How long, she wondered, was this seminar supposed to last anyway? She wasn’t even entirely sure what it was about. Something about management techniques, she thought. That didn’t make it any more interesting.
Out of the corner of her eye, Jenn noticed that Karl had also clearly given up listening in favor of staring at her breasts. He wasn’t being crass about it, she was pleased to note, but he was definitely looking.
The warmth she’d felt earlier grew. The idea that this stranger was enjoying his view of her partly exposed breasts sparked a thrill of excitement in her. Playfully, she shifted in her seat, stretching and arching her back. Karl pretended not to notice, but there was a hint of hunger in his sideway glance.
Shifting a little in her seat, Jenn decided this actually could be fun. After all, last night she’d gone down to the hotel bar in a slinky dress with no bra or panties…
Oh my God, she thought, memory flooding back.
She had been standing by the elevators, on her way down to hotel bar. At Dan’s instance, she had just taken off her panties. Feeling wicked, she had pulled up the hem of that slinky black dress, exposing her pussy, and snapped a quick picture of her reflection in the mirrored elevator doors. A moment later those doors had opened, and two men had stepped out.
They had seen her, standing there in her slinky black dress, her heaving cleavage, her hiked up skirt and the neatly trimmed landing strip of her naked pussy. One of the men looked away quickly, red-faced, and walked on past. The other man stood there for a moment, drinking in the sight of her. Under his hot gaze, Jenn had felt a surge of unmistakable desire. She’d made no move to cover herself. She hadn’t wanted to.
“Good evening,” the man had said with a grin and then walked past her.
Now, he was sitting next to her. No wonder she was sure Karl knew she wasn’t wearing panties. He’d already seen her pussy once, last night. She had no doubt he had recognized her, probably before he had even sat down next her.
Her face flushed even more, the heat spreading down her neck and her breasts. A different heat rose between her thighs, the same unrestrained desire she had felt standing in front of that elevator. Yes, she decided. She was going to have fun.
With a wicked, half-hidden grin, Jenn ran her fingers down the open edge of her blouse, lightly brushing the side of her breast. Karl’s eyes followed her motion, drawn to the skin of that bare inner slope. Teasing, she pulled her blouse ever so slightly open. His gaze was fixed on her tit now. How much could he see, Jenn wondered as she felt a warm tingling spreading over her whole skin.
Slowly, she let the fabric fall back into place. Her fingers again traced the edge of her blouse. She toyed, with studied idleness, with the next button down. Opening it would be going too far, she thought, but hinting that she might certainly had her watcher’s attention. She could see Karl shifting in his seat next to her.
A wicked thought entered Jenn’s head. She looked down at herself, at the flushed bare skin between her breasts, at the dark circle of her nipples pressed against the thin fabric of her blouse. She made a feigned sigh of exasperation, tugging at her blouse just over her nipple. Imagining she saw a piece of dust or lint just there, Jenn brushed her fingers over her nipple.