I slid the card into the door impatiently, ready to be inside the four walls of my hotel room. I pushed the door open, and strode confidently inside, turning to welcome the two of you in. I looked briefly into your eyes and smiling, turned to look at Erin. Tall, blonde, in excellent shape thanks to her almost fanatical exercise schedule, Erin looked incredible in the short, black dress.
She moved towards me, before I ever had a chance to think. She pushed her fingers into my short brown hair, pulling me closer to her, until her mouth met mine for a long, very thorough kiss. Her tongue darted into my mouth, rubbing lightly against mine, before she withdrew and slowly sucked my tongue into her mouth. Tasting it like it was the finest chocolate. She moaned against my mouth, sending shivers down my body.
She moved her hands up to slowly unbutton my shirt, pushing it off my shoulders, and letting it slide down my arms until the French cuffs caught at my wrist. I tried to move my hands to pull them free, but she refused me the freedom, instead, pulling my hands together behind me, leaving me completely helpless as she opened the front closure on my bra letting my titties fall free. Small but perky, I've always been envious of women with more substantial cleavage, but as she moved her mouth from side to side, kissing her way around each nipple, biting the undersides, then slowly pressing her flat tongue across the nipple in a slow, sultry lick, I was envious of no other woman.
She sucked one nipple into her mouth, pulling it deeper with each consecutive pulse of her mouth. I whimpered in my frustration. While enjoying this assault on my body, I felt helpless, I wanted to touch her as well. I wanted to lock my hands into her long blonde hair as she moved to the other nipple, treating it with the same worshipful attention.
I opened my eyes and scanned the room to find you standing, leaning against the wall, enjoying the show. I pleaded to you with my eyes, to help me, to free me from the confines of my shirt so I could better participate. You shook your head at me, smiling at my frustration at being so completely out of control.
Looking up at me now, Erin followed my gaze over to you, and she let my nipple pop out of her mouth long enough to say, "You don't mind watching for a bit, do you? I'd really like her all to myself first."
You shook your head no, you didn't mind and smiled at me. You were torturing me even more. You knew how desperately I wanted you to fuck me. You knew how much I wanted your dick deep inside my pussy. I could feel the emptiness there now, and I growled low in my throat at what I assumed was a disappointment to the way I had envisioned this evening's plans.
"Why don't you be a dear, and sit over in that chair, you should have a perfect view from there," she pointed to the big, soft recliner that was closest to the bed. "And you, I promise you won't be disappointed," she said to me as she again returned to teasing my titties, rubbing, biting, nibbling, sucking, licking, never stopping in one place for long, I was frantic now in my arousal.
She pushed me back against the bed, I felt my knees hit the edge, and with no use of my hands to help break my fall, I fell hard, and bounced a bit as I hit. Erin followed me quickly, sliding her hands up my legs until she reached the hem of my skirt. She started to simply push it up to my waist, but thought better of it. She slid the zipper that now rested on my hip quickly down until she had enough room to pull the skirt completely off.
"Well, aren't you a brave girl, going to a dinner like that with no panties. I bet that was your idea wasn't it?" she asked of you as she slid her hands all the way from my knees to my hips.
"Absolutely," you answer.
"Good choice, I bet you thought about bending her over that table and fucking her 'till she screamed all night long."