Finally Stacey snapped.

They'd been teasing each other for hours. It was subtle teasing, but teasing none the less, and even the most experienced seductress has her limits.

Carefully Stacey saved her work, put the computer on the hotel bed, and stood.

Katelin looked up at her from the other bed, saw the look in Stacey's eye, and wondered what the hell she'd gotten herself into now, because Stacey looked completely crazed. Perhaps this idea of seducing a straight married coworker had not been as wonderful as it first seemed. Perhaps the straight married coworker was now angry at herself or the world for having feelings she could not control. Perhaps the straight married coworker was about to attack her. Perhaps that was why Stacey was pulling her blouse off over her head as she approached the bed where Katelin lay in fear and lust and trembling. Perhaps that was why Stacey was dropping her skirt to the floor as she bent over Katelin and kissed her very, very forcefully.

Or perhaps not, Katelin thought, as she raised her ass off the bed and helped Stacey slide her shorts down her legs. Perhaps not indeed, as Stacey's hand stroked its way back up Katelin's legs to her wet and rapidly wetter cunt, to her clit, and then, with two, three, four fingers, inside her, deep inside her, tickled her G-spot. For a supposedly straight married coworker she was damn good at finger-fucking. She had done this before, thought Katelin with rapidly increasing incoherence, or had spent a great deal of time frigging herself mercilessly.

But it was time to stop thinking, time to lose herself in the moment of the kiss and the hand and the other hand now on her left breast, on her right breast, moving back and forth between both breasts.

Actually it was too fucking much. Katelin needed to be back in charge. Reaching up with both arms Katelin grabbed Stacey's right arm with her left hand, put her right hand firmly on Stacey's left hip, pulled down with the left hand and shoved with the right, flipping Stacey over her and on to her back next to her, turning with the same motion straddling Stacey's right leg with her hips and bending over to stare just for a second into those deep and soulful eyes before kissing her with passionate intensity.

Their lips were soft against each other, their tongues were playful, and as they kissed Stacey raised her right knee, ever so subtly, so that her thigh was pressed against Katelin's clit. Katelin without breaking the kiss began to slide back and forth, humping Stacey's thigh and moaning into her mouth.

Unable to fight the urge to make Stacey come, Katelin lowered her head to Stacey's left breast, grabbed the long hard nipple between her lips and pulled.

"Harder!" Stacey hissed.

"oh God" moaned Katelin back, and complied with even greater vigor.

Which was the exact and incredibly inopportune moment that they heard the voices in the hall and fumbling with the thankfully confounding electronic lock.

Katelin rolled off, Stacey jumped up, and they both somehow found, grabbed, and pulled on their clothes before the other two women, whom they had forgotten in their lust, managed to pull their suitcases in through the door.

The company, which was admittedly not very large, and already spending a great deal of money to fly four employees to work the show and possibly not putting a great deal of value on women working as booth bimbos, or maybe thinking that a trip to San Francisco was really a vacation, had decided in its infinite and collective wisdom to squeeze all four women into one hotel room and two reasonably large but hardly enormous beds.

Stacey, sensing the imminent slipping away of an incredible opportunity quickly offered to move her stuff from the bed she had been occupying, and plumped it down on Katelin's, leaving one bed for the two newcomers and strongly implying that Stacey and Katelin would be sharing.

The four of them chatted amiably as everyone settled or resettled into the room, emptying bags, filling drawers and closets, deciding a schedule for the rest of the evening. Finally when everything was in place, they grabbed the canister with the collapsed booth, the bags with the computers and the boxes with the literature and headed through the hotel and across the glass walkway to the convention center and the show floor.

Somehow Stacey and Katelin managed to control themselves through the setting up of the booth, the testing of the computer connections and the demo software, the disconnecting and repacking of the computers, and dinner in the hotel restaurant, where there were lingering glances, subtle touches winks and lip lickings that hopefully went unnoticed by their colleagues.

What with he long flight across the continent, the time change, the booth setup, dinner, and the need to wake up early the next morning everyone, Katelin and Stacey especially, agreed on their arrival back at the hotel room that it was bedtime, and after quick changes into pajamas they were all under their respective covers with the lights out.

Lying next to each other on their backs looking up into the dark, Stacey and Katelin's hands found each other under the sheets and their fingers interlocked as they listened to the movements and the breathing and eventually the snoring from the next bed. As of one mind they turned their heads toward each other and kissed silently. The kiss broken, their eyes adjusting to the dark they stared at each other as Kateln unlaced her fingers and rolled slightly toward Stacey so that her movements would be visible and obvious, put her left hand on her own breast, and her right hand had down her own pajama pants. Stacey rolled into the same position witht her left hand on her own breast and her right hand down her own pajama pants and both began to rub themselves just lightly at first and pinch themselves just gently at first. But as they stared at each other only inches away and listened to their own breathing and the snoring of the women in the next bed, as they watched each other's hands, remembered their earlier coupling, empathized with each other's pleasure and felt their own pleasure mounting, their hands moved faster and harder and rougher, their excitement grew, feeding off each other, biting their own lips so as not to cry out and wake their sleeping coworkers, reaching, growing, building, faster, harder, tighter, longer, fingers shoved inside themselves, both hands between their legs now, one on the clit and one inside, wishing for release aching for each other, coming, biting, coming, soft uncontrollable moans escaping, exploding into each other's arms, kissing, panting, sweating, holding each other tight as their orgasms rocked through them, sharing the glory and the spasms and the aftershocks and the endorphins, giggling riotous, smirking joyous giggles, burying their heads in each other's shoulders, holding on for dear life at the incredible riotous chaos of their own insanity, and then kissing again, tenderly, before drifting off into sleep together.