Conference Fantasy Fulfilled- Networking Win P1
**I’ve used initials to protect identities as this literally just happened 2 days ago and I definitely ended up drunkenly showing people my xhamster page…keep reading. Also, any sexual preferences or gender identities listed were SELF-IDENTIFIED at some point during the evening.
As the networking mixer hosted by our conference organizers ended, one of the vendors, C., suggested we go back to the hotel and continue the evening. There were six of us- C. (straight male), myself (you all know already) and my colleague B. (female, perhaps bisexual?), and D. (bisexual male), A.(female, probably straight but doesn’t matter to story), and T. (straight male), all from another organization. We had started drinking and playing bar games together during the mixer and were drunk and happy, so we agreed to keep the party going.
We got back to the hotel and decided to have a round of drinks at the bar. We sat, chatted, and drank, and I noticed that my leg and C’s leg were touching- and had been for some time.
C. was attractive to me right away; we had had a long conversation about some of his work during the conference that day, and it was hard not to notice how much he reminded me of one of my friends with benefits- sexy, Latino, stocky and built, a very ‘hood’ vibe but extremely professional in presentation and interaction. Si papi, me gusta…When I saw him at the mixer later in the evening, we had resumed our conversation and made some new friends. At some point, we began discussing body art and shared our tattoos. His covered his upper arms, chest, back, some of his stomach, and parts of his legs. I also noticed how his eyes moved over my body when I lifted the edge of my dress to show off my own thigh piece.
As we continued to drink and talk, I somehow mentioned my ‘don’t ask don’t tell’ policy- my boyfriend and I don’t discuss our outside exploits, should any occur. We just don’t sacrifice time we spend together to be with other people (he works nights and weekends so we both have a lot of free time due to our mis-matched work schedules). The comment was so off-hand I don’t even remember the context…
At some point, C. noted that we should go buy some booze and hang out in his room. We all agreed, and I volunteered to walk to the liquor store with him. As we walked, he suddenly asked, “so how did this don’t ask don’t tell thing happen? I wish I had something like that!” I giggled and explained my point of view: sometimes sex can be just a physical dynamic between two people who share chemistry and attraction, without being an indicator of continued partnership, commitment, etc. Just as I have friends with whom I often have deep, meaningful conversations because of our intellectual chemistry, I have some friend that I like to fuck, it is just one of the ways in which our chemistry manifests.
The question began to confirm what I was feeling- we had some chemistry and flirtation going.
We got the liquor and met our group back at the bar. A. had left, as her flight had arrived late and she was tired. D., T., and B. had had three more rounds while we were on our mission and it was a drunken, laughing mess as we piled into an elevator.
In the room, things devolved quickly. Tequila was poured, beers were opened, and the talk quickly became sexual. T. left at some point, as he had an early flight. I don’t remember how it came up, but C. mentioned he had a big, thick cock. Of course this caught my interest- and D.’s. D. began to suggest that both he and myself give C. head, which no one else was on board with. B. was clearly aware of the body language and ready to leave, but D. would not take the hint. I realized the only way to get what I wanted was to either tell him directly to leave, or to decide to leave, go back to my own room with B., and return later.
B. and I announced we were going back to our own hotel (half a mile away) and C. volunteered to walk us there. D. joined. As we reached the corner, D. left for his hotel in the other direction, and B. walked a few steps ahead.
As C. and I walked, he took his room key out of his pocket and handed it to me saying “I wanted to give this to you.”
“So, big and thick? Is that right?” I asked.
He took my hand and placed it on his crotch, saying “here, feel for yourself.”
Papi was not lying. I instantly got wet and my muscles around my pussy tightened with excitement.
“I think I might need to come back to your room. Let me get her upstairs first and grab some things and I will be back down soon” I promised.
I went up, confirmed that my colleague was cool with me leaving, and changed into some pink panties. We ended up talking a little about how crazy the night was, so it took a little longer than I thought. When I got back downstairs, he was gone, but the doorman told me he had asked him to tell me he had headed back but to meet him there.
As I walked, I was buzzing with excitement. Being handed a sexy (relative) stranger’s hotel room key is one of my fantasies, and I was thrilled that I was going to get some FAT cock in a seriously steamy setting. Even writing about this is making my muscles tighten and blood flow straight to my clit. I entered the lobby and made a beeline for the elevators.
7th floor. I approached his door.
When I turned the handle and pushed open the door to his room, the first thing I saw was him, naked, in the shower, already hard and soaping up his body.
