Then my jaw dropped when I heard Kent say, “Keep this quiet, and she’ll show you her pussy.”
I leaned back and looked at him like “what the fuck?,” but he just nodded and whispered, “Do it.”
I turned around to see a kitchen prep guy in his 20s waiting eagerly to see what would happen. I don’t know what came over me, but I started pulling my dress back up. I pulled it just past my garter belt so he could see the top of it. The straps were still fastened to the tops of my stockings, and it really was a nice set, so he got a great show. And since Kent had said my “pussy” and not my “lingerie,” I scanned the area and saw a milk crate just next to us, so I propped one foot on it and spread my bent leg so that he could really see everything. I was probably only standing like that for between five to ten seconds before Kent said, “Okay, that’s enough. Appreciate it, bro,” and pulled my dress back down. He grabbed my hand and pulled me back inside.
What. A. Goddamn. Thrill. Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined that real life with Kent would be this much better than online with Kent. My heart was racing as we popped back into the reception area. It looked like a lot fewer people were there. Things appeared to be dwindling down. Lisa was eating a piece of cake and had another piece to go next to her. My thrilling night was at an end. My chances at another hookup were gone, but at least I’d had the alley with Kent. I could easily head to my hotel room and fuck myself to that thought for a good while before passing out. We walked over to Lisa trying to look like we hadn’t just hooked up in an alley. I don’t know how successful we were, but she didn’t seem to care where we’d been. She’d just sat down for some cake after an intense dancing session. Everyone agreed that it had been a pretty great night. Stacy and Jeremy were nowhere to be seen. I’m sure they ducked out a few songs ago to either pass out or fuck in their hotel room. I’d see them in the morning at brunch. I figured this was a good time to head off myself. I didn’t want any awkward goodnights after the high I was on. I wanted to ride it as long as possible. I said goodbye to Lisa and that it was lovely to meet her. As I was about to say goodbye to Kent, he announced that he’d come to the coat room with me.
We started off in that direction, and he said, “I hope I didn’t go too far. I had a feeling you’d be into that based on our past chats.”
“I was fucking appalled at first, but then a rush of excitement came over me when I decided to lean into it. You know me too well, sir.”
“Mmm, I like that. ‘Sir.’ Maybe we should start up our chats again.”
“Honestly, tonight was so much better than a chat. Maybe we should discuss some parameters for whatever this is. I cannot remember ever being this consistently turned on for an evening.”
“We can discuss. My wishes haven’t changed, though. I don’t know if tonight gave you the wrong idea. I’m not looking for a relationship.”
“Oh, I’m not, either. But would a lover be so bad?”
“You seriously just said ‘lover.’ I’m out.”
“Hahaha, shut the fuck up. Let’s talk sometime soon. My white whale is that cock of yours. I want it inside me.”
“Fucking shit. From ‘lover’ to literary reference to exactly the words every guy wants to hear. We’ll talk. But here we are. Can I grab your coat?”
“I’ve got it, but thanks. Don’t forget Lisa’s coat. Have a lovely evening with her.”
“I will have a gentlemanly drive to drop her off, and then I will head home and masturbate furiously.”
“Same, though. Tough luck on this timing,” I said. “Think of me later?”
“As if anything else could possibly be on my mind.”
And then I got my third kiss of the evening. This was one slow and deep, as if we both thought there was no way we could pick this back up in the future and we had to take advantage now. He ran his hands over every inch of my body that he could reach while our lips were locked. I don’t know how long we would have continued like that had someone else not come in looking for their coat. We broke it up and said goodnight, and I headed to the elevator.
I cursed my luck all the way up to my floor. As the elevator opened, I got a text.
“Kent: Don’t take off your dress yet.”
If only he knew how strong his hold was on me. I could skip sleep and text with him all night, playing whatever games he wanted to play. I raced down the hall to my room and responded with, “Oh?”
“Kent: I didn’t get any photos of us tonight. I need to have a memento of you in that dress.”
“Ah, so you just want a selfie?”
“Kent: Kind of. :)”
His texts couldn’t arrive fast enough.
“Kent: Remember that guy from the alley? I ran into him near the coat room after you left. His name is Jack. I asked him for a favor.”
“Kent: I don’t know what floor you’re on, but I told him to head to three and hang out by the ice machine. Go meet him there.”