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Giving Him What He Wanted

Giving Him What He Wanted

by jay273
8 min read
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Amy sighed as she boarded the plane, the hum of the engines already lulling her into a sense of exhaustion. Atlanta wasn't a long flight, but she was tired. The annual conference loomed ahead--another year of presentations, small talk, and forced smiles. She nodded at her coworkers as they settled into their seats, a mix of familiar faces and strangers. Brad was there, his easy smile catching her eye as she passed his row. She'd always liked Brad. He was in his late thirties and married, had a quick wit, a sharp mind, and a way of making her laugh even on the dreariest days at the office. She called him often for work-related questions, but this was the first time they'd both been at the same conference.

The flight passed in a blur, and before she knew it, she was checking into the hotel. Amy tossed her bag onto the bed in her room, the exhaustion settling into her bones. She pulled out her phone and called Eric.

"Hey, I'm here," she said, her voice flat.

"Good. Have some fun," he replied, his tone light, almost teasing.

Amy rolled her eyes. "I'm here for work, Eric."

They chatted briefly before hanging up, and Amy headed downstairs for a bite to eat and a glass of wine. The bar was warm and inviting, the murmur of conversations filling the space. She spotted her coworkers at a table and waved as they gestured for her to join them. Brad was there, his grin widening as she sat down.

"Long day ain't it" he said, sliding a glass of wine toward her.

"Travel days are the worst"she quipped, taking a sip.

The conversation flowed easily, the wine loosening everyone's tongues. But as the night wore on, they all agreed to call it a night--tomorrow was going to be a long day. Amy returned to her room, the weight of the day pressing down on her. She unpacked her suitcase, folding her clothes neatly. That's when she saw it.

Her sheer black babydoll with matching panties.

Amy froze, her fingers brushing against the delicate fabric. She knew she hadn't packed this.

"What the hell," she muttered under her breath, her anger rising. That's what he meant by 'have some fun.'

Eric had always had a... certain fantasy. He'd talked about it many times, sometimes outright asking her to flirt with other men when she was away, or perhaps maybe a little more then flirt. She'd played along occasionally, but more often than not, she shut him down. Tonight, though, she wasn't in the mood. She decided not to call him back, she'll talk to him tomorrow.

The morning came too quickly. Amy groaned as her alarm blared, dragging herself out of bed. She spotted the babydoll again, now lying crumpled on the chair. A mischievous thought crept into her mind. She grabbed her phone, snapped a picture, and sent it to Eric.

Why is this here? she texted.

Almost immediately, he replied. Well, you know, babe. Have some fun.

Amys lips tightened. Are sure you really want that, because if you are..?

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Erics response was instantaneous. What does that mean?

She didn't answer. He texted again, and again, but she ignored him. Let him stew on it she thought.

The conference day was a slog. Endless presentations, droning speakers, and stiff small talk. Brad was her saving grace. He sat beside her much of the day, cracking jokes under his breath and making the day bearable. By the time the sessions wrapped up, everybody was ready for dinner and some drinks.

The group agreed to meet for dinner at 6:30, giving everyone time to freshen up. Amy returned to her room, the babydoll still taunting her from the chair. A thought--dangerous, thrilling--went through her mind.

What if I teach him a little lesson?

Without thinking, she took off her clothes and slipped into the babydoll, the fabric clinging to her skin. She looked at herself in the mirror "not bad for 51"she said to herself. She took a quick picture and sent it to Eric.

Are you sure you want someone else to see me in this?

He reply came in seconds. Yes.

Amys heart pounded. You better be really sure. Because if I decide to wear this for someone, I'm going all the way. This isn't a game or one your fantasies you'd better think long and hard about your answer.

Eric read the text a shot of adrenaline raced through him, he hesitated he kept looking at his phone wanting to text her back but with all the thoughts racing through his head.... "Got him!" Amy giggled as she set her phone down, no sooner she heard a text come in it was from Eric with a one word answer...yes.

Amy stared at the screen, her pulse quickening, she too sent one word..Okay.

She headed downstairs, her mind racing. Dinner was a blur of laughs and dirty martinis. She caught Brad's eye more than once, her thoughts spiraling. By the time the meal ended, she knew what she wanted.

"Brad," she said as the group started to disperse, "could you come to my room for a minute? I'm having trouble with the thermostat."

If Brad thought it was odd, he didn't show it. He followed her up, his presence comforting yet electric. They stepped into her room, and Brad fiddled with the thermostat.

"Seems fine to me," he said, turning to her.

Amy sat on the bed. "Well thanks for checking it out for me it just seemed warm in here last night and I couldn't get cool, anyway how about a quick glass of wine for your trouble, I have a bottle in the mini fridge."

Brad agreed and poured the wine, they talked for awhile and Brad made her laugh a few times, she always found humor very attractive in a man, while they were talking Brad noticed the black panties and babydoll on the chair, and Amy caught him looking.

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"Oh," she said, her voice casual, "I'm sorry I forgot I left those out."

Brad smirked. "Oh no that's ok, they huh.. look very..nice."

Amy leaned in, her voice low. "Would you like to see it?"

Brad's eyes widened. He stood, walking over to the chair to pick it up, but she stopped him.

"No," she said whispered, her heart pounding out of her chest. "Would you like to see me in it?"

Brad swallowed hard. " I would."

Amy grabbed the babydoll leaving the panties, but also grabbed her phone, retreating to the bathroom. Her fingers trembled as she sent Eric one last picture of herself in the babydoll,"Last chance" she texted to him. There was no answer. When she stepped out, Brad was waiting, his eyes raking over her.

She looked incredible.

Brad crossed the room in a heartbeat, his hands cupping her face as he kissed her. His lips moved to her neck, his hands sliding down to her hips. He laid her on the bed, his movements deliberate, his need palpable.

Amys breath caught as Brad positioned himself between her legs, he slowly moved his fingers along her thigh's giving her an instant rush, he went down between her legs and gently licked her clit Amy arched her back wanting more, Brad savored every bit of her pussy. He started kissing his way up her body stopping at her breasts, then up to her neck, then a deep kiss she could taste herself on his mouth, she felt his cock pressing against her entrance. He teased her, the tip sliding against her wetness..

"Brad," she whispered, her voice trembling.

He thrust into her in one motion, the sensation overwhelming. He fucked her with a rhythm that left her breathless, her nails digging into his back. She came once, then twice, her body arching against his.

"I need you to come," she breathed into his ear.

Brad obliged, his pace quickening. Amys eyes widened when she realized he wasn't wearing a condom and he wasn't going to pull out. She felt his cock swelling, then she felt the warmth of his cum firing off inside her, Eric had been the only man to cum inside her and this sensation triggered another orgasm, her body shuddering beneath him.

They lay there for a moment, their breathing ragged. Brad finally pulled away, a smirk playing on his lips.

"I should get back to my room," he said, Amy agreed saying they both had another long day tomorrow. He kissed her one last time and said "breakfast tomorrow?" Amy shook her head yes with an smile and locked the door behind him. She took off the babydoll tossed on the bed and took a shower, she put on some sweatpants and a tee shirt poured one more glass of wine trying to come to grips with what just happened.

Amy stared at the mess on the bed--the wrinkled babydoll, the wet stain on the sheets. She snapped a picture and sent it to Eric, her fingers trembling.

Erics response was immediate, but she didn't read it. She turned off her phone, she had given him what he wanted.

She'll call him in the morning.

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