Late for the Train -

The hotel lobby not at all so full on their return but, again, was there anything particularly remarkable about four mature gentlemen coming in through the door with a well-dressed young lady and heading together for the lift? Eleanor was certainly noted by more than one young man, but they were hardly likely to think, any more than other, older people there, that the pretty and undoubtedly young lady was really going upstairs to copulate with the four mature gentlemen. Maybe Eleanor would have preferred one of the young men -- or even two -- to the four mature gentlemen, but the young men had not taken her out for dinner.

"Well," said Eleanor when up in Mr Myford's room, "what now?" She looked around at the expectant faces. "What would you like me to do?"

"I, for one, Eleanor," said Mr Cuthbert, "would rather like to see you fully undress -- if you don't mind. I -- we -- missed out when you undressed in the railway compartment. We were looking the other way and, once, you put your frock on you didn't take it off. So..."

"You naughty man. I can't imagine your friends..."

But they were all nodding in agreement. What man would not enjoy watching a pretty girl undress? Each of the gentlemen would certainly enjoy watching one or more of the other gentlemen's daughters undress. What a pleasure to catch sight of her through an un-curtained window. Seen from a secluded vantage point -- a house across the road, a dark and private garden or even from a railway carriage's compartment -- the train halted at a signal for a time, right opposite the lit window, perhaps on an embankment. Alone in the house with the view; silent and hidden in the dark garden looking in, or alone in the railway compartment staring out towards the lit window. Able to undo flies and extract. Able to run penile skin up and down the now swollen and smooth head. Watching as the girl removed item after item of clothing. Not slowly, alas, but with rather quicker movements getting ready for bed or bath. If curtains were not suddenly closed, all was to be seen down to knickers and bra -- and beyond! Perhaps the girl standing for a moment stark naked providing a perfect view of her young breasts, bottom and pubic hair. Gloriously framed for the voyeur in the lit window. The perfect moment for the penis to release -- cum spurting out at the unexpected, furtive and illicit sight.

Eleanor, though, was not undressing for bed or bath but to give pleasure to her newfound and very mature friends. Bed and sleep would clearly be a lot later! She undressed slowly, taking her time. A studied undoing of buttons to her frock, a start at drawing it and her slip up over her head, lifting it so the tops of her white stockings just showed together with the suspender belt clips, before she let it all down again.

"Has that had the right effect? Go on, show me!"

There was no great reluctance, indeed no reluctance at all. Not as it had been in the restaurant. The four gentlemen reached for flies and extracted their organs, bringing them out into Mr Myford's bedroom. It was the same as in the restaurant under the table, only now all could be seen. Four fine specimens of male genitalia out in the bedroom for Eleanor's delectation and delight. Out as they had been in the railway compartment. Out again -- for her inspection.

"They look so good," she said, "do you think I can have a nibble of each?"

"Best to undress first, Eleanor," said Mr Brent. "You don't want Cuthbert leaking over your frock, do you? And we'd like to watch!"

Eleanor's hands again on the material of her yellow frock, again a lifting but not quite far enough to reveal her lack of knickers. Not enough to show her fair curls. And down it went again.

"I'm a bit frightened. What if, when the frock is over my head and I can't see. you do things? I'd be helpless, all wrapped up, my hands and arms caught. You could tumble me onto the bed and have your way with me -- all of you. I'd be so helpless, my legs kicking and I'd be all exposed. If you were to hold my legs apart, there'd be nothing stopping you... you know, ravishing me!"

It had all the imagery of some Regency novel with a rake, a Sir Jasper and his friends taking advantage of a young lady. All those skirts... It certainly strengthened the gentlemen's enthusiasm -- all four penises showed it! Penisheads were rather swollen and shiny.

"Shall we promise to keep our hands behind our backs, Eleanor?"

"You won't be able to stroke your cocks then! No, better you promise to keep your hands on your erections. Your own of course!"

A slightly embarrassed laugh from the gentlemen. The realisation that if Eleanor wanted, she could have suggested they held each other's! One thing to be exposed like that to each other. Holding each other would be rather a step further -- a stride indeed. It was not what they wanted.

