A Night abroad
We had been driving for what seemed like an eternity, one monotonous mile leading to the next. Afternoon turned to evening, evening to dusk, dusk to night...and yet we trudged on. Finally, when we could take it no longer, we decided to find a hotel. Nothing fancy, just a place where we could lay down and catch forty winks before loading back up and resuming our sojourn home.
After coming upon just such a place, I decided to pull under the awning and let you out to go secure our lodgings for the night. While you were inside, I began surveying the parking lot for a place to park. I eventually found a spot that looked easy enough to back into, beside what appeared to be a group of college aged individuals. It was a smattering, mostly guys, but a girl or two as well...a general Saturday night gathering albeit in a rather strange location. I make a note of it as you return to the car, lodgings secured.
Turns out there was a game tonight, and most of the rooms were already rented out. Our room, the last one available, was on the ground floor. The bad news was, it was on an outer wall, right next to the parking lot. I tried to look at the positives in the fact it would be easy to keep an eye on the ride as we parked next to the group of people I'd noticed earlier and make our way inside. Unfortunately, our luck would not hold...as our room was the very window by which the group was standing. As we make our way inside, I go through my hotel routine of locking the door, setting the thermostat, and opening the blinds just to get my bearings. The group outside notices me, but makes no effort to move, leave, or even avoid looking at me as I adjust the curtains a bit.
After a minute or two, I ensure I'm sufficiently oriented and that I can see the car through the slight crack in the blinds I return to the bed and sit down beside you. We thumb through the channels on the TV, half watching it, half listening to the broken conversation going on right outside our window. The snippets are unintelligible at first, but the longer we listen the more it begins to make sense. Their team won, road game, who fucked whom, the drama associated with youth.
As we sit there, listening to their incessant droning, my idle fingers begin to trace little circles on your thighs. Almost unconsciously at first, a small symbol of affection after a long and weary day. You nuzzle a bit closer against me as I begin to consciously rub your thigh now...unsure as to where I'm headed, but knowing that the nuzzling response is a good sign. I allow my fingertips to inch closer and closer to the hem of your shorts, flashing you a daring grin when you glance up at me with a questioning, almost challenging look in your eyes.
The sparkle in your eyes is breathtaking as I move from rubbing to what, in polite company, would be considered groping. With one movement, I bring my hand up and slide it under the waistband of your shorts to cup a generous handful of your glorious ass while I move to kiss you soundly on the lips. Your kisses never fail to make my heart race, and this one is no exception. Our tongues begin to dance a merry jig as they dart about, first into your mouth, then back into mine. Our breathing has quickened to the point where we both need to come up for air and I shoot you a questioning look. You know exactly what is on my mind, the weariness of the road replaced by an all encompassing desire for you.
Before either of us realizes what has happened, our bodies have acted upon the cravings for one another and a flurry of arms and clothes occurs. When the dust has settled we are nestled soundly in each others arms, skin to skin and breath to breath. Our kisses have moved beyond mere reciprocity of love to a carnal lust that can only be sated with the other's body. I break from one passionate kiss to begin working my way down your body. First, I stop at your neck, nibbling gently before working my way down to your collarbone where more kisses and nibbles are applied. You squirm and giggle, demanding I don't leave a mark on your flawless, alabaster skin.
I don't listen.
Teeth sink into flesh as squeal turns to moan in a cacophony of sounds, not hard enough to draw blood...but definitely hard enough to leave a mark. With a grin, I continue to work my way down your body. With kiss after kiss, bite after loving bite, I'm rapidly approaching your rock hard nipples. However, I notice something...the din outside the window has changed. No longer is it the raucous chatter of a celebratory night out. Now it has changed to a hushed, almost conspiratorial whisper...punctuated with the occasional giggle from one of the girls.
You are the first to notice it, as I'm more interested in your cleavage at this point...but you tap me on the head and say with a whisper "They're watching us...there are four of them all stacked up in the crack you left in the blinds." "Good." I reply tersely, as I suck one of your nipples into my mouth. The sudden change in sensation causes you to involuntarily arch your back, giving the voyeuristic group a show of your glorious curves. I would wager no small sum of money to say that, even through the glass, I heard an audible gasp. You begin to moan a bit louder as I vigorously begin to suck on your nipple, first one and then the other. The alternating between your perfect breasts gives me time to steal a peak or two at the crowd.
