You arrive at your convention, and you're surprised to receive a note at the front desk when you check in that I have called. There's no return number, and it's really left you puzzled. You check in though, and head up to your room. When you get to your room, there is an envelope slid under the door with your name on it - very official looking. You don't think anything of it until you open it and realize it is a printout of nearly all our correspondence over the past year. You can't help but read a few lines, which brings a familiar heat to your crotch. You reach down and press your fingers against your clit. You feel the pressure through your pants, and feel yourself getting very wet.
Your mind is reeling a little though, because you can't figure out how this got there. It's then that the phone rings. It makes you jump, but it snaps you out of your daydreaming/confusion. You answer softly, saying, "Hello?"
"It's me," I respond.
"How did you find me?" you ask impulsively. "How did you get this envelope here?"
"Well, I knew you always went to the convention, and it was pretty easy to look up on the Internet. I just called ahead and told them I worked with you and that you had forgotten something. I sent it FedEx and told them to deliver it to your room"
"But why?" you ask.
"Because I wanted to drive you crazy from the moment you arrived at the hotel," I answer. "I wanted you to think about nothing else while you were away for the four days of the conference. I wanted you to only think about my hard cock and what it would do to you. How it taste in your mouth, how it would feel inside you. What my tongue could do to you…"
"Oh, god," you sigh, interrupting. "You're making me so wet. What are you doing right now?"
"What do you think? I'm lying in bed with only a robe one, stroking myself. I'm so hard. I'm thinking about you standing in front of me, watching me. I want you so bad."
"What would you want me to do?" you ask.
"I'd want you to unbutton your blouse. Show me your breasts, and then lick your fingers before running circles around your nipples, making them rock hard. I'd want to take my cock and rub it against your nipples, sliding it between your breasts, allowing it to slip into your mouth," I say. You can hear me masturbating as I say it, my breathing getting stronger.
"I want to taste it," you say.
"Do you?"
"Yes."
"How much?"
"More than anything," you say, as your own breathing is getting heavy.
"Then put down the phone…" I tell you.
"What?" you ask surprised, interrupting me.