LitCon 2011 (Closed for GimmeEnvy)

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Wearing jeans and a dark polo I walk into the giant convention center. Thinking to myself "Why'd I spend money on this?" It looks like any other adult/porn convention except everyone has their Literotica forum name pastered on their name badge. It makes me wish I'd been a bit more clever. Oh well, dan_c00000 I shall remain.

Walking around somewhat aimlessly I remeber why I came. I wanted to see if the few girls I've met are as hot in real life as they claim to be online. But so far nothing. I haven't seen one person I recognize. Total disappointment. A bit disappointed I head over to the refreshment stand. Looks like only beer. Damn I need something stronger. "No scotch? Whiskey? Burbon? Damn." Before I can finish complaing though I hear softly "Drinking already?"

Turning I see you. A bit shocked. I had no idea if you were coming. I joked about sharing a hotel room with you and didn't think you'd actually show. "Holy shit, Leila!" I hug you without thinking anything beyond wow she looks damn good in person. Grinning after the short hug breaks up "It's nice to finally meet you...in person." I say with a laugh. Of course I can't help but check you out loving what I see.
 
I grin when you just hug me like we've known each other for years. I don't mind though, I like the feel of a warm embrace and I feel as though we do sort of know each other. We've definitely chatted enough to get us past the acquaintances stage. I step back a little and giggle, finding your statement of surprise to be cute as I adjust my "GimmeEnvy" nametag on the strap of my black tank top. "Nice to meet you too, Dan. Or should I say..." I lean close to you, letting my long dark hair fall over my shoulder as I teasingly read your nametag: "dan_c00000."

I smile sweetly, looking you over as I notice you looking at me. I'm glad I took care to put on something comfortable, since it’s scorching hot outside and almost as humid indoors. Black tank top, jean shorts and wedge sandals plus sunglasses perched on the top of my head, doubling as a headband of sorts since I neglected to bring something to tie my hair back with. I brought several changes of clothes with me for the later activities, however, just in case.

To be honest, I didn't know how long I'd stay at the convention. After looking around for a while, not finding anyone of actual interest to talk to I was going to head out, maybe just come back later and try my luck again. But I spotted you at the bar and I just had to say hello. “I can’t believe we finally meet. This is so surreal,” I say, unable to stop smiling at you.
 
I blush a bit. "It's really nice to meet you too." I just love your look. It's so simple yet sexy. "You're right it is a bit surreal. Like going down the rabbit hole." I say with a grin.

Realizing that I'm sort of starting at you I look away from you quickly before I get a little too embarrassed, or busted checking you out, "I didn't think there'd be so many erotica novel publishers here." I say with a soft laugh. "Though thinking about it makes sense. Most people here are writers first and horny second."

Turning back to you to see how my little joke was received I return you smile. "So it's hot as hell in here...can I buy you a beer, water or something?" As I ask my eyes slowly wander down your body. It's just as curvy and perfect as you described it. I really like that you wore some cute wedge sandals. As you know I have a bit of a wedge/heels/pumps/ballet flats fetish.
 
I just smile when you compliment my outfit, knowing that you’re really way more interested in what’s underneath my clothes, judging by how hard you’re trying not to stare at my body. I can’t blame you though because I’m very curious to see your cock in person. I’m certain the photos you showed me online won’t do it justice.

I give a little laugh and glance down when you make your joke. It’s not that funny, but you’re cute and from all of our chats online, I think I might have a little crush on you. I bit my lip a little as I return my gaze to your face, hoping you don’t guess what I’m thinking.

“I’d love a water with lime,” I reply, feeling my cheeks blush a bit as you check me out again. I can’t help it when I tease you, “See something you like?”
 
I laugh as you clearly know what I'm looking at. "I see a lot of things I like." Giving you one last look over "I'll get you that water now." Heading over to the bar I thank every possible benevolent and malevolent deity I can think of. Returning with your water and lime, having gotten one for myself as well, I hand it to you. "Cheers to making things real." Tipping my cup against your smiling.

Taking a sip of my water looking over the rim of the cup at you. Our eyes catching I smile a bit and ask "So have you found anything you like?" But before you can answer I tease "There was a table about starting your own fantasy series."

