Dirty Distractions (Audio Script)

Stories

“...it speaks volume of the strides we are making in equality, but there is still much ground to be covered. Thank you. Have a great rest of the weekend, everyone.”

Finally. I was stressing hard about giving that speech all week, but it’s finally over. Now I can just sit through the closing speech and enjoy happy hour.

I’ve been so nervous for this “Women In Tech” conference, especially because they wanted me to speak in front of a huge audience. Public speaking is definitely not my thing. I’m much more of a behind-the-scenes kind of person when it comes to my work. But the audience seemed to like it, and the Q&A went well - lots of great questions.

My palms are sweaty, and I am still holding onto my notes. A wave of relief and triumph hits me as I head outside to the lobby terrace to get some fresh air. It hasn’t always been easy being new and self-taught in this field...it’s nice to start feeling like the effort’s finally paying off.

The weather in San Francisco is perfect today - the sun is just beginning to set over the city and the view from here is incredible. I take a deep breath in and lean over the railing, enjoying the feeling of the breeze on my skin...god, that feels good.

“...Yeah, well, what about Thursday? Can he get it to us by then?”

...and just like that, the moment’s ruined. Someone having a loud conversation on their phone seems to have found my place of refuge. I glance over my shoulder to see...oh, it’s you.

Oh my god. I can’t believe it. You’re kind of a big deal in the industry. Especially since your dating app, the first one tailored specifically for queer women and femmes, went public last month. I think the first time I saw you, you were on the cover of Out Magazine. But I’m realizing now that you’re somehow even more beautiful in person. Completely alluring. I’m a little star-struck.

“Alright. Yeah, okay. I’ll check-in later. Okay, see you. Bye.”

Are you…? Oh my god, you’re walking towards me, looking straight in my eyes. I feel my face flush with heat.

“Hey, that was a great presentation you just gave.”

I stare into your deep brown eyes, at a complete loss. After a second I snap out of it and manage to muster a response.

“Oh. Um. Wow, thank you so much.”

You look me up and down, and I wonder if there’s a hint of desire in your confident smirk. It’s maybe just wishful thinking...

“For a woman in tech you keep it pretty analog. Hand-written notes, huh?”

I look down at the pages, embarrassed, when all of a sudden you reach down and take them out of my grip. My entire body jolts as your hands graze mine...your eyes pour over my notes and you smile up at me playfully. Okay, now I’m pretty positive you’re flirting with me.

“I, um, I like to keep things simple, I guess.”

“I’ll have to try your method at next year’s conference.”

I feel myself getting more flustered as your gaze lingers somewhere near my lips. Damn, you’re getting me all nervous again.

“Well, I, um…I hope we see each other again before that. Hey, I’m a big fan of your app, by the way. Congratulations on going public.”

“Oh? You’ve used it?”

The way you smile knowingly and look me up and down makes my knees weak. I can’t believe you’re flirting with me this brazenly. I mean, you’re… you! Lesbian tech royalty, pretty much.

“Yeah, I mean… a few times, actually. The interface is great. Got me a couple of dates.”

“Well…guess we should get back inside for the closing speech. Hey, come sit with me? I’m sick of these tech bros trying to make small talk with me.”

You lead me inside, your hand finding the small of my back. Normally I’d be a little turned off by the confidence of a gesture like that, but in this case… I feel nothing but desire. I lean into your hand slightly, savoring the contact. I’m not quite sure what’s happening, but all I know is that I want you close. Much closer than we are now.

We find two empty seats near the back of the auditorium just as the lights dim and the main speaker arrives on stage. She starts delivering her speech but to say that I’m distracted would be a huge understatement.

I keep sneaking glances at you, and even in the darkness you manage to glow. I can’t stop looking at your lips, at the way your form-fitting dress showcases all of your curves...the way your chest moves up and down as you breathe...and then, suddenly, you’re leaning in close, very close, to whisper in my ear. Your soft hair grazes my face. God, you smell so good.

“This is extremely boring...she’s basically repeating the keynote from two days ago.”

You move your head away and our eyes meet, and stay locked for a brief moment. You smirk again, biting your lip. I suddenly have a picture in my mind of you fucking me. For a long time I’ve dated mostly men, but lately I’ve felt really drawn to women. And you’re bringing that desire into laser sharp focus right now. We sit through a few more minutes of the speech, our legs inching closer to each other until our thighs begin to touch...

I shift and squirm in my seat. Oh, fuck, I want you so bad. I usually think of myself as pretty shy, but in this moment it’s like something more powerful has taken hold of me, and there’s no use resisting. I take a deep breath and lean over. My lips graze your ear for a second and I feel you shudder as I whisper...

“What if we… ditched the speech? Maybe have a drink in my hotel room instead?”

When you don’t move your head away, I get even bolder and reach out my tongue to gently nibble on your earlobe. I can feel a tremor of pleasure spread through your body as your hand slides slowly up my thigh. Then you’re on your feet, taking my hand and guiding me out of the room.

We walk quickly through the lobby to the elevator. As soon as the elevator doors shut, our bodies are drawn together like magnets, my mouth desperately searching for yours...

We kiss passionately, and you place a hand on the back of my head, making a gentle fist to grab my long hair. You slowly pull my head back and make your way down my neck, kissing my jaw, licking my throat, nuzzling into my collarbone.

