The phone rang and I answered it; "Hi this is Kelly, okay if I come up?"
"Sure, knock twice."
After two knocks I opened the door, to see a smiling woman, blond, with a healthy- looking tan. She wore a flowered party dress and sandals, carried a straw purse, and was about 5' 6". Neither heavy nor skinny, she was nicely curved, and a tasteful amount of cleavage showed. She could have been 35, or a fit and healthy 40.
"Hi, I'm Kelly. How are you?" she said, offering her hand.
"Fine, and even finer to see you. Thanks so much for coming," I said. "You understand my plan for the evening?"
""Sure, you want to have two guests, and be a director, nothing too strange. Sounds fine with me. Where's the other guest?"
"She should be here soon. "
"About the money," she began, and with a smile I pulled five one-hundred- dollar bills from my pocket and handed them to her. "If I'm pleased, I'll double it," I said.
We sat on the couch and made pleasant small talk, discussing the beauty of San Diego. I was deeply excited, enjoying the unrolling of my fantasy. Before long the phone from the front desk rang again, and I invited my second guest up.
In a few minutes Kelly and I welcomed a slim young woman, about 25 years old and looking part Asian. Her golden skin was highlighted by all white athletic gear-- shorts, a designer t-shirt and running shoes. She carried a brown leather gym bag. Her smile was contagious.
"My name is Chrissy, how you both doing?"
After paying Chrissy, with the same promise of a tip, I poured three glasses of wine. I turned on some music, dimmed the lights, and we lolled on the king-sized bed. I took a minute to explain my wishes; we would remove each other's clothing by turns, then follow my directions from there. Everyone was free to introduce new ideas, and to improvise, but I had the final say.
I made my first request, and Kelly complied by removing Chrissy's shoes. Chrissy then turned to me, and laughing a little, removed my shoes and socks. I then turned to Kelly, and slipped off her sandals. Sipping some wine, Kelly continued the game by carefully pulling off Chrissy's shirt, revealing a white jogging bra. The bright white material contrasted nicely with the girl's golden-brown skin. Chrissy scooted over to me and drew my polo shirt over my head. My excitement was palpable. Trying to stay calm, I licked my lips and started to pull Kelly's dress up.
"I'll stand up for this," she said, smiling. We both stood, and I undid a few buttons and pulled her flowered dress up and off. Her body was nice, in light blue bra and panties. Her breasts, obviously natural, were full, and the thin bra did not hide the bumps of her nipples. Kelly then turned to me, undid my belt, and pulled down my Dockers. Here we were, a nice-looking 40-ish blonde, clad in bra and panties, a 20-something Asian girl in running shorts and a jog-bra, and me, a middle-aged guy with an obvious hard-on in his Fruit-Of-The-Looms.
"Okay," I said, "I'm a little behind here, with only these jockeys on."
""Well," said Kelly, "Let's you and me get this girl's pants off!" We slid Chrissy's shorts down her legs as she lay back, lifting her hips in that oh-so-sexy move that women make when you're getting their pants off. She had only the bare minimum of a thong on. I started kissing Kelly's shoulders and she began massaging Chrissy's breasts through her bra. Soon I was lifting the lovely heft of Kelly's mature boobs, and the two women began kissing. My sexual temperature was red-lining, and I moved back a little and took some deep breaths to slow myself down. Bras and panties were still on, the girls were kissing and rubbing each other, and my heart was beating hard. This was good.