"Hold them," four hands went to penises and began moving the skin. Eleanor nodded and lifted her frock for the third time. Up and up it went, revealing stockings, stocking tops and then her knickerless sex, her slit and lovely fair curls. Her head all obscured but her young, so feminine body coming more into view. It was unhurried. Her tummy button then exposed. All four gentlemen were masturbating freely, eyes glued to the girl, ignoring the others. Up and up so her brassiere was revealed, the white cups pleasingly full. And then the frock was off and Eleanor there in just brassiere, suspender belt and stockings. Putting down the dress, she asked, "Does that please more?"

What an opportunity for a girl to show off, reveal her body to appreciative men in a safe environment and receive compliments. How many young women or girls would like to do that, if the truth were known? Perhaps, not so absentmindedly, simply leaving curtain windows undrawn. How many would, perhaps, enjoy being able to strip tease in front of an audience, an appreciative male audience in a town far away where they would not be known. No risk of the embarrassment of being recognised. Or would some girls like that -- being recognised? Being shown off to Daddy's friends, perhaps, or 'accidentally' revealing whilst sunbathing in the garden, pretending not to know Daddy had friends around for drinks. Letting them get an eyeful. Finding it exciting to know Daddy's friends would all be getting secretly stiff.

Eleanor's nakedness certainly pleased her gentlemen. They encouraged her on, admiring what she was showing and she, in turn, admired the four stiff organs presented to her. Hands were moving the sliding skin. Eleanor looked forward to using her own hands.

One stocking unclipped and rolled down and then the other. A slow process. The gentlemen's eyes watching every move.

"I can kneel now," she said. "shall I suck?"

"Naked," breathed Mr Cuthbert, "be completely naked."

Were the gentlemen really shaking as Eleanor reached behind her, the action pushed her breasts forward, filling the bra cups the more. A collective gasp as the clasp was undone and the bra sagged towards them. Up went Eleanor's hands to hold both breasts through the material. Were the gentlemen wondering what it was like to have breasts? Not just rudimentary nipples, as they had, but firm mounds with more than rudimentary 'nips'. But, there again, might Eleanor not wonder what it was like to have a penis and balls. What was it like to have a penis stiffening in your pants? What was it like to have a rather substantial 'spike' wavering in front of you?

Slowly, hesitatingly, Eleanor lowered her hands. "Anyone like a suck? I've room for two!" She was not yet fully naked, not yet as Mr Cuthbert had requested. She still had on her white suspender belt. A something of nothing, but with the hanging straps, perhaps it made Eleanor even more desirable -- more sexy. Is partial nudity more erotic than full?

"I wouldn't say no," said Mr Brent in reply. And it was not a surprise that all the men wanted to draw Eleanor's nipples into their mouths. They were sitting in a row on the bed. Not the Three Wise Monkeys -- there were four and neither had his eyes or ears covered, nor were they silent. Eleanor came to them, presenting her breasts to Mr Brent and Mr Cuthbert's waiting mouths. Mr Brent to her left nipple, Mr Cuthbert to her right. The two gentlemen reaching forward, with their lips as one, and absorbing the hard, pointing nipples. Young, tender nipples in their experienced mouths, nipples of a girl younger than their daughters.

Eleanor reached down and stroked their penises as they sucked. Big male organs in her hands. She would suck them soon. She knew it. Her legs were apart and from her came a drip, falling down to the carpet. Nineteen years old, a girl full of lust and arousal, just dripping with it. Four stiff penises would be in her before the night was over. A pleasing prospect!

She pulled herself from Mr Brent and Mr Cuthbert's mouths, both were reluctant to let the nipples go, nipples elongated and pulled by their suction, until first her right nipple sprang back all free and then her left. Eleanor removed her final piece of clothing and then moved along the row of gentlemen to let Mr Myford and Mr Bowcock take a suck; take their turn.

It was like the railway compartment but with no expectation of interruption by the train stopping at a station. No hurry for Eleanor or the gentlemen. Even more so when Eleanor got down on her knees and moved slowly along the row sucking each penis in turn as they had sucked her nipples. And, like the train, she then settled herself on their laps one by one; pushing their penises up into her and taking a ride, a nice bouncing ride on lap after lap.

"Oooh, that was nice. All tingly. Now, gentlemen, what would you like? Would you like to come inside me, one after another as we did on the train, and then go off to your rooms to sleep? Or would you like me to come and visit you one by one in your own beds and to do, well, much the same but individually?

The gentlemen all still dressed but with now girl wet penises sticking out of flies.

