I had given that particular presentation about seven times before that day. I try to make each presentation unique, something different, if for no other reason than to keep my own interest level up. How exciting can commercial website development be?

I decided early on that she wasn't very interested in what I was saying. She sat there oblivious to anyone around her, doodling,
I thought, playing with her pen on paper. She was a striking woman. I noticed her immediately when she came into the room.
The black leather dress under her black leather trench coat was tastefully understated. But it was the woman in the leather dress that made the look. I watched the curve of her ass speak through the leather dress as she shrugged out of the leather trench coat and took her seat.

The roomful of people listened politely while she doodled and I talked and wondered if she was wearing panties. I covered aggregate linkages and decided she must be wearing a thong.

I had been talking for maybe an hour, answering questions, the same questions I had heard every single time I'd done the presentation. I smiled and tried to make every questioner think his or her question was the best and brightest I'd ever encountered.
I was doing pretty good when I noticed her watching me, smiling at me and watching me, not listening to me, just watching me, smiling. Watching and assessing, I decided.

I don't know that I had ever felt so intensely watched, so intensely taken in, so unabashedly scrutinized. And she didn't seem to care that I sensed what she was doing. I would look at her, letting my gaze pass over the room, letting it linger on her for a moment, and she would just smile at me, smile into my eyes for a moment before letting her eyes drift down from mine over my body.

I finished my presentation with her staring at my crotch. The room applauded, but not her. The others began to leave, but not her. She
sat and watched me collect my overheads and papers into my briefcase. When I finally turned to look at her, she was smiling a wicked sort of smile, maybe the most provocative smile I had ever seen. Her eyes twinkled and her mouth sort of twisted into something between a grin and a smile, but nonetheless it was a wicked, mischievous smile.

Before I could think of anything brilliant to say, she began to rise out of her chair. Without breaking eye contact, she took her leather coat from the back of her chair, put it on and turned toward the door. As she stepped toward the hall she wiggled a finger for me to follow. I don't think I even considered for a moment not following her.

I followed the woman in the black leather dress into the hall and through the lobby of the convention center. I didn't catch up to her, still walking maybe twenty feet or so behind her. She never paused, never looked back to see if I was there, she just walked with deliberateness and confidence. The attitude was all over her.

The crowd was milling around, people talking in groups and pairs, most of them shifting between presentations and rooms and registration tables. I followed the woman through it all, my eyes taking in each inch of her, my previous thoughts of her ass under the dress were confirmed, nice ass, nice, and no panties lines: thong, I still thought. She took us away from the hustle and bustle, turning down a hall. When she opened an exit door leading into the stairwell, she stopped for a moment and flashed me that smile again.
Then she was through the door. I caught it before it swung shut and followed her into the stairwell.

The air in the stairwell was still and thick and quiet. I moved through the door behind her, moving closer with a couple of quick steps. The door swung closed and clicked secure with a reverberating metal sound before she turned. In that moment we stood looking at each other, her smiling that bemused smile I saw her smile at me during my presentation.

What now, asked her smile. I answered by moving my hands to her shoulders, then to the back of her head, pulling her mouth to mine, pushing my tongue into her mouth to search for hers. Her tongue greeted mine and I imagined it smiling to me as she had done before.

As I kissed her, her hands were between us unbuckling and unzipping my slacks. Our tongues played as her fingers unclasped the clasp and pushed my slacks down. I wondered what she thought of finding no underwear but I didn't ask. I just continued kissing her and enjoying the feel of her hands on my cock, my balls, and the tip of my cock where I was sure a large drop of clear pre-cum had
already built.

Her fingers were wrapped around the shaft of my cock stroking me idly as I kissed her and began to pull upward on the sides of her leather dress. Upward slowly the soft black leather came, slowly, smoothly, evenly until the hem of her dress was in my hands at her waist. The gather of leather held there on the swell of her hips as I moved my hands downward to feel the smooth skin of her hips and ass, encased by her long flowing leather trench coat. No underwear, no thong, nothing. The cheeks of her ass were full in my hands as I kissed her, or better said, as she kissed me. It was her tongue searching and playing with mine then. It was her hands stroking my cock and fondling my balls.

