, my body
leaning into hers and we moaned in pleasure as we sipped the Champaign. Her
hands wandered here and there, feeling my body under the nightgown, and the
silk felt like pure heaven where ever she touched me.

Dianne gave me a peck and excused herself, "Please help yourself to the
Champaign, I will just be a minute." I closed my eyes for a second at least
I thought it was a second and I heard a soft noise. I opened my eyes to see
Dianne in emerald green panties and matching bra, backlit by the bathroom
light, her skin was the creamiest color I have ever seen and her eyes
picked up the color of her lingerie and sparkled like jewels. I nearly came
right on the spot. I got up and walked to her and embraced, kissing her
gently, wanting to stretch out the moment. She had just applied more
perfume, not much but a hint mixing with her womanly scent, I nestled my
face in the crook of her neck and tried to drink her in. My thoughts
running wild wanting to taste her entire body.

We kissed deeply and our hands explored each other and our breathing became
heavy. We moved toward the bed and I eased her down on the crisp
sheets. She looked like an angle, her red hair splayed out across the white
linen. I bent down and kissed her breast in turn through the bra, and could
feel her nipples harden. I kissed her soft chest and belly and the faint
scent of her womanhood filled my nose and I knew I was going to have her
under my control very soon. I just wanted to feel her writhe in ecstasy as
she orgasmed while I tasted her most intimate fluids. She had me in a
trance.

I felt the nightgown lift up over my hips and I paused just long enough to
let it slip over my head. I slowly pealed down her panties and kissed the
newly exposed skin as I did and I felt by bra come off. She so subtly
lifted her hips just enough for her panties to slide off. I then kissed her
moist pussy, like her lips were the lips on her face, I lip to lip kissed
her until she squirmed and brought her hips toward my mouth signaling she
wanted more. I could feel her warm fingers massaging my breast and
fingering my nipples. I took my finger and thumb and opened her labia and
exposed her clit. It was pink and moist and begging me to lick it. Her hips
practically moved it into my mouth. I felt her hands grab my hips and turn
me around so she could reach my sex. I slowly buried my face in her moist
sex and let my tongue swirl around and around her clit. Now she moaned
softly with pleasure and I felt my panties come off.

I continued to eat her sweetness and she continued to push her hips into my
mouth, swaying and gyrating as if to get a better position. Suddenly I felt
her mouth on my clit and I nearly exploded. I was so sexually charged up
anyway form loving this woman that when she touched my clit I shivered in
pleasure. We both moaned and suddenly I knew I couldn't hold back any
longer and I felt her clit force its way against my tongue just as I let go
in ecstasy. She moaned and bucked and had an orgasm as well. We must have
stayed in a state of pleasure for several minutes until I felt her body
relax as her hips slowly fall back to the sheets. I turned and climbed on
top of her, breast to breast and we kissed deeply and moaned in mutual
pleasure. I fell off to the side and laid my head on her chest, satisfied
but in a state of total lust. I drank in her sent, the taste of her in my
mouth, her light sweat on her skin and the wonderful perfume all mixed in
one wonderful cocktail. I know I was smiling but I didn't have to strength
feel it. Dianne had given me the most memorable sex of my life.