It was the fourth day that you had been away, maybe more relevant ...the fourth night, I’d drifted to sleep thinking about you, thinking about the night before you’d left and every beautiful moment that we’d shared.
It was an amazingly light feeling I had when I woke up the next morning to the telephone ringing and you on the other end of the line. I’ll try to fill in what happened in between. Every bit of me knows it was a dream but amazingly every detail remains so vivid, shockingly vivid, beautifully and erotically vivid.
It began in the hotel bar, we had tall stools at the bar, you looked tanned, radiant, I felt good, healthy, happy. You were dressed in a yellow cotton sundress, it fell to mid thigh, bare shoulders arms and legs, your hair up. You flashed your smile as we laughed and joked, touched hands, occasionally we kissed, as always you were the most beautiful woman in the place and undoubtedly admiring glances from patrons male and female bathed your skin. The bar filled steadily after about 9 p.m., as other vacationers came in from their days on the beach and their dinners at any of the many local restaurants.
There was a club in the penthouse that we intended to visit, maybe a dance or two would follow. We began chatting with another couple, then another and various singles as they came and went. At one point you reminded me that we had an unfinished game of truth or dare and that it was your turn to ask me! I acknowledged the accuracy of this statement. You did ask me...I replied "dare". You smiled at me as I asked what you had in mind without really expecting you to reveal all. You told me that you had many, many things in mind but that you were planning on taking your time in deciding, that you thought maybe the moment would present itself and the moment would help decide what the "dare" might be.
Appropriately enough, Ben and Erica walked in at that moment. They had mentioned that they might grab an early night but if they had chance to nap in the afternoon, they’d be delighted to join us in the evening. They joined us at the bar, we all exchanged greetings and began to recount our respective reports of the days activities. They were crisply dressed as usual, appearing very much in love. I gave up my stool and Erica hopped upon it, her thighs flashing as she did, we all noticed, she looked down and back up and gave us and Ben a smile, she looked directly at you and mouthed the words "no panties"...
You smiled back "me too". She complimented you on your dress, you did the same to her as I asked what everybody would like to drink and I caught the bartender’s eye and began to order. You proceeded to remind them, very quietly, of where we were up to in the game and this caused much speculation as to what you might ask my dare to be...ranging from the erotic to the ridiculous, all suggestions brought predictably uproarious laughter or silently raised eyebrows with quiet reflection. It must have seemed to those around us that we were all the oldest of friends, nobody would have believed we’d all only met two days ago.
The bartender thanked us profusely for a large tip, we told him how welcome he was and he promised to "look after" us all, this caused much titillation amidst the other jokes and innuendo we were all sharing and caused a small frown of wonderment to cross his face. You looked at me and asked in a way that only the others could hear "would you like to be looked after by the bar tender"
"might this be an idea for the dare my darling" I asked you..."well maybe you’d like to be dared to look after him?" you replied..."and maybe you’d like to help me look after him" I suggestively replied...you looked back at the bartender then back at me..."maybe I would if you like the idea" you answered before draining your cocktail and turning back to the bar seeking some more service.
Ben and Erica smiled at each of us, Ben put his hand on my shoulder and whispered "this could be an interesting night"...your hand reached behind you and grabbed me softly through my slacks, just enough to cause a stir, I put my hands on your shoulders, gently massaged your neck for a few seconds and bent to kiss you there, knowing that you’d enjoy a few brief tingly moments...the bar tender served us all again "this one’s on me" he announced, we thanked him and he became briefly involved in our conversation, just long enough for him to know that we were going dancing in the penthouse later. He told us how nice it was up there before leaving to attend to the needs of other customers. He kept looking back our way and asked each time he passed if we needed anything. We let him know each time that we did and continued to tip him handsomely.
Within an hour or so we were on our way up to the penthouse, I got you in the corner of the elevator and semi molested you, you responded by wrapping a bare leg around me and pulling me tightly towards you, my hand slipped between your legs as a powerful and wet kiss enhanced our connection and caused a major stir in my slacks. As the elevator light indicated PH, a solitary wet finger withdrew from your pussy and entered my mouth for Erica and Ben to witness just beyond their own engrossment with one another. Erica winked at us and Ben smiled. You took my hand and in we walked. The hostess showed us to a table in a raised area of the room, overlooking the dance floor. We ordered champagne and began to toast one another with the first one as the hostess showed up with a second ice bucket and another bottle of Dom Perignon..."Rob from the Terrace Bar asked for us to deliver this to your table"... A nice gesture, no doubt we’ll be bumping in to him later.
