“Take it easy there killer,” I joked. “Don’t need you passing out on us.”
“Thanks Scott, just calming my nerves. Look at my hand still shaking!”
She held up her hand closest to me for both of us to see. I took it quickly in my own, dropping our hands onto the table together, my hand covering hers. I held it firmly, not hard, but just enough to let her know I understood and was there for her. Her wedding ring dug into my palm.
She looked down at my hand on hers, staring, lost in thought. I could feel just the slightest pressure changes where she nearly pulled her hand away before she relaxed again. Finally, I felt her squeezing me back just a bit and looking up at me.
“Tell me more Valerie,” I started, needing to get her talking again, “I want to hear more about your rise to the top of your field.” A safe place I thought, someplace she was confident and comfortable talking about.
Valerie immediately relaxed, she kept her hand in mine, glancing down at them from time to time. She started to speak, telling us the story of her rise from a lowly grad student, and her early time in the clinics. She referenced when her marriage turned, and her new found career path blossomed. She worked hard to build her career, pouring out that pent up passion into her work. Long hours in the office and at home after putting the kids to bed, she practically developed an entire new field of psychology on her own.
Now her professional life was more fulfilling, she travelled regularly for speaking engagements, teaching others what she’s learned. Authoring books, mostly completing her writing on airplanes and in hotel rooms, allowing her loneliness and frustration to fuel her interest in authoring books.
The trips weren’t without excitement. She dialed some details for us.
“I started masturbating with the windows open.” She blurted out.
We all laughed together.
“Even though I was in a strange city, usually in high rises with relative anonymity, I’d open the curtains, turn on my light, and lay completely naked on the bed. I’d lay there, and rub my pearl, sometime for an hour or two, rolling through my own orgasms one after another. I also found I liked being loud with myself. It seemed so much more real to hear my shrill voice echoing in the empty room as I came. It got to the point where I’d do it to give myself a break from writing, and then go back to it afterwards. Feeling like someone could be seeing me, without being able to identify me, was incredibly satisfying. Damn, I learned to make myself come pretty hard.”
That was it, as she described her masturbation in detail, while squeezing my hand unconsciously, made my cock come to life again. Still tucked deep in my boxer briefs and down my pant leg, I felt it throb, lengthening through the tight material, damp with precum from Michele’s attention earlier. Now again from Valerie’s recant of her pleasuring herself. Picturing her laying naked in a hotel room, screaming as she came, what an incredible sight she must have been.
I looked at Michele, she crossed her legs. Squeezing her thighs together hard, I knew what she was doing. Both women were becoming turned on in front of me with Valerie’s stories. I slipped into memories for a moment, the first time I spread Michele’s beautiful lips apart and tasted her nectar for the first time. How she’d squirted into my mouth when she came so hard on my tongue. It was a beautiful and erotic moment for the two of us. I knew what was happening under her dress, I was sure of it. That sweet little pussy below her very pregnant belly was leaking for me, her clit throbbing in anticipation, lips full and swollen. Squeezing her thighs like that gave her temporary relief, but she would need more tonight.
Valerie squirmed a little in her seat, I hoped she was getting as wet as I thought she was. That perfectly pink little slit becoming insistent again, she too was going to need more attention. That short dress wasn’t covering much as she sat next to me, my eyes wandered, seeing the tops of her upper thighs just below the table where that tiny dress ended and those muscular legs started. My balls ached with the thought of undressing her.
Valerie started again, an unmistakable pleading in her voice. “Today was such a turn on Michele. Undressing for someone anonymous who ‘might’ see me from a building across the street from a hotel room was one thing. But stripping down to nothing right in front of your eyes, in front of you tonight, and everyone else, was terrifying and exhilarating! I tried to block them out and focus on you, and making you see how turned on you made me.”
“Oh I knew, I could see it how your eyes burned a hole through me as you slipped that tight dress off.” Michele responded showing how turned on the moment left her too. “You are so beautiful and so sexy Valerie.”
“Thank you Michele, just trying to keep up with you.” She complimented.
“Your boobs are perfect!” Michele lamented, “how big are they?”
Valerie giggled, as she did, her boobs bounced in the tight red dress that covered her heavy globes. “I’ve had them done twice. The first time I just tried to get them back to what I was before, a perky 34C. I liked them, but I liked the attention they got me even more. I loved the looks I got from men and women alike. So I decided to go bigger. Last year, I had them redone, and I decided wanted them much bigger. Through my training, my legs and ass have been getting bigger and stronger, and I wanted to be proportionate, so these girls are now a 34F!” She looked down, and let go of my hand, bringing both her hands beneath them, admiring how they moved when she pushed on them. “I know they look massive on my little rib cage, but I like them!”
Michele and I were also staring now. Valerie looked up, and saw us both gawking at her. She smiled, “I really enjoyed showing off for you tonight.”
“You’re so sexy Valerie,” words barley escaped my lips, my eyes still mesmerized at how she was playing with her breasts at the table.
“You’re sweet Scott, you know, Michele got the best show earlier, do you want to see me show off for you?”
“That answer will be ‘yes’ every time Valerie.” I responded, smiling wide as she still played with her chest.
Valerie looked at me, a confidence spreading across her face. Her dark eyes opened wide, “do you want to see them up close Scott?”
Without breaking eye contact, “yes.” Was all my choked up voice could say.
Her hands left her mounds briefly and slid over them to her skin exposed by the low cut dress. Still making eye contact with me she slipped her fingers underneath the thin spaghetti straps and slid them down her shoulders, with a little work she had her arms pulled all the way through. The tight red material stretched over her breasts, now rising and falling with her increased breathing.
She looked over her right shoulder, scanning the restaurant for faces. But it had been empty for hours, just the bartender, and at this angle, even he shouldn’t be able to see anything.
Her eyes returned to mine, she playfully lowered her face, keeping eye contact with me, and smiled at me coyly.