I had dreamt of this night for a long time. It had taken me two years to get up the courage to try this, to fulfill this desire that I had fantasized about almost daily.
I had reserved a suite at the luxurious Chaton Noir. Soft white carpet caressed my feet as I dressed. My guests would be arriving shortly.
A black lace bustier edged in pink ribbon held my creamy size 38F breasts tightly and I slid a matching hipster over my shapely ass. I checked my reflection in the mirror, loving the way my undergarments accentuated my curves. I am not tiny, but I am proud of the curves that outline my silhouette.
I picked up my light blue jeans and slid them on, a little casual modesty for answering the door. A white ruffled blouse offered a nice preview of the black bra underneath. A pair of black calf high boots with stiletto heels and laces up the back completed the outfit.
At five foot one, I had always been considered cute, and the pink lipstick that I applied over my gently pouting lips threw in just enough sexiness for tonight. My long naturally strawberry blonde hair curled gently and I swept my bangs to the right to show of my light blue eyes.
The doorbell rang and I breathed deeply to calm myself before I headed to the door.
Opening the door slowly, I was met by the smiling faces of Mark and Sam, two of my good friends. I grinned and opened the door to let them in.
"You're the first ones here," I said, suddenly shy.
"Don't worry," Sam said, bending down to brush his lips lightly across mine, his long sandy blonde hair brushing my cheek and sending ripples down my body. "We'll keep you company."
Mark's grin spread as he slid an arm around my waist, admiring me with those gorgeous green eyes.
"You smell lovely," Mark said, dipping his head down to kiss my neck, his short red hair brushing my cheek. Mark may look boyish, but could charm any woman. He knew he didn't need to charm me, but he did anyway.
A knock on the door told me we had more guests, so I pulled slowly from their arms to answer the door. There would be time for more kissing very soon.
Kyle and Eric stood at the door, nervous smiles on both of their faces. We had met them some time back at a party and had kept in touch by email, but this would be the first time I had seen either of them nude.
Kyle was muscular and black, almost six feet tall. He kept his hair in dreads, which were pulled back into a loose ponytail. His dark eyes had mesmerized me the first time we met.
Eric was nearly the opposite of Kyle, slender and pale skinned, and wouldn't have attracted me except for his great personality. His dark brown hair was cropped above his ears and his boyish smile and dark, feminine eyes exuded innocence, but I knew Eric was not as innocent as he looked. He was the youngest tonight, but at twenty one, he was only two years younger than I.
I motioned them in and saw the last two guests coming down the hall. I waved and held the door open for them.
Raj moved with a soft grace, his toned brown skin looking great and his shoulder length black hair was pulled back, with a few strands escaping to frame his face. His Indian heritage was obvious in the best ways.
Raj's partner, Rick, was tan and toned and kept his hair shaven to his scalp. He worked in security and looked intimidating, but I knew what a sweetheart he was.
Raj and Rick were bisexual and although I knew they kept a mostly monogamous relationship, had readily agreed to assist me with my experiment at Chaton Noir. Raj's arm encircled Rick's waist and they shared a quick kiss before meeting me at the door.
"Thanks for coming," I said to the two of them, and they shared a wicked grin before replying.
"Thank us after, babe," Rick said, leaning away from his lover to kiss my cheek. I blushed and ushered them in, closing the door behind me.
We all knew each other in a vague sense, but never had this much tension arisen between us. Rick and Raj had worked with me at my last job, before I became a nurse and Rick went into security. Eric and Kyle I had met at Raj's Christmas party last year, and we enjoyed sending the occasional naughty email around. Sam and Mark had been my friends since high school. They had known me before I grew up, when I was so studious I would never have even heard of the word orgy. Now, they were helping this fantasy happen.
I turned and looked around the living room, the men scattered around on various chairs. The Chaton Noir was definitely not lacking in seating. We had gone over the basics of what I wanted, but the men seemed to be waiting for a cue from me.
I looked down, unsure of how to proceed, and got an idea. I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and slid my fingers underneath the cloth until I could feel the small hairs that formed a strip, like a thin arrow pointing downward.
I let my finger slide a little lower, past where the hairs stopped. I was already a little wet, but for what I had planned, I was going to need to be a lot wetter.
I looked into each of their eyes in turn, admiring them all in different ways as I felt my wetness. The men watched, alert, as I rubbed my fingers gently over my clit, then slid my middle finger between the lips of my pussy.
