Suzanne 1

I checked in to my hotel in Lygon Street, late on Sunday afternoon. I walked the few blocks from there to Melbourne Uni, found the registration desk for the conference that I would be attending for the rest of the week, registered and then went to the ‘free’ reception, paid for out of my registration fee.

I stood chatting with some of the other attendees that I had met at other such conferences. A very attractive young woman joined our group, I guessed that she was a student, and so I made an effort to include her in our little group.

“Hi! I’m Bill Smith. I’m guessing that you are a PhD student. Am I right?”

“Yes. I’m Suzanne Jones. I’m in my first year of a PhD at Adelaide Uni.”

I introduced her to the rest of our little group, and we all chatted together for a while, until the booze ran out and people started to drift away. As I started to drift away too, Suzanne seemed to drift with me.

“That was good of you, Bill, to include me in your little group.”

“Well it wasn’t my little group, but I remember when I was a student at my first conference and someone did the same thing for me. So much of the value of attending a conference like this is in the unofficial contacts during lunches and tea breaks and other social events. I hope that I have helped you to break into the gossip groups.”

“Great! Thanks! Can I buy you another drink to say thank you? Please?”

“Why not? You’re very beautiful, and the night is still young.”

As we drank at a small bar, back on Lygon St, I learnt that Suzanne’s supervisor had found funds for a cheap airfare from Adelaide to Melbourne, and for a student concession registration, but there was not enough money for accommodation or even food. She was thinking to book into a backpacker hostel for the week. She had been living with a boyfriend in her flat in Adelaide, but she was thinking of throwing him out because he had been cheating on her. I must have had a lot to drink because I heard myself telling Suzanne that my wife of more than 30 years had lost interest in sex and I had not had any for the last six months.

“Wow! That must be awful! Why don’t you take a lover?”

“I’ve thought of it, but I don’t want to hurt my wife. We are still very comfortable together. If she found out, it would destroy our marriage.”

“Well, I’m guessing that you travel a lot. Why not a lover that you only see when you are away from home?”

“That would work, except I don’t know how to go about it.”

“Well. I’m volunteering for this week. I need a place to sleep. You would like a lover. If I come back to your hotel room with you we both get something we need.”

I was shocked. I was shocked at myself, because I actually liked the idea. There was a huge grin on my face. My cock was growing inside my trouser leg. Suzanne looked at my huge grin.

“I take that as a ‘yes’, right? I think that you should buy me dinner first.