While Sylvester was telling them a story about a different conference, she felt his hand grazing her back. She shivered as he moved it lightly down across her hip, keeping his movements subtle so Lauren couldn’t see his arm behind her. His fingers traced the curve of her bottom, and then back up her spine. He kept telling his story, charming Lauren with his quips and ease, while Karen felt a moist spot form between her legs. It was all she could do. She wish she could push him against the bar and grind her body against his. It was a torture not to be able to fuck him at that instant.
Sylvester looked in her direction and smiled. “Would you ladies excuse me for just a second? I have to make a quick phone call, but I will be back in a minute.”
“No problem, Sylvester,” Karen replied as casually as she could. “We’re not going anywhere.”
Karen caught Lauren, watching Sylvester in silence as he walked away. She knew she was checking him out, that she was interested. Now she just had to play her cards right. She turned to face her and gave her a suggestive smile.
“He is so cute, Karen” Lauren squealed as she polished off her second martini. Two of those, she knew, would be enough to open her mind. “Do you think he likes us?”
“Oh I think he likes us, Lauren,” she smiled at her and winked. “But what are we going to do about it?” She asked, wanting to know what was her mind and know how easy her plan with Sylvester would work.
She watched her eyes narrow a bit and the corners of her mouth turn upwards in a seductive grin. “Well…” Lauren looked up at her and bit her lip nervously. Karen knew Sylvester was watching from the doorway, trying to determine the effect he had on their prey. “Well… we said we were going to have fun tonight, Karen. And Sylvester seems… fun.”
“I agree,” Karen said smiling. “He definitely seems fun. And sexy…”
Lauren’s eyes met hers and she nodded. “Very sexy,” She agreed, looking to Karen to make a decision. Karen reached into her purse, pulled out her key to their hotel room, and placed it on the top of the bar. She leaned in close to Lauren’s ear and whispered softly, “Should we bring the next round of martinis to our room, then?”
She turned to look at her, her face inches from hers, and slowly nodded. “We should.”
Karen wanted so badly to lean in just a little further right then, to feel Lauren’s mouth against hers. She slid her hand on her lap and gave her leg a light squeeze. Lauren’s eyes closed for a second while her fingers played with the hemline of her silk skirt. Lauren moved her hand on top of Karen’s and slowly slid their hands beneath the hem, on her bare thigh. Suddenly Karen heard a man’s voice behind them, clearing his throat.
“I hope I’m not interrupting,” Sylvester smiled. His eyes were fixed on their hands, on the smooth fine skin of Lauren’s leg. She couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his pants growing as he watched. She was so fired up, lightheaded from their drinks and the feel of Lauren’s bare skin, she hardly knew what to do. Lauren smiled at her and then at him, and reached for their room key on the bar.
“Why don’t we have our next round of drinks up in our room?” Lauren suggested. Sylvester smiled at both of them, and slipped his hand around her waist as she slid off her barstool. Without a word, the three of them walked to the elevator, drinks in hand, smiling privately to themselves but for the same reason. Lauren was more than a little tipsy by this point, and slipped her arm through Karen’s as they walked down the hallway to their room. She leaned over, giggled softly, and whispered in her ear, “I can’t believe we’re doing this!” she laughed with her and pulled her close to herself as she fumbled with the lock on thier door. Sylvester looked at the two of them, smiled, and shook his head. “I wonder what you girls could be whispering about…
They opened the door, Lauren and Karen settling on the edge of the bed, laying thier martini glasses on the floor below them. Lauren looked up at Sylvester laughing softly, “I was just telling Karen that she can’t believe we invited you up here… she mean, we don’t usually do things like this.”
Sylvester pulled the desk chair to the edge of the bed and sat down facing them. He smiled easily at Lauren as she nervously sipped her martini, and replied, “well, what is it that you think you’re doing, Lauren?”
She looked at Sylvester’s face first, and then at Karen, trying to decide how to respond to his frank question. Shyly, she looked down and started playing with her hair. “she guess I don’t really know what we’re doing,” she said, with a coy smile on her face.
Sylvester looked at her more intensely, allowing his eyes to move along the curves of her body, down her chest and across her slim little waist, then back to her deep brown eyes. “I think you do know, Lauren.”
He stretched his arm towards her face, and stroked her long blonde hair with his fingers. Lauren’s eyes immediately fell closed and Karen watched as she enjoyed his touch on the back of her neck, fingers grazing her ear. Suddenly his fingertips were moving to her pretty mouth, tracing the thin pink curve of her lips. Her lips parted slightly as he slid his finger between them. She let out a little sigh and gently sucked his finger between her lips. Sylvester fell to his knees at the edge of the bed, his body nestled between her thighs. He continued to play with her mouth, his eyes wandering to karen. He looked voracious all of a sudden, like he could just push karen back against the mattress and fuck her roughly right there.