Author's note: You'll need to read Chapter 6 for this to really make sense.
We landed at the small Texas airport at 3:12 in the morning. The dozen or so passengers - seven of which were with the company I worked for - deplaned and walked through the small, deserted airport like zombies. The only sound was the clickity clack of our rolling luggage. We immediately noticed when we left the building to find our transportation to the hotel how thick and muggy the air was. Who the hell voluntarily goes to Texas in the middle of July?!
After a restless couple hours of sleep, we all had a quiet breakfast together before we left for the convention center for the conference. About the only things that were discussed were how fucking hot it was and how cheap our company was to put us on a red eye. Needless to say, we weren't happy campers. The lack of sleep wasn't helping.
We sat through several presentations on color theory, printing techniques and tricks, and the latest and greatest plug ins for photoshop. At least, that's what I remember. I might have slept through a couple.
That evening, we all went back to our hotel. Some took naps, some took showers, some a combination of both. Regardless, when we met in the lobby, everybody was feeling refreshed and a little more sociable. I couldn't help but notice how hot Jenny and Katherine were looking. Not temperature-wise hot. Visually hot. Katherine was dressed in her usual unintentional sexy attire. A button down silky red blouse that was two sizes too small who's first button didn't start until well into her ample cleavage. Her 38 inch bustline was putting a severe strain on the buttons. One could only hope she had a massive wardrobe malfunction. It was accompanied by a very short white skirt along with white pumps. Jenny was wearing a light, flowery sundress that was backless. The thin spaghetti straps held it up nicely, letting the top of the dress fall just far enough across her 34 inch bust to drive a man wild. The hem fell sexily at mid-thigh, exposing her long, sexy, tan legs, that led down to wedge sandals that made her appear even taller than she already was.
The three of us were joined by my roommate for this trip, Matt. He was super nice, but kind of nerdy and socially awkward. But he was a good dude. I liked to hang out with him occasionally for that reason - and he laughed at my jokes.
We walked across the street and down a couple of blocks to a surf and turf restaurant that came highly recommended. We were seated at a lovely round table towards the back of the restaurant. The pure white table cloth that fell off the sides went quite nicely with the dark wooden tones. We did the classic boy-girl-boy-girl seating arrangement. It was actually more fun than I had anticipated watching Matt squirm uncomfortably between these two lovelies.
As we sat there, I couldn't help but think back to the flight here. I kept seeing Jenny's head bobbing on my pole. I could almost feel it. The taste of Katherine's skin was still on my lips and her scent in my nostrils. My fingers still smelled as if they had just been pulled out of her snatch. As it turns out, the girls were having the same flashbacks. Neither could get the vision of my 9 inches of rock hard meat out of their heads. Katherine kept reliving the feeling of my fingers stuck deep inside her. Jenny could still feel my cock buried in her throat. She couldn't get the taste of my cum out of her mouth, not that she wanted to.
I put my second beer down on the table. "Katherine, I couldn't help but notice you haven't had anything to drink."
"Water. I'm drinking water. Doesn't that count as a drink?" she replied snottily.
"No, I mean a drink. Don't you drink anything harder than water?"
"Occasionally, if I'm being naughty, I'll have a diet Sprite," she said flatly. Everyone at the table laughed.
"How about tea? Do you like tea?"
"Yes, now that you mention it, I do like tea."
"Great! Waiter, can you bring the lovely lady a Long Island iced tea, please?" Jenny covered her mouth to hide her laugh.
"Long Island iced tea?" Katherine asked.
I tried not to laugh. "Yeah. It's tea. But it's how they drink it in Long Island."
Rich and famous people live on Long Island. If they like it, I'm sure I'll like it!
she thought to herself. "Yes, alright, I'll try it."
She hadn't even finished her first tall glass of the sweet refreshment before the effects of the liquor were obvious.
Katherine began to fan herself with a white napkin. "Oh my! Is it warm in here?!" The rest of the table looked at each other. Jenny and I knew exactly what was happening.
I shook my head. "No, not really. Actually, I feel a little chilly."
"Yup, me, too," Jenny added with a smile. "They must have the A/C cranked up."
After some small talk and a few more guzzles of her drink, Katherine spoke up. "You know, I'm really quite nervous about my presentation tomorrow." Sober Katherine would never admit weakness of any kind. She was scheduled to give a presentation on the advantages and disadvantages of having an in-house art department. "I mean, I can speak to a group of six or seven. But there are probably going to be 40 or more people there! Mark, you're quite comfortable with speaking in public. Do you have any wise words of advice?"
For one, sober Katherine would never think I had anything wise to say. Secondly, normally I would be the last person on earth she would ask for advice.
Hmmmmm, do I give her wise advice or fun advice?
