The email was cryptic, even for me, but you followed its directions and travel into the City. You're nervous this time, even more than normal. Our last time together had been great, but you keep hearing those words I spoke over and over in your head, "don't you trust me yet..." The fact is you do trust me, and it's for that reason that you allow yourself to try new things, join in adventures you never thought possible or probable, experience the excitement I bring to you, doing things you would never do at home...
The outfit you are wearing for example, you'd never dress like this at home. You left home in jeans and a T-shirt, but before you get to our meeting place you change and dress up in clothes you have bought for the occasion, all the things you know I like to see you in: A short black tight skirt, a cream color cashmere sweater, a pair of white silk stockings held up by a silk garter belt, and a matching set of white cotton thong panties and a sports bra; you put the panties on over top of the garter because you know I like you to leave the stockings on. Your white 4" high heels have an ankle strap that buckle at the side. You feel so naughty dressed like this, but you feel so horny knowing how hot you look you can't help but slip one hand between your bare thighs and stroke yourself through the damp cotton when no one is looking.
You finally get to the hotel I told you to meet me at. You park the car and head inside, feeling every man's eyes upon you, sense the lust you are building with your presence. You find the lounge and walk in, spotting me in a corner booth having a drink. You strut over to the table and give me a big smile. I stand up and pull you close to me, one hand cupping the back of your neck the other grabbing your ass; you feel the skirt ride up at the back and you just know the top of your stockings are probably showing to anyone who would look. Our lips melt together passionately, oblivious to anyone who might be watching; it's so brazen it drives you wild. We sit down and I order you a drink. We banter for a while, and you grin as you watch my eyes roam over your body, the heat sparkling in my eyes.
As we sip our drinks our talk naturally turns to sex, as it always does with us, and I start questioning you about your fantasies. You nervously give into my probing questions and admit you have always fantasized about being with more than one man at the same time. I smile and tell you that's normal, and ask what else. Fortified by my acceptance you reveal that you've always wanted to make love in front of an audience. I grin and jokingly chastise you for being a "naughty girl."
I casually look around the room and draw your attention to a good-looking guy sitting at the bar. He's in his late 20's, short brown hair, good build, dressed casually in a sweater and slacks. "What about him" I ask, "Would he be good as a second lover?" My questions shocks you and you blush, but after some prodding you nod your head and whisper yes. I motion to you and we slide together in the booth, facing outwards (towards the bar incidentally), and for the next few minutes I tell you an erotic little tale about the three of us making love; you feel yourself flush, the heat from your center spreading over your whole body. The tension is unbearable, and you squirm for satisfaction; I bring my hand between your thighs and stroke you through the material. You gasp, and I see the raw passion in your eyes.
When we look back a woman has joined the man. She is also in her 20's, has long brown wavy hair settling around her shoulders. You notice her outfit and how it shows of her athletic body; she is wearing a long tight black sleeveless sheath dress, with a high split up the side exposing her black stockings, a deep scoop neck showing her full breasts, and a pair of black high heels almost identical to yours, but with two straps and buckles. You have to admit to yourself that she's very attractive, a good match for him. They are obviously a couple the ways they act, and I hear you sigh as the fantasy fades. I reach over and draw your face to mine. "Perhaps she would like to watch her boyfriend have you, be the audience you desire…" Although the thought of her seeing you naked is scary, the idea of having her watch you with him (along with my finger's attentions) cause you to be even wetter than before. You moan "yes," lean over and bury your face in my neck, feeling the protection it provides. I hold you tight, and after a few minutes you semi-compose yourself and pull away; the couple is gone, and you can't help but let your thoughts wander to what could have been…
I stand and throw some money on the table to cover the tab and draw you up to your feet. "I need you," I say simply while looking into your eyes. We walk through the lobby and get into the elevator. I press a floor button and step back to look at you again. "What are you wearing underneath?" I ask. You tell me, but I shake my head, smile and say, "No, show me." You blush, but raise your sweater so that the bottom rests on the top of your breasts, then you pull up the skirt around your waist; the evidence of your excitement showing through the front of your panties. I whistle appreciatively, and in an instant I crush your body between the wall and mine, our tongues intertwining, my hands grabbing your wrists and pinning them to the wall on either side of your head. You can feel the hardness between my legs snuggling against your wet panties, and you feel your legs open by instinct. The elevator stops and the doors open, you get nervous as I continue to kiss you, all the while you standing there semi-exposed.
"Excuse me, but is this a private affair?" You hear a man's voice from behind me say. I look over my shoulder, "No, come on in." You can't see anything and struggle to cover up, but between my body against you and my grasp you make no headway. "Can you move so we can get a better look?" This time a woman's voice. I move to one side and you are shocked to see the couple from the lounge standing in the elevator with us. "Don't stop," the woman croons, "we just wanted a decent view." I go back to kissing you as the doors close and we continue up on our journey. You feel so exposed under their gaze, but you notice the man's growing excitement; so does the woman. She turns to him, "You think she's hot sweetie?" The man manages to croak out "yes," and the woman smiles. "I don't mean to interrupt Sir," she leans over to me, "but do you think my boyfriend could have sex with your friend? It's his birthday and I think it would make a nice present; don't you?"