Conference Sex – Chap 2A: Jenn’s Story

Cuckold stories: Conference Sex – Chap 2A: Jenn’s Story

by lionheart72

Genres: Fiction, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Cuckold, Exhibitionism, Male/Female, Oral Sex

What Jenn did at the conference.

“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 me off,” 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…”

“But what?” Dan said slowly.

“Remember that little black dress you liked?” Jenn replied.

“Yes?”

With a wicked grin, Jenn noticed a mirror in the hallway. Striking as sultry a pose as she could, she snapped off pic with her phone and sent it.

“Wow.” His response was breathless.

“I thought you’d get a kick out of that,” Jenn teased, thrilled that his response was everything she’d wanted. She didn’t, however, expect what came next… though in retrospect, she knew she probably should have.

“Are you wearing panties?” Dan asked.

“Yes… perv,” Jenn replied, with a nervous laugh. Admittedly, the little black thong she had on under the dress wasn’t much, but it was there.

“Take ’em off,” Dan said.

“No,” Jenn gasped, shocked.

“Take your panties off,” Dan insisted.

“No,” Jenn replied breathlessly. “You know how short this dress is.”

“Off. Right now.”

“Right… Dan, I’m in a hallway. I can’t.” Jenn laughed shakily. In fact, she’d reached the elevators at the end of the hall. Sure, it was empty now but someone could arrive at any moment. She could see herself reflected in the mirrored surface of the elevators doors, sexy in a slinky dress.

Dan said nothing. He was just waiting, she knew, daring her to do it, to step the game up one more notch. The little low-down flutter had become a full, rolling wave… a sultry, hot, wet wave.

Before she could lose her nerve, she reached up under the little dress and quickly pulled off her thong. Glancing at her reflection, she saw that, in the process, the perilously short hemline of her dress had been pushed from slutty to indecent. Flush with excitement, she pulled her dress up to allow an unobstructed peek at her pussy, snapped a quick pic of her reflection and sent it to Dan.

“Beautiful,” Dan panted over the phone.

“I’ll call you later, perv.” Jenn’s voice was husky to her own ears as she hung up.

A second later the elevator dinged and the doors open.

Jenn stood frozen, feeling sudden empathy for the proverbial deer caught in headlights. Despite her desperate desire to squeak and pull her dress down, she didn’t move.

Two men, plainly attendees at the same conference, stepped from the elevator, glancing at her with polite smiles. Both men froze suddenly. She saw their eyes widen as they took her in, her slinky black dress, her heaving cleavage, her hiked up skirt and the neatly trimmed landing strip of her naked pussy.

Red-faced, one of the men looked quickly away and walked on past. The other man hesitated for a moment, drinking in the sight of her. Under his hot gaze, Jenn felt a surge of unmistakable desire. She made no move to cover herself. She didn’t want to.

“Good evening,” the man said with a grin and then walked past her.

Breathing heavily, Jenn stepped into the elevator and pushed the button for the lobby. It wasn’t until she noticed her reflection the door again that she finally moved to fix her dress.

<<<>>>

Like what U C perv? Jenn’s heart was racing as she fired off the text message to Dan, thinking about the picture she’d just sent.

After inadvertently flashing the two men at the elevator, Jenn had been unable to concentrate on hanging out with her friends – really coworkers attending the conference with her. The talk, griping about work, supervisors and spouses, was all the same talk they had back home.

Jenn’s mind had kept wandering back to the elevator, to the looks the two men had given her as she stood there, bottomless. She couldn’t shake the idea that Dan would love to hear about it, would probably ask why she hadn’t fucked one of them. She thought about the second man, the long, hungry look he had given her, and wondered what she would have said, what she would have done, if he’d propositioned her.

Finally, distracted from the banal chatter, she’d gotten up and gone over to the bar. Sitting at a bar stool, she’d felt her slinky black rise wickedly higher, felt the cool air teasing her naked thighs, and wondered how many of the guys were trying to peek up her skirt. That idea had started another wicked thought that grew in her mind until she had finally decided to give into it.

As nonchalantly as possible, she’d taken out her phone, held it down by her knees and spread her legs. A quick click, and she’d taken a picture of her exposed pussy in a bar full of men, a picture which was now on its way to Dan along with her teasing text. She knew he’d love it.

Glancing around the bar, she wondered if anyone had seen.

After a few minutes, Dan hadn’t replied to her text. She was disappointed before she realized the time difference might mean he hadn’t seen it. She fired off another.

JENN: U up? Haha

Still no reply.

“Excuse me, miss.”

Jenn jumped as the man’s voice broke through her distraction.

“Can I buy you a drink?” he asked, with a friendly smile.

His name was Tim. He was staying at the hotel, attending the same conference she was. They talked for a while about the day’s seminars, their respective workplaces, the hotel in general. Tim was friendly, flirty without being pushy, and Jenn found herself relaxing and enjoying herself. After a while, when Tim turned his attention to the bartender to refresh their drinks, she fired off another text to Dan, teasing that a guy had gotten her a drink.

“Good phone,” Tim said, looking back at her.

“It’s OK,” Jenn shrugged.

“Did the picture come out?” Tim said nonchalantly.

“Picture?” Jenn felt suddenly hot and cold all at once. “What picture?”

The bartender choose that moment to call Tim over, leaving Jenn shivering briefly in shock. She quickly fired off another text to Dan: OMG I think he saw me take that pic!

By the time Tim got back, apologizing and explaining that there had been some error with his credit card, Jenn had managed to regain the appearance of calm, though her heart was pounding.

“So,” she said, trying to sound cool. “You saw me take a picture.”

“Maybe just a peek, really,” Tim admitted with a barely hidden grin.

“Really?” Jenn drawled, teasing.

Tim just grinned, trying unsuccessfully to hide a glance down at her thighs. Jenn fidgeted in her seat.

“So, who was it for?” Tim asked. “The picture. Was it for someone?”

“My guy back home,” Jenn admitted, feeling oddly relaxed about it suddenly. “Dan. He has these fantasies. I thought I’d indulge him a little.”

“Fantasies of you flashing at a bar?” Tim grinned.

“Among other things,” Jenn confessed, blushing.

“Really?” Tim focused on his drink.

Jenn leaned closer to him, speaking more softly. “Dan told me to take off my panties, before I came down to the bar.”

Tim’s eyes flashed back down to her thighs again. “Did he? Had you leave them in your room.”

“No,” Jenn said slowly. “They’re in my purse. He had me take them off in the hallway.”

“He wants you to get seen, does he?” Tim’s gaze rose to lock with Jenn’s eyes. She felt a flush of heat rising in her cheeks and spreading down her neck.