When conventions collide or "Come as you are 2015" (Open for one Woman)

[DesmondinExile]

**I have always thought it was interesting when I am at the beginning of a kink /sex convention and I see vanilla customers checking out while the con is setting up. This RP is about that kind of situation also inspired by all this damn rain we are having. Open for one (or more) women characters. the intro ended up being long, enjoy!**

Jason Marquise:
I looked up in dismay at one of the three flatscreen TVs in the hotel lobby. The weather forecast showing that the hurricane which has been pummeling the Bahamas is tracking north and will not hit the cluster of hotels, convention centers and strip malls that I have been residing in for the past three days for a teachers convention. The dismay came from the fact that the storm is aiming straight for my hometown.

"Well hopefully I can get back after it blows out." I say to myself as I inch up the checkout line, travel back tightly packed along with swag bags from the latest education pushers.

"Airports and bus stations in Mason and Duke counties are closed" the announcer said.

At the same moment my phone buzzed. I reached in to my suit jacket and saw that it was my principal to all of the staff.

DONT BOTHER COMING IN TOMORROW EVERYONE BATTEN DOWN THE HATCHES STAY DRY it read.

Then another message to me. :SORRY JM YOUR STUCK. WE CAN'T REMBURSE YOU FOR THE EXTRA TIME. KEEP ON TRUCKING
followed by several presumably mood lifting emojis.
Did I mention that I hate my bosses way of delivering bad news.

I face palmed and shook it off. I looked out at the bright sky through the lobby windows. and realized how busy it was around me. People were setting up registration desks, and signs. A whole lot of people with storage boxes and display cases were rolling in. Another convention I thought. At least the folks seemed happier and well... different than the one that just ended.

There were men and women in leathers, tshirts that said things like "fuck machine" and "It ain't sensual unless its consensual" and a huge banner reading "Come as your are 20015"

I almost didn't hear the receptionist calling for me. I explained to her my recently revised situation and she gave me more bad news. The hotel was booked solid for the "other convention". She said with a bit of a grin nodding towards the banner. However, she did assure me that there are always last minute cancellations.
"you can wait here or go down to the bar" she said and offered me four complimentary drink tickets.

I sighed, took the tickets and went over to the bar, stepping out of the way of the arriving conventioneers. I must have stuck out a bit in my business suit and got more than a few appreciative stares from the conventioneers.

The bar wasn't very full at the time but it had a few groups scattered about talking lively. I couldn't help but smile a bit as I settled down on the barstool and ordered a beer.

Some one had left a guide for the "other" convention on the counter. I flipped through it as I sipped my beer. "Come As You Are 2015- Erotic Exhibitionism and Excitement"

I smiled recalling some of my more kinky college days. not able to help but wonder what my principal would think of me sitting in a bar at 11AM on a Thursday drinking and reading about bondage classes and rules for the orgy room....

 

[DesmondinExile]

giving this a little afternoon bump.

 

[DesmondExile]

(not trying to bump but my account got messed up. please send any inquiries to this account)

 

[grdybiwife]

Charmayne St. George

Couldn't get away. I'm sorry. I upgraded your room. It's all paid for, including the mini bar, a full spa package, and all the porn you can order. I'm sorry, please forgive me.

I was already shitty about the monsoon ruining my boots but reading the text had steam coming out of my ears. That's what I get for having a married man for a sub, a married man who's wife only allowed him playtime when it was convenient for her. She hated me, I'd hate me too if some other woman was making my husband a better man.

Oh well I wasn't about to let his absence ruin my time. It just sucked that my leash would be empty this weekend. As I waited in the check-in line with the rest of the soggy conventioneers, I did a quick scan for prospects. There weren't many but it was early yet, the fun didn't start for another few hours so I resigned myself to wait.

When it was finally my turn, I gave the guy at the front desk my name. I had to spell it twice he was so distracted by the nipple rings pressed through my rain soaked t-shirt. Impatient, I drummed my black taloned nails across the counter while I waited for him to pull up my reservation.

"Uhh...ummm...I'm sorry Mrs..."

"It's Miss," I corrected him with a tight smile and he immediately looked down at the screen. Poor thing, it was going to be a long weekend for him if my tame outfit had him so flustered.

"I'm sorry Ms. St. George but your room isn't ready yet."

"I'm early, I know," I said with a smirk, throwing him a bone and he let out the breath he was holding. "Point me to the bar."