I still can't help but stare at you a bit. Wondering what it would be like to get you back to the hotel. If all those things we chatted about would actually. Hell, I'd love to just kiss you; to feel your body pressed against mine as my hands run over every single curve of your body...Snapping back to reality I take another sip of my water.
 
I smile to myself as you get water for us both. I’m glad you’re sweet in person, like you are online. I accept my drink from you and grin when you make your toast. “…to making things real,” I repeat, thinking back to all we’ve done with our online roleplays. I decide I’ll just see what happens, where this event takes us.

I take a sip of my water and glance around, just for the sake of it. I stick my finger into my cup, swirling the lime around with the ice a bit. I casually suck the moisture from my finger when I pull it out of the cup, not wanting to waste the cool water since it’s so hot, not meaning to entice you in that moment.

“Fantasy series?” I ask, tuning back into you when you speak.
 
As you turn into me I catch you with one hand on your hip. Even with your wedges on I'm still quite a few inches taller than you. "Careful there sweetie." I say softly into your ear. My hand doesn't leave your hip.

I'm pretty sure you did all that on purpose. The fingers, the sucking, the falling into me trick all very well done. I try to control my excitment feeling you nearly pressed against me. "I swear I told them not to put any Absolut in it." I tease playfully. My hand still on your hip.

I can smell your hair and perfume as you're just a few inches from me. I fantasize about kissing the back of your neck as I take you from behind..."Are you ok sweetie?" I ask softly my warm breath touching your ear and neck.
 
I look up at you, giving you a cautious smile when I feel your hand on my hip. I probably don't need your assistance staying on my feet, but I don't mind your hand on my body so I don't mention it. "I'm good. Slippery floor tiles," I say, sipping my water.

"Hmm, maybe they didn't listen," I laugh, hearing your joke about the Absolut. I only told you liked vodka once and somehow you managed to remember. You're impressing me. Maybe I'll have a drink or two with you later. "I'm fine, really." I insist, my voice going a little weak as I feel your breath on my ear and neck. You know how I feel about those areas...
 
Reluctantly letting go of your hip "As long you're ok." I again breath softly against the nape of your neck. I smile as you turn around to face me again knowing exactly what I've done. Looking down at the floor "These can be tricky to navigate if you've never done it before." Taking another sip of my water I finally get the nerve to ask you.

"Do you have any plans later? Or if you do maybe we could met up real quick for a drink? I could buy you a real drink. Though I'm sure it'll be just as over-priced but less watered down." Thinking I really have a shot at this and hoping that I brough something decent to wear to the bar. Going through a metal checklist of clothes I brought hoping I've got something that'll impress you.
 
I softly nod my head to confirm that I’m fine. Gently rubbing your arm, I smile and say, “I’m lucky you were here then, huh?” My skin’s still tingling from when you breathed on my neck. I wonder what your lips would feel like pressed to my skin, but I don’t stare because I’m slicker than you are.

A take another sip of my water, listening as you ask about my plans for the evening. I shrug my shoulders, “I didn’t really make any plans…so, if you wanted to do something together that’d be cool with me.” I smile, interested when you mention going for drinks. “I can’t say ‘no’ to drinks, especially not if you’re buying,” I tease, playfully poking your chest with my finger, already speculating on how I might blame the booze if I let you feel me up later.
 
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"What kind of Lit stud would I be if I didn't pay for your booze?" I ask with a sly grin. "I'm staying just across the street. We could meet up around 9 if that's good for you." Wondering if drinks will lead anything exciting. "That's not too far for you right? Where are you staying?" I ask hoping that if you're close by it'll lead to an invite up to your room.

I'm a little surprised at how easy this. Maybe it's because of all the chatting we've done on lit but talking to you is so refreshing. I think it's because we both know what we, ultimately, want...to hump each other's brains out. As I'm thinking all of these my eyes continue to wander over your perfect curves. Hoping that tonight leads someplace enjoyable.
 
I nod softly as you say you’re staying across the street. How convenient. I wonder if you would’ve invited some other Lit girls back to your room if you hadn’t run into me. “Nine is perfect,” I tell you, already planning what I might wear for you, knowing what you like. “I’m about two blocks away. I couldn’t resist the in-room jacuzzi.” I smirk, letting you think about that for a moment. Me. Naked. In a tub. Bubbles. Jets.

