The bride-to-be put the bottle of vodka down on the counter. She turned and said "Let's play a game. Where was the strangest place you've had an orgasm? Michelle, you go first."
"Well... I guess. It was in college - Tina, you remember Wesley, right? Well, we were in the college library, in one of those study rooms. We were studying, and I was running my foot up and down his leg, and he set his books down, and stood up, took his jacket and covered the window, and then pushed the chairs out of the way, stood me up, and pulled my panties down, and then bent me over the table and fucked me right there. It was so hot, and I came so hard! After that, we left the room, and there were a ton of people staring at us as we walked out. I still think about it a lot. Who's next?"
"I'll go," said Carrie. "It's pretty boring, anyway. I had sex in the back of a car."
"That's not a bad way, though," someone replied.
"Me too - My strangest place was a car."
"Truck bed, here."
"I had sex against a Porsche, once. It wasn't even in it. I had just broken up with my boyfriend, and the girls took me out, I got pretty drunk, and started grinding up against this hot guy. He suggested we go outside, so I did, and we started making out, and he started feeling me up - I did my fair share, too. He was bigger than my ex! I could feel it with his pants on! He slipped his hand up my skirt, I undid his pants - next thing you know, we were banging against the back of a car. We both came, and my friends came looking for me afterwards, as I was sitting on the curb, talking to him. We ended up dating for two years!"
"But wait, why was it memorable that it was a Porsche?"
"Oh! I lost a bracelet that night, and I went looking for it the next day. It was behind the Porsche."
"How do you know that you had sex there, though?"
"It was spring, with all of the pollen on the cars. I saw the outline on the car, where something person-sized cleaned off the pollen. Also, when I get fucked from behind like that, my hands stretch out, left hand by my head, right hand out to support me. The pollen matched."
"Well, that's a girl who knows what she likes."
"No kidding."
"Anyone else?"
"I had sex with my boss in a conference room."
"Ooh, do tell!"
"I was interning, and my boss was four years older than me. We were working late, and I went to go get some food, and we started talking, then flirting, and one thing led to another. Next thing I know, we're making out, with me sitting on his desk, and then the cleaning lady walked in! He took me into one of the conference rooms, the really nice one that looked out over the city. All the blinds were closed, and the door was locked, and he took all of my clothes off, kissing me all over. We started having sex on the table, but then he pulled me up, led me to the window, pushed me up against it, and slipped himself in. The glass was so cold against my boobs and cheek, and he was tall, so I was on my tiptoes. I remember coming really hard, which made him come. The next morning, we had a meeting in that room, and when the sun hit the window again, I could still see the imprints from my boobs against the window. I blushed, and my boss saw, and stealthily made the 'shh' motion. No one noticed."
"And that was it? You only slept with him once?"
"No, I gave more blowjobs in the stairwell there that summer than I had my entire life. Of course, it wasn't all blowjobs. That was a fun summer."
A small quiet ran over the crowd gathered in the hotel room, half trapped in their memories. The other half started glancing over at one woman.
Truth be told, they were slightly jealous of her - not of her escapades, per se, but of her boldness, her willingness to try new things, and the peace of which she found herself in while doing so.
She noticed that attention was growing on her. A small smile slipped across her face.
"Who's familiar with the Williamson Steakhouse on 5th?"
She was responded with nods, murmurs.
"That's where I had my strongest, most public orgasm."
"In the restaurant?"
"Yes, in the restaurant."
"After hours? Were you a waitress there?"
"No, a customer. The dining room was full, and probably no one even knew about it."
"How? That dining room is pretty crowded." "I was in the side booth, you know the ones that are domed and dark."
"How does that happen? The orgasm, I mean. Did he finger you? A vibrator? I wouldn't be surprised at that."
She chuckled, knowing that it wasn't out of her bag of tricks, but they didn't hear a third of her stories. Tonight would be a change.
"So, we're going to have to go back a good bit of time to set this up."
"I was at the club - you know, the member's only one - one night. He was there, giving a presentation on blindfold play. He was sweaty, exhausted, and hot. His friend was, too, and was blindfolded with a red and black corset on.
She was tied to a piece of furniture, hands by her head, and she was on her knees, which were bound to plush, satin covered benches. She was naked from the waist down, and there was a gap below her between the benches.
The sexual energy between them was palpable. When he would move, she would track him by his voice, waiting for the next step in the presentation. He had a wall of toys, dusters, and tools, and used them on his friend, demonstrating the squirms and squeals that each had before telling everyone what it was and what he had learned while using it.
The entire time, though, she had never orgasmed herself. She came close, many times, but he never let her.
He concluded his performance, and got a fair amount of applause from the crowd. A few came up and talked to him, or investigated his tools while I waited behind.
When it was finally my time, I was so nervous! I introduced myself, and he introduced himself properly. As we chatted, he almost absentmindedly ran his finger against her pussy, looked at it, touched the tip of his tongue to it to taste it, then placed it in her mouth. She sucked it clean.
He excused himself for a moment, but promised he'd be back shortly to continue talking to me. He walked over to a friend, almost as good looking as him, and brought him back, but untied his lady, leading her to another room. I could see a table in there, and after a short discussion, his male friend came out and brought a few more men into the room. My new companion bent over to talk to his lady friend, and seemed to come to an agreement. He left the room, and the remaining men started to take their clothes off. His lady friend, now free, started to feel around, and quickly found plenty of entertainment. Her moans over the next hour made me dripping wet.
My new friend, Henry, came back over. As we talked, I knew that he was interested in me, as I was with him. "My old quest is not going to be able to continue playing with me for much longer. Unfortunately, this is one of our last playdates."
I looked over, and she was certainly enjoying herself - moaning while cocks filled her hands, mouth, and pussy.
"Really?" I croaked out. It seemed that what he had just said drained all of the moisture from my body and sent it to my own pussy.
"Yes, and so I need someone new to play with. You wouldn't be interested, would you?"
My heart skipped a beat, my face flushed. I felt like a school girl.
"Really? Yes, I'd like to try."
"Great."
He handed me a card from his back pocket, which only had an address and a four digit code.
"How are your Tuesdays?"
"Open, now." I replied.
"Good. I'll see you Tuesday, then."
