“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.
“Well, I did take a picture of my pussy in a bar full of people for him,” she said.
“How far do you want to go?” Tim’s voice was low, husky.
“What did you have in mind?” Jenn felt the blush spreading down her chest.
“Give me your phone,” Tim grinned.
Slowly, Jenn slide it over. Grinning, Tim picked the phone up and took a couple of steps back.
“Give ol’ Dan a thrill,” Tim said.
Heart pounding, Jenn glanced around, looking at the other people around the bar. What the hell, she thought and spread her legs again on the barstool, exposing her bare pussy to Tim’s gaze, and the gaze of anyone else who happened to look over. As Tim raised the phone to snap a pic, Jenn threw caution to the wind. With a quick motion, she grabbed the top of her slinky dress and pulled it down, flashing a naked tit too. Tim clicked the picture and stepped quickly back toward her.
Hastily, Jenn covered herself again. Her heart was racing, and she was sure that blush covered her entire chest. The heat of it seemed to reach down toward the heat rising from her thighs. She wondered if Tim had noticed how wet her pussy was.
Taking her phone back, she looked at the picture and smiled. Quickly, she sent it to Dan. She wondered if he would see it before morning.
“There you go,” Tim said smirking. “That ought to give ol’ Dan what he wants.”
“Not even,” Jenn laughed.
“Really?” Tim looked intrigued. Leaning closer to her, he continued quietly, “You just flashed your tit -very nice tit, by the way – to like half the guys in this bar and at least a few of them will have noticed the ‘no panties’ bit too. What more does your guy want?”
“Well,” Jenn said, leaning closer too, until their faces were almost touching. “He has this fantasy.”
“What fantasy,” Tim breathed.
“He wants me to… fuck… another guy,” Jenn’s breath was coming in shallow gasps. “Like, here, at the conference. For real. Basically, he’s a perv. Crazy, right?”
“Crazy,” Tim agreed.
For a moment they just sat, their faces so close together. Jenn wondered if he was going kiss her.
“What do you think?” Tim asked finally.
“About what?” Jenn was puzzled.
“About his fantasy.”
“I think…” Jenn paused. “I think I like it. I think… maybe I might do it. If I find the right guy.”