He was handsome. That much had been very obvious to Kate the minute she had met him. He was tall and fit and cut a striking figure in the suit he wore (this time, it was a gray one with a stark white shirt and black and red tie, making him a devilish sort of apparition). He had tossed his jacket across one of the chairs in the hotel room, revealing his black and red suspenders (a nice and classy touch, Kate thought), and had instantly started to work on the bottle of champagne.
"This is a nice room," Kate muttered, half to the others there, and mostly to herself. She'd never been in a hotel this posh. Not even on her honeymoon, where her and Sanders had taken a trip up to a mountain town and stayed in a smallish log cabin perched high above the tourist shops below. She started to feel a little rumble in her stomach.
"Yeah, we like it," Julie's voice was smooth, as she was, "we stay here as often as we can." She sat on the bed--well, laid across was a better term, stretching her legs out. Kate felt a bit intimidated by her. It was natural. While she was nearly ten years older than Kate, Julie looked like a model. Well, more accurately, someone who probably tried modeling in the past.
Her nose was a bit pointed, her eyes a little off. But she was, physically, gorgeous, with pert full breasts visible in her low cut dress, and long lean legs that trust out of her skirt.
(Earlier, at dinner, she had noticed Sanders looking at them. He had told her, one time during a midnight conversation they had in bed, one of those times when they were dating and they would go at it like rabbits then collapse into each other's arms and share secrets, he had told her he was a leg man.)
What did Kate have on Julie? Bigger boobs, bigger butt. Bigger thighs. God--her thighs. She still remembered when, as a teen, her grandmother had looked at her and sighed.
"You've got your mom's and my thighs."
She didn't understand it, but as she grew she noticed they got bigger. She tried to work them out, to tone them, and toned they got, but they were still huge.
Her concentration on Julie was broken by the pop of the champagne. She glanced over at Sanders, who was standing with his back to the wall--his normal position in life. She smiled at him, and beckoned him to come over. He smiled back and walked to her side.
"I hope you don't mind--I know the flutes are supposed to help the bubbles, but I'm old fashioned in some ways." Mark, the handsome man Kate had been admiring, poured into round, globe shaped glasses, the kind Kate had only seen in old black and white movies. The kind Humphrey Bogart would drink from.
It was amazingly sexy. And the butterflies in her stomach started again.
He handed a glass to Kate and then Julie. He then passed one to Sanders and pulled the last one up into the air.
"I suggest a toast. Nouveau depart--to new beginnings." He said while trusting his glass out. The other three responded in kind.
Kate looked as they started to sip the bubbly, she looked at how beautiful Mark and Julie were together. In their forties, with two teenage sons. Sanders and her had gotten to know them over the past weeks, thanks to a couple of dinners together and a few chats online. He was a judge--a freaking judge. She was the perfect stay at home mom who volunteered for everything. A power couple. Maybe not the kind of people Sanders and her wanted to be, but something she could respect. There was an authoritative demeanor about them, something that permeated the air around them. A quiet sense of confidence and certainty--something neither Sanders or her had.
It was so hot. She drank a large gulp of champagne to help her cool down a bit and to quiet the quakes going on in her body. But it didn't help either one.
Especially when Julie took the glass from her hand and started to kiss her.
Her lips were so soft, like...like...well, she couldn't think at that moment. But they were soft. But her tongue--it was so dominate, so powerful. So the right thing.
Julie pulled away and smiled.
"Sorry, I just couldn't help myself," She walked over to Sanders, "Sometimes, I just have to go after what I want."
Kate looked over at Mark, who was removing his shirt. He wasn't chiseled, but very fit. He was smiling--an odd sort of smile, like one you saw on cartoons when the fox finally got near the egg.
"Sanders, can you help with this?" Julie had backed up to him, pulling her long brown hair aside, showing the zipper to her dress. Sanders smiled a bit, and slowly pulled it down. The black dress fell around her like the leaves of fall, revealing a black corset and garters, with thigh high hose pulled tight.
And no panties.
She walked over to Kate and kissed her again, this time a bit more forceful. Kate felt her hands start to search over Julie's body, first on her arms then her back, before finally landing around her ass. She hesitated for a minute, wondering if she should, but then she remembered the commitment she had made to herself. No backing down.
So she gave the ass a slap.
Julie pulled away and crinkled her nose at Kate, giving way to a smile of satisfaction. Kate smiled back (probably too innocently but...she couldn't take it back now).
Julie pulled Kate's blouse over her head, then peeled off her bra the same way--not taking the time to even unhook it. She felt Julies mouth immediately attach to her left breast, while her right one was being felt. She closed her eyes.
She was standing in a room with her husband and another couple. Topless. With the other woman suckling her tits. This should be wrong--no it was and she should...she should...
Julie's hand found their way between her legs. And the feeling was not in any way without pleasure.
She heard the zip of her pleather skirt (it was the sexiest thing she felt she owned), she felt it fall to her feet. She felt her nylons pulled off. She felt Julie rubbing against the silk of her underwear. She felt Julie finding her way underneath them. She felt Julie inside her.
She moaned. Maybe for the first time in ten years. But she moaned.
Julie tossed her on the bed, and spread her legs with force. She then began to eat her--oh God, it was like...like...again Kate couldn't think. She found herself pulling on the comforter of the bed. She had imagined something like this for a while--her secret she had shared with Sanders so many years ago. But it was different, different than any way she had imagined. This was better.
Kate looked at Sanders, and saw a different person. Her husband, the shy one, the uncomfortable one...he was gone. In his place was a person wearing a look of shock and awe, of someone seeing something they had imagined seeing for years, but now that it was in front of them?
Kate felt her back flatten a bit, and her muscles tense up. Then, Julie was gone. She lifted her head to see Mark had pulled Julie back by her hair. He kissed her cheek.
"Save some for the rest of us." Mark whispered, and pushed her aside. Julie smiled as he did. Now Kate could see him--he was completely naked. His erection was, well, huge--bigger than Sanders. She hoped that wouldn't frighten him. When they had first started discussing it, Sanders had specifically mentioned his discomfort with his penis size. And now Mark was there, looking like some sort of porn star.
She felt Mark pull her closer to the edge of the bed, and start exploring her with his fingers. He pulled her hand to his cock, letting her play with it. He kissed her while she did, a full powerful kiss--that air that she had felt about him now fully physical.
God, she was so turned on.
He pulled her hand away from him as he broke the kiss. He looked her up and down and he pinned her wrists on the bed.
"I'm going to enjoy this. You are going to fucking love it."
Kate just nodded.
***
He was perfect. Julie loved it when she was right. He had stood there while she had eaten his wife, mouth a bit open, simultaneously unnerved and excited about what was going on. He was exactly what she was looking for.
