Conference

It’s early evening and I am relaxing in the sky bar at my hotel after a hectic day of conference. The rest of the group has ventured away to find a pub somewhere in the surrounding area, but I don’t feel up to drinking since there are two more days of course ahead before we go back home to our regular lives. Besides, I’ve told both her and him what hotel I am staying at - and though no plans were made I sure as hell don’t want to ruin the possibility that one or both actually show up. There’s been quite a bit of innuendos and ”What ifs” in our conversations lately and I have, just in case - one never knows - dressed according to the not-quite-plans. I’m wearing a skirt that is a little too short for my own comfort and stay ups, high heels and a regular, white man’s shirt - but no underwear. Not to be wearing panties is making me feel more than a little bit naughty, especially since this darn skirt constantly keeps riding up my thighs and it feels like I’ve been spending ridiculously much time tugging it back in place. I was told not to wear a bra - but honestly? My boobs need to be kept in place, else I would be knocking over glasses, accidentally smacking the poor bartender or who knows what..!

I’ve been checking the door since I got here but the only new guests are a couple of businessmen who are very occupied with each other and their smartphones and I’ve sort of lost hope, so I’m chatting idly with the bartender whenever he’s over at my corner of the bar. I guess that’s why I haven’t seen her getting in - but now she’s leaning against the bar just beside me. 

I smile. ”So… do you come here often?” She smiles back at me and puts her right hand on my knee. ”Well, I haven’t before, but if you usually hang out here I might make it a habit.” She’s looking over my shoulder and I suspect that our little company of three is completed. 

”Hello, you. I didn’t think you’d make it.”

He looks at me with a look of mock shock. ”Do you really think I would leave two damsels in distress to fend for themselves?” Even though I don’t exactly consider the damsels in question in the risk zone for any distress it’s very promising to have you here - both of you, I think to myself. The possibilities of non-distress are pretty much endless. 

Her hand on my knee is no longer resting so idly on my knee, but has traveled up my thigh and her fingertips now rest against bare skin over my stay ups. This time I don’t try to tug the skirt down, but let her show as much as she finds suitable of my legs to whoever is looking. At the time being the only one watching is him, leaning his back to the bar and looking down his shoulder at her doings. Tantalizingly slow her fingers are stroking upwards and now they are sliding down to the inside of my thigh, forcing my legs apart by pressing her hand down between them and her thumb now slides very slowly down, spreading my pussy lips as she goes. The expectation has already made me wet and I willingly open my legs a little more. Her middle finger easily slides into me and I have to focus real hard not to let my breathing get too obviously heavy. 

Then her hand is gone and I realise that the two of them are talking over my head. I hear something about elevators and hotel rooms in my horny haze and I will do whatever I’m told. 

He tells me to gather myself and head to the elevators. I try to get down from the bar stool without revealing too much and again I tug the hem of my skirt down. I notice that I’ve left a wet spot on the bar stool, but I really can’t be bothered. 

I enter the elevators with his hand on the small of my back and when the doors close behind us he orders me to bend over and grab hold of the railing in the elevator. As I do what I’m told the short skirt hitches up and shows off my behind and my now very wet pussy. I can feel his hand on my ass, his fingers probing my pussy, spreading my own juices. The elevator goes ”bing” and the doors open. I rise and the three of us walk down the corridor towards my hotel room. This time he told me not to tug the hem of my skirt down and as I walk down the corridor I reveal not only my stay ups and the naked thighs above, but also a fair bit of my pink bits. There are two businessmen walking towards us in the corridor, both seem busy texting on their mobiles… but just as they pass one of them glances at me and realises that I am practically naked from the hips down. He makes a funny hickuppy sound and spins around, but before he’s able to alert his buddy businessman we arrive at my room and I am ushered inside. 

It seems they have been making some kind of plan without my knowing, because they hardly speak and yet seem to know what the other is about to do. I take a step towards her and kiss her passionately. She unbuttons my shirt and reaches around me to unhook my bra. She pulls the shoulder strap down through one shirt arm and is able to get the bra off me without taking my shirt off. Her hands on my breasts fondle, caress and stroke and my hands are on her marvellous ass. I try to undo her belt and fly, but I’m fumbling so she does it for me. As she undresses for us I can hardly take my eyes off her, she truly is a thing of beauty. A quick glance behind tells me that he is equally mesmerized, his fly is open and that magnificent hard cock has finally been let out of its trouser jail. He’s stroking it slowly and gestures for me to keep on doing what I’m doing. She sits down on the bed and inches back until she’s leaning to the headboard. She blinks at me and tells me that this time it’s my turn to make a try. She doesn’t have to ask me twice, on my hands on knees I get on the bed and make my way up to her. I put one hand on the inside of each of her thighs and gently spread her legs for me. I reach in and let my index finger slide from her wonderfully wet pussy up to her clitoris and gently rub it. She’s moaning and moves her hips against me. I keep the pressure on her clit, rubbing it gently in small circles while I let my middle finger slide into her. I’m rewarded with a deep sigh and I can feel her getting even wetter… as am I. It makes me impossibly horny to see and feel this gorgeous woman getting excited… and now I want to taste her as well. I slide my arms under her thighs so I’m down on my stomach with my face up against her wet pussy. She smells like me, yet different. I put my tongue out and slowly lick her pussy, following the path I made with my index finger, landing it on her clit where I make the tip of my tongue stiffer and wiggle it over her clitoris. It seems to be appreciated, judging by her hands in my hair gently pressing me closer to her pussy. 

I can feel the bed moving and his hands lift my hips up from the bed. Very slowly his hard cock enters my tight, but oh so wet pussy and then starts thrusting into me, very slowly - all the way in and then out again, into my pussy and oh so slowly out. I press back, trying to push his hard cock as deep into me as possible while my lips and tongue are licking, sliding, caressing her eager pussy. By now it’s hard to tell the difference between my saliva and her pussy juices, my face is covered in wetness as I try to figure out what gives her the most pleasure - and it seems to be working out rather well. Her breath is quickening and she’s moaning out loud, pressing my face even closer in between her thighs and lifting her hips to meet my mouth. At the same time he’s cock is moving faster and deeper and harder into me and he’s holding my hip with one hand, reaching around to massage my clit with the other. I can feel her starting to tremble as the orgasm builds up and then she throws her head back and her pussy is cramping over my face and she’s coming hard and long. I myself am feeling that familiar tingling building from my loins and the next time he thrusts into me I’m coming too, with my face buried in her pussy and his cock moving deep inside. He thrusts hard a couple more times before he too comes and the warmth of his cum explodes in me. The three of us collapse on the bed in a pile of more or less naked body parts.