"It's right behind you Ma...Miss," he said correcting himself and I smiled, genuinely. "I can open your room tab now, if you like, since you're checked in."

"Well aren't you a dear," I said as I turned to leave.

"And I'll bring your key and escort you to your room personally when it's ready." I gave him a thumbs up over my shoulder, not willing to let him see the cool smirk that last part brought to my lips.

I usually don't make it a habit to drink before 2 in the afternoon but I sidled up anyway. This weekend was an exception to all the rules. As I sat at the bar I made a few decisions. The first, not to get attached to any one person. This was the first time I attended any event solo since my first when I was 21. Almost 10 years later I thought it might be fun to spread my proverbial wings a bit for a change.

By the time my drink order was taken, I'd made the second decision. I wasn't going to concern myself with labels. This weekend wasn't about trade, it was about fun. I wouldn't deny myself the pleasure of being used by a worthy individual. Hell if a man, or woman for that matter, could get me on my knees they deserved a prize.

Despite the hotel's AC working overtime, I slipped out of my leather jacket just before my drink came. The bartender gave me an appreciative look as he set my drink down and waited as I took my first sip. I smiled and told him to keep them coming.

I sent a quick selfie with my drink and sent it to my sub to assure him that he would be thoroughly punished upon my return. It wasn't exactly a threat, but the no contact order I gave would surely have him sulking until I returned. That done, I let my hazel eyes drift down the bar scoping out the rest of the afternoon drinkers and not many looked like the convention types. Probably stranded because of the storm. I spied a guy sitting a few stools down. Upright and business like, perusing one of the brochures and chuckled a little. Handsome, but he definitely didn't look the type.

 

[DesmondExile]

Jason

Knowing that I was in for a potentially long wait I nursed my beer. Taking a few sips then reading more about the events that were going to happen over the next three days. After I reached the discription of “Creative ways to warp your sub” I realized how much I had missed being a part of this scene and Kendra.

Kendra introduced me to all of this. We had met in college ended up going to a rave (my first) and somehow I ended up in her dorm room at sunrise. At some point I had my hands around her wrists and she whispered to me “Harder, hurt me so it feels good”. From then on it was a whirlwind of encounters, sensations, play parties, reading (I am a nerd at heart), learning rope and ties and how to strike and make it feel good. It ended too soon.

I realized that I missed the scent of leather and sex and the feel of a crop against my palm.

I smiled at the memories then laughed in my head as I didn't notice until that moment that the thoughts had left me rather aroused and swelling in my dress pants. I adjusted myself on the barstool as discreetly as I could and tried to relax, loosened my tie and took a look around the bar.
No one seemed to notice my state. A few marooned teachers from the convention were huddled up in one corner with their swag bags piled up like a wall to protect them from the kinksters that were making up more and more of the bar’s patrons. The newcomers were increasingly eclectic. Some dressed in casual black, a few corsets, more than one pair of leather pants with codpieces. I was surprised at how many black, brown and Asian conventioneers were there. So different than my time with Kendra although that was 10 years ago.

I took another sip of my beer, contemplating what to use the other three drink tickets for when I looked down the bar and saw her. Hazel eyes on me, tight shirt pressing against what had to be a pierced nipple. A ripple of .. something, lust, desire, urges that I kept locked up in the exterior of a professional friendly school teacher, ran through my body.

I am not sure what possessed me to do it. Maybe a need for those missed sensations, a want of adventure, or just basic desire, but I raised my bottle to her and smiled.

“Hello, how is the storm treating you?”

 

[grdybiwife]

"Better than you it seems," was Charmayne's smirking reply as she turned to face the handsome well dressed piece of chocolate down the bar. "You my dear look woefully out of place."

She raised her glass to him and returned his smile, but made no attempt to move closer. The chase was something she just wouldn't do, even if there were only three stools between them. She may have been open to the idea of switching this weekend but presenting herself to some stranger, however handsome he might have been, was beneath her.

The bartender came with another Long Island for her and she slid a twenty across the bar at him. He picked it up with a smile that told her her drinks would be a bit more stiff from now on. "Out of place but not as uncomfortable as the rest of the refugees," she said with a nod at the other bewildered patrons in the bar, looking more and more uncomfortable as more of her fellow conventioneers rolled in.

