The all-day professional development conference that Jenifer had been dreading for months should have worn her out. Between getting there early enough to get her pick of tables and staying long enough to make sure she made all the right connections, it ended up being a ten-hour affair. Her mind throbbed with too much noise, information, and socializing. She’d worn the wrong heels, so her legs and feet ached despite being seated most of the day. Certainly, the mangled notes on her laptop would need sorting out before all the important lessons escaped her memory.
None of that was forefront of her mind, though. As she reflected on the long day, she couldn’t stop thinking about the randy newlyweds.
When Jenifer walked into the conference room, she sighed in relief. No tented name tags told anyone where they were required to sit. She dreaded nothing more than forced conversation. Still, arriving early hadn’t done her the favour she hoped. There were already people at every table. Thankfully, she noticed her desired spot at a table in the far, back corner of the large space. It was the least occupied table with only two people at it, a man and a woman. Those two people were deeply engrossed in one another. That was a good sign. They wouldn’t be concerned with Jenifer, and she could keep to herself. She adjusted her thick-rimmed glasses and headed for that table.
As Jenifer approached, she saw the woman move her hand from the table top to under the tablecloth. She could see the woman’s arm stretch out slightly to her left. Jenifer couldn’t see what the woman’s hand was doing, but the man sitting next to her stirred. He looked at the woman who smiled back at him. He moved his chair closer to the table and leaned back. Jenifer could see the tablecloth move up some, and it fully covered the man’s lap. He closed his eyes just as Jenifer reached them.
Even though Jenifer liked to keep to herself and didn’t like to draw attention, she’d long appreciated anyone who dared to be sexually adventurous in public. However, the word “appreciated” didn’t quite cover it though. Because it was so far out of her comfort zone, public sex was Jenifer’s go-to when it came to porn. She loved watching other people give each other pleasure unto itself, but seeing people be so into it that they threw caution to the wind? That was hot. While Jenifer kept her curtains drawn if she so much as changed shirts, the thought of watching others or even being watched in the sexiest of moments made her clench her thighs and long for a toy.
Jenifer hated to interrupt the couple. She thought about sitting somewhere else in the hopes that they’d be left alone where they were, and she could watch them all day. Startling them out of what they were doing would have been a hugedisappointment. Jenifer decided to approach anyway. Maybe she’d be brave enough to let them know she was more than OK watching them play.
As she got within earshot, she gently cleared her throat and again adjusted her black glasses. The man’s eyes flew open, and the woman’s hand appeared on the table. If they were trying to be subtle, they’d just failed. Their lack of discretion made Jenifer wonder if anyone else had noticed them and if they’d end up getting in trouble with Jenifer being mortifiedat being caught at the perv table, but she pressed on anyway.
“Hi, um, I don’t mean to, um, disturb you, but may I sit here, please?” Jenifer unwittingly glanced down toward the man’s crotch under the tablecloth, and she blushed when she realized she’d done it and hoped neither the man nor the woman had noticed. If they had, they didn’t seem to mind. They both smiled broadly.
The moment was so brief, but it was like everyone knew exactly what was going on in this erotic voyeur moment. Somehow, she felt like they knew she wanted to watch, and she knew they wanted to be watched. An intense warmth spread from her core to her pussy to her thighs. She could feel it in her face and ears. She couldn’t distinguish the embarrassment from the arousal.
“Please sit!” The woman said, gesturing with her right hand at another chair directly across from them. The man merely gazed at Jenifer, and his cheeks flushed and lips slightly parted.
“I’m Georgia,” the woman said. “This is my husband, Malik. We just got married about nine weeks ago. We’ve been working in separate countries for two months. I apologize if we seem… distracted.”
The man nodded and smiled, but he turned his attention back to his wife. The look on his face, his laser focus on her with his wide eyes screamed of yearning.
“I’m Jenifer. Congratulations! You can totally pretend like I’m not here,” she said.
No wonder they’re eager, she thought. She willed them with her mind: Keep going.
It was an unrealistic fantasy to watch this couple tease each other for the next eight hours in a busy conference hall with hundreds of other attendees. The bright lights revealed everything not under the tables. Yet much to Jenifer’s delight, she was able to feast on the sight of Georgia and Malik the entire time. By the time the conference was over, Jenifer’s panties were soaked, and she suspected she even had a wet spot on the back of her skirt. She felt like she’d been edged from afar. A single touch on her pussy would make her explode.
The moment she got home, she’d opened her curtains wide. It was dark outside, so she turned on a lamp, keeping the light low.
I’m gonna try this, she thought. After an entire day of relentless teasing, it seemed a shame to waste the opportunity and the tiny bit of exhibitionist bravery she’d worked up watching Georgia and Malik.
In her dimly lit apartment, she stepped into her bathroom. She couldn’t quite convince herself to undress in front of the window with the curtains open just yet. Instead, she took a bath to soothe her long-tensed body and refresh her tired, overstimulated skin. It was exhausting to spend an entire day of dangerously flirting with unprofessional behaviour, pretending to listen to the speakers, and squeezing her thighs together while watching her favourite fantasies unfold just a few feet away from her.
