My name's Wendy, I'm mid twenties and I'm a junior lawyer with a big multinational company. I was at our big company conference, about a hundred of us gathered in a posh London hotel. As I patiently sat through a day of meetings my colleague's words constantly echoed in my mind: "in this company the lower a woman's knickers drop, the higher she gets."
I'd heard that the top management would be staying on afterwards for a lavish dinner and had booked hotel rooms to stay overnight afterwards. I'd also heard rumours that there would be orgies in some of those rooms. I'm ambitious and want to get to the top. Remembering my colleague's words I went to that conference well prepared.
I'd had my brunette hair neatly styled down to just below my ears and I knew I looked good. I'd got myself a new dress in professional grey. It wasn't too daring, ending just above my knees but figure clinging and low cut enough to show anyone who was interested I had a sexy figure with big firm breasts and legs that looked good in my sheer black nylons and high heels. I'd decided to wear stockings instead of my usual tights, just in case anything interesting happened. I was also wearing glasses rather than contacts, knowing that glasses give a girl that innocent vulnerable look that turns some men on.
During the long dreary meetings I could tell men were interested in me and I felt myself being mentally undressed lots of times. I'd even let a couple of guys who were trying to look up my dress see that I was wearing stockings, but I'd received no invitations to any orgy. Then it happened. It was after the main meetings, we were "networking" over drinks and canapΓ©s when my friend Julie came up to me. She's one of the admin girls, mid twenties like me, a very pretty blonde and the randiest girl I've ever met.
"Do you want to come with me for some fun with Clive?" Julie asked me quietly, obviously not wanting to be overheard.
Clive was one of the senior executives, a man in his mid forties. I'd certainly noticed he'd been interested in me, and I'd let him have an accidental-on-purpose glimpse up my dress. Knowing Julie I could guess what her idea of fun was, but in case I hadn't she made it clear.
"With some of the other guys too. I've got some condoms if you haven't." As always I had some condoms in my handbag, and spare panties. "He's given me his hotel room number." It was my invitation to an orgy!
Julie led the way through hotel corridors and upstairs to the exclusive suites. She knocked on a room door, and through the door told whoever was inside that it was her and me. The door opened and that's when I got my first shock. There was Clive, completely naked except for tiny women's panties in purple satin. He had a good muscular body, his penis was hard up erect and the panties were so small half his massive shaft was sticking up above the top hem and his hairy balls were showing at the side.
I stood there stunned, taking in the scene. It was a large plush room with a huge bed, more than just a double bed, looking wide enough for three. That's when I got another shock. Scattered on the bed were lots of porn magazines and some women's panties as brief as Clive was wearing. Standing next to the bed were two other completely naked men, both with erect penises. One was a guy in his forties who Clive introduced as Andrew, another senior executive. He was browsing one of the porn magazines. The other guy was Dan, a senior manager of my own department, perhaps in his early fifties but still looking pretty fit. He had a woman's red thong hung on his erect shaft and was running some white lacy panties through his fingers. The big TV was showing a porn movie with a big boobed naked woman astride a hunky guy with her boobs bouncing as she rode his rod from on top.
The two naked men were obviously expecting us. I got the picture. These guys were getting up to what we girls knew all men do when they're away from their wives in a hotel on a business trip -- porn and wanking. Now they had two real live girls to treat them to the things they'd never dare ask their wives to do.
"Going to do a strip for us, girls?" Andrew asked.
Julie looked at me and gave me a mischievous grin.
"Come on Wendy. We know what men like, don't we!"
I'd stripped enough times for boyfriends to know what men like. I stepped a high heeled foot up onto a chair. I was about to pull my dress up to show the men my stocking tops when Julie did it for me. She put her hand on my knee then slid it smoothly up my thigh. She pulled my dress up high enough to show them my panties too, then she fondled my bottom. I got the message: undress each other treating the guys to a lesbian striptease.
Julie was much more provocatively dressed than I was. Her long blonde hair cascaded over her tight white blouse that showed off her breasts and was thin enough to show the outline of her dark bra underneath. Her beige wraparound miniskirt was miles up her tan nylon clad thighs and her heels were as high as mine.
Julie and I slowly undressed each other. I dropped Julie's skirt first, to display her grey patterned panties showing through her sheer tights. Julie unzipped my dress at the back, I let it drop and stepped out of it. The men were obviously delighted at my black bra and thong and seeing my stockings. Clive and Andrew fingered their cocks as they watched, and Dan stroked his cock with the red thong he'd had hung on his cock. Just in my underwear I slowly removed Julie's blouse. Her grey bra with a white flower pattern matched her panties and the skimpy bra cups only just slung her big breasts. I took Julie's tights off so we were both in our knickers but I still had my stockings on.
I stepped my feet up onto a chair for Julie to take off my stockings. That's when the men started to join in. Andrew ran his fingers down my bum crack along my thin black thong strap and right under me from behind to stroke my inner thighs and mound and to finger my slit. I stayed like that for a bit after Julie had taken my stockings off enjoying his fingers. This was getting better all the time!
Julie and I unclipped each other's bras and let them drop. As we stood there just in our panties we kissed and fondled each other's breasts, rubbed our nipples together and slipped our hands down inside each other's panties. While we were doing that Dan impatiently pulled Julie's panties down round her thighs and had a feel of her smooth shaven cunt. Julie let her panties drop and kicked them aside. Dan, who obviously had a panty fetish, picked them up and hung them on his cock in place of the red thong.
Clive had been fondling my bottom as Julie and I played with each other's tits so I bent over a chair and wiggled my bottom at him to invite him to pull my thong down. He treated me to a delicious fingering of my slit through the thin satin of my thong before he slowly pulled them down feeling my legs all the way down. So both Julie and I were nude.
"Go on, girls. Let's see some lezzy stuff." Dan said.
He pushed the porn magazines and panties aside on the bed leaving it clear, and patted the bed to show where he wanted us to perform. I saw one of the panties, a black lace pair, was already wet with semen. The guys had been busy before Julie and I arrived.
"Come on Wendy!" Julie said excitedly. "You've done it with a girl before haven't you?"