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.
