Business Trip - Second Night

The second night. . .

I awoke the next morning with only the slightest of hangovers from lastnight's beer. I smelled like dried cum, which was caked on my cock, and stale pee and beer. A quick run thru the shower, this time for washing me not for playing in, and all the usual morning ambulations. Within a short time I was ready to head down to breakfast.

As part of this software conference, the sponsors had set up a breakfast buffet, and were hoping that the attendees would get to know each other better. I grabbed some grapefruit juice, bacon, a bit of scrambled egg and a bagel. Not to mention the coffee. Met a few interesting people, we chatted, the verbal kind of chat at breakfast.

The day went well for the first work day of one of these software conferences, I am both an attendee, learning in most sessions, and a lecturer at one session. My lecture one was the last one of the first afternoon, from 3:15 until 4:45. My topic, SQL Indexing and performance enhancement using Vector Indexes. Now there is a real mouth full! But there is value in it from my work, and in getting both a fee for speaking, and reduced cost for attending all the other lectures. Well worth it.

Amazingly, I had a good group of folks at my class, fifty seven in the session, I was very happy with that.

At the end of the session, which I let out about 5 minutes early, I was packing up, my notes and putting away my laptop, which I had used for the powerpoint presentation. People were visiting as they left. A few came up to talk to me and ask questions. I really enjoy meeting all these wonderfully curious and intelligent people.

Down to only one person left, as I am hefting the pc bag. He looks familiar, but I figure I've seen so many people at so many conferences, that I must have seen him at one or more before. His name is Dave, he hands me has business card, and after his name, he has penciled in the word - DING!

I look closely at him, recognition must be showing on my face, then he says "Fizzy?".

That's it, I have never before actually met any one with whom I had had cyber sex, I don't say a word, but he must be reading it in my face. I guess I can't exactly say I've been caught, because he was doing much the same as I was, so at worst it is a mutual catching.

"How about a beer at the hotel pub?" he asks me.

Relief, there won't be some sort of odd lecture or retribution, not if he wants to have a brew. I'm all for it, we walk out of the conference room, heading for the lobby, and the pub off to the side. He asks, me some technical stuff, and tell's me about some of the issues his employer has with large database tables and slow performance.

We sit near the far end of the bar, placing our lap tops on the floor next to the stools. For me a black