To this day, if you asked me under oath, I'd not swear to what happened next...but I'm almost certain you were responsible for this next part. You waved. Nothing serious, or earth shattering...just a smile, and a wave. However, this action changed the course of our night entirely. Our viewers scattered. One wave of your hand and they vanished like mist burnt away by the rising of the sun. The empty view of the parking lot left you more than a bit crestfallen and your mood darkened...until there was a knock at the door.
I stood up and went to the door, and what I saw next made me laugh out loud. While I was staring through the peephole, I saw them again...your four ardent admirers. Two guys, and two girls...apparently you'd attracted quite the following. I poked my head out the door. "Yes?" I asked in as casual a tone as I could manage. The group looked amongst themselves before one, apparently charismatic, girl piped up "We uhhh...we were enjoying the show and were wondering...if maybe we could watch a bit closer?"
I chuckled again at this, "I'll go ask, give us a moment".
I return to the bed, and dive towards your body attempting to kiss or nibble on something sensitive. "Who was that?" you ask, but deep down I believe you knew the answer already. With a grin, I roll over and ask "Guess."
Your eyes go wide, "Noooo..."
My grin grows broader with each passing second as I nod, almost theatrically, "Yeeeeeeesss...They want to know if they can come in for a front row seat. Seeing as how we have the couch over there, and an extra bed, I don't see as there's any problem. Do you?"
I stare intently as the conflict of the insanity of the situation plays across your face. Finally, you look at me and grin. "Be a good girl and go let them in." I say with a mischievous smirk.
You walk to the door, still naked and possibly trembling slightly. Nerves, or excitement, it's kind of hard to tell...but you open the door. "H-hello..." I hear you say weakly, your curves on full display through the open door, silhouetted by the harsh light of the hallway. "Would you like to come in?" I hear you ask as you step back from the door and begin to return to me, not holding it open for the group, but they take then hint all the same. You quickly return to the bed beside me, and they come in quickly behind you. I look up to see, and it appears one of the girls chickened out as now there are three: two guys, and one girl.
After a few seconds of awkward silence, I decide to pipe up, "So, were you enjoying what you were seeing? Do you want to see more? What brings you in here?" I ask, trying to understand what their plan might be. "Uhh...we were just admiring how hot she is." one of the guys stammers, eyeing you up and down "and my girlfriend here said we should see if they'd let us get closer at watch." The peppy one who asked to come in pipes up at this point "I hope you don't mind, we like watching..." she replies a bit softly, clearly nervous. "Well that's good, because I'll let you in on a little secret." I lean forward with a grin and whisper in an almost conspiratorial tone, "She likes showing off, and I like showing her off." and then I turn to back to you. "What do you say love, shall we give them a show?"
At this point, you have blushed not quite to the roots of your hair in what can only be described as the cutest shade of pink I have ever seen. I'm not sure if it's subconsciously or willfully, but you've also attempted to cover yourself up. "Love?" I ask, looking at you intently, "Are you interested in giving our guests here a little show?" You look up at me and I stare lovingly in your eyes, ensuring that you know you are safe, and protected at all times with me and nothing could ever harm you. The bond of trust we have prevails and you sense the reassurance I am sending your way and nod softly, a small smile playing at the corners of your lips. I lean down and kiss you fiercely before breaking the kiss, putting my lips right next to your ear and growling softly "Good girl."
In one quick motion, I manage to hop behind you and put you safely between my legs. I slip my legs under yours, allowing you to easily hook your heels and spread yourself as wide as you need to. You lean your head back against my chest, looking up at me as you languidly stretch your body, placing your tits on full display. This motion, coupled with the slow, sensuous spread of your legs exposes your most intimate and precious places to the crowd of on lookers. Not a single breath can be heard as you unfurl like a flower in the morning sun. The show has begun.
I allow my hands to eagerly explore your body, tender caresses over your thighs, up your stomach, grasping your perfect tits in my hands. I tweak your nipples, causing them to grow more erect as I allow my hands to slide down your body once more, fingertips tracing dangerously close to your aching sex. The slow, surreal march of my fingers to your most intimate of places has the usual effect on the gentlemen in the room...but I am baffled by the lady. She has leaned forward in almost rapt attention, breath held, lip pulled tightly between her teeth, eyes glued to every single inch my fingers trace over your body. I lean down and whisper in your ear, "Look how into you they are, especially the girlfriend...she can't take her eyes off of you."
