“I do when I’m not working, and this conference I don’t consider work. I’m Mike by the way.”“I’m Monica,” I replied.Long story short, ... accepted his invite and had lunch with him at the bar. I’m not a big drinker but can hold my own. After a few hours of conversation and drinks which flew by, we noticed the conference participants leaving for the day.Mike mentioned that he was staying at the hotel next to the conference center, which also happened to be the same place I was booked for the next. Sobha mein nashta ker ke apne kamre mein chala giya or perhayi kerne laga phir 11:30 baje khala mare kamre mein jharoo dane ayein mager khala ne aj khole gale wali qameeq nahi pehny howi thi, khala jharoo dane ke baad chaly gayein or thori dair bad dobara ayein mager haath mein mare liye khane ke liye koch tha mein ne thanks kiya khala phir chali gayein thori dair baad berton lane ke liyein ayeen to me ne kaha ke khala ap mare paas baith jaoo batein kertein hein, khala ne kaha ke ok ham batein. Ashleigh seemed to sense this from the moment I entered her hotel room. Blond, 5 foot 9, beautiful face, dressed to the 9's with a semi see through blouse revealing very little in reality, a black skirt, just past her knees, stockings and black heels. She waved me into the room and gestured toward the couch.Sitting in a chair beside me Ashleigh began to ask me about my experiences in the past. I related my somewhat still unclear proclivity to abandon seeing all of my previous encounters, still. " Yes, you should have," she smiled teasingly. I smiled back tentatively. "If I'd known your chest was that sensitive I would have been," I joked back. The discomfort we were both feeling dropped a bit, but there was still a sexual tension that I tried hard to ignore. I was only moderately successful."Liar!" she grinned. I couldn't help it. I laughed."Well, maybe if you didn't smell so good," I added."I smell good?" she asked."Oh yeah!" I said with more passion than I meant. We both blushed and.