It had been a tiring trip. From the moment I knew that I had to make this very quick business trip, I was dreading it. Well, too late now. I had arrived, and the meeting in the late morning tomorrow could just wait. I wanted to have a drink down at the bar.
As usual with hotel bars, the clientele was mostly middle aged white guys, businessmen all, most just looking to lose themselves in their favorite drink, and dreaming of meeting someone to hook up with. Just like me.
I sat at the bar, ordered a glass of red wine, and just casually took in the place. The bartender was a cute young thing, mid 20's, nice tight white blouse, form fitting black slacks, and knew that a little flirting got her maximum tips. So, the top two buttons of that blouse were undone, and I could see a hint of a black bra underneath. I am still amazed at how that hint of black underneath a white top always grabs the attention.
Unlike most nights when I am traveling, the hotel bar was actually a bit busy, and about almost a third of the patrons were women. So I asked the bartender what was up. She smiled, a knowing smile.
"There's a group of women here having a conference for some national not-for-profit. They all seem to love it here, dance with each other when the music gets going, and have a great time. And they tip good."
To be honest, I hadn't noted that they had live music here. And right after I found out, the artist walked back off on her break. She was a cute gal, probably thirty. She had a keyboard set up. She played a little of everything, and, to be honest, made the keyboard sound like maybe six or seven different instruments. The women applauded when she began again. Two or three walked up, put money in the tip jar, and wrote down a song to have played. The keyboardist definitely was getting to this group - she kept playing their requests, and adding songs that kept a real upbeat tempo, with a touch of eroticism to each successive song. "Love Shack", "Girls Just Want to Have Fun", anything by gal bands of the 70's and 80's. And these gals were all up and dancing with each other - groups of three to five, all getting into the music, moving those butts back and forth, laughing, and generally making it totally unsafe for any guy to approach one of them alone. After about an hour of this, the keyboardist announced that Cyndi had requested a special song - "I kissed a Girl", and that group went nuts. Hoots and catcalls to Cyndi. Was I the only guy watching this?
Well, as it turned out, I was just about the only guy left in the bar. Most of the others were gone, either because they knew they wouldn't have a chance, they hated the music, or the $7 beer just got to them. I don't know why. There was just me and one other guy sitting there, nursing our drinks, and watching all the fun.
Cyndi was in her mid 30's, very 80's like blonde hair, a cute face with pouty lips, nice boobs, and long legs. She met the definition of MILF, in all her glory. She was wearing tight jeans, a silky red blouse with a tank top underneath, and if she was wearing a bra, it was damn sheer, because her nipples were pouting out underneath that silk. Cyndi grabbed one of the gals she was sitting with and pulled her to the dance floor. This gal was a lot younger, I thought, maybe just turned 21. Hell, she could have been anywhere from 17 to 24, and since the drinking age here was 18, maybe she was younger. She was a brunette, long legged, wearing a short jean skirt with a couple of cotton tanks or T's on top. That layered look. She had long, straight hair, down below her shoulders. And she had that "Girls Gone Wild" smile, and just got into this song. Those two gals did everything but lick each other on the dance floor. Hands pressing, moving all over their bodies, and they were kissing. I mean, they were actually kissing on the dance floor, and it wasn't some pretend thing. The tongues were moving in and out, and they gave new meaning to "eating face".
The rest of the women went wild. I thought we were at some strip club, not a bar at one of the best hotels in the city. Maybe it was because it was late, maybe it was because they were all blotto, maybe they all were living life to the fullest while away from home. Who knew? But the next half hour was pretty amazing. All the women dancing, lots of furtive touching, and Cyndi and her gal pal in the corner kissing and rubbing their boobs, hands on each other's thighs. I just watched them for a while.
"Nice, isn't it," a man's voice said. I was startled. This was the last thing I thought of while I was watching.
"Excuse me?" I said. I was really surprised and totally off guard.
"The girls," he said, "what they are doing." As if I didn't know that's what he meant.
"Oh, absolutely, better than anything I could be watching on the TV in my room." I replied. He was right, it was awesome, and it sure beat those soft-porn movies that cost $10.
"The girl in the skirt is Lane, but I don't know the other girl." he continued. How did he know her name?
"I am pretty sure it's Cyndi who requested the song." I said.
"God, this is making me horny. I just love it when Lane gets it on with another woman," said my new found companion.
Okay, I had to know. "I know what you mean. Nothing turns me on more than watching two gals make love to each other. Gets me totally hard. How do you know Lane?"
Then he dropped the bombshell. "She's my wife."
"Oh wow! You've got to be kidding." I blurted out. Ok, I'm not very original, but all of a sudden this conversation was getting new meaning for me. "You are one lucky guy." I continued.
Silence for a bit, and we continued watching the show. I am hoping that this guy had struck up the conversation for a reason.
"Being Bi is such a turn on," he said, breaking the silence. "I mean, Lane is Bi, and from the day I found out, it has just given me more and more pleasure, knowing that enjoying both sexes is all a part of who we are."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. Just watching those two, and knowing that pretty soon they are going to go up to a room and really get it on. It makes me so damn hot, I can hardly stand it. And being Bi doubles your chances of scoring." There I said it. I am not sure that he said that he was Bi, but he did say who "we" are. And right now, just maybe, this might open up something for me tonight.
"It sure does and I am about ready to call my bet. If I asked you to go to my room with me right now, would you do it?" he asked.
"You mean, you and me - getting it on?" I exclaimed.
"Exactly." he said.
"What's the bet?" I asked.
