The evening had started typically enough.
"Normal"ly enough.
For you, anyway. We were excited to have dinner together, just the two of us, since it'd been several months since we'd seen each other.
Our presentation to the clients wasn't for another two days, but we'd intentionally arrived early.
"Destination immersion," we'd explained, and no one had questioned it.
Everyone else wasn't scheduled to arrive until tomorrow afternoon, so we had 24 glorious hours all to ourselves.
We'd "reconnected" that afternoon, after we'd checked into our adjoining rooms at the hotel, and it was, in a word, and as it always was, heavenly to be together again.
To see you, to hold you, to kiss you, to feel your body and to re-explore you.
And to feel you re-explore me.
It ended, as it always has, with a delightfully wonderful orgasm for both of us.
And we were looking forward to a great dinner out.
Still, because you know me as well as you do, as we left the hotel for dinner you sensed something was up with me.
"Just excited to see you, that's all," I'd assured you, smiling.
Somewhat skeptical, you'd accepted it.
Curious about why I'd stopped at the front desk before we left, I'd waved it off saying I just wanted them to bring up some more towels.
But still, there was something nagging at you.
I didn't seem as present as usual.
Or, rather, I seemed a bit distracted.
Excitedly so. Like I'd put something in place that had yet to be realized, but was in the works. Because I couldn't stop smiling.
And at some point, you'd stopped asking if everything as okay, because you were "reading" my excitement.
Feeling my anticipation.
Dinner was fantastic.
We'd found a great Mexican place -- not as good as Rocco's of course -- but yummy, with homemade guac (and tasty margs for you).
And you -- so you -- deliberately flirted openly with the handsome young waiter, commenting on his strong arms, nice smile ("a smile I'm sure all the good girls love -- and so do the bad girls, but I bet you already know that, don't you?") and as you say it, you're squeezing my leg under the table, knowing you're getting the EoJ going...
By the time we got in the Uber to go back to the hotel, both of us were feeling gooood.
We kissed in the back seat, tongues finding one another, sharing flavors from dinner.
"Mmmm that marg tastes good in your mouth, baby."
"Mmmm, yeah did you want me to invite that waiter back to the hotel for us?"
Hands also not still in the back seat, both yours and mine slowly and steadily climbing up the inside of our respective thighs until...
Mmmmm we both reach the top, my fingers lightly graze your panties under your dress and yours touch the underside of my balls.
It's electric for both of us, and enough to have us primed as we get into the hotel, into the elevator, and down the hall toward our rooms.
I can't keep my hands off your delicious body, your magnificent tits, that oh-so-squeezable ass, and you seem primed and willing and ready.
You're so excited that you don't notice my next level of excitement, and when we get to your door, we both stop.
You, confused, because we always go into our own rooms separately rather than go in one room together.
"It's okay," I say, and we slide the card key, open the door and enter your dark room.
You step in and I follow, letting the door close behind me as I grab your arm, spin you around, put you up against the wall, and kiss you. Hard.
You kiss me back. Wanting.
As we kiss, I hastily unzip the back of your dress and let it drop to the floor.
I'm highly aware that you're standing in front of me in nothing but panties and your heels.
I'm excited as can be, and you can feel it through the front of my pants.
You ARE feeling it through the front of my pants.
Fuck your hand feels good on my very hard dick.
And I can feel an urgency in you, too.
"I have to go into my room real quick," I say. "If you need to go to the bathroom, do it now, and then come in to join me. When you come in, I want you wearing exactly what you're wearing now. Nothing more, nothing less."
You say, "Okay," a little confused but setting it aside, and as I disappear behind the adjoining doors, you quickly go to the bathroom, and then step between the doors into my room.
Wearing your panties and your high heels.
And see there are 4 men waiting for you.
Me and three others.
All of them in various stages of undress, all very good looking, all smiling at you.
"What the...?" you look at me, very curiously.
"Mmhmm," I say, smiling back.
"You're about to fulfill a fucking fantasy. We," I say gesturing toward the others," are here to service you, to make you feel like a queen, to make you feel like a goddess."
"Wow, I don't know what to say. I don't know what to DO! Or, I don't know WHO to do!?" Your response is perfect, and all the men in the room smile at your ability to break the tension so easily.