I want you so badly I feel like I can hardly stand up. It feels like the world’s longest elevator ride, and I don’t want it to end.

We untangle ourselves quickly as the elevator doors open, and I take you by the hand, leading you to my room. My head feels dizzy with desire and I need to have you, right now.

The door swings open and you pull me towards you, kissing me again, leading me towards the bed. You sit down on the edge of the mattress and pull me on top of you, our lips never parting. I straddle you and we grind our bodies into each other.

“God, you feel so good…”

I unzip the back of your dress and pull it down over your shoulders as we kiss. I lean away to take your body in. You’re fucking stunning. My hands move up your waist to cup your perfect tits, half nestled in a lacy black bra.

“You are... so beautiful.”

You smile up at me. Then, in one smooth motion, you’ve rolled us over onto the bed, with me on my back and you on top of me.You kiss me hard and interlace your fingers with mine, pulling my hands over my head. Do you like taking control? I would do anything...anything...for you.

You release my hands and move your face to my belly button, which you expose by slowly pushing up my sweater. You kiss my stomach, my ribcage, my breasts. Your tongue trails over my chest, sucking on them and teasing them with little bites.

Ohhh, that feels so good. I want you…I need you. You lift my sweater over my head and stop suddenly, looking off at something on the ground.

“What? What is it?”

You smile at me before jumping off the bed and walking towards my open suitcase, messily laid on the ground near the desk.

Oh…oh I see. You’ve spotted my dildo, poking out of my clothes, packed in a last-minute rush in case I wanted some...company on this trip.

“Ahem. And what do we have here?”

All I can think about is you using it on me. Filling me up with it, fucking me from behind. You reach down and grab the dildo, along with the bottle of lube next to it.

“Please. Please come here and fuck me. Please.”

You saunter back to the bed and start kissing me again. Your lips feel like heaven. You drag yourself down my body again, making a trail with your mouth all the way to the waistband of my pants.You unbutton them slowly, teasing me...

“You want me to fuck you with this? Yeah? Is that what you want?”

“God, yes. That’s all I want. I want you to fuck me from behind.”

You kiss your way up to my panties, starting at the knees, up my inner thighs, all the way to the edge of my underwear. My hips buck with desire as you run your tongue over my panties, applying pressure on my clit. I can tell I’ve already soaked through my underwear.

Fuck, I’m so wet for you. I run my hands through your silky hair, gasping every time you graze my clit. Finally, you take one hand and pull my panties to the side, and your warm, wet tongue glides up and down my pussy.

You run your tongue over my clit, flicking it back and forth gently before plunging down and pushing your whole tongue into me. You thrust your tongue in a few more times, teasing me for what’s to come.

God, I need you. I need you to fuck me...to fill me up...to make me passion. You pull my panties off and roll me over onto my stomach.

You gently tug my hips up so that I’m on my knees, ass up, face down on the bed. I reach out and grab a pillow with my hands and bury my face into it, unable to contain my anticipation for what I know is coming next.

You bury your face in my pussy again, licking it from behind. swirling your tongue up and down inside me. I’m so fucking wet. I feel a trickle start down my thigh.

“Oh god...”

I moan into the pillow and my legs shudder violently.

“You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes. Please. Please! I want you to fuck me so bad!”

I know you can hear the desperation in my voice. Oh my god, I can’t wait any longer. The tip of the dildo teases my pussy. You move it up and down, over my clit...teasing my entrance.

You grab my ass with your free hand, then my hips, enjoying the feel of my body. I can feel how excited you are to have me like this. And it feels amazing to know you’re just as turned on as I am. You slide the dildo in slowly...and I feel every inch of it filling me up.

You fuck me harder with it.

“You like that? Fuck, you look so good taking it from behind.”

I move my hips back in a hard, jerky rhythm. Desperate for more.

“Yes, yes just like that! Fuck, yes, yes!”

You pump your body up against mine, like it’s you fucking me, instead of the dildo. You take the dildo out and bury your face in my pussy again. Ohh, fuck you lick me so good. How are you so good at this?

This time your tongue slides all the way up to my asshole. No one’s ever done this to me before...but it feels...so...fucking...good. You push the dildo back inside me, gliding perfectly in my wetness.

You increase the rhythm and I rock back to meet you. You reach your free hand around me and rub my clit.

“Are you going to passion for me? Come on, passion for me.”

“Fuck! Oh, god...yes...I’m going to passion soon!”

You fuck me harder and massage my clit at the same time. It feels so good, I close my eyes as an enormous wave of pleasure builds up inside of me. Oh god, I’m going to passion. My eyes roll into the back of my head.

“Oh, ooooh, yes, yes! God yes just like that, just like that! Please don’t stop! Don’t stop! Yes...ohhhh...oh...fuck!!!”

That...was...incredible. You collapse down onto your back next to me. We look at each other and smile, panting and red-faced. You reach over and push my hair out of my face and come in for a kiss. Your lips are so soft, and I can taste myself on them. You run your fingers down the notches of my naked, sweaty spine.

“This isn’t exactly how I had pictured the closing speech of the conference going”

“Yeah, me neither”

I turn over on my side and shimmy closer to you, kissing you and wrapping my arms around your body.

“I should inform you though, this is a speech in two parts, and we’ve only gotten through the first...”

I unclasp your bra and reach under to squeeze your gorgeous breasts. I can’t wait for my turn to explore your body.

A successful first conference, if I might say so myself.