T's Bedtime Stories: The Conference (18+)
We ditched the work crew after dinner...what's for dessert?
This is the second of my short erotic stories from my collection that I will start publishing on this SubStack…whenever 😊 Thanks to my lovely Christina K. for editing and feedback. I need it always. Future editions of T’s Bedtime Stories may be behind a subscriber paywall. This initial taste is free. Enjoy 😉
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Themes — and a glossary or two should you need it — and one more for good measure:
A Short Erotic Story
Standalone
Friends-to-Lovers
mountain retreat/travel
BWWM
BBW
MF/FM
Body Positivity
Curve Appreciation
Penetration
Oral
NSFW/18+
DISCLAIMER: This story is pure, 100 percent fiction, and is not rooted in facts or actual events. Names and likenesses to living people and past events are coincidental and used as a backdrop, not a retelling. If you feel like you recognize the characters in question, then I applaud your imagination and you’re welcome for the new fantasies 😉. This story also features adult sentiments that constitute R-rated, sexual, and erotic themes. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
Story Soundtrack — Fantasia ‘When I See U’
The Conference
My most recent fantasy of you starts in a dimly lit hotel room. We’re at some work function and we’re in one of our rooms watching baseball because it’s summer.
Our teams were playing, so we bypassed a night out with our colleagues, grabbed a bottle of whiskey and a 6-pack of beer, switched back and forth between the games, and watched both of our teams lose.
We weren’t bummed, our teams sucked - but we got to hang out and enjoy each other’s company. Seeing someone in person whom you usually only talk to over the phone, in texts, or on Slack could be awkward. But every time we saw one another, it was like we saw each other every day.
It feels good to be around you - our laughing and smiling at one another makes me so happy. You make me laugh and grin, I liked it when you smoothed my hair out on our session break. Your touch was nice.
I was still wearing my black button-down and red pencil skirt, but I opened my blouse a bit during cocktail hour after being in sessions all day.
Your baby blue dress shirt was opened, too. A white T-shirt poked out of the top just a little bit, but your comfort allowed you to untuck it and kick off your shoes. You were also wearing khaki dress pants, and I’d been admiring your ass all day as I saw you mingling with our friends and coworkers.
The LaZ Boy chair in the corner was your spot of comfort - you stretched out and kicked your legs up on the footrest. Your 6’ frame melted into the seat and the TV made your blue eyes glow - not unlike the glow they have when you smile.
I was lying across the bed on my stomach, only sitting or standing to fix a drink on the table across from you. I was fighting everything not to walk over and cuddle with you.
Me: You want another drink, honey?
You: Yeah, sure.
I stand in front of you and reach for your cup.
You: Can I tell you something?
Me: Of course, love.
You: I think you’re so beautiful.
Your eyes pierced right through me. I was buzzed and you further intoxicated me. Dressed like the preppy, clean-cut man from my fantasies, I didn’t expect this from you. You’re married. You’re my friend – one of my good friends.
For me, someone who never had to search for words, I was speechless.
Me: Thank you, baby. I’ve been working out!
You: No, you’ve been beautiful to me since the first time I saw you. Since the first time, I heard your voice over the phone. I think you’re so sexy.
Me: You sure you want or NEED another drink? You might need to go to bed.
You: I’m not drunk, I’m attracted to you. I’m attracted to you when I’m not drunk – I’m just bold enough to tell you when I am drunk. Jack and I have talked about it.
Kind of in disbelief of my guy friends talking about how nice my ass is, I decided to fix him another drink.
I walked to the desk and turned away from you. I didn’t want you to see me trembling and slightly smirking, so I bit my lip and kept my head down as I poured. I looked up and caught you staring at me in the reflection of the desk’s mirror.
You: No response? So you’ve turned around only for me to see how great your ass looks in that skirt? It’s like you want me to bend you over and take it.
I put my hands on the desk and took a deep breath. I turned around and motioned for you to come to me.