 

[DesmondExile]

Jason

I took another glance over at my professional peers. At least two of them had disgusted looks on their faces but one was staring in awe. I smiled and shook my head slowly before turning back to the beautiful woman.

“Well, believe it or not, if I had known that this event was happening right after the teachers conference I would have taken the whole week off.” I said. Surprising myself as it was the first time I had mentioned my kinky past life outside of the bedroom in years. “I wasn’t always a buttoned down, dependable educator.” I slid the half empty beer away and signaled the bartender for a Coke. I wanted control, all the protocols that I thrived in began to come back.

I ran one hand through my dreads as I took in her form with my eyes. Admiring the tattoo that went up her neck, thinking what that span of skin would taste like. I realized that I was starting to smile what Kendra called my “Happy Sexy Dom” smile.

“However it has been a very long time since I last made someone’s flesh sing with my hands, or rope or crop.”

The bartender slid the soda down to me. Some where somebody laughed and gave a near orgasmic moan. I leaned forward slightly and let my eyes wander back to hers. “May I?” I say gesturing to the stool beside her.

 

[grdybiwife]

I knew that look, the subtle switch to a soft beverage, and chuckled a little under my breath at his mention of the crop. Just because I'd decided to throw away the labels didn't mean I would be some easy target. Sure I didn't mind a good spanking, every now and them, but that was a privileged to be earned.

"Sure why not," I said using the toe of my thigh high boots to nudge the stool out so he could sit. "Unfortunately my sub had marital obligations to attend to so my leash will be empty this weekend. But he was a good little bitch about it. Upgraded me to a suite. Unlimited spa package, so it is truly his loss," I said with a shrug.

"I'm Charmayne by the way," I said and lifted my shirt a little to show him the tattoo on my hip. "But it's Ms. Lotus if you're nasty," I said with a playful like of my lips.

 

[DesmondExile]

Jason:

My eyes not able to help but follow the path of her tongue across her lips
.
“A pleasure to meet you Charmayne” I said. My mind backtracking a bit, god when did I decide it was a good idea to be so forward. I suppose all of the years being out of the scene had thrown my sense of decorum out of order. But the tattoo over the expanse of her brown skin was still such an inviting invitation. “I’m Jason, and I do hope I have a chance to get to know Ms. Lotus as well.” I smile and take a sip of my soda.

“Fortunate for you to have a room secured even though your boy fell through.” I ran my hand through my dreads and let out a sigh. “I on the other hand may be sleeping in the airport for the next two nights, or the lobby if the hotel is so kind.” I laughed, had to at my predicament. either that or get embarrassingly drunk. “I should have heard from the front desk if something had opened up by now but I think the odds of that are dwindling by the minute.”

As soon as I finished telling her my less than ideal circumstances my phone buzzed.

“Excuse me one moment.” I pulled out my phone in the hopes that the text would be from the front desk saying that I had a room, a suite, a closet, anything with a bed more comfortable than airport carpet.

“And now my troubles began” I say and laugh. I turn the screen to Charmayne. The text said *Mr. Marquise We are sorry to inform you that we are overbooked and do not have space. We can suggest calling relatives or making other arrangements. Best of luck*

“Good news rarely arrives by text doesn’t it.”

 

[grdybiwife]

"Well I'm sure there are no shortage of women, or men if that's what you're into, eager to let a rusty Dom share their space," Charmayne said with a little smirk as her eyes drifted behind him to the bar slowly filling up with scantily clad conventioneers.

It occurred to her that she could invite him to stay in her room but she didn't want to deal with what that might imply. Sure he was nice to look at with a mouth that begged to be buried between her thighs but still she wasn't interested in a tag along. A few minutes of playful flirting gave no indication of what kind of roommate he might be. Even sociopaths are charming.

She did feel bad though, and not just for the handsome well dressed man beside her, for all the bewildered refugees. There was nothing they could do about the storm and she felt worse when she spied the accommodating front desk clerk weaving his way through the now crowded bar.

"Ms. St. George," he said with a warm smile, his head bowed ever so slightly as he came to stand beside me. "I apologize again for the wait but you're suite is ready," he said, his light eyes shifting to Jason with just a hint of envy.

"When you say suite..."

"A spacious sitting room complete with a fully stocked bar, sleeper sofa, and chaise lounge. The sleeping quarters are furnished with king sized bed, luxurious en suite bathroom with a jacuzzi tub and steam shower. There is a balcony overlooking the pool area though I doubt the weather will allow you enjoy it. If you're ready I can escort you?"

