Midnight on a Friday. You're out of town on business. You’re sitting on the patio of the hotel bar. You call from your cell phone – to say hello. It's hot.
The air is thick with humidity.
You're wearing next to nothing. You've been drinking, so you're feeling relaxed. The heat is making you sweat. The sweat traces the outline of your nipples. They're hard. They're clearly visible. So delicious....
As we talk, you glance over your shoulder to see a group of five men coming out of the hotel restaurant. They're handsome - probably late 30's, attractive, dressed in khaki's and button down shirts. Mmmm… they notice you.
They watch you. You watch them. You smile. They smile. They send over a drink. You know they’re talking about you. I ask you what's happening. You say that a couple of them are approaching you.
I reach down and unzip my pants.
I listen.
They ask you who you're talking to. "I'm on hold", you say. They ask you stupid questions. You give them stupid answers. Their eyes travel up and down your body, stroking you as I begin to stroke my cock.
"What are you up to tonight", one of the men asks. He's handsome. He looks to be about 38. He's in good shape - very clean-cut. You notice the ring. He’s married.
You're not sure what you're going to do, you say. You have no definite plans. You hear my voice whispering into your ear... ."Ask them why they want to know".
You ask. They tell. It’s late. The bar’s about to close. They’re in town from New York and have been around each other all week to where .. it would be nice to have someone else to talk to. They mention that one of them has a suite. They have a fully-stocked bar and .. they know it’s forward, but… they’d love to invite you up.
You laugh. “I don’t even know you”, you say. They’re persistent.
"Come on.. .just a drink?", they say. "We're not serial killers or rapists or anything like that. We’re just a bunch of overworked corporate boobs”.
You smile.
"Just a drink, huh?", you ask.. teasing.
”Yep… just a drink. Hey.. if you can’t, we understand .. but we’d like it if you did”.
You smile. Your eyes look down and then back up. "I don't know", you say.