50 Steps – III
We walked out of the Waldorf as a busload of Japanese tourists disembarked and entered the hotel, winding our way through the maze of suitcases being unloaded onto the sidewalk and, since the street was pretty much deserted at this time, jaywalked across.
"Doesn't Rome look lovely like this? Quiet streets, moonlight. And it's not hot," I called out to Alan who had lagged behind me. "Look," I touched my face, "I'm not sweating."I waited for him to catch up. Marco was close behind him. "Why are you walking so slowly? Don't you know you're supposed to walk swiftly across the street?" Now that we were underway, I wanted to get back to the room as quickly as we could.
"Ah, there's no one," he shrugged, "and this way I get to check out your ass. It's not every night I see it in front of me on the streets of Rome waggling along in stilettos."
They caught up with me and I turned to walk on, so was caught unprepared when Alan slapped and grabbed my butt.
"Hey! Behave!" My pussy had throbbed even though part of me was shocked at him grabbing my ass in the middle of the street.
Both of them were laughing, I noticed. Alan put his arm around me, and Marco walked abreast making small talk with Alan till we entered the hotel. I didn't think any of the guests who had become familiar after a week's stay would be around at this time, and the lobby was indeed quite deserted in complete contrast to the one we had just exited. I noticed a bellboy at the concierge desk look up and say something to his colleague watching TV in the little cubicle behind him. The other guy turned around for a second, and I could feel their eyes following us all the way to the elevator. Alan and Marco seemed oblivious to this though as we got in and Alan pressed 8 for our floor.
Our one-bedroom suite had a nice-sized living room with a big HD screen, a sofa set around it, and enough space for a dining table for 4 on one the other side. There was a kitchenette where we made our coffee and where we had stashed the water, booze and munchies we had bought.
Alan flashed his key, and we walked in.
"Welcome to our home away from home," he said to Marco.
"Thank you."
"This is going to sound weird," Alan added, "but can I have your phone while you're here. I hope you understand that we have to take some precautions."
"No problem at all," Marco pulled out his phone and handed it to Alan, who put it into a drawer in the TV console.
I was impressed. I hadn't thought of this, but trust Alan to remember to take these precautions. Even when he walks on the wild side, he does so very carefully. The thought of my earlier, unprotected sex came into mind but I pushed it away forcefully. It would do no good to dwell on that right now. I wondered idly whether I should say something to Alan about Marco using a rubber now, but figured I would let him take the lead on that too.
"Have a seat." Alan said once he had put Marco's phone away, "Would you like some wine?"
"Yeah thanks," Marco nodded, plonking himself down on 3 seater sofa, "If you have some red?"
"Yes, we do have some red," Alan said cheerfully, "I'll get it. Babe, will you get the glasses out in the meantime."
The glasses were in the cabinet next to the TV. Alan walked around to the small kitchenette behind the dining table to fetch the wine as I opened the cabinet.
"Hey," Marco whispered urgently from behind me. This was the first moment he and I'd had alone since Alan had showed up at the bar. He had played along wonderfully well so far, but I guess he too was getting a little restive and uncertain about what happened next. I had not had a chance to tell him that he was one who had proposed our arrangement. What if that blew up in my face? But there was no way I could tell him about that right now. I had to just take my chances and try and direct the flow discreetly.
I turned around. He motioned with his palms and frowned slightly as if to say, "What's going on?"
I shrugged slightly, keeping watch on the kitchenette out of the corner of my eye. I was confused as well. I had got us here, and I had been visualizing all sorts of things for when we finally got going, but I had no idea what we did right now. And part of my mind was also worried about my story being exposed.
Marco motioned to me to sit next to him. No, I shook my head. He smiled playfully as I turned away. The whole exchange of looks couldn't have taken more than five seconds.
I turned and bent to put down the glasses on the coffee table, conscious that doing so gave Marco a full-on view down my dress. I lingered slightly in the moment, not looking at him but knowing that his eyes were focused firmly on my cleavage, trying to see more. He had already been inside me, but he had yet to see my breasts and it looked like he was quite eager. I felt my nipples stiffen as I stood up, and smoothed down the dress back the mid-thigh level. Well, upper-mid thigh.
I wasn't sure of where to sit. I didn't want to sit with Marco because then Alan would have to sit on the two-seater unless he wanted to squeeze in between us so I sat on the two-seater. Alan walked in with an open bottle of red from among the selection we had bought earlier in the week, poured out three glasses and handed them around.
"Cheers," he said as he sat down.
On the three-seater with Marco.
"Cheers," the two of us said as raised glasses and took a sip.
"Mmmm... this is really good wine," Marco sounded pretty enthused.
Ugh, I said inside. The wine was nice but it was the last thing I wanted at that moment. What the hell was going on? I was incredulous. What happens now? Who does what? I was clear I didn't want to be the one to make the first move. I also didn't want Alan to get the feeling that I was more eager than he was. But I wanted us to get started. I was looking at these two guys sitting on the sofa across from me. They looked really good. Alan at almost 6 feet, his hair a delicious mix of grey and black, still the best-looking guy I know, a hard cock I love to suck which fills me nicely. And Marco, slightly taller, broader in the shoulder, wider of chest, his hands were big too with strong fingers. And I knew what his cock felt like too. That wrenching feeling was still fresh in my pussy.
But both guys were acting like they were at some evening social. I must have sat there for at least ten minutes, sipping my wine while these two made chit-chat about wine, vineyards around the Tuscany region and Marco got quite animated and Italian, and even threw in a few words of the language. This was the first time since we had met that he had said anything in Italian and it sounded quite sexy. I slipped into a visual of him sprawled out naked in front of me on our big bed inside, me lying on my stomach, propped up on my elbows, holding his huge, hard cock in my hands. His cock was wet with my spit as I licked up its side and tried to close my mouth over its head. In my imagination, his penis was even larger, and my mouth barely closed around it. I was licking him up and down in rhythm to Alan fucking me slowly from behind his hands around my butt lifting it up slightly as he drew all out the way before sliding all the way back in. I could swear I could hear our collective moans and my pussy felt wet as I crossed my legs and clenched.
"I'll be back in a minute," I said as I got up with my glass. Both men smiled and nodded. As I turned to go into the bedroom I saw Alan look at me speculatively. It seemed he was in the same predicament as me, and wondering how to break the deadlock. Maybe he was hoping I was going into the room to change into something more comfortable and that would ignite the spark.
Huh, fat chance! I genuinely had to pee.