“Anything cool like that in your room?” I ask, hinting that I’m interested to see for myself.
 
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Thinking of you bikini clad or totally naked slipping onto the bubble filled jacuzzi. I smile and say "No nothing that exciting. Apparently, they gave all the good rooms to the sexy girls." Moving a little closer to you. "Did you remember to bring your bikini?" I ask with a soft laugh.

My eyes catching yours letting you know that it was a rhetorical question. Still just a few inches from you I give you a soft kiss on your cheek. "I'll see you in a few hours." I give your hips a final squeeze before heading off.

I try not to sprint back to my room but I get there as quickly as possible. Digging through my suit case finding a pair of black pants, a light blue shirt and black blazer I think "This will have to do." I make sure I'm showered and smelling nice. I toss a few condoms into my jacket pocket just incase and head down to the bar.
 
I grin at you, playfully scrunching my nose. “Nope, I forgot my bikini at home…oh well. I’m sure the jacuzzi won’t mind.” I blush when you peck my cheek. Your lips are warm and inviting. I resist the urge to turn my face and kiss you straight on, knowing we won’t last until 9 if I do. “Yeah, later.” I smile, watching you walk off, wandering around the venue for a few minutes more before I head back to my hotel to go through my suitcase.

After giving my own fashion show in front of the hotel bathroom mirror, I settle on a red mini dress and strappy black heels. I smile at my reflection in the mirror, playfully pushing my 36DDs together, loving the way the plunge neckline shows off a good bit of my cleavage. I wonder how long it’ll take you to get hard just from glimpsing the sides of my breasts. I do my hair and makeup, coloring my full lips a deep, sexy red for you. I head to your hotel to meet you, asking the hotel worker behind the desk to buzz your room for me. I wait in the lobby for you to come downstairs.
 
Hanging up the phone I get into the hallway waiting for the elevator. On the short ride down I'm hoping I'm not over dressed. Wondering what you'll be wearing, if my breath smells, are my shoes too tight? Fuck, I don't usually have these kinds of jitters on a date or whatever this is. Thinking back to what you said when we first me, for real. I've e-fucked this girl like three dozen times and I can't relax.

Heading over to the front desk I spot you instantly. You stand out like Goldie in Sin City. A strinking red against a black and white backround. I stare at you awe struck for what feels like a full minute. Snapping back I walk up to you and say "Hello Leila."

Moving close to you I place a hand on your hip, smile and kiss your cheek softly. "Wow." I say with a broad grin "You look amazing." My hand still on your hip I lean a little closer and say "I hope I don't look too much like that wolf in a Tex Avery cartoon right now." Before I lean back to a normal talking distance I can't resist and give your cheek another soft kiss.

My hand still on your hips "Shall we?" I ask turning us towards the bar.
 
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I notice how you just stared when you first laid eyes on me. I smile, satisfied that I look hot. I blush when you kiss my cheek, the warmth of your lips causing a bit of warmth between my legs. I squeeze my thighs together as subtly as possible, selfishly enjoying the sensation without you knowing. I giggle when you kiss my cheek again. “You better stop that, Dan. I’m going to think you’re flirting with me,” I tease.

Walking toward the bar with you, I lean against your side some. I like being close to you, feeling your warmth. I assume you like me being close to you just as much, since your hand’s still on my hip.
 
"Me flirt with you? Mmm I don't know about that one." I say playfully. Looking down into your pretty eyes, of course I can't help but notice your ample DDs, your heels still don't bring you up to my height but you come close. I love the way you feel pressed against me. Your soft, warm skin against mine. It makes me wonder what it could feel like if you had no red dress on.

MY hand still around your hip as we make it to the bar. "Something with vodka right?" I smile down at you. "A martini? Or something else." Wondering if we even need any alcohol at all to get where we're going. As I ask you the question I can feel you press into me a little more and I love the feeling even more. With you this close to me I can smell your perfume and my pulse begins to quicken further.
 
