Sex stories, cuckold in hotel room, conference sex…
“I’m just saying,” Dan said quietly, “conference sex is a thing.”
“Geez, honey,” Jenn rolled her eyes. “It’s a work conference, not one of your pervy fantasies.”
The airport crowds flowed around the young couple, people drifting in and out of shops and food stands or making their way to the security lines that stood between them and their flights.
“Why can’t it be both?” Dan grinned.
“Perv,” Jenn growled, but she knew wouldn’t have him any other way.
“All I’m saying is…” Dan started.
“… that if some guy tries to pick me up at the hotel bar, you’re ok with me *fucking* him,” Jenn whispered hotly. She couldn’t deny the flutter in her stomach, or perhaps a bit lower down, the thrill at the very idea.
“Well…” Dan flushed.
“You’re a perv,” Jenn replied with an amused grin. “Have fun with the house to yourself. Try not to spend the whole time I’m gone jerking off to porn.”
“No promises,” Dan grinned back.
******
“You can do this,” Jenn told herself, nervously, tugging at the hemline of the slinky black dress. “You want to do this. It will be fun.”
She was fairly certain buying the little dress in the first place had been Dan’s idea. He’d said she would look hot in it. Considering her reflection in the hotel room mirror, Jenn had to admit he had a point. The dress’s little spaghetti straps left her shoulders bare, showing off her fair skin down to the swell of her breasts – not huge, but not bad, she thought. The dress clung to her curves, emphasizing the tight belly she worked hard to maintain. The hemline was worrying. It was low enough to be decent, but seriously bordered on slutty. Tugging the hem down had helped a little, until she noticed that her tits were now in danger of popping out the top.
With a sign, she gave it up. Grabbing her little clutch purse, she walked out of the hotel room before she changed her mind.
With a grin, she pulled her phone out of her purse. After all, half the point of doing this was to give Dan a thrill, and she couldn’t do that if she didn’t keep him in the loop. As she walked down the hotel hall, she hit speed dial.
“Hi, honey. How’s the conference?” Dan answered.
“Boring seminars, pushy vendors, the usual,” Jenn said breezily.
“Having fun?” Dan sounded amused.
“Oh yeah,” Jenn replied, dripping sarcasm. “I just love it. What are you up to?”
“Oh, you know… wild party, drinking, smoking pot, a bunch of naked coeds in the hot-tub begging to suck my dick,” Dan lied.
Laughing, Jenn rolled her eyes. “You’re bored and watching late-night TV, aren’t you?”
“How did you know?” Dan asked.
“We don’t have a hot-tub,” Jenn pointed out.
“Fair point,” Dan conceded. “What are you up to?”
“Well…” Jenn hesitated, suddenly nervous again.
“What are you doing?” The sound of Dan’s excitement was like ice and fire in her veins.
“I thought I’d go down to the hotel bar,” Jenn replied, trying to sound nonchalant.
“Looking for a guy?” Dan said, teasing.
“Perv,” Jenn laughed, feeling that low-down flutter. “I’m meeting some friends for drinks… but…”