You did. In an instant, you were in front of me. The heat from your body and your scent wrapped around me without you even touching me. You didn’t have to say anything before I touched your face, your hair, your beard, your shoulders.
You: I want you. Tell me you want me.
I bit my lip.
You: You want me, don’t you? As badly as I want you - tell me.
I looked into your eyes and you smiled at me. I touched your chest and felt your heart race. Your skin had goosebumps from its contact with mine and the electric feel between us sparked lightning in your eyes.
You’d never been sexier to me. Hell yes, I wanted you.
You: I want you, Tanna.
I was instantly wet.
You: I’ve wanted you for so long, let me have you. Please?
I licked my lips and pulled you as close as I could and kissed your chin, your cheeks, your nose, the corners of your mouth, your forehead. I kissed your neck, and made it to your ear, gently nibbling it.
Me: Kiss me and see if I want you, Micah. Please?
Our eyes met again. And you kissed me. Your kiss was long and deep, you put your body in that kiss. Your chest on mine, your pelvis against mine, your hands on my lower back, dying to squeeze my ass.
I’d studied your lips and they were soft and pink, like my favorite Starburst. They tasted like whiskey and the piece of chocolate cake you ate after dinner - a piece of cake you fed me earlier.
Long after your tongue touched mine, our passionate kiss broke. Somehow, I managed to unbutton your shirt. It’s the first time I could touch you. My hands were on your chest when you finally caught your breath.
Me: Goddamn, Micah, I think you’re just so gorgeous.
You: I think the same about you, boo. I have so many thoughts and feelings for you, about you. I know I’m married, but I can’t help it. I’ve never been able to help it. I want her and I want you, too.
Me: I don’t know what to say to that.
You: I just wanted to see what you thought of me making love to you. May I?
It was single-handedly the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. The wetness in my panties was beginning to pool, and I wanted to be drunk off your kiss.
Me: She doesn’t care?
You: She knows what I want and what I have intended to do. I want to kiss you, I want your body, I want your spirit. I want to feel my lips all over your body.
I whispered ‘Micah, baby,’ in your ear and you wrapped your arms around me.
You: I told you I’d melt you and drink you up, didn’t I? I would like to be a man of my word, T.
Our eyes met and you had me. I was yours.
Me: Baby, I can’t deny that I haven’t thought about it.
You: Then let’s not deny each other anything.
Your sweet and sexy confidence just took me over and I kissed you this time. I hopped up on the desk and pulled you to me, wrapping my legs around your waist. I’d lured you in. You weren’t getting away. I managed to slide your shirt off and toss it on a nearby chair.
Your undershirt was the next thing to go. I admired your lean body and straight shoulders; it showed you played sports. Another series of kisses broke and I slowly pushed you away. I reached over and took a sip of my drink as you looked at me, your hands running up my skirt and touching my thighs.
You: You’re so soft, Tanna. Your skin is so smooth and lovely…
Me: Thank you, baby.
I pulled you back to me and left a series of sweet kisses on your lips and down your neck to your chest. I couldn’t help but spend a few minutes locking eyes with you as we kissed. Your gaze was so precious and adoring. I ran my fingers through your beard as you kissed my neck and told me how sweet my lips and skin were.
I hated to push you away again, but I hopped down from the desk and sat you on the end of my king-sized hotel bed. I stood in front of you as I unbuttoned my top, revealing a black lacy bra, and tossed my dress shirt on top of yours. Symbolic of what would be happening soon. I slipped my skirt off next, leaving my panties on, and stood you up again.
Your dick was growing harder and harder, and my mouth was watering for you. So I sat on the end of the bed and began to rub myself outside of my panties with one hand as I unbuckled your belt with the other.
I wanted to unwrap you like the biggest present with my name on it at Christmas, so I used both hands to pull your khakis down, and then to rub your erection outside of your boxer briefs.
I could tell your dick was perfect for me. Feeling all 7 inches of it throbbing in my hands only made me MORE excited.
