Wednesday, two days away Pamela called. She asked me to join her that evening for drinks at the Hilton at 7:00. I dressed as she suggested, in my "little black dress", hoped I would please her and waited in the lobby as she told me to. I saw her as she entered the building with a handsome white man. Both were dressed rather well for an evening out. They approached me and Pamela introduced Charles as a visiting business man from Philadelphia.
I said hello and he took my hand and kissed my cheek. I remember him saying I smelled wonderful. We went into the bar found a table and ordered drinks. Pamela excused herself and she and I went to the ladies room. She told me that Charles was a very important client and she wanted us "both" to make a very good impression on him. Her meaning was clear. I am such a slut I actually said: "Yes Ma'am, I understand." We returned to the bar where he stood and pulled out my chair next to him and a chair for Pamela on the other side. The drinks arrived and we chatted about lots of things but nothing special.
As we talked I was looking at Pamela, particularly her facial expressions. It was dark in the bar so unless you were at our table you would never know what was going on. When she closed her eyes for a long moment I noticed his left hand and arm on Pamelas side of the table were in his lap or under the table. She opened her eyes looked him in the eyes and smiled. He returned the smile. The hand and arm were back on the table. As he raised his hand to his face I thought I saw him smelling his fingers.
As he moved his right hand and arm under the table I knew what was going to happen and I was not wrong. I first felt his hand on my knee. He pushed pulled my dress up until his hand was on my thigh. I looked at him and not by accident smiled my approval. As Pamela had told me I was not wearing pantyhose. It was amazing to see the conversation continue as though nothing was happening. I was sure he had just put his finger in Pamela and we were chatting on and on. Then I knew he had fingered her because as he pushed my thong aside he was doing me. Hard to imaging this could have happened if it were not dark and if we were not all willing participants playing his game. As he fingered me I smiled my approval while looking in his eyes. He smiled back as he smelled his hand. He leaned toward me and whispered: "As I told you earlier, you smell wonderful." He looked at Pamela and asked: "Shall we leave?"
As we left the bar and headed to the elevator I remember thinking I was about to have sex with a man I did not know and would likely never see again because Pamela demanded it. As we entered the elevator Pamela grasped my hand and squeezed it as if to say "good girl." I squeezed her hand back.
Pamela had the key to the suite. As we entered she turned on soft music. I went to the balcony windows and looked out at the night sky. Pamela asked him if she should return in a few hours. He replied that she should stay. As I turned I saw her smile and nod yes.
I walked to the bed and sat on the edge. He smiled and motioned for Pamela to approach him. When she did he turned her facing away from him and unbuttoned her skirt. As it dropped to the floor, she was naked beneath. He turned, put his hands on my shoulders, and sort of pulled me into a standing position. He turned me as well facing away from him and unzipped my dress. As it fell to the floor he unhooked my bra turned me facing him and took my bra off. I was naked except for my thong, he smiled. He touched one of my breasts, his finger circling my nipple. He reached down and removed my thong running his hand between my legs. He turned to Pamela, unbuttoned her blouse and took off her bra. Pamelas breasts were amazing and he could not resist. He reached out and fondled them pinching the nipples. As he touched her I found myself getting aroused. I wanted to watch them together.
