“It turned me on. Riding down in that elevator, with no panties on. Knowing those guys had seen. It turned me on so much. So, when I got to bar, when Tim finally told me he’d seen me taking a picture of my pussy, right there at the bar… I was so turned on. I told him. I told him my man had told me to take my panties off. That you wanted me to flash guys at the bar. So, he offered to take another pic for me and I flashed my boob at him… and like, half the bar. I bet so many guys saw.
“I was so turned on… and Tim was nice… so, I told him. I told him your fantasy… about me fucking another guy.”
“… and he decided to be that guy,” Dan concluded.
“No,” Jenn snapped. “I decided. You kept talking about your fantasy, and it became my fantasy. Tim was nice and he was flirty but even after I told… after I told him about the fantasy, he didn’t push. He hinted a lot, but he didn’t assume or insist. So, I decided. I invited back to my room.”
“… and fucked him,” Dan said.
“Yes,” Jenn answered confidently, “I did. I fucked him. I stripped for him and I sucked his cock. He has a really nice cock, Dan… almost as nice as yours. He played with my tits and he ate my pussy and then… then he entered me and it felt so good. Oh god, Dan, it felt nasty and wicked and so very good. He fucked me and fucked me.”
“He was fucking you when I texted,” Dan repeated.
“He heard my phone. He stopped, to check it,” Jenn replied. “When he saw it was you… he just flipped me over, face down, and pushed back inside me. He told me I should answer. It really turned him on. He just went wild. I think he wanted me to call you, but I texted instead.”
There was another silence.
“It’s really hard to type,” Jenn added lamely. “When someone is fucking you that hard.”
Dan laughed. Suddenly, unexpected, he just started laughing. He couldn’t help it. He just laughed and laughed. Slowly, Jenn started laughing too, until finally the two of them were just laughing uncontrollably over the phone. All the tension between them bled away. Almost all. The knot in Dan’s stomach, at least, was gone. His raging hard-on, he thought, was in danger of doing him serious injury.
“Are you… ok?” Jenn said as the laughter finally faded.
“Are you wearing panties?” Dan asked.
“What?!” Jenn replied, shocked. “Yes!”
“Well, take them off,” Dan demanded. “Right now, take ’em off. Sluts like you don’t wear panties.”
“Dan!” Jenn exclaimed, shocked by his use of the word ‘slut.’
“What, I’m a perv for wanting this,” Dan said firmly. “You’re a slut for doing it. In fact, I think no more underwear for you for the rest of the conference. No bra, no panties. Nothing.”
There was a long pause, then Jenn replied, “Ok.”
“So,” Dan said. “Take ’em off.”
“Dan,” Jenn hissed, “I can’t… not right this second. I’m in the hotel lobby.”
“So, everyone in the lobby heard you yell about getting fucked,” Dan replied.
“God.” Jenn’s embarrassment was plain. “I know, but I’m not taking off my panties for them.”
She paused, “Wait a second.”
Dan could almost hear her moving across the lobby.
“Where are you?” Jenn asked.
“At home, in my office,” Dan replied. “Where are you going?”
“Ladies’ room, dummy,” Jenn replied.
“Men’s,” Dan said firmly.
“I can’t,” Jenn whispered, shocked.
“Do it,” Dan insisted.
“Shit, shit, shit,” Jenn hissed into her phone. “Ok, perv, I’m in the Men’s but I’m going into a stall… and it’s empty so no one has seen me.”
“Yet, slut,” Dan chuckled.
Dan heard her muttering and shifting for a moment.
“OK,” Jenn said when she was done. “They’re off.”
“Panties and bra?” Dan asked firmly.
“Yes, you perv,” Jenn replied hotly. “but you’re out of luck because this skirt is a professional length.”
“I bet your blouse looks nice too,” Dan grinned.
“Shit,” Jenn snapped.
“How wet are you?” Dan asked.
“Perv,” Jenn shot back.
“Tell me,” he insisted.
“Oh god, I’m soaked, OK,” Jenn replied. “I’m completely horny and you’re probably lucky there’s no one else in here.”
She paused a moment before asking, “How hard are you?”
“I’m so hard, honey,” Dan replied. “I can’t believe how hard all this has made me.”
“I can,” Jenn actually giggled, then groaned.
“Are you touching yourself?” Dan asked, a little shocked.
“That’s what you want, isn’t it?” Jenn purred into the phone. “I’m here, in the Men’s restroom, with my skirt hiked up around my thighs, touching my dripping pussy. It feels good, Dan. It feel nasty and dirty and so good.”
“Just like last night,” Dan prompted, reaching into his own pants.
“Oh yes,” Jenn moaned. “When he touched me, I just shivered. I knew it was what we’d talked about, but doing it… I felt like such a bad girl and that just made it better. Oh, Dan, when he put his cock in me, it was so… ahh… so good.”
“You dirty slut,” Dan groaned.
“Tell me you’re stroking it,” Jenn growled. “Tell me you’re holding that beautiful hard cock.”
“I am,” Dan replied.
“Say it,” Jenn demanded.
“I’m stroking my hard… uhh… hard… cock,” Dan groaned.
“You’re thinking about him fucking me, aren’t you,” Jenn panted. “About him inside me. His big cock… ahhh… so big… in my pussy. My wet little pussy, all stretched out around his… uhhh… big cock… as he fucked… fucked… oh god… fucked me.”
“Oh shit,” Dan moaned. “Oh honey…”
“That’s it, Dan,” Jenn panted, “cum for me. Cum… ahhh… cum with me.”
“Shit!” Dan roared, his body spasming.
“Oh God!” Jenn shrieked into her phone.
For a time, the both sat panting through the phone at each other.
“I can’t believe,” Jenn gasped out, “that I just rubbed one out in a Men’s hotel restroom.”
“Slut,” Dan teased. “Call me after your seminars are done.”
“Perv,” Jenn replied.