And it was her who broke the kiss to smile at me again.

"Fuck me," was all she said as she turned in front of me.

She raised one foot onto a step and bent slightly at the waist. I looked at her, savouring her gorgeous leather clad body as she smiled back at me watching me take in the look of her body, all of her from her shoulders over her back, down to her ass, and beyond over her legs. Her pussy smiled at me too, I think, winked at me maybe, invited me to put something inside it, to fuck it.

I stepped closer and placed the tip of my cock at the mouth of the smooth wet lips between her legs. She sighed deeply and bent over further as the head of my cock pressed her lips wide, spreading them, forcing them open. I watched her open to take me, the wet lips stretching over my cock's head, stretching until the head was gone and inside, stretching until they swallowed my shaft as it slid inside her.

I pressed forward entering her until I felt my balls against the spot where her clit was likely hiding, until my pubic hair pressed against the cheeks of her ass.

"Fuck me," she almost growled amidst a moan.

So, I did. I held her hips in my hands as I began to stroke in and out of her, my eyes fixed on the mouth of her pussy wrapped around me, wet, shining, swollen, dark pink, almost red in the dull light.

The pace quickened as I moved my hands to the cheeks of her ass and spread them. She moaned and her breath quickened. I think she came then, no, I know she did because her body shuttered and I felt her pussy spasm on my cock. But I kept fucking her, stroking her to another orgasm, hoping to push her further, and hoping I could go along with her.

I couldn't see her face but I could see her arms and knew her hands were beneath her. One hand was at her breast, I thought, the other below her because I could feel her fingers brushing on my balls at intervals. She was rubbing her clit and my balls in random patterns. I wanted to give her more, to take more for myself, so I licked my thumb as I fucked her and eased it slowly into her ass.

She gasped again and came, no doubt this time. I heard her mumble something but I couldn't understand. I just held her, my thumb deep in her ass, and fucked her as hard as I could without hurting either of us.

I admit now, I was lost in the moment, lost in the experience, in the passion. I had no sense of time then nor do I have one now that can be applied to it. I was just there, there completely, there fucking her without question or thought. But I knew when I was on the verge of cumming and I remember telling her so.

"I want to see," she said clearly between breaths.

I pulled my cock from her pussy and we both moved at the same time. I moved toward her face as she turned still bent at the waist.
I held my cock and stroked it hard and fast for her to watch. Her leather clad ass was rubbing against the concrete wall, causing a big grey scuff mark to appear on her expensive leather coat, but I didn’t care. Her eyes were still fixed on my cock as my hand moved over it.

"Now," I told her somehow just before the first blast of cum escaped the tip and flew in an arch and landed on the left arm of her leather coat. A second followed in a pulse, then a third, then more cum oozed from the tip, each spurt soaking an area of her leather coat, my fingers squeezing my cock, squeezing the head, milking myself for her to see.

I was spent but stood somehow in front of her. She moved slowly to stand upright, her dress still bunched around her waist, and sticky spunk dripping down the front of her leather coat. We kissed again then, my cock drooling cum between us, her pussy hot and wet between her legs.

A door opened and shut somewhere below us. We heard voices, sounding as if they were moving up the stairs toward us. We gathered ourselves and I dressed quickly without speaking. What a mess she looked, her leather trench coat streaked with my cum, and dirty scuff marks on her backside. She was through the door first and I assumed she would wait for me in the hall. She didn't. I stepped into the hall and saw her some distance away walking quickly toward the elevators.

I didn't follow her. I've often wondered what would have happened if I had. And in that moment with her gone and me standing alone in the hall, I remember wondering if the people on the stairs would step in the puddles of cum. Maybe they would slip and fall. Maybe they would curse the mess. Maybe, I thought.

She was gone and I was wondering about strangers in the stairwell. Shit, I remember telling myself. Shit.