Amber Wave bit her lower lip and toyed with the key in her hand. She knew that once she unlocked the door she was committing herself to a fantasy she'd only imagined. Her throat went suddenly dry and her palms began to sweat. Taking a deep breath she slid the keycard in and watched the light flash green. The door opened and she stepped in.
Three men sat at a small hotel room table. Cards were held in beefy fingers and chips littered the polished surface. They all looked at Amber and she felt her pulse race. Her gaze held each ones for a brief moment, before she set her overnight bag down.
"I guess I owe you five grand," Jon said as he rose from the table.
Amber knew it was Jon. She knew each one of the men, though this was the first time she was actually meeting them in person. Jon pushed in his chair, reached in his wallet and tossed it toward Mark. Mark chuckled, reached in and pulled out several green bills. Amber watched as he rolled them up and stuffed them in the front pocket of his jeans. Jon had said he was well off, now she'd seen the proof.
"You bet him I wouldn't come?" Amber asked, slipping her shoes off and kicking them to the side.
"He did," the third voice chimed in. Adam picked up the bottle of beer he'd been nursing and leaned back in his seat. "I however knew you'd come. You've wanted this too long."
Amber blushed and nodded her head. What Adam said was true. She had fantasized about each man, whether it was just a one on one meeting or a group. It didn't matter to Amber, each one made her feel beautiful, something she herself never believed.
"It feels odd though, just walking in here like this. . . I'm not sure what to do," she admitted and pulled off her jacket. Jon was there, taking it from her hand hanging it in the closet. She thanked him and then Mark rose, offering her a wine cooler, knowing she didn't like the taste of beer. She thanked him, but decided to pass up the offer. She wanted no excuses when the morning came. Amber shuffled nervously on her bare feet as she tried to settle the racing of her heart.
Adam rose from the chair and walked over to Amber. She watched his movements, a fluttering in her belly just one of the signs that overcame her whenever she looked upon the older man. His salt and pepper gray hair was somewhat curly. It hung just over the collar of his dress shirt and the tie he wore hung loose around his neck. She remembered the way he looked in his pics and on the web cam. When he reached her, she felt herself sway toward him, blush brighter and then whimper softly when his hand caressed her cheek.
"I've been wanting to do that since the first time I saw your picture," he told her and ran a finger along her jaw.
Amber bit her lower lip and then felt Jon's breath brushing against her neck. She shivered as the soft strands of hair rose up and seemed to beg for his attention. Jon chuckled and ran his lips across her neck, while his fingers toyed with the bobby pins she had in her long copper hair.
"I've been wanting to do that," he whispered, repeating words that Adam had just spoken. She leaned back and felt his chest against her back. Her lids fluttered closed and then they opened just enough to watch Mark step in. She felt his lips on her collar bone and praised herself for still standing.
"Amber I don't think you have to worry about what to do. Since we arranged this little get together a few months ago, we've all been a little nervous. But it is something we've all imagined. . . and wanted," Adam said and then stepped back and removed his tie and shirt. Amber watched him, continuing to whimper and gasp as Jon and Mark slowly removed her clothing.
She felt strong fingers skim down her arms and then rest on her hips. She knew they were Jon's; his hands were soft; he claimed it was because he was a pencil pusher and had grown up a city kid. She didn't care though, she loved the soft skin as it curled around her shirt's hem and grazed up her sides. Amber felt a bit of self-consciousness when her spaghetti strap top was off and her strapless bra was all that hid her large breasts. She reached up to cover herself but stopped when Adam shook his head no, seconds before Mark pulled her arms away.
Jon's fingers had managed to free her long curly hair and he now toyed with it as he casually made his way down her back to play with the snap of the offending satin and lace. She felt one hook, then another, followed by a third; her bra was soon only held up because of the fullness that was buried inside the material.
"Mark, you concentrate on the front while I learn how straight this lass's spine is," Jon whispered and gathered Amber's locks into one hand, swept it over her shoulder and let it spill across her chest. She shivered when she felt his tongue begin to trace the shape of his intended path. The tip trailed a line of moisture that made her skin grow warm and pink.
Mark chuckled, more than willing to do as his friend had suggested. He stood at an angle, allowing Adam the view he desired. Amber shifted nervously; her fingers, clenched in fists, remained at her side. She tried to remain calm, but her body betrayed her. The scent of her sex was already wafting up to mingle with the aroma of both feminine and masculine colognes. She breathed deep, enjoying the different fragrances and then took in her own natural perfume and closed her eyes.
She felt Mark's hands take the sides of her bra. He tugged gently and then she heard a low moan of approval from both Adam and Mark. She smiled softly, opened the lids that covered her dark green eyes. The sight of the two men's faces, told her that she was desired. Butterflies erupted deep in her stomach. She got bolder and ran her palm down her chest, cupping one breast and squeezing it gently. As she did, she felt a nip to the small of her back and jerked from the electric jolt that spread through her back and skated around her hips to settle on the top of her pussy. "Oh my,"she whispered. Her ass pressed back into Jon's personal space and she felt his hands grip both cheeks.
He was on his knees now, she could tell by the loss of his chest that she had been leaning against. Mark covered her hand and squeezed the generous mound of flesh she was holding, then pushed her hand away and lifted it up for Adam's inspection. "Beautiful isn't she?" he asked, though no one needed an answer.
Adam gave one though, nodding his head and then reaching to remove his slacks. She'd noted that each man had already removed shoes and socks. She also knew that each man had come to the hotel room, prepared to leave if Amber didn't show up or if she said no. Now that she was willingly there, and allowing the other two men to undress her, everyone knew this fantasy was going to become a reality.
She, Jon, Mark and Adam wanted the same things, just for different reasons. She wanted to be the slut that lived inside her head, the fantasy woman that lay on a bed and was covered in the seed of many. Adam was to be the man in charge. Mark as well as Jon simply wanted to sample the delights Amber had been showing them after conquering weeks of self-doubt. There were no promises of love or devotion. Friendship and respect existed between them all as well as lust and curiosity.
Amber looked back to Mark and watched as his fingers brushed against one of her nipples. She watched it grow thicker and harder. The ridges of her areola poked out and she gasped when the pad of his thumb brushed against them. He moved and pressed a kiss just above the pink-hued circle; her throat allowed a growl of impatience to escape. Soft chuckles came from each man and she grinned. Her left hand came up to play with Mark's blond hairs and she felt its softness against her palm. "Aww, Mark, don't tease," she whispered.
Her body was burning. She watched Mark step away and felt Jon's hands on her jeans. The button was soon popped free, the zipper hauled down and as Jon unwrapped her, Mark and Adam watched with looks of hunger clearly written on their faces.
Jon's hands pulled the denim down, and held one leg then the other as she stepped out of them. She heard a low whistle and looked down to see his eyes focusing in on her white bikini-cut panty. She hooked her fingers into the band and began to shimmy herself out of them, and giggled when Jon picked them up, breathed deep the scent of her and then tucked them into his back pocket.
"A souvenir?" she asked, "Are you going to forget me?" she teased.
Jon rolled his eyes and then playfully slapped her naked ass. "I doubt any of us will forget this night. "Do you still want everything we talked about?" he asked, then looked over to the other men.