Decompress

You sit, motionless but for your still elevated breathing and racing mind, in the driver seat of the motionless rental car. Absentmindedly, you check the time on your phone: 7:22. Less than half an hour since I got here, you think, but somehow that seems like ages ago. Wiping sweat from your forehead, you wait until your breathing is normal and your hands have stopped shaking before starting the car. The voice of a DJ on the radio snaps you out of your reverie, and you check your phone again: 7:33. Still the whole day ahead of me. Still the rest of my life ahead of me. But how to spend it? You reel at the enormity of the question. Time enough to consider that later. Let's start with today, and right now. What do I want to do?

The first thing that pops into your head is telling Kate what just happened. The second is that you are in no mental state for a sales pitch, so you should cancel that. The third is guilt that you thought of both of those things before thinking of Rachel. Rachel. What the fuck am I going to tell to Rachel?

Nothing. The response to your line of thinking comes out of nowhere, a shout from deeper in your brain. I suppose nothing good can come of it, and quite a lot of bad could. Best just to ignore it ... right?

Best or not, that's exactly what you're going to do. Shoving the concern to the side, you open up the chat room on your phone, and a rush of emotion that is a mix of excitement and anticipation and eagerness drowns out the guilt and trepidation.

s: it happened

You pause. It wasn't a passive act, now, was it?

s: or, more accurately, I did it.
s: more accurately still, I did her.

Thinking about the photos, you switch to the #show channel and post them. Maria, standing wearing a shirt and no pants, looking at you quizzically. Maria, standing, the full naked length of her body visible, smiling mischeviously. Maria, just her head and breasts visible, the tip of your cock protruding from between them, first looking at the camera, then looking down at your cock. And finally, Maria, her breasts no longer pressed together, your cock resting on her chest, your cum lacing her cheek and pooled at her neck, wearing only a fake smile.

A thought occurs to you. Back to #tell.

s: i have an erection to report
s: or maybe it's three erections, not sure how the math works out on that
s: i got hard while making out with Maria
s: then went something less than fully hard while I went down on her
s: then got hard again when she stripped for me
s: then ... stayed hard after i came on her

You close the app and spend a long moment thinking back to visual of Maria's breasts undulating as you fucked her. Sighing, you reach into your bag for the contact information to cancel your sales pitch for today, only to realize that you left it in the hotel room. Time to return there, then.

Once back, you call and cancel your pitch, apologizing profusely and promising to make good on the appointment which both you and the person on the other end of the receiver is likely never to happen. It was a poor prospect anyway.

It's not even 8 o'clock yet - you have hours before you need to check out of the hotel, and hours after that before your flight. Time to run again, to let the pain of the exercise unlock honest thought. You change out of your clothes, almost surprised as you realize you still are wearing the condom, then put on your exercise gear, grab your water bottle, and head down to the exercise room.

You have 7 XP, -1 Hard, +3 Hot, +1 Cool, -1 Control, Cunnilingus and Old Habits Die Hard (1). Desire levels: Kate +0, Rachel -1, Maria +0.

Now is a good time to decide how the XP is spent, as well as determine Sean's mindset for the coming days.