Midnight on a Friday. You're out of town on business. Youâre sitting on the patio of the hotel bar. You call from your cell phone â 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 theyâre 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. Heâs 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. Itâs late. The barâs about to close. Theyâre 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 itâs forward, but⊠theyâd love to invite you up.
You laugh. âI donât even know youâ, you say. Theyâre persistent.
"Come on.. .just a drink?", they say. "We're not serial killers or rapists or anything like that. Weâre just a bunch of overworked corporate boobsâ.
You smile.
"Just a drink, huh?", you ask.. teasing.
âYep⊠just a drink. Hey.. if you canât, we understand .. but weâd like it if you didâ.
You smile. Your eyes look down and then back up. "I don't know", you say.
"Please", they say. "We won't bite".
Iâm growing hard ⊠very hard, listening to all of this.
âGo with themâ, I say⊠almost breathless.
"Ok", you tell them. âLetâs goâ.
You hang up the phone..
My mind races. My heart quickens. My cock is literally throbbing in my hand. I get up and go to the window. It's hot in my room. I look up at the moon and close my eyes. I see you sitting on this stranger's lap. I see you in a short black dress. I see it hiked up. I see them stealing glances at your bare thighs. I know they want you.
A half hour passes. The phone rings. It's you.
âThey knowâ, you say. You told them about me.
You're up in their suite. I can hear the red wine in your voice. Youâre buzzed. You tell me that you're sitting on the couch. I ask you where they are in relation to you.