I lightly shove your shoulder when you act as if you're not flirting with me. You're adorable and a bad liar. “You know what I like, Dan,” I say as you bring me to the bar and I set my clutch down on the counter. I lean against you a bit more, thinking I feel you pressed up against my thigh. My mind floods with the images of your amazingly long cock that you’ve sent to me online. I can’t help but wonder if there's some possible way to fit you all the way inside of me…

“A martini is fine.” I smile, catching on to the conversation just on time. If you would’ve said ‘screw the whole thing, let’s go upstairs and fuck,’ I would’ve followed you. But I was going to behave. For now. At least one drink at the bar, then we’d see…
 
Smiling at you letting you press that perfect, curvy ass against me. My dick stiffens almost instantly pressing against your butt. I almost sigh out loud fantasizing about what it would be like to stroke your pussy from behind. My hands on that round, lovely ass.

"..it be, yo? What do you want?" The bartender asks as I come back to reality. "Oh a vodka martini and a Knob Creek on the rocks." A bit embarrased I look down at you and smile and ask "How long was he there?"

The drinks arrive and I give the bartender a nice tip. We face each other as best we can. My hand now moving from your hip to your ass holding you as close as possible. "You know you look incredibly hot tonight." I say with a smiling as I just can't stop thinking about how fucking lucky I am right now and will hopefully wind up getting.
 
I giggle as you clearly weren't paying attention when the bartender came over. When you ask how long he was there, I tease you, "Just long enough for you to fantasize about what I'm wearing under my dress." I playfully lift my hand to caress your cheek. "Understandable."

I take my drink when the bartender serves us. I look at you as you move your hand down to my ass. I like how you're squeezing it so cautiously for now, doing your best to control yourself. I sip my drink and lick my lips when you tell me I look hot. "Do I?" I pick the olive out of my glass and hold it between my fingers as I lick the vodka off of it.
 
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Taking a sip of my burbon as I watch you lick the olive. "You always look hot." I say with a smile remebering all those incredibly sexy pictures you e-mailed to me. My hand now gives your ass a bit more of a squeeze pulling you close to me. I want you to feel how hard I'm getting.

"Plus I already know what you're wearing under the dress." I whisper as I lean into you. My lips press against your ear softly as I describe a barely there bra, lacey thong panties and that's about it. But before I pull back I kiss your ear very softly and whisper "And a soaking wet pussy." As I pull back I take another sip of my drink. "Does that sound right Leila?"
 
I smile as you pull me closer, the nice, firm squeeze you’re giving my ass, starting to turn me on. I feel the stiffness in your pants pressing up against me and I’m exhilarated. You’re clearly turned on by me and I love it. My eyes flutter closed as your lips press against my ear. Those warm lips of yours are quickly becoming my weakness…

I giggle softly as you describe almost accurately what’s underneath my dress. I grin and sip my martini, glancing at you from the corner of my eyes. “Almost…it’s not quite soaking wet…yet.”
 
Setting my glass down I lean forward again and kiss your neck just below your ear softly. "Maybe I can help then." It may seem lame, trying to makeout with you at some hotel bar, but I have to. I can't resist not having my lips away from your body any longer. As discretely as I can I plant soft, wet kisses from your neck down to your dresses plunging neckline. When I reach your dress I look up at you.

Smiling up at you; it feels like we've done this before. It feels almost, natural. "I don't suppose you brought anything to wear in that jacuzzi, Leila." My hand now really squeezing your ass. I desperately want to see what that perfect ass looks like up close and personal.
 
I quietly sip my drink, glancing over at the bartender as you lean in and kiss me. My skin warms instantly everywhere your mouth touches it. The bartender looks over at us as you reach the neckline of my dress. My panties moisten as I realize that the bartender's smirking, anticipating what we're going to do once we leave our seats and head elsewhere on our own.

I sigh softly as you give my ass a firm, attention-grabbing squeeze. I turn my eyes to yours and grin coyly. "No, I guess I could always just wear my undies in there...if I wear anything at all. It depends," I tease, letting you wonder what it depends on.
 
Watching your every move as you sip your drink. My hands now litreally all over your ass. "Well I wouldn't mind getting a good look at your undies." I say with a smirk. My eyes wandering all over your body now no longer trying to hid it. "I don't suppose you're done with your drink?" I ask despite both of ours being half-full.

Before you can answer I lean into you again. "I did bring condoms. Just in case." Leaning back I'm not even blushing I want you to know exactly what I'm planning when I get you alone shortly.
 
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