Mr Cuthbert's blue eyes twinkled with reflected light, "I would rather like to be naked with you in bed, Eleanor. That'd be really rather something. Your skin to my skin."

"Cosy," said Mr Bowcock.

"That'd be rather good," added Mr Brent

Clear the gentlemen all rather liked the idea of having Eleanor alone for a time. Some intimate and unclothed moments, without interruptions or awaiting 'turns', but they were not averse to taking a further communal dip in the hot plunge 'pool', before heading off to their own rooms to await Eleanor.

"I'll leave my door unlocked," said Mr Myford, "you wouldn't want to come back and have to bang on my door to wake me if I'd dropped off whilst waiting!"

"I'd better have your room numbers," said Eleanor practically. So amusing seeing her write them on the back of her hand in biro. Would she remember which one was which?

It was also rather amusing watching Mr Myford's three colleagues troop out and go back to their own rooms, penises tucked away but still erect. No doubt they would soften on the walk back to their rooms but just a knock at the door with the knowledge Eleanor was standing outside their bedrooms would no doubt have their cocks again pointing at the ceiling.

"Well, Eleanor," said Mr Myford turning to the still naked girl. "I feel a little bit like a father seeing his daughter going out for the night, knowing he will worry until she is safely back. Now be good and don't do anything I wouldn't..." There was mutual laughter. "Anything you want before you go? Bath, tea, brandy...?" He was standing there with his cock still out, beaming at the girl. "What are you going to wear around the hotel? You can't go out like that."

"I suppose not! I bet pretty much anyone I meet, wouldn't say a thing. Pretend not to notice but... a coat would do."

"Would mine suffice?"

Eleanor slipped out of Room 229 dressed in just a raincoat, a big buff coloured, belted raincoat and her own shoes. Nothing else, not even her suspender belt. Stark naked beneath the coat and heading for Room 411 on the fourth floor. Should she use the stairs or lift? No one about. Odd the feeling of being naked beneath the raincoat, not really different from being wrapped in a large towel or a dressing gown at home but then it was just Mummy, Daddy and her younger sister, Clare, in the house and likely to see her. So it did feel different, excitingly different as Eleanor walked up the wide, carpeted stairs with the big stone bannisters. She hoped she was not dripping on the carpet. She was sure she had done just that in Mr Myford's room.

No sooner knocked than the door to Room 411 opened. It was Mr Brent's room. In Eleanor slipped and the door closed. And there was Mr Brent, not as she had seen him before, but undressed, completely undressed. She respectably dressed, if only in a raincoat, him with not a stitch.

"Oh, I like!" What Eleanor liked was just how ginger his hair was. He rather towered over her, being a tall man. His head of ginger hair she had seen before; ginger with not that much grey in it -- indeed where it had turned it was white rather than grey. She was also intimately familiar with his pubic hair, intriguingly a lighter ginger than his hair, but she had not seen the massed ginger curls between his nipples nor the curls down his stomach and on his back, legs and arms. A bit of a ginger bear.

"This is rather good, Eleanor. How good of you to join me here. Can I get you anything?"

"You can get hard for me." Her hand reached down and took him in hand. Unsurprisingly, no sooner clasped than it was growing in her hand, elongating even as she pulled at his foreskin. It grew long, curving outwards away from him, away from his stomach.

"You do have such a long one, Mr Brent." She had already sucked its head in company with the other gentlemen's penises back in Mr Myford's room, but this time she knelt in the raincoat and licked Mr Brent's erection from balls to knob end, looking up at him with wide open eyes as he, in turn, looked down at her. Puppy dog eyes. Daughter eyes. She was somebody's daughter -- not his own but Mr Andrews. What if one of his daughters was doing that to another mature gentleman. On her knees. Perhaps Clare or Janet's red head bobbing or Belinda's blond hair falling down and enveloping this other gentleman's erection. Not a thought to have. Down Eleanor went and then up again, tongue trailing along his pronounced ridge and over his taut fraenum to his little slit. Then just absorbing so much of his erection into her mouth.

"So good, Eleanor. Might I do the same to you?"