Me: I guess you weren’t being cocky.
You: No, I just wanted to give you some cocky.
I giggled as I reached into your underwear and pulled it out. I had to have you in my mouth. I pulled your boxers down as I started sucking your dick. It’s what you wanted after all. My mouth was as wet as my pussy after just a few seconds. Your dick tasted amazing. You groaned and grabbed my hair gently as I stroked you with my mouth.
T…T-t-t-t…baby girl, please don’t stop. Mmm…
You tried in vain to say my name but stiffened and throbbed more after we made eye contact and I smirked with your dick in my mouth. You may have wanted me, but I HAD you. You’d do anything I asked after that. All you could do is moan.
Me: Your cock feels so good in my mouth. My pussy is so wet for you. I could cum just sucking you off…
You moaned and your knees nearly buckled as I deep-throated your cock. After a few more minutes, you decided it was your turn to pleasure me before you came in my mouth. Your precum was so sweet and felt good on my lips and tongue.
You stood me up and took my chin and pointed my head up, kissing me deeply tasting your cock off my mouth. You rubbed your dick on my crotch and we kissed as I unhooked my bra. I tossed it to the floor as you finally slid my panties off. We fell on the bed and just as I expected – you felt perfect on top of me. Just perfect in every way.
My breasts in your mouth felt amazing, and you said my nipples felt and tasted like sweet, chocolate hard candy in your mouth. You got excited when you first saw they were pierced. Your excitement turned me on even more when you said you’d never licked pierced nipples. I agreed and you kissed my body all over until you were between my legs. I spread my legs and you rubbed my clit, feeling how wet you made me.
Me: You must be so proud of yourself right now.
You grinned and I shuddered as you slid a finger inside of me while you kissed my inner thigh. You knew exactly what you were doing.
You: I melted you, baby girl…
You pulled your finger from inside me and tasted me off your finger.
You: Mmmm...Now it’s time to drink you up. Does Daddy’s Girl want that?
Me: Yes, Daddy. Please?
I gushed again as you put your soft tongue on my clit. I always thought you knew how to eat pussy, but never thought it would happen to me. You enjoyed it, too, and I wasn’t going to stop you as you buried your face in my warm cunt.
Your masterful mouth made me wiggle around so much, you looked up at me, smiled, and used your arms to pin my open legs against you.
You: Tanna, baby girl — you can’t run away now…this isn’t a text you can ignore. You’re so wet for me…
Me: Micah, Daddy…fuck.
You: I knew I made you this wet…
I finally settled down – a little anyway – and you reached your hands back up to my tits to squeeze them as you ate my pussy. My back arched, I moaned your name and I wanted to drown you. I didn’t want you to stop, but I was ready for your dick, which you’d been stroking to keep hard for me. You made your way back to my mouth and I tasted my sweet pussy off your mouth as we kissed.
Me: How did I taste, baby?
You: So fucking good, Tanna, fuck…
Me: Your lips taste good covered in my wetness.
You: I never thought I’d get a chance to taste you, baby, much less do this.
You slid your cock inside of me and I tightened around you. We both moaned at the same time and looked at each other as you began to slowly stroke me. Your rhythm was sensual and spot on with my breathing. You asked me if it felt good, and every time I moaned your name and “yes,” you went deeper. You went a little faster. You felt what my body needed.
You: You like that, baby girl?
Me: Yes, Daddy – give it to me, please. I like that.
You: Please keep calling me daddy, baby…fuck, you’re so pretty.
I moaned Daddy and it made your cock harder. I dug my fingernails into your back and you groaned. I blew kisses at you and you blew them back, slowing down for a quick kiss before you got back to work.
You: You’ve always been pretty. You’re even prettier when you take my cock, baby. Do you want it deeper? Ask for it.
You always were the hardest worker I knew.
