“Why am I doing this?” Jenn muttered to herself, squeezing her thighs together tightly as she sat down in the lecture hall.
“I don’t know, it could be fun.”
Jenn jumped slightly at the unexpected response from the man she hadn’t realized was taking the seat next to her. Her heart, racing, was suddenly in her throat and her chest heaved, which wasn’t helping matters.
“The lecture?” the man smiled mildly at her, gesturing vaguely at the distant podium. “Could be fun.”
“Yeah,” Jenn smiled weakly back. “Maybe.”
Of course, he meant the lecture, she mentally kicked herself. He had no way of knowing that she wasn’t wearing underwear. No way of knowing that her boyfriend Dan, currently at home on the other side of the country, had insisted that sluts like Jenn had proven herself to be, don’t wear things like panties or bras while at a conference.
The man… why did he look oddly familiar… settled into the seat next to her and gave a polite smile. His eyes traveled swiftly down her body, examining her as men so often did. Jenn flushed under that gaze.
In a quiet, rational part of her mind, Jenn knew that her skirt was long enough that there was no way this man could possibly know she wasn’t wearing panties. Of course, the quiet, rational part of her mind was also rather un-quietly insisting that she go immediately into the restroom… the ladies’ room, this time… and put her underthings back on this instant. As she wasn’t listening to that part of her mind, Jenn was instead very aware of the man’s hot gaze lingering at the juncture of her thighs, as if looking directly at the neatly trimmed landing strip of her naked pussy.
The rational part of her mind was of no help whatsoever where her bra, or lack of bra, was concerned. Even if her blouse hadn’t been unbuttoned an extra button, the material was very thin. She shivered as the man’s eyes caressed the bare inner slopes of her breast, teasingly brushing over the dark outline of her nipples.
“I’m sure there’ll be something interesting,” the man smirked. “I’m Karl, by the way.”
“Jenn,” she replied, favoring him with a smile.
There was definitely something familiar about him. Of course, there were a lot of people at the conference. Still, the thought that she had just run into him at a different seminar or in the vendor’s room didn’t feel right. No, something about seeing him made her flush in a way that suggested something else. Had he been in the hotel bar the other night?
Trying to put him out her mind, Jenn fixed her eyes on the podium and fidgeted in her seat. She couldn’t quite seem to decide whether crossing her arms over her chest helped by concealing her nipples or just made things worse by pushed her breasts together, so her cleavage was even more pronounced. She was sure Karl was watching, amused and attentive. The flush on her face seemed to be spreading down her neck.
Up at the podium, the morning speaker started in on his presentation. As it did not include any general announcements concerning her slutty behavior or explicit naked pictures of her (there were many on her phone), Jenn started to relax. Thirty minutes later, she started to get bored.