I wrote two versions of this same story for whichever lights your fire. The first is Woman Writing for Women Erotica, the second is more porn. Just skip ahead to the **ALL CAPS** title you prefer. At the end of of each story is the opportunity for you to choose the direction the story takes. Choose wisely.
**** SARAH AND VERONICA'S BOUTIQUE HOTEL (WOMAN WRITING FOR WOMEN EROTICA) **********
It was late on a Friday as Jessica and Steve pulled into the lovely boutique hotel in Sarasota she had found online. The owners, Veronica and Sarah, were sisters, she assumed by their shared last name, though they looked nothing alike. The trip was a work trip for Steve; she would probably be stuck helping. So she tried not to linger too long on their photos, but temptations cannot be avoided altogether. She had grown to appreciate women in an older age group as the fine wines they had become.
Sarah had gorgeous red hair and a shapely body. She wasn't hesitant about almost displaying her milky white breasts in the low-cut top she wore on the company website page. Her sister Veronica was a natural beauty with curly blonde locks mixed with large, comfortable swatches of gray. Clearly very tall, there was evidence of the strength of the body she hid behind her baggy shirt and loose jeans. During her private time, she pictured herself with one or the other sister in the months leading up to the trip.
The directions the owners sent Jessica were straightforward to follow. Veronica and Sarah had been so sweet during the initial booking conversation that Jessica found herself looking for reasons to chat with them during the months since she originally made the reservation.
The questions started out reasonably enough, "what activities do you recommend in the area? I see you're full that weekend. Is there overflow parking?"
Then, she felt herself almost desperate to converse with them. "Is there coffee in the room? A maximum number of suitcases?"
"This is getting stupid. They must think I'm some sort of weirdo."
No matter how goofy her questions, they always answered sweetly and, she noticed, in much more detail than necessary. Her sense was they were just as interested in talking to her as she was them. She had even sent them several photos of her so they would "recognize her" when she checked in. The images she chose had several things in common. They showed her long dark hair and exotic Asian/Italian look, and she was roughly the same age as them. For reasons she didn't notice then, they were all her alone.
When it was finally time to meet, she was beyond excited, as if visiting too old friends. Part of her couldn't help but whisper, "And who knows, maybe one of them has a wild side."
"I'll check in," Jessica called back at Steve as she leaped from the car, leaving him behind to unload the suitcases.
She almost stumbled rushing up the stairs into the small coffee house that served as their front desk. They were both sitting at the front desk dressed almost exactly as they were in the photos she had been ogling these past months.
"Hi, I'm Jessica!" She blurted out so quickly she was sure they couldn't understand her.
Oh my God, she thought, they are going to think I am an idiot.
Veronica smiled at her warmly. "Hi Jessica, welcome to our home. We've been looking forward to meeting you."
Two things jumped out at Jessica immediately. The first was they were both even more beautiful in person than she imagined. Sarah smiled so warmly that it melted her heart and heated her loins. Veronica's look and voice were hypnotic, and she felt like she was being dipped in honey, sunshine, and lust. They were breathtaking in a way she was never sure she had felt.
The second thing she noticed was that as Veronica greeted her, she slid her arm lovingly around Sarah's shoulder. They were not sisters; they were married and lesbians! Jessica was instantly wet.
Then Steve lumbered into the room with the suitcases, and everything shifted badly to cold, business, rules, and regs. They gave Jessica the keys, and Steve bumbled out the door to the room above the restaurant across the way.
As she walked away, she was disappointed that the energy was broken. But at the last second, she heard Sarah call out to her as she turned around.
"Jessica, I hope you will join us..." Sarah left a noticeable pause, putting her arm around Veronica. "For coffee tonight or breakfast in the morning."
Jessica giggled like an embarrassed schoolgirl, "Of course." And she ran ahead to catch up with Steve.
Steve, as much of a dude as he was, did not miss the apparent chemistry between Jessica and the two women and the disruption of his male energy. He hadn't seen Jessica this excited about specific women for years. Being the perv he was, he wasn't going to miss the opportunity to poke his nose where it didn't belong to ensure that his wife had the best time she could on their trip.
A few minutes later, they found themselves at the Italian bistro underneath their room. They had settled in for dinner, and Jessica was on her first glass of wine. Over the years, Steve learned that the amount of wine she drank directly correlated to the amount of wildness she let loose.
"Excuse me, sweety, the directions to my event tomorrow night seem pretty obscure, and GPS couldn't pinpoint it on the map. I'm going to see if the ladies at the front desk have any idea." And he left her to go to the front desk/coffee shop.
As he walked in, Sarah and Veronica greeted him cordially. He looked around and noticed that in front of him was the hotel front desk, but there were bistro tables all around. To the left was a barista station, and he could see part of a prep kitchen in the back.
"Hi, I've just got a second and very little decorum, manners, and discretion, so if what I am about to say appalls you, will you please allow us to stay the rest of the weekend, no repeat it, and don't blame my wife in any way; she's no idea what I am doing here."
Veronica put her arm around Sarah's waist and smiled, but sternly, in the sort of way that said that if he made a come-on to them for him to have sex with them, she was not beyond killing him. "We are big girls; we can handle a lot. Please speak freely."
They both wore smiles, but below the surface was the certainty they were about to hear some piggish proposition. This filled them with an extra level of anger because they had grown to love Jessica through their chats and their fantasies about playing with her.
"Okay, here goes, and remember, this is just pig ol me talking. Don't hold it against her."
Well, at least he knew he would be seen as a pig, they both thought.
"So here is the thing, and Jessica would kill me if she knew I was saying this. She is very bi and thinks you two are gorgeous. We are just here for this weekend, so there is no time to cultivate a thing, so I am just going to say if you guys are ever interested, I will be glad to fuck off. She would be totally up for anything, just the three of you."