"Thank you sweetie but I think I can manage," I said taking the envelope with the keys inside. "I only have the two bags and it's not like I didn't drag them through two airports and torrential downpour to get them here." With that I turned my attention back to Jason and the new drink that sat before me, giving the clerk the most subtle of dismissals.

"How about this," she said as she took a sip of her drink. "Maybe it's the booze but I'm feeling a little generous at the moment. Instead of you sulking down here you can relax in my room until the hotel finds you proper accommodations. No strings attached," she said offering her hand.

 

[DesmondExile]

I heard the clerk rattling off the list of accomodations in her suite and the subsequent decline of an escort. I took a sip of my coke to cover up my grin as she brushed him off. My mind started to wander to ponder where I might be able to take a hot shower when her voice drifted in to my ears.


"How about this," she said as she took a sip of her drink. "Maybe it's the booze but I'm feeling a little generous at the moment. Instead of you sulking down here you can relax in my room until the hotel finds you proper accommodations. No strings attached," she said offering her hand.

“That is a most generous and welcomed offer Charmayne.” I extended my hand and took hers in mine. That simple touch sent a ripple through me. Perhaps I had been denying myself too long. Kendra would have wanted me to move on by now. Hell I needed to move on now. “And I will happily accept. No strings attached.” I smiled “Maybe I will see if there are any spots in late registration. I think between the storm and your kindness the universe wants me to do more than sulk in your hotel room until the storm clears my state.”

I reached down and picked up my bag and one of hers. “Shall we?” I said hoisting her bag on one shoulder.

 

[grdybiwife]

"We shall," Charmayne said as she grabbed her rolling suit case. She smirked a little as he grabbed up her duffle bag, the one that contained all her tricks. She let him lead the way, only to get a good look at his length a moment as he weaved his way through the crowded lobby.

By the time her room was ready the welcome table was completely set up and she stopped to check in, pleased to find a deluxe swag bag registered in her name. She tucked the info folder into the bag, along with a discreetly acquired registration form, and headed off to the elevator.

Her room was at the end of the hall on the 11th floor of the 20 story hotel and she couldn't wait to get in to peel off the leather lace-up leggings she foolishly decided to travel in. The legs were basically open to the hip, which meant no panties. Granted she assumed that she would have been settled in hours ago but with the flight delay and change in room, it had been about two hours too long stuck in the pants that had become hot for another reason. She rushed out of the elevator as soon as it opened and Charmayne realized Jason might have thought her strutting for his enjoyment but she was too uncomfortable to clarify with a joke.

But all that evaporated when she opened the door to her room. There was champagne chilling on the bar along with a platter of fresh fruit. The sitting area was nothing short of luxurious with a sofa and chaise lounger situated around a 55 in flat screen above a gas fireplace. The french doors that divided the space were open and the canopied king sized bed looked both inviting and sturdy. The was a gift basket on the bench in front of it and she spied various lubes and massage oils. In the closet was a plush robe and slippers that Charmayne probably would never wear but thought were a nice touch.

"Aside from sharing the bathroom, I think having a roommate wouldn't be have bad," she said absently as she put her suitcase on the stand beside the dresser. "Make yourself comfortable. I'm gonna wash the airport funk off so I can relax a little before the festivities get underway," she said before she shut the door, then quickly pulled it back open. Charmaye dug into the swag bag and pulled out the folder, bringing it over to Jason. "Take a look at what's going on, who knows you might want to stay. In case you did I had them put an extra registration in...no pressure," she said with a wink before she went back to her room to rifle through her suitcase. She grabbed her toiletries and her black satin robe before she dipped into the bathroom, not realizing that she'd left the french doors wide open and the door to the bathroom failed to latch when she pushed it. As she undressed, the drifted open just enough that the entire expanse of her chocolate brown skin was visible to anybody who might have glanced in that directions. Both pierced nipple. The stylized black lotus on her left hip. The flirty bows on the back of her thighs. The cherry blossom tree across the expanse of her back that draped across her right shoulder. The remnants of her bush she had waxed into in arrow that pointed down to her bare labia.

And she still didn't notice when she climbed into the steamy shower. Charmayne took a moment to just enjoy the spray before she started to cleanse the film of travel away. She didn't bother with the loofah and just poured the jasmine and vanilla scented body wash in her hands to massage into her skin, moaning occasionally as relaxation washed over her.

