I want you to imagine we're in Montreal again. The same wonderful hotel. The same beautiful room. We've enjoyed another absolutely fabulous meal at an amazing little restaurant and upon our return; we decide to have a little drink at the hotel lounge.
The place is busy, but not exactly packed by any means. The lights are low with candles flickering everywhere. Music fills the room with sensual & seductive rhythms. All the patrons are dressed up in their Saturday night best sipping fancy cocktails & champagne.
We are directed to a small table for two just off the edge of the full seated bar. People are laughing & giggling & having a very good time on this particular Saturday night. A group of women over here - Two couples over there - A few guys gathered down the way. Many little groups of people enjoying the ambiance, the vibe, the music, the drinks. Laughter. Smiling. Moving about. Everyone enjoying a perfect evening in Old Montreal.
We are seated at our table enjoying a little cocktail as we soak in the relaxing mood & revel in our wonderful dinner & weekend thus far. Its been wonderful together and we both can see in each others eyes that we cannot wait to go back up to our room. The lounge begins to bustle with activity around us yet we are oblivious as we delve deeper and deeper into each other and what the rest of the night will bring. Looking into each other's eyes. Imagining each other's lips. Thinking of each other's bodies. Our minds absolutely lost in the thought of being together upstairs very, very, very soon.
We both know that look in each other's eyes. We both feel it growing deep inside ourselves. We motion for the waiter to bring us our bill, as we cannot wait any longer. A few minutes feels like an eternity as we wait for our bill. Our waiter approaches and instead of presenting us with our bill, he places two more drinks in front of us. "One French martini for the young lady, one mojito for the gentleman. Courtesy of those people seated at the bar."
We both turn our heads to see two young men and one woman at the end of the bar looking at us as their drinks are offered to us. The two men looking cool, calm & collected while the woman beams a seductive smile our way. We're at a collective loss as neither of us had noticed them or anyone else for that matter at the bar before. We both raise our glasses & offer a faux "cheers" thanking them for their offering. The woman slowly & seductively gets up from her stool & makes her way over to our table. Her tall, slender, leggy frame glides across the floor as she approaches our table.
"You two weren't about to leave yet were you?" she says with a noticeable French accent. "My friends & I have been watching you all evening. You two are very much in love with each other aren't you? We can tell! In fact, everybody can tell! It's very sweet! You're here on holidays I presume? Is it a special occasion?"
Still in slight amazement & confusion as to what is happening, I answer; "Just a little weekend away in this beautiful city. No real special occasion per say. Just a nice weekend of good food, good fun, rest & relaxation for us together."
"Ah! That's what we thought!" Says the mysterious blond as she begins to introduce herself. "I am Chantal. And you are?" We both introduce ourselves as she moves a little closer to my side of the table putting her hand on my shoulder.
"She is very beautiful your girlfriend isn't she? You are a very lucky man!" the blond says as I nod in agreement. "And Marc is a very handsome man I must say isn't he Sabrina? You two are a very attractive couple!" yourself nodding approval still in amazement & slight shock as to these going-ons.
"Well I will say that my friends & I have been watching you all evening & I couldn't let you leave without meeting & talking to you first & perhaps sharing a little drink? May I join you?" Barely able to get out the words I say; "Well we were just about to head up to our room but I guess we can stay to enjoy the drinks you've bought. Sure. Why don't you & your friends join us?"
Chantal motions her two male friends over to our table as she pulls a spare stool up between us & moves it close to my side. Her two male friends come up from behind you and stand at either shoulder just slightly behind your peripheral view.
"This is Jean and this is Francois. This is Marc & Sabrina guys. They are here on a little weekend getaway in Old Montreal." says Chantal. The two men say nothing and before I can properly introduce myself Chantal interrupts; "I'm sorry, their English is not too good."
Chantal moves her stool even closer to me as her hand slides unnoticed under the table onto my thigh. The two young men move closer to you as one places his hand on your back while the other leans his hip into you ever so gently & casually. Yet there is nothing casual about Chantal's movements as she begins to get closer & closer to me all the while her hand kneading into & caressing my upper & inner thigh.
The experienced & seductive blond carries & directs the conversation as the young men's touches & movements become more & more overt. Brushing aside your hair. Lightly touching the back of your neck. Their hands running firmly down the length of your back. Yet neither one of us is objecting at what is occurring. Perhaps the lighting. Maybe the music. Could be the cocktails. Most definitely the whole mood & eroticism of the environment. Whatever it is, both of us seem to be okay with what is unfolding.
I'm enjoying watching the two young men fondle my Sabrina. Their hands all over my girl. Jean & Francois touching & caressing my gal. It's alluring. Its erotic. It's sensual. Chantal can tell I'm enjoying it as she begins to rub my erection from outside my dress pants. The men begin to rub your shoulders & neck every now & then lightly, almost accidentally brushing the outer edge of your breasts. Little by little, ever so subtly, their hands run all over your body. Touching your back. Your neck. Your shoulders. Your hips. Your thighs. Your behind. I continue to watch the men handle you seductively as Chantal whispers in my ear telling me what she & her friends would like to do next. She undoes my zipper & pulls my hard cock from my pants, she locks her eyes upon you almost lovingly as she begins to roughly jerk & pump my raging erection.
We're both almost lost in the moment. In the situation. Already giving into it. Letting go our inhibitions. It's almost surreal. What is going on exactly? What is happening here? Neither of us exactly knows but we're enveloped in it. We're being swept up in the sensuality of it. The taboo. The risquΓ©.
As Chantal continues to play & manipulate my hard cock under the table in full view of the entire bar, she announces that we're going to take this upstairs for the remainder of the evening. She says she's already taken care of our bill & has ordered cocktails to be delivered to our room. "How do you know what room is ours?" I ask with a little hesitation in my voice. "Oh I've had my eyes on you two all weekend! I'm a resourceful woman! I have my ways you know!"
The two young men guide you up from your chair and begin to walk you towards the door connecting to the lobby. Chantal returns my hard cock into my trousers and carefully does up my zipper once again. With the two men on each side of you a few steps ahead, Chantal hooks her arm underneath mine as we make our way through the lobby towards the elevator.
We get into the elevator with Chantal depressing the button for the third floor. The two men are now kissing at your neck & shoulders while the blond woman rubs her hand on the outside of my crotch. We exit the elevator and make our way to the room. Chantal & I enter first with you & your two young suitors following close behind.
Chantal walks me to the end of the room. She maneuvers a chair with its back to the window, facing outward to the length of the room and the guides me into its comforts saying softly but authoritatively; "You sit here Marc!"