"You may!" Of course, Mr Brent might tongue her! The man going to the bed and pulling back the covers for her to lie down. Preparing it for her. A naked and mature man with a rather impressive erection, just moving about the room as if completely normal to be doing things with an erect cock. And it certainly was erect. She so liked that! Then turning and walking back to her, the 'eye' of his penis turned outwards towards her. His hands reaching to undo belt and then the buttons of Mr Myford's raincoat and slipping it off her shoulders, so it fell to the floor leaving her naked but for her shoes.

"Mmmmm, you are lovely, Eleanor." Mr Brent put his arm around her and pulled her to him, his penis hard against the bare flesh of her tummy. She could feel her own wetness, from her mouth, on his cock. "Come, lie down on the bed. Let me open your legs. Oh yes!"

Clear Mr Brent liked what he saw. Eleanor's splayed lips -- outer and inner -- her special hole, indeed everything all surrounded by her fair curls. Eleanor saw the man was actually licking his lips as he knelt by the bed and lowered his head. Delightful intimacy, delightful feelings. Mr Brent knew what he was doing. Well-practised on Mrs Brent, no doubt! Unhurried and with very mobile lips and tongue. Happy to carry on until... and he was going to do that. Eleanor could feel herself about to come. She had already been aroused by the four gentlemen, had not felt the arousal lessen as she had walked up the staircase, even stepping close to the balustrade wondering if anyone below could see up her raincoat. An exciting thought! No, her arousal had not lessened, rather grown, hence her slight concern she might have dripped on the carpet. She was certainly ready for a cock -- again.

Eleanor came, flooding Mr Brent's face. So wet when he arose from between her thighs. "Come," she said, opening her arms, as Mr Brent stood up, penis hard and wet looking at the end, "Come and fuck me." He simply came forward to her, lying atop her naked body, wet face to her face and long penis just sliding into the hole he had, so recently, had his tongue within. A weight upon her, moving, thrusting into her. Eleanor licked, licked Mr Brent's face all wet from her. What a lovely come it had been. Good feeling his erection sliding within her, but she would not come again, not for a little while. It would be another gentleman to do that!

Wet, slapping noises, as Mr Brent worked upon her. His thrusting building up, getting stronger and stronger, faster and faster until, all of a sudden, he stopped.

"May I?" Not so much seeking permission to copulate but ejaculate! A polite request.

"You may!"

Clasped hard in Mr Brent's arms, the male 'onslaught' on the young female continued -- for a little longer anyway. Mr Brent's orgasm was not long delayed. His thrusting continuing until it was over. He rolled off her and lay there on the sheets rather gasping. It had no doubt been a little bit more wild and energetic than he was used to with Mrs Brent these days. Slowly Eleanor closed her legs, rather pleased to now be able to do so, they had been splayed for some time. She sat up and looked down at the gentleman lying there. Mr Brent with his eyes closed, his naked, mature body with all those ginger hairs -- and his penis, still stiff-ish, drooling semen, still pointing up over his now girl-wet light red curls. Eleanor lent forward and licked. Licked Mr Brent's semen and her own wetness. The scent of semen and girl mixed together in her nostrils. Nice to suck the penis into her mouth, all wet and sticky, and let it soften there as she gently licked.

Eleanor had been on Mr Brent's bed but not in it. The covers had not been over the copulating couple. It was different when she got to Mr Bowcock's room, no 330.

It had been back down the stairs in her raincoat. This time passing several people on the way. Other mature gentlemen from the conference, deep in conversation but their eyes not missing the attractive young girl with the buttoned-up raincoat. They could not have known, but would have enjoyed imagining, that she was naked beneath. Nor could they have known about her worry about dripping on the carpet. It was not just her own wetness she now had to worry about, but Mr Brent's probably generous ejaculation. Certainly, it had been well thrust into her, no doubt splattered all over her cervix, but as he ejaculated, he had been vigorously moving it up and down her vagina and, therefore, likely it would not all be well up; it could drip! Maybe the gentlemen on the stairs noticed her slightly odd walk with thighs pressed together, or perhaps they did not. They were well involved in conversation. Unlikely they would have speculated, man to man, about the reason, still less known it.

A knock at the door of room 330 and she was admitted. The main lights off, subdued lighting -- appropriate for going to bed. Mr Bowcock there in his silver rimmed, round glasses but nothing else. Nothing else at all. Again, Eleanor clothed with a naked man. A naked man with his 'pole' already up, his rather conical, pointed glans all full and ready for easy insertion into the young woman. Pale and shiny in the light of the bedside lamps.