"Everything is arranged," Veronica says.
She sits down at our table, sips her coffee, smiles at me.
I'm uneasy. It's a hot idea, but I'm really not that adventurous. No, this idea isn't just hot, it's wild. Crazy wild.
"Veronica, are you sure about this?"
"I thought we agreed. You're not backing out, are you?"
"No."
"Good. It's all set up. They have the room number and they said she'll be there at nine sharp. Her name is Maria."
Last week the idea seemed like a marvelous lark. We would have an "escort" service send a girl to us in a hotel. A few wild hours to celebrate the beginning of our third year together. Everyone says the average lesbian relationship lasts two years, but we're starting our third. Veronica thought of a way to celebrate, and last week the idea did excite me.
But now I don't know. Yes, I do know -- I'm still excited, but I'm uncertain about it. Uncertain about what? I don't really know. Anyway, it's too late, the arrangements have been made. I agreed, didn't I?
Veronica and I leave the restaurant and walk the two blocks to the hotel where we've reserved a room. I'm sorry about the hotel now, because I think I'd be more comfortable in our apartment. But Veronica insisted on the hotel room. She never likes strangers coming to our place. Silly, isn't it? I wouldn't mind it at home at all.
It's a good hotel, not cheap. Veronica never likes anything cheap. We ride the elevator to the sixteenth floor, and once we're inside the large luxuriously appointed room I feel much better.
Veronica kisses my lips lightly, her fingers pinching one of my nipples through my blouse. "Why don't the two of us stay the night here afterwards? We'll have room service bring us breakfast in bed."
I tell her I'd love it. What a marvelous idea!
Precisely at nine o'clock, someone knocks on the door. Veronica goes to the door, opens it, and a tall brunette walks in smiling at us.
"Hi, I'm Maria. I'm not late, am I?"
She's stunning, maybe twenty-five, long dark hair, dark eyes, a willowy figure in a tight red dress, sheer dark hose and strap sandals with stiletto heels.
Now it's Veronica who is not so confident. Maria is more than we expected. Much more. I actually thought we might have a bubble-gum chewing bimbo on our hands, but this is something else.
Veronica introduces us. Maria smiles, looks at us warmly. "If you have something to drink, I'd love it."
"Scotch? There should be some in that little bar."
"That's fine." She puts her purse down on the dresser, and she walks to the window to look at the lights of the city. "Nice view, isn't it?"
The view I'm looking at is nice also. What I'm looking at is her round ass. Her dress is so tight the curve of each cheek is visible. Her legs are lovely too, with full calves and slender ankles.
Veronica brings each of us a drink, and then she returns with her own.
Maria lifts her glass and says: "I can see you're both nervous. But just relax and we'll have a great time."
Veronica has recovered some of her poise. "Do you often get two...?
"Two women?"
"Yes."
Maria laughs. "Not as often as I'd like. But it happens once in a while, and I think tonight will be one of the better times because I already like both of you. Really."
I wonder if she's merely saying that. It's for money, isn't it? But she seems honest; she has an open honest face and I believe she does like us. That's crazy, isn't it? We've bought her time, and yet I still want her to like us.
Maria asks permission to switch on the radio, and she finds a soft rock station that mellows the mood quickly.
Maria says: "Do you have anything particular in mind, or would you like me to start things?"
Veronica looks at me and we agree with our eyes. "There's nothing particular," Veronica says.
Maria gives us a pretty smile. "All right, why don't you both sit and I'll do a strip for you and we'll see how it goes."
Veronica and I sit down in the two easy chairs. The ice is shaking in my glass. I'm nervous again, but now it's because my excitement is so intense. Yes, I want to watch her strip. I want to see what she has under that tight red dress.
The beat of the music is heavy and sexual. She's adept, graceful, her hips swaying just enough to make her movements totally erotic. The dress has a hidden zipper that runs completely down her right side, and she pulls at it slowly, slowly, opening her covering, peeling herself open, emerging like some ripe tropical fruit from its outer skin. When the zipper is down to her thigh, she pushes the dress off each shoulder and she wiggles it down, drops it to the carpet and steps out of it.
Veronica glances at me, a smile hovering at her lips. She's excited; I can see it in her eyes.
Maria is a hot dream. She wears a red lace bra that pushes up her full breasts, a red g-string, a thin red garter belt to hold up her dark hose. She smiles and deliberately turns to show us the rear view, and my excitement intensifies because I like asses and this one is exquisite. Her ass is totally exposed because the thong of the g-string is tight between the full round cheeks, tight in the dark deep split.
While she still has her back to us, she unhooks the bra and removes it, tosses it away, then slowly turns to face us again with her hands lifting her breasts and holding them out to us like two melons. The areolas are wide and brown, the nipples thick and mouth watering.