 

[DesmondExile]

Jason

"Take a look at what's going on, who knows you might want to stay. In case you did I had them put an extra registration in...no pressure,"

I took the folder from her hands. “Well I’ll have to see what is up with my district. But I am very inclined to stay.” I said before she took off to the shower.

I moved over to the chaise lounge as the water started up in the bathroom. I draped the suit jacket over the back of the lounge and undid my black silk tie. For the first time in a few hours I actually felt relaxed and the first time in a long time I felt optimistic. I chuckled to myself thinking how I may just have to blow the hinges off the proverbial closet this week.

“Might as well make the most of it” I said. I slid out of my dress shirt. putting it over my jacket then settled down on the lounge. Using the pen attached to the event folder I filled out the registration form. Used my phone to scan the code and did all of the necessary background checks.

I had just checked off the last of the registration form when I heard the moan of release coming from the bathroom. A smile crossing over my face as the sound wafted through the room.

I was half tempted to go in the bathroom immediately, but I didn’t want to push my luck just yet. Self-control, self control, I whispered to myself.

With the form in hand I got up and went to the door. Clad in just my slacks and a A-shirt (I always hated the term wife-beater) to drop of my registration and pick up my badge. As I turned the handle I heard another moan. my head turned around as the door opened. I could see into the bathroom, through the mist. Charmayne in the shower. rivulets of water passing over her body. I could feel my skin tingle as if her body was close to mine. the sound of the elevator dinging jerking me back to the reality.

Not wanting to give anyone a show without her permission I quickly slipped out and closed the door. The ride down and check out went surprisingly fast. There was no shortage of conventioneers of all shapes sizes and genders. But the people running the convention were surprisingly efficient. I had to admit despite knowing who I was sharing a room with my eyes still wandered. As I took the elevator back up I could look down on a sealed off section of the lobby, it was clearly a clothing optional zone and the conventioneers were starting to enjoy themselves.

I got off on the 11th floor, convention bag in one hand and badge twirling in the other.

“Time to start living again Jason” I whispered to myself before opening the door to the suite.

 

[grdybiwife]

She heard the door open and close, so Charmayne wasn't surprised to find the room empty when she stepped out of the bathroom in just her robe. She noticed Jason's dress shirt and suit jacket on the back of the chair, and the empty registration folder on the table, and smiled. Most people who knew her, vanilla or otherwise, would call her a bad influence and she took great pride in the label.

Assuming he would be staying at least the night, she figured she'd play the good hostess and grabbed his discarded clothes to hang in the closet. She took a sniff of the collar of his crisp button down and moaned a little. "Damn he smells good," she mumbled to herself as she found a place for it in the wardrobe. Once that was done, she poured herself a glass of champagne and went back to the bedroom to open the gift basket and swag bag. The latter held nothing special. Tons of condoms, a cheap bondage kit, various trial sized lubes, and a set of anal beads. The basket contained all the fun, and she knew as soon as she opened it that it came from her sub. Aside from her favorite massage oils, body butter, and scented candles, there was the crotchless full body fishnet suit and latex minidress from her Amazon wishlist. A new pair of silver nipple bars with her birthstone on the bell ends. The last thing, a double sided strap on, made her smile and text a little note to her sub.

You're forgiven bitch

He didn't respond but she knew he would be giddy for the rest of her time away. And then the door was opening, but Charmayne did nothing to hide her gifts strewn across the bed. She uncapped the body butter and began massaging it onto her bare legs, filling the room with scent of jasmine and vanilla.

 

[DesmondExile]

I checked my watch before stepping into the suite. Almost 4pm plenty of time to freshen up and work out my living arrangement before the opening events at 6. I considered the “Fire Play Ceremony” in the covered courtyard or going to the “Mixed Gender (Mutual) Maturbation Meet Up” in the Pleasure Hall, which was apparently one of the hotels massive ballrooms decked out with all kinds of erotic furniture and dungeon devices.

My room key worked and I stepped in. The alluring scent was the first thing that I noticed when I came back into the suite. I closed my eyes for a second and drew in a deep full breath.

