Many weeks passed since Jen had let that guy finger her in San Antonio. I still got hard thinking about it and jacked off several times imagining the possibility of someone eating her pussy. I can't explain the feelings I was experiencing. Part of me was jealous, which made my stomach knot up at the thought of another guy touching her. But another part of me was proud at seeing how other guys lusted for her body and obviously wanted to fuck her.
As Christmas approached, we decided to go down to the Houston Zoo to see the light display, which they put out every year. We went casually dressed, Jen wore a pair of black Lululemon workout pants and a skin tight black sweater, which showed off every curve of her athletic figure.
After touring the Zoo grounds, we walked back to our car which had been valet parked at an upscale hotel in the museum district. As we approached the hotel, we heard a band playing and decided to go in for a drink.
Entering the bar, Jen went to get us a table while I went to the restroom. At first, I was a bit confused as there were five different doors labeled 'restroom'. Then I realized they were individual 'unisex' rooms and laughed at my own naivety.
When I returned, I saw that Jen had already attracted a guy to the table, so I detoured to the bar and ordered a drink. She apparently wasn't impressed, as he soon left. I was about to join her when a beautiful red headed woman in a very short skirt that accentuated her shapely legs and tight ass, walked up and began speaking to Jen. They shook hands and Jen motioned for her to have a seat. I later found out her name was Cynthia.
They talked for several minutes as they got to know each other. Before long they were laughing like old friends. The laughing became interspersed with moments of leaning in whispering to each other before more laughing. As they finished their second drink, Jen got up to go to the restroom. To my surprise, Cynthia followed her. As Jen opened the door to one of the private bathrooms, Cynthia went right in behind her. Holy shit! I thought as my heart jumped in my chest.
They were in the restroom for about 15 minutes when the door finally opened, and Cynthia walked out smiling ear to ear. She was quickly joined by a man who had been sitting at the bar. They exchanged a long kiss, then walked out of the hotel arm in arm talking non-stop. About five minutes later Jen walked out looking very disheveled. With a sly smile she caught my eye and headed for the exit. The valet retrieved my truck, which I immediately pulled around the corner and stopped next to the curb away from the street lights.
"What happened?" I blurted.
"Get in the back!" she ordered. We both jumped into the back seat where she quickly unbuckled my pants and pulled them to the floor. Then she stripped naked and straddled my cock, slowly easing her way down its length.
"What happened?!" I asked more urgently.
As she slowly sank onto my cock, she started describing the event in great details. Her shortness of breath a clear sign of her excitement.
Cynthia had immediately noticed what great shape Jen was in, and they had been sharing workout secrets for various parts of the body. Cynthia lavished praise on Jen's figure and when they discussed the inner thigh routine that Jen did regularly, Cynthia simply said "I'll bet you have quite a grip!" then laughed innocently.
After more workout sharing, Cynthia said "I need to show you something, but it needs to be in private. Let's go in one of the bathrooms for a minute."
As they walked into the bathroom, Cynthia turned and locked the door. Without a word she walked up to Jen and started kissing her passionately as her hands immediately went to her breasts, softly stroking them through her sweater. Jen was shocked but didn't move away. Allowing Cynthia's tongue to twist around her own as the sensations of having her breasts massaged began to set in.
Cynthia backed her against the counter and slowly began kissing her way down her neck. As she got to her breasts she hooked both thumbs into Jen's workout pants, then slowly peeled them down as she lightly bit her nipple through the sweater. Once her pants were to her knees, Cynthia kissed Jen's stomach and continued pushing her pants down and off her left foot, leaving them and her panties bunched around her right ankle.