Ben asked you to dance, and you accepted his invitation. You set the dance floor alight for a few minutes before glancing back to the table and gesturing for Erica and I to join you, it seemed like the club was filling up nicely and the volume of the music was increasing as we reached you on the dance floor. We stayed up there for a while, changing partners, dancing, playing, fooling around a bit with a general air of euphoria and optimistic abandon for the possibilities ahead.
Finally back at our table, more toasts and laughter, we huddled together and shared thoughts of last night. Of course we all agreed that it had been enjoyable, risqué and exciting but as I knew for myself how much I had enjoyed it and how ready I was to go further right now, I knew that the conversation would not be filled with so many smiles were we all not thinking along the same lines. I knew which fantasy I most wanted to fill and I knew you liked the idea too. I struggled with the thought that it was my fantasy and what I really didn’t know was what your biggest fantasy was. The idea of us sharing another man’s cock was one thing, I thought about the act of sucking it, how it would feel, how I would touch it, kiss it, suck it and eventually cope with his orgasm, how I might swallow and which of all these we might share...and how?
But what could be your excitement or fantasy fulfillment in all of this? I knew how we had spoken about another man being with us, being inside you simultaneously with me, or even two other men, how that would feel, how exciting it was to imagine all those possibilities as we made love but how different might reality be? I knew already the erotic imagining of seeing you with another woman and with Erica you had fulfilled every perfect vision of this...I let go of the thinking as Rob approached the table. He joined us and comfortably slotted into the conversation, we thanked him profusely for the champagne and procured a fifth glass in order that he could share with us... You and Erica probed him with questions about the resort and all the place might have to offer.
The group was clicking, Rob was fun to be with, he seemed genuinely happy to be with us all and conversation and friendliness flourished...I knew within a few minutes of him joining us that I wanted us to "have" him...I looked at you and you knew, you smiled back, I think I saw a wink, I certainly saw a smile, I caught glances from Erica and Ben and knew they were feeling similar things, thinking similar thoughts...finally I said it loud enough for everybody to hear and laugh about..."Rob...do you have any social diseases?"...the laughter continued as he immediately replied "not yet"...I added that "Ben here has gay tendencies Rob but I just want to find out if I have any"
"If you’re asking you’ve got them" came his reply as the laughter level increased. At this point you put your hand on Erica’s forearm and announced that you’d like to invite everybody to an underwear party in our room, there was nothing but wholehearted approval as you added that it would begin in 30 minutes and that you and I had to leave immediately in order to prepare. Erica jumped up and said that she’d like to help with the preparations, Rob asked what preparations were needed and volunteered free room service, Ben insisted on bringing the music and you added that boxer shorts were not allowed.
It was no time later that the "gang" was assembled and the laughter continued as each group of four ridiculed the underwear each of the men was sporting. I had on my Calvin’s, Ben was wearing a leather thong (which could have actually been Erica’s) and Rob had taken a pair of scissors to a pair of cotton boxers in order to conform to party dress regulations. This left the loosest pair of briefs imaginable and his cock flopped from side to side with each move he made. I saw it as we all did and I’m sure you liked the look of it every bit as much as it tweaked my curiosity, for sure Ben and Erica must have felt the same way and the imaginings of the possibilities for that thick pink shaft were no doubt not lost on anybody as we danced and touched, sipped champagne, kissed and hugged our way into the early hours of the morning.
Mostly boy0girl dancing with one boy always left out until you and Erica coaxed the boys into doing a "show dance" together...Ben said that we’d need to choreograph any number we did together, you chose the song and you and Erica left us alone for five minutes. We selected white towels as our dress and we managed a few uproarious semi-coordinated steps with a reasonable degree of accuracy although for the most part the laughter over ruled the synchronization of our moves and you and Erica rolled together in hearty laughter as the show evolved...there were plenty moments of flashing, gyrating and exposure...the grand finale had Ben on hands and knees with his tongue poking up towards my cock and Rob behind him with a semi erect cock resting against Ben’s lower back ...