“That smells wonderful.” I said dropping my own swag bag off on one of the rooms coffee tables. I turned and looked through the open door of the bedroom. I’m not sure but I think I may have let spill a deep, sensual mmmm of appreciation as my dark brown eyes drank in the sight of Charmayne massaging lotion into her mahogany skin. The oils adding a sheen that accented her beauty and drew my eyes to the tempting body art adorning her back and legs. Sensuality rippled from her body as I felt my heart pound and my arousal grew noticeably in my slacks. She could be teasing me the fleeting thought went through my head. Maybe I could tease her back.

“Hello” I said as I leaned against the side of the bedroom door. Making no attempt to hide my state. “I’m all registered and good to go for the next three days.” I smiled a simple smile. “I think I am going to take a shower too. How is the water here?”

 

[grdybiwife]

I couldn't help the way my eyes drifted up from his feet and lingered at the growing bulge in tailored slacks. Eventually I made it up to his dark eyes after a quick survey of his well maintained torso, a coy smile on my lips. "Well hello to you too." I didn't mean for it to sound so...thirsty but the attraction was obvious and I wasn't the type to hide such things. I chose not to comment on the fact that he was staying for the rest of the weekend, it wasn't my business to pry into his change of heart.

"The shower's great," I said standing and adjusting my short robe before I put my feet in my fuzzy slippers. The thigh high latex boots I planned to wear to the opening events weren't exactly made for walking so I figured it was best to let my feet relax until the last possible moment. "And it's huge. I pretty sure it doubles as a steam room so have at it. You can use the wardrobe if you want. The only clothes I brought can fit in one draw. Everything else is...uhhh...accessories. I'll give you some privacy," I told him as I grabbed my empty glass and moved past him. With only one door open it was a tight squeeze but I managed with only momentary pause to get another whiff of his cologne. "Don't enjoy yourself too much," I said as I made my way into the living space to refill my glass. "Save some for later."

 

[DesmondExile]

I could feel the heat of her body through her light robe as she passed by me. our bodies touching just for an instant. I know she saw, may be even felt the state that I was in as she slid out into the living room.
"Don't enjoy yourself too much," I said as I made my way into the living space to refill my glass. "Save some for later."

“I’m sure there will be plenty to enjoy Charmayne.” I say with a suprisingly wicked smileon my face.

I began to unpack my bag, putting a few things in the laundry bag for cleaning since I was anticipating being home by this time. I pulled open one drawer and saw that it contained Charmayne’s ‘accessories’ a variety of kink gear, condoms and lubes. The girl is prepared I thought to myself as I silently closed the drawer and folded my few fresh clothes in to the one below.

I gathered up a decent pair of slacks and an A shirt as well as a pair of black suspenders. And went into the bathroom.

“You were right” I said out to Charmayne, “You could fit two or three people in here” I turned on the water and closed the door. making sure it didn’t latch all the way. I began to undress. Breathing deep and inhaling the warm steam as visions of my new roommate flashed through my minds eyes. by the time I was nude I was fully aroused. with my back to the door I stretched a bit then did my PC exercises. letting out a low mmm as I felt my sac rise and fall.
Did I hear the door squeek? maybe it opened by itself. I wasn’t going to look back in either event. Stepping in to the shower I lathered my body. suds coating my toned form. after a few minutes I could hardly resist. I wrapped my fingers around the base of my shaft and stroked up, a long moan of pleasure spilling from my lips.

 

[grdybiwife]

I heard the first moan and my eyes drifted over to the bathroom door, open just enough for me to see Jason standing completely naked in the middle of the floor. I watched as his ass clenched and released a few times before he stepped in the shower, my tongue coming out to wet my lips before I finally looked away.

The fresh fruit and champagne served as a great distraction as I surveyed the itinerary and made a plan of attack. Since I was solo, I figured I'd start slow with the mixers and what not to pace myself, all the while trying to keep the most promising prospect out of my mind. My roommate. Granted we had only just met but there was already a good amount of tension between us and I figured us falling into bed together was inevitable, but that didn't mean I didn't want to keep my options open. I wanted to have fun and tying myself to a rusty Dom was not my idea of a good time. Besides I had no idea how possessive he might be after the fact so if something did happen between us I figured it was best that it was later.

"Maybe sunday," I said to myself and my eyes drifted to the bathroom door again. "Well would you look at that."

I felt myself standing, all the while my mind told me no, but I couldn't keep one foot from moving in front of the other. Pretty soon I was standing in the bathroom door, watching him pleasure his thick chocolate rod. My mouth watered but I had no intentions of joining him, but I wasn't about to miss the show.

