‘It’s a… distinct possibility! Plus we have a “date” this evening. Dinner at 6. I’m going to be ready for whatever comes.’
‘Don’t you mean cums?’
‘Very funny but yes!’
‘I’ve got to go into the meeting now but send me a pic of what you’re wearing before you go out.’
‘Sure thing, honey. Your loving, cock-hungry wife!’
Although the tone of their messages was as explicit as it had ever been, they both still implicitly felt that it could be viewed as part of their elaborate fantasy roleplay. But they also both knew that they were playing with the boundaries like they never had before and that it could so easily cross that line into something real.
After resting for a while, Samantha got up and began getting ready for dinner. She started by putting on the lingerie and high heels that she had bought with Philip in mind. She went to the full length mirror and took a photo of herself on her phone and sent it. However, to her horror, she received a message from Philip a few seconds later saying: ‘Hi Samantha, I just received this pic from you. Was it meant for someone else?’
Samantha’s heart sunk. She quickly responded with: ‘OMG, cant believe I did that! So mortified. Meant to send it to my husband. I’m so embarrassed.’
‘Don’t be, really. These things happen. If I had a penny for every time I sent a message to the wrong person… Really, it’s fine.’
They messaged some more, but they agreed to move on and continue with their dinner plans. Six o clock was fast approaching, so she finished getting dressed. She put on the same formal outfit she had worn earlier, but she decided to stick with the sexy lingerie underneath it and the new black high heels.
She then took another picture of herself in the mirror and this time carefully sent it to Graham. She had intended to add a caption but she was still a little shocked from the embarrasment of her mistake, so she didn’t add anything. Right before Philip called, she looked again at the sexy pic she had sent him. She was glad at least that she did look very hot in it. She had wanted him to see her wearing this lingerie and this may have turned out to be the only way he would. Mostly, though, she was relieved she hadn’t added any message to it. She had been thinking of writing something like: ‘So do you think Philip will like it?’ She was so grateful she hadn’t.
A knock came to the door and Samantha opened it to Philip. They managed to laugh it off and continue downstairs together. They sat having dinner across from each other and commented on the various delegates for the conference arriving into the hotel. They shared a bottle of red wine together, and afterwards decided to have one more drink at the bar before calling it a night. But when they walked into the adjoining bar, they saw that it was full – possibly with all the new conference arrivals.
‘How about a drink in the mini-bar?’ Philip said jokingly. ‘It’s not as classy, but at least it will be more comfortable.’
‘Sure, why not?’ Samantha said and they got the lift back up to the seventh floor.
‘Your room or mine?’ she said.
‘I don’t mind – yours is closer,’ Philip said.
‘Alright then,’ Samantha said and opened the door to her room.
Philip poured them a gin and tonic each. Samantha took the only armchair, while Philip sat on the end of her bed.
‘Even though it’s a work trip,’ he said, ‘it’s so great to be away for a while. It’s been so crazy at home.’
‘I agree. It’s nice to feel human again, to get away from the daily grind. And for the record, I’m glad I have a friend to keep me company.’
‘Me too.’
‘And I know we said we’d drop it,’ Samantha said bashfully, ‘but let me just say that as bad as it was mistakenly sending you that photo of me, I figure it would’ve been so much worse if I had sent it to anybody else. You’ve been very sweet about it.’
‘Listen, there are worse things than receiving an image like that on my phone! Just kidding – and you’re right, you wouldn’t want any of the other men we work with getting it.’
They continued chatting for a while longer and the subject of working out and exercising came up. Naturally in the conversation, Philip commented: ‘Well you do look in incredible shape…’, before immediately stopping himself. ‘Not that I looked… I mean of course I looked at the pic..’ He then looked up and smiled at Samantha. ‘Look at me – now I’m the embarrassed one.’
‘There’s no need to be, I appreciate the compliment,’ Samantha said. ‘I’m not sure I could return the compliment – I mean I only ever see you in work suits. Although you certainly seem to keep in great shape.’
‘I try as much as I can,’ he said, sidestepping the flirtation.
Eventually, they said goodnight and Philip returned to his room down the hall. But barely five minutes later, Samantha received a message on her phone and she could barely believe her eyes when she saw that it was a pic of Philip. He had gone to his room and undressed down to his boxers and taken a similar pic of himself in the mirror to hers and sent it to her. ‘Just thought I’d even the score and share the embarrassment 😉 Goodnight’
Samantha responded with: ‘You didn’t have to, Philip, but I appreciate the gesture. Night’
Then she looked more closely at the near-naked pic of Philip, and she saw that he did indeed have a great body. She got wet looking him up and down and zoomed in on his underwear to get a sense of how big his cock was, but the lighting unfortunately didn’t reveal anything.
It was just after 11pm and she decided to ring Graham and tell him what had happened. He was intrigued and surprised to hear about what Philip had done, and he asked to be kept informed about any further developments. Samantha asked Graham his honest opinion as a man about what it meant that Philip had sent her the pic.
‘Well, there’s no question now that he likes you and wants to fuck you,’ Graham said candidly. ‘But even so, he’s married and may not want to cross that line. So it’s hard to say. But the fact that he was even willing to send the pic suggests he enjoys the flirtation at least.’
‘Thanks honey, that actually helps get some perspective on it. I think it’s good progress nonetheless. Our first night here and we’ve already seen each other in our underwear!’
‘You’re right,’ Philip said and laughed. ‘You do work fast!’
4.
From 9am the following morning till 6pm in the evening, Samantha and Philip went from conference room to conference room networking and listening to presentations. Sometimes they were together, other times at separate talks. But all the time, Samantha couldn’t stop thinking about Philip. It occured to her that she had never asked him to delete the image of her on his phone, and now she secretly hoped that he hadn’t and would occasionally take it out to look at it. He would surely have to delete it before he got home in case his wife found it, but she didn’t mind him enjoying it when on his own in the hotel room until then.
When the last presentation of the day was over, Philip told Samantha that he needed to unwind and that he was going for a drink afterwards, but that he was going to freshen up back at this room first. She did the same and they arranged to meet for a drink at 7pm.