No, get out of there

Emma looked at the time. She had seen enough, drunk enough, and heard enough for tonight. "I should get some sleep," she said.

She stood up, and Liam stood up too. She stepped in and gave him a hug. He felt solid but she was mostly just ready to crash.

"Goodnight," she said, pulling away.

"Goodnight Emma, I'll see you at the ceremony tomorrow yeah?" he replied.

She nodded, yawning, then walked back to her hotel room and sat on the edge of the bed. She pulled out her phone and opened her messages with Tom. She decided to message him. Hey. Do you think you'd ever quit your job and go work for yourself?

A minute later, he replied: Fuck yeah. I'd quit tomorrow and start my own thing. Just waiting for the right time.

Emma stared at the screen and rolled her eyes. He was all talk. He would never actually do it. He was too scared of losing his steady paycheck and wouldn't be brave enough to take a real risk.

Putting the phone away, she realized she was feeling very restless. The ****, the late night, and the frustrating text had left her with a heavy, general ache between her legs. She was just really horny and needed to get off.

She kicked off her shoes and stripped off her clothes, tossing her panties aside. Her pussy was already wet. She lay back on the bed, spread her legs, and slid her hand down to her crotch. She started rubbing her clit in slow circles, letting out a soft breath as the physical pleasure hit her.

At first, she just focused on the friction. But as she pumped her fingers and rubbed her swollen clit, her mind started to wander. She thought about her boyfriend, Tom sitting at home, wishing he were here to help her. Then, her thoughts shifted to Liam.

She pictured him working, his toolbelt, his boots, a white tshirt getting slick with sweat. She thought about his pure drive and ambition. She pictured the photos of the house he was renovating, thinking about his capability and the strong provider energy he gave off. He was a man who actually took action and built things.

The thought of Liam's compete made her pussy clench tightly around her fingers. She imagined what it would be like to be with a man who took charge.

She rubbed her clit faster, her breathing getting heavier. The fantasy of Liam's strong, capable hands and his confident attitude pushed her right over the edge. Her hips bucked up against her hand as her pussy spasmed, and she came hard, riding out the intense orgasm while her mind stayed fixed on her ex-boyfriend.