“Ok, we aren’t playing around” I blurted out, partly in response to his nudity and partly in response to the fucking thick, delicious cock I was about to enjoy. There’s nothing better than that moment when you SEE your cake, after you already know you get to have it and eat it too.
As the networking mixer hosted by our conference organizers ended, one of the vendors, C., suggested we go back to the hotel and continue the evening. There were six of us- C. (straight male), myself (you all know already) and my colleague B. (female, perhaps bisexual?), and D. (bisexual male), A.(female, probably straight but doesn’t matter to story), and T. (straight male), all from another organization. We had started drinking and playing bar games together during the mixer and were drunk and happy, so we agreed to keep the party going.
We got back to the hotel and decided to have a round of drinks at the bar. We sat, chatted, and drank, and I noticed that my leg and C’s leg were touching- and had been for some time.
C. was attractive to me right away; we had had a long conversation about some of his work during the conference that day, and it was hard not to notice how much he reminded me of one of my friends with benefits- sexy, Latino, stocky and built, a very ‘hood’ vibe but extremely professional in presentation and interaction. Si papi, me gusta…When I saw him at the mixer later in the evening, we had resumed our conversation and made some new friends. At some point, we began discussing body art and shared our tattoos. His covered his upper arms, chest, back, some of his stomach, and parts of his legs. I also noticed how his eyes moved over my body when I lifted the edge of my dress to show off my own thigh piece.
As we continued to drink and talk, I somehow mentioned my ‘don’t ask don’t tell’ policy- my boyfriend and I don’t discuss our outside exploits, should any occur. We just don’t sacrifice time we spend together to be with other people (he works nights and weekends so we both have a lot of free time due to our mis-matched work schedules). The comment was so off-hand I don’t even remember the context…
At some point, C. noted that we should go buy some booze and hang out in his room. We all agreed, and I volunteered to walk to the liquor store with him. As we walked, he suddenly asked, “so how did this don’t ask don’t tell thing happen? I wish I had something like that!” I giggled and explained my point of view: sometimes sex can be just a physical dynamic between two people who share chemistry and attraction, without being an indicator of continued partnership, commitment, etc. Just as I have friends with whom I often have deep, meaningful conversations because of our intellectual chemistry, I have some friend that I like to fuck, it is just one of the ways in which our chemistry manifests.
The question began to confirm what I was feeling- we had some chemistry and flirtation going.
We got the liquor and met our group back at the bar. A. had left, as her flight had arrived late and she was tired. D., T., and B. had had three more rounds while we were on our mission and it was a drunken, laughing mess as we piled into an elevator.
In the room, things devolved quickly. Tequila was poured, beers were opened, and the talk quickly became sexual. T. left at some point, as he had an early flight. I don’t remember how it came up, but C. mentioned he had a big, thick cock. Of course this caught my interest- and D.’s. D. began to suggest that both he and myself give C. head, which no one else was on board with. B. was clearly aware of the body language and ready to leave, but D. would not take the hint. I realized the only way to get what I wanted was to either tell him directly to leave, or to decide to leave, go back to my own room with B., and return later.
B. and I announced we were going back to our own hotel (half a mile away) and C. volunteered to walk us there. D. joined. As we reached the corner, D. left for his hotel in the other direction, and B. walked a few steps ahead.
As C. and I walked, he took his room key out of his pocket and handed it to me saying “I wanted to give this to you.”
“So, big and thick? Is that right?” I asked.
He took my hand and placed it on his crotch, saying “here, feel for yourself.”
Papi was not lying. I instantly got wet and my muscles around my pussy tightened with excitement.
“I think I might need to come back to your room. Let me get her upstairs first and grab some things and I will be back down soon” I promised.
I went up, confirmed that my colleague was cool with me leaving, and changed into some pink panties. We ended up talking a little about how crazy the night was, so it took a little longer than I thought. When I got back downstairs, he was gone, but the doorman told me he had asked him to tell me he had headed back but to meet him there.
As I walked, I was buzzing with excitement. Being handed a sexy (relative) stranger’s hotel room key is one of my fantasies, and I was thrilled that I was going to get some FAT cock in a seriously steamy setting. Even writing about this is making my muscles tighten and blood flow straight to my clit. I entered the lobby and made a beeline for the elevators.
7th floor. I approached his door.
When I turned the handle and pushed open the door to his room, the first thing I saw was him, naked, in the shower, already hard and soaping up his body.
“Ok, we aren’t playing around” I blurted out, partly in response to his nudity and partly in response to the fucking thick, delicious cock I was about to enjoy. There’s nothing better than that moment when you SEE your cake, after you already know you get to have it and eat it too.
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