She needed a release. But now she was in charge of the tease.
Though she had waited so long for the moment to play with herself, she resisted the temptation to take her favourite toys with her into the bath. Instead, she wanted her climax to be the last thing she experienced before she went to sleep. And she wanted it to be in front of the whole city, in her own way. She stripped down to nothing. The air on her skin felt warm and steamy from the bath. She ran her fingers across her breasts and shocked at her own touch. Half a day of teasing, of edging, of not touching when she wanted to touch… every sensation was on a new level.
After her bath, Jenifer towelled off and, still in the nude, took a deep breath as she walked to her kitchen. Though she was sure no one could see her yet, the thrill of it made her think back to Georgia and Malik. She wondered if they were in a hotel somewhere in town with Georgia’s glorious breasts wildly mashing against the window while Malik ploughed her from behind. Jenifer reached for her favourite white mug and gripped it tight. She brewed a cup of chamomile and gazed out the window. Even though her skin was still damp, nothing on her was wetter than her throbbing pussy. She’d gone way past tingling. Jenifer’s body was almost uncomfortable with the longing for release.
At her suede daybed, she stood in front of the darkened city for the first time wearing absolutely nothing but her glasses. The glow of evening lights dotted other open curtains. Jenifer was too nervous to look closely at what they might’ve been doing. Maybe some were watching her. Maybe someone was rubbing their body the way Jenifer would in mere moments.
Another pang of torturous need rippled through her body. At that moment, Jenifer noticed a man looking at his window. He wasn’t looking at her, but she still sat down quickly on the daybed. Her moment of shyness caused her to wrap herself in her white down comforter. She giggled at the fear and the rush.
The window overlooking the city was just above her, giving her the slight bit of privacy she needed to feel comfortable,but still exposing the city to her. The unsatisfied draw between her legs beckoned.
She sipped her tea. Now in the comfort of her own space with that tiny bit of public risk, Jenifer could truly enjoy the memory of the day’s constant titillation. So many small moments flashed in her mind, and each one struck her pussy with more and more pleasure.
Her mind returned to Georgia and Malik. During the first presentation, Jenifer watched Georgia’s hand return under the tablecloth and toward Malik’s crotch. The speaker—a loud man with a penchant for laughing at his own jokes—proved the perfect cover. Jenifer could see the way the fabric of the tablecloth moved, shifting up and down. The more it moved, the more serious Malik’s face grew. His wide, pink lips stay parted, but his eyes closed. Jenifer noticed beads of sweat in his buzzcut fade. Malik let his head drop back slightly, and Georgia kept her focus on her husband, never once looking down.
When Malik moaned, Jenifer nearly came right then without so much as touching her own body. The memory caused Jenifer’s pussy to twitch.
She breathed deep, inhaling the steam and sweet scent of her tea. She cupped her hot mug with both hands, the heat penetrating her palms. Then she rubbed her legs lightly, letting the heat further soothe her both tired and delicious tension. The softness of her skin delighted her. The warmth melted her muscles.
Jenifer wondered if, indeed, the couple was doing the same thing, visible from a window or not. Was Malik touching Georgia’s skin like Jenifer touched her own? Was he on top of her, driving into her pussy? Was she sucking him on display for the city? After a whole day of teasing, Jenifer wondered how quickly they’d erupt with what had to be the most powerful orgasms either of them had ever had.
Or were they like Jenifer? Were they taking even more time, prolonging that release?
The rest of the night was devoted to her own sexual pleasure, total relaxation, and self-love. She lost herself in the memories of the couple’s discreet pleasure and grinned to herself. Jenifer moved her hand under her comforter and explored the sensations. She was convinced Georgia and Malik were feeling the same things.
The way Jenifer felt in that moment was bliss. She wanted the sensations to last. She wanted to cum for hours, to play and make herself cum over and over again. A full day dedicated to making herself hit multiple orgasms would have to wait though.
She reached into her lacy white panties and felt her own heat radiating from her soaked vulva. The pleasure of her fingers against her molten pussy was instant. She set her mug on the bed and moved the comforter aside. Jenifer reached for her blue, metallic bullet vibe.
The slick, cool vibe felt hard against her nipple, giving her the pressure she needed to ratchet her passion up a notch. Would the couple be using a vibe as well? How could they not? She imagined they had everything in their sexual arsenal. Thoughts of Georgia using a vibe against her clit while Malik fucked her pushed Jenifer to touch and rub her own clit. She teased herself with the vibe, then clicked it on. The sound made her smile with anticipation.
The joy was instantaneous. The vibrations made her breathe harder. But Jenifer had been horny all day, and she needed more. Her own forced wait was now agonizing. She grew impatient. She clicked the bullet’s button again to increase the speed. It intensified against her lips and clit. She moaned. Her stomach tightened. Her mouth opened with erotic joy.
