This is the second part of a Chat Room Hookup that takes place the following day.
The morning after my hookup with Paul I felt a little guilty for what I did but it was also kind of exhilarating. I couldn't believe I acted upon a fantasy and I justified it in my mind as a once in a lifetime action so the guilt wasn't necessary. It would never happen again. However, in the back of my mind, I wondered if Paul would try to contact me again and further wondered what I might do if he did. I wasn't sure I could do it again or even if I wanted to. I think I was a little scared because I enjoyed it so much. It was so out of character for me so I decided I wouldn't contact him that's for sure.
While I was getting ready for the conference sessions for that day, my mind kept wandering back to the events of the previous night. I was never the submissive type before but somehow letting someone else take control relieved me of the responsibilities for last night; I was "ordered" to do these things even though we had acted them out in the chat rooms several times before. It also allowed me to totally "let go" in a way I never had before, so by giving control to Paul, it also allowed me to fully live out my fantasies too. In my mind and our game, "No" wasn't an option.Doing something out of the ordinary is also energizing. Our daily lives are predetermined by routine; getting up, showering, going to work and all the bullshit that comes with it; coming home having dinner, watch a little TV, go to bed and repeat. Last night shattered the routine. It was also nice to explore my feminine side too. Dressing up in lace and stockings while turning someone else on was so exciting.
During the conference I couldn't help thinking about the feeling of having a hard dick in my mouth again; savoring the taste of another man's meat; the sounds of me giving him a wet, sloppy blowjob; the excitement when I felt his cock pulsate and him lunging forward; the taste of his semen; looking up at him after he finished cumming in my mouth knowing he was pleased with my blow job; wearing lingerie while opening the door for room service with cum on my face; being spanked before getting a good ass fucking while people from across the street watched us; the first feeling of pain/pleasure in my ass; hearing him grunting as he fucked me; the sound of his skin and balls slapping against my ass. Then I thought of the end of our adventure feeling so excited that I totally submitted myself to another man; letting him dress me up in lingerie, obeying his every order and satisfying his sexual needs. I felt my cock getting hard continuously during the day as my thoughts drifted to the night before. As the day wore on I was kind of insulted that Paul hadn't at least sent me a text thanking me for being such a willing partner. Heck, I let him treat me like a total slut. I started to feel used and ashamed of my actions. I vowed never to repeat them again...ever.
Then about 3 o'clock I received a text from Paul. "Same bar; same time?"
My heart skipped a beat and I felt flustered. I couldn't pay attention to the conference session I was in. What should I do? Should I even respond? Does he want to do it again? Do I want to do it again?
Despite my confusion, I returned the text. "Sure, I'll meet you there." There's no harm in having a drink with him was the thinking I used to justify meeting Paul again.
I was even more nervous than the previous day. Could I even face Paul again? We were both a little drunk last night and I was sober now. I could barely admit to myself what I had done but to see Paul again would highlight the events of the previous night. I gathered up my courage and walked into the bar. I looked around and saw Paul sitting at a booth with another man. He was about our age but looked a little heavier, not fit like Paul. He definitely had the "dad body" kids joke about. When Paul saw me he waved me over to the booth. I wondered what was going on. I was a little disappointed that there was someone else there. Maybe this was just a friendly happy hour to just shoot the shit like friends. I hope he didn't disclose our little secret to anyone.
Paul introduced me to his co-worker Don who wanted to grab a couple of beers with us. Just like the night before, we made small talk as we drank and had a light meal. Part of me wanted to have another night with Paul but I figured maybe it was better this way. It was a one time fling for both of us and we could just be friends or drinking buddies. After a few beers, I could see Paul and Don trying to give each other silent signals. Then Don left to go to the bathroom leaving me alone with Paul. I was a little suspicious.
It was then that Paul stunned me when he said, "Uh Jay, I kind of told Don what happened last night. I hope you aren't mad." He then waited for my reaction.
"You did what? Are you serious? I can't believe you did that. I don't know what to say." I was a little pissed and he could tell.
"It's alright Jay, Don is cool with it. He won't tell anyone. I just remembered how much you enjoyed being watched last night and I thought it might be fun to do it again with someone right there in the room with us. He doesn't want to do anything with you Jay. He just wants to watch."
Paul started to rub my leg under the table and feeling him touch me like that again electrified me. He looked deep into my eyes again with a firm look. I was mesmerized. It was almost as if I couldn't have said no even if I wanted to. I thought about it for a minute.
"Come on Jay, it will be fun. We both had a great time last night. This will just add a little spice to the excitement. Come on buddy. Let's try it and if you don't like it, we'll just ask him to leave. Ok?"
Paul had some sort of power over me. I felt almost hypnotized and couldn't believe myself when I responded, "um, I, I guess we could try it but I'm not sucking his dick or fucking him."
"That's fine Jay. He is just going to watch; nothing else. I promise"
Just then Don returned from the restroom. Paul looked at him with a huge grin and nodded. His friend returned the grin. We talked as we finished our beers. Paul was telling Don how nice I looked in the lingerie with my long legs and tight ass. He told him what a great cocksucker I was and how my blow job was so enthusiastic. I was blushing and could barely look at them. Paul went on to tell Don how tight my ass was and how it was like fucking a virgin again. I was embarrassed but getting turned on at the same time. I was proud of my sexual prowess. Paul was sharing intimate details of our secret night but I figured he had already told Don the gory details earlier in the day anyway.
When we finished our drinks Paul started to get up and said, "shall we?"
We all got up and started to walk towards the hotel. It felt like one of the longest walks of my life. I felt like turning around and running away at times. I also felt tremendously turned on at the thought of someone witnessing my slutty actions in person. I did enjoy being on display for the room service waiter and I enjoyed performing for our anonymous audience that watched through the window. This was taking it to another level though. My heart was beating double time as we entered the room. This one was bigger and more luxurious than the night before. Maybe Paul felt like this was more of a sure thing and decided to spend a little more money. The guys took off their suit coats and ties and sat down next to me at the bar. Paul got us more beers and some shots of tequila. I know I told Paul that shots go right to my head so I figured he knew I was more nervous than the night before and was trying to help loosen me up a bit. I sure needed it too. After about 30 minutes and a couple of more shots, I was totally relaxed and a bit drunk. Paul then took a package from underneath the bar and handed it to me.