"Warming up I see," I said with a raised eyebrow loud enough for him to hear over the water. I didn't venture further than the doorway, making it clear that I had no intentions of joining him, but I let my robe fall open just enough that my well manicured pussy and cleft in my breast was visible. "You can look but no touching...at least not yet anyway."

 

[DesmondExile]

“Warming up I see” Her voice flowed over the water beading against my skin. I was half suprised . for a split second I though about covering up but then knowing how this week may go I simply turned around. The sight that greeted me was even more beautiful than the chance glance that I took in before. “You can look but no touching… at least not yet anyway.”

“Fair enough” I said on the other side of the clear glass partition. “You have to admit though, the energy here and in the lobby is almost unbearingly erotic. I had to indulge a little bit. But I think i might save my cum for the MM Mixer, unless I find someone else to play with first.”

It had been a long time since someone had seen me stroke and Charmayne looked as if she would be a most appreciative audience. I leaned back against the side wall grasping a bar of soap and lathering my hands. the water hitting my right side as the suds gathered against my palms. My mahogany shaft already firm from my light teasing and the sight of Charmayne’s fine form now absolutely throbbing in anticipation. My eyes were locked on hers as I slid my soap covered hands down my side and across my abs. I breathed steadily. My dark brown eyes sliding over her nipples pushing against eh thin fabric of her robe. unconsciously licking my lips as I spied her perfectly trimmed mound. flexing my PC muscles every few seconds as I spread the soap down along my upper thighs. framing my cock with the lather.

I let my eyes roam over her body, thinking of all of the sounds and tastes that I could pull from her before gently closing my eyes. My long fingers circling around the base of my shaft, then slowly, methodically stroking the the tip of my cock. Letting out another long low moan as the bit of remaining lather mixes with my so slick precum.
one hand moving against the shower wall. pressing as my back arches. hips rolling as I pull the crown of my cock back to my flat abs. the veiny underside pulsing with pleasure. fingertips massaging under the crown for a moment before sliding back to the base. my other hand wrapping over the first. the water rinsing off my crown and the top of my shaft before I stroke up double handed. a low moan spilling from my lips before I open my eyes again.

 

[grdybiwife]

"I wouldn't say unbearable," I said with a snort as I slipped out of my robe completely and moved to sit on the counter, my back arched, legs spread wide. "Perhaps for you who has been out of the life for so long but this is a normal Saturday night for me," I told him honestly.

My tongue came out to wet my lips as I watched him, double fist his thick Black cock. I had to admit, at least to myself that thoughts of being on my knees for him flashed in my head. Him gagging me, forcing his dick down my throat and it made my mouth water. It had been a while since I allowed myself a worthy adversary and when he opened his eyes again I was looking right at him.

My hands moved to my breasts and I rubbed them seductively. Eventually my right hand left my tits to trail down over my flat stomach and I brought my heels up to rest on the edge of the counter. Jason may have thought the scene in the lobby evoked passion and lust but I was more turned on by the sight of him covered in suds in the shower. The bathroom full of steam and the scent of his masculine body products in the air. My fingers slipped over my clit and moaned softly when I realized just how wet I'd become.

"This is gonna be trouble," I said laughing a little as I slid off the counter. We'd both seen enough as far as I was concerned and it was about time I started getting ready anyway.

 

[DesmondExile]

I couldn't help but smile at her cocky attitude. PErhaps we will have some fun together this week in one shape or form or another, but I know that pressing the issue with her would probably be the wrong move. . But maybe I should start seeking some additional companionship for tonight.

My cock was still throbbing as she left the bathroom. I turned off the water and dried myself off. I checked myself in the mirror, smoothed back my dreads and smiled. I felt more alive now than I have in years.

I wrapped my towels around my hips and went to the dresser. pulled out my two freshest things, A pair of dress slacks that I hadn’t worn during the convention and a black A shirt. As I took off the towel and started to put on the pants I said loudly.
“So do you want to establish some privacy rules? Sock on the door kind of thing? I’m pretty much down for whatever at this point. I think if we play with anyone here they are likely to not mind having an audience or two.”

I reached into my swag bag and pulled out the lube sample and a few of the condoms, stashing them in my pockets. My arousal had not completely relaxed, the smooth fabric of the pants caressing my skin with each step.