My turn to speak, "Never fear, my dear, all will become quite apparent in the next few hours. First, please just walk down the row and say hello to everyone -- no names, please, boys, just adore your queen."
You step into the room. And with that step, I see your confidence rise, I see your willingness increase, I see your desire intensify, I see you BECOME the queen.
And fuck it's unbelievably hot to watch as you make your way to each one of the men, and I watch as you offer your hand to the first of the other three, which he graciously kisses, looking you straight in your blue eyes, saying, "My god you're stunningly beautiful."
The next man kisses your hand, and I hear him whisper something to you, but can't make out what it is.
"Why yes, you may," you say to him, demurely looking at me with a very sly smile on your face.
And I watch as his rather large Black hand reaches to grasp one of your firm ripe White breasts.
Mmmmmm wow, that's a visual I won't soon forget.
As he squeezes, he bows to you in admiration.
When the next man whispers something to you, I assume it's the same, but at his whispered request, I see your eyes go wide, and you glance across the room at me. Smiling intensely. "THAT" look...
That "babyyyyy...I did a thing...cuz feelng youuuu" look.
You look back at him, deep into his eyes, place your hand on his chest, and let it drift down as you say, "Well let me put it this way. If I know my man, he has a plan for this evening, and I don't want to jump the gun. That said," now with your hand at the waistband of his boxer shorts with an obvious bulge inside, "I see you're quite excited at the moment, so why don't I just give him a handshake hello instead of a kiss..."
And you slide down the front of his boxers and take his firmness in your hand as we watch his body quiver and melt at your touch. And the other two men wish they'd been so bold, but they also know that their time with you will come.
And so, presumably and happily, will they.
I walked over to you, eyes locked on yours, hands reaching for the sides of your face, pulling your mouth, lips and tongue into mine in a long and loving embrace.
I stepped back and softly said, "Feel like being the star of the show?"
"Mmhmm I dooo," you said, looking back at me, "But I have one question."
"Anything, love, anything."
Gesturing around the room at the other half-naked men, "Are they...viewers? Or...participants?"
"That, my dear, will be entirely up to you. They are here for you. You may include them as you like, individually or together. I was thinking that maybe to get things started, they might like to watch for a bit, if that's okay?"
Heads around the room all nod enthusiastically.
"Mmmmm that sounds delightful," you say, now reaching down the front of my boxers to feel how hard you've made me.
"Oooooh and this feeeels delightful," you smile, and we kiss again, and fuck me your lips on mine are just electric.
"One more thing you should know," I say, taking your hand and walking you to the bed.
"They have all been briefed about how important your pleasure is to ME, but they have also been briefed on how exciting MY pleasure is to YOU. So they aim to do everything necessary to excite you, even if that means exciting me in the process, okay?"
"Oh fuckkkk you know me sooo well," you say excitedly. "Let's get to it."
"Since you want them to watch," I said, sliding my boxers all the ay off and revealing my thick and very hard cock, "Let's give them the best possible view. I'm going to sit right here," I said, sitting on the edge of the bed, "And you're going to sit. Right. Here."
Indicating my lap. And more specifically, my dick.
"Mmmmm ok," you said, facing me and straddling me with your knees on the bed and your magnificent round tits perfectly in my face.
Perfectly at my mouth.
I couldn't resist, so as you reached down between your legs to guide me in, taking a moment to look at the wide eyed smiles of the other three men, I brought both my hands to your breasts, moaning as I squeezed them and brough the nipples to my lips, kissing them, sucking them, and then extending my tongue to lick your firm, buttery, velvety nipples.
Fuck yes, the motherboard.
With a moan of your own, you easily slid down over me, down down down, feeling every fucking inch of me enter you, until you reached the very base of my shaft.
I was in heaven, licking and sucking because my god your breasts are the fucking most delicious.
And I took a second to look at the three men, now kneeling on the floor at my feet, and they were staring at my cock as it slid into your pussy.
I think "agog" is the right word to describe the looks on their faces.
And then, youuuuu, your hands went up into your hair, your eyes closed, you leaned backward in full goddess pose, and you started rocking your hips back and forth on my cock.