"Well, have you heard the theory that imagining your audience is naked?" She nodded her head. "Well, that didn't quite work for me, so I experimented. What finally worked was if I went commando. I didn't wear a stitch of clothing under my street clothes. It took my mind off of these people in the room and more on the feeling of my privates rubbing on my clothes." Jenny stifled a laugh. Matt was taking mental notes for if he ever had to make a speech. "Plus, I don't look anyone in the face. I look at the top of their heads."
Katherine's eyes opened wide. "Really?! And that works?!"
I shrugged my shoulders. "It worked for me. Now I'm very comfortable giving public speeches."
Katherine thought about it. "Interesting." She waved the napkin at herself again. "It's too warm in here. I'll be right back."
She nearly fell over when she went to stand. "Do you want some help, Katherine?" Jenny asked, trying not to laugh.
"No no! I'll be fine, thank you."
A few minutes later, Katherine stumbled back to the table. She'd obviously taken off her bra. The girls had more bounce to them. Plus, she had missed a button when she was buttoning up her shirt, so it was crooked and gapped. I had a very nice view to say the least.
"Oh my! What a strange sensation to be out in public without any undergarments on! It's quite liberating," Katherine said entirely too loudly.
Shortly afterwards we were enjoying our dessert when I felt a hand crawling up my thigh. Now it was Katherine who was wearing a wicked grin.
She leaned in close to me and whispered, "I think I need a session to help me alleviate my infatuation with...your cock."
I almost fell out of my chair. "Here? Right now? Are you sure?" I whispered back. She nodded her head. Who was I to argue?
I scooted under the table as far as I could and whipped my little buddy out. He was only standing at half-mast. We weren't ready for this sudden turn of events. The touch of Katherine's warm hand wrapped around and softly stroking my freed beast had him standing tall and proud in no time. The tip was nearly touching the underside of the table.
We tried to carry on with the casual conversation but my body language might have given us a way. Katherine's body language definitely gave us away. At least to Jenny. Matt was completely clueless to the whole thing. Not to mention, I think he was mesmerized by Katherine's half open shirt and gumdrop sized nipples trying to tear through it.
The sound of a metal utensil hitting the floor could be heard.
"Oopsie," Jenny said with a knowing smile. Matt, ever the gentleman, volunteered to flag down a waiter and have them bring a fresh one. "No no, it's fine." She looked me dead in the eye. "I'll get it." With that, she disappeared under the table.
"Does she not know how unsanitary that is?" Matt asked with great concern.
I waved a dismissive hand at him. "Ahh, she'll be f...gah!" I sat bolt upright in my seat.
Suddenly there was a moist heat enveloping my now big man. Katherine continued to stroke the shaft while Jenny sucked on and rolled her tongue around the swollen head.
"You okay, Mark?!" Matt asked, again with great concern.
"Yep. Yep. I'm, uh good."
Katherine quickly realized what was happening. Her competitive spirit began to rise. But, even more so, the alcohol was bringing out a jealous streak she didn't know she had.
Is that slut having oral sex under there?! That slut! I found his incredibly large penis first! It's mine!
She began to formulate a plan.
Yes, that's it! Tonight I'll...huh? "
Oh!" Katherine's eyes flew wide open.
The unexpected touch from a set of long, warm fingers on the inside of her thigh came as quite a surprise. Even more surprising was the speed of which those fingers were suddenly inside of her.
Katherine's stroking of my cock came to a grinding halt but her grip grew tighter with the sudden, unexpected stimulation she was receiving. Jenny choked back a laugh with my cock in her mouth at Katherine's physical reaction to Jenny's intrusion into her wet cunt.
"Katherine?! Are you alright?!" Matt asked in shocked concern.
"Yes. I...I...yes, I'm-m-m...uh huh, yes-s-s-s." Katherine was unable of putting a coherent sentence together.
Katherine finally released her grip on my tool, allowing Jenny to take me all the way down her throat.
My face contorted when Jenny's face landed in my lap. "Oh fu-u-u-u...(cough) (cough)."
Katherine's hands were on the table, palms down, and stiff. She quietly hummed through gritted teeth. Her hips were grinding into Jenny's pumping.
"Jenny sure is taking a long time to find her fork under there," Matt observed. "Jenny, you okay?"
"Mmmmmhmmm! Mmmmhmmm!" she moaned around my pole.
My hands where under the table and on the back of her head. "I...I...I think she's going to find it real so-o-o-o-o-n," I groaned.
"Mmmmhmmm, yes...yes...yes! I...I...I agre-e-e-e! Oh God!" Katherine stammered.
Katherine's body tensed and her eyes closed. Her hands curled into fists. She moaned as quietly as she could through a clenched jaw while she experienced a very public orgasm at the hand of her friend and co-worker under the table.