As her body screamed for more, Jenifer slowed down to indulge. She rubbed the bullet against her clit, thinking of the couple. When they were gone for twenty minutes over lunch, had he licked and sucked Georgia’s clit? Is that why Malik’s lips looked swollen, and Georgia’s hair was damp with sweat? Had she wrapped her lips around his swollen cockhead? Were they pounding away in a busy bathroom not caring who heard them, or had they found a quiet closet in a corner? Jenifer wished she had seen them going at it finally, but the sheer fantasy of them fucking anywhere at the conference deepened Jenifer’s desire. Her fingers pinched at her nipples, her skin shimmered with glittery moisturizer, and her bullet vibe pulsed against her button.
Jenifer fantasized about having joined them. During the conference, she’d wanted to pretend she’d dropped something and crawl under the table to give both Georgia and Malik even more enticement. While pretending to listen to a speaker, Jenifer imagined sliding her fingers inside Georgia’s wet cunt. She imagined Georgia would be almost fully shaved, as a young newlywed. Then Jenifer imagined holding Malik’s cock in her mouth. She’d be able to feel his pulse between her lips while Georgia slyly bucked her hips against Jenifer’s finger fuck. The fantasy brought Jenifer back to her own body, the darkness outside her window, and the urge to finish compelled Jenifer to rub at her glistening cunt. She clicked off the vibe and plunged an urgent finger into her pussy like she imagined doing to Georgia.
It was satisfying and not enough all at once.
Her pleasure was now all-consuming, and her thoughts were lost in the fantasy of a surreptitious threesome in the bustling conference room. Switching between rubbing her clit in circles and fingering herself, Jenifer moaned and whimpered. Her pulse throbbed inside every inch of her body. Her swollen labia slickened with her juices, and she rubbed it all over her fingers. She glided over her own clit, then pushed down, giving it the pressure it wanted. Each circle brought her a little closer. She struggled with losing control, but the need took over. Jenifer longed to be filled by Malik’s cock, which she never had the pleasure of seeing. Or she wanted to feel the probe of Georgia’s long fingers.
Again, Jenifer delved her own fingers into her cunt, imagining they were Georgia’s. With two this time to fill her pussy’s need, the pleasure built deep in her pelvis. Her asshole clenched, and her mouth widened. She no longer noticed her own whimpers or the scent of her own juices. The fear of someone hearing her disappeared. When she realized she was being louder than normal, she wondered if the neighbours were listening intently enough to hear how wet she was. Another loud moan escaped her, though she didn’t know if she did it on purpose.
She imagined Georgia’s taut nipples rubbing against her own as she tasted Malik’s salty pre-cum. She fixated on how smooth Malik’s firm, ready-to-burst head would have felt like against her tongue. His dick would’ve been darkened and veins bulging with the need for release. As her own pussy tightened around her thrusting fingers, Jenifer imagined how Georgia’s pussy would have clenched down around Jenifer’s deepening fingers and how each stroke would bring the woman closer to climax.
Had she indulged in the fantasy she had at the conference of slipping under the table, there was no way any of them would have managed to stay quiet.
Jenifer grinned at the thought of being that bold as she fucked herself.
Jenifer’s fantasy switched back to the memory of when she was certain Georgia made Malik cum. The man groaned louder than he had the whole time, and someone at the next table noticed. Malik was too lost in his orgasm to care. His body shuddered while Georgia’s hand slowed. Jenifer watched as Georgia waited until just the right moment, raised her messy hand, then licked every drop of Malik’s cum off of each finger. Malik and Jenifer both watched Georgia with rapt attention, and Georgia grinned with evil glee.
Jenifer could no longer hold back. The pleasure she longed for all day took over. She spread her legs wide. Her dark hair fell back. With hard, fast strokes, Jenifer fucked her pussy with her two fingers. Malik’s moans and Georgia’s tongue flashed in Jenifer’s mind. Her hips rocked and shook, matching her intense fingering.
With a brief curl of her upper lip, Jenifer’s cunt clamped down with fast waves. She pulled her fingers out and rubbed her pulsating clit. Each circle caused her whole body to jump at the shocks of pleasure ripping through her pussy. Her breasts bounced. The waves cascaded down her legs. She pulled them together, pushing her hand against her mound. Her trimmed hair prickled against her wet hand.
The waves slowed, and Jenifer reached up to pull at her nipple, prolonging the pleasure until her whole body relaxed.
Caressing her vulva and skin, a brief smile flashed on Jenifer’s face. Her chest rose and fell, still trembling and heaving from finally being able to uncoil the built-up sexual tension. Exhaustion and satisfaction soon filled Jenifer’s body.
With the aftereffects glowing from within every inch of her body and the city’s equally loving glow still gazing at her through the open curtains, Jenifer pulled her comforter back over her and settled into sleep within moments. She didn’t even bother taking off her glasses. She fell asleep remembering how she adjusted them one last time as she waved goodbye to Georgia and Malik and wondered if she’d see them at the next conference. She drifted off, thinking she just might join them.
The End.