You: My sweet, dirty girl. I want you so bad, Tanna…
You slowed down to kiss me and I rolled you onto your back. Your perfectly-sized dick didn’t slide out, and it was still inside of me when I started riding you. You just wanted to watch my tits bounce as I rode you, my hair down my back, my hands on your chest. I loved the way you moaned my name, it was so natural and your voice just made me soaking wet.
You groaned, “I don’t think I’ve ever been fucked this good, Tanna. You’re so fucking warm for me.”
All I could think to do was to pull you up so we were at eye level, sit you back against the headboard, and straddle you while you held me. I just slowly rolled my hips as we kissed, our hands in one another’s hair, our bodies beginning to glow with sweat.
Me: It’s a shame you haven’t been fucked this good before, Micah, Daddy, but we’re not done yet.
Your arms were so strong. Your hands gripped my ass while I bounced and I couldn’t help but squeal and giggle – you flashed big blue eyes and a sexy smile and slapped my ass hard repeatedly, an order not to stop.
Right as I came the first time, you slowed me down so I could look into those smoky blue eyes while you made me cum. You whispered ‘Tanna, please cum for Daddy, baby girl — make a mess on my cock’ – saying it wouldn’t be the first time.
After that, you laid me down and stood on your feet, motioning for me to come toward you. You wanted your cock in my mouth again. Naturally, I obliged. I wanted to taste myself off of your magical dick and make you close to erupting in my mouth again.
I got close to making you cum after just a few minutes, but you throbbed rhythmically for the perfect pounding from the back. I stood up in front of you and kissed you again with my head in your hands. I don’t think either of us had a clue it would be this good.
You: Now I get to do what I’ve wanted to do since the first time I saw you walk away, Tanna. Fuck, your ass is fucking incredible. Are you ready to bounce this big ass on Daddy’s cock?
Me: Fuck yes, Daddy.
You: Ask nicely, sweet girl…
Me: Please, Daddy — I want you to fuck me from the back? Please?
You: My sweet, dirty baby girl…fuck, turn around…
You turned me around and bent me over the bed, sliding your dick inside of me from the back. You grabbed me by my hips and went at it, marveling at my ass and toned back.
I turned my head to look at you from behind me. You looked like a warrior from Roman mythology – a soldier returning home to your queen after a year away. You caught me staring and smiled back.
You: If you look at me like a bad girl, you’ll get spanked like a bad girl.
Me: Then spank me, Micah. Fuck me from the back and spank me. I want it, Daddy.
I didn’t think your dick could get any harder, but it did. You went harder and deeper, you spanked me, you pulled my locs. I called you my dirty daddy and you grinned deviously, promising that you’d be dirtier next time.
You: I want to cum with you, Tanna, baby — I want to see how sexy you are when you cum again.
I was about to cum again when you flipped me over and got on top again. You slowly stroked me until we came together, our mouths mashed together and we collapsed together.
I asked you not to leave and you didn’t. We showered together and you were beautiful, all wet and soapy. So beautiful, we fucked again. You said the same thing about me. We shared a nightcap and we talked and watched Sportscenter the rest of the night. You held my hand, you rubbed lotion on my back and shoulders - we made out (you’re a beautiful kisser, by the way) – and we talked about what all this means.
You: I think it means that our friendship just got more interesting.
Me: Just interesting?
You: Well, I did just fuck one of my best friends…
Me: Me, too. So definitely more than interesting. I feel like this is a drunk dream.
You: It’s not a drunk dream.
Me: So, are you sure she doesn’t care? I mean, her saying it was OK for us to have an affair was a joke, right?
You: We weren’t joking. I was serious every time you thought I was joking about us. I have feelings for you and I want to pursue them. I don’t want to lose my marriage and she gets that.
Me: I mean, I want you all to myself. Sharing with you doesn’t seem fair to either of us.
You: Just think about it. To me, you’re not the other woman. You’re my woman.
Me: I’ll think about it. I promise.
You: So when you come to visit us in a few weeks, we can try out our bed. Our headboard is better.
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