As I noted in the story about my spring break trio, my name is Kirsten. Twenty-five years old, not long out of a long term relationship, I have begun exploring my sexuality. I 'm 5'2" about 135 lbs with reddish hair. I'm not real big up top, 32C, but I've had no complaints, and I am still firm, and my build is more athletic than super curvy.
I had come back from my vacation where I experienced my first trio, and I dove right into work. The travel kept me busy, providing me with different places outside of my home stomping ground to have some new adventures without the fear of being recognized.
The company always put me up in nice hotels, and many of the trips were fairly brief. Mainly a couple days during the middle of the week. Unfortunately that meant that the week-end play crowd was not out, leaving options for anything too wild somewhat limited at times.
Recently, I was in a nice city on a Monday night on one of these short trips. Before this trip, work had left me exhausted, and I had not had any time to really play. I had a flight out early the next day with no trips scheduled for a couple weeks, so tonight was the last chance to make something happen. I had a late dinner following a couple afternoon meetings, and I went back to the room to clean up. I showered, and slipped into a slinky black dress with spaghetti straps, no bra, and a black thong. The neck was cut low, showing off some nice cleavage, and the heels I put on help to accentuate my calfs.
The hotel was not in a major downtown area, and without any real night spots close by, I settled for the hotel bar. It was a typical hotel spot, not real hip, and, on a Monday night, not very crowded at all. One guy at the bar, a married couple (I assumed) in the corner at a table, and a couple older gentlemen at another table. A typical place trying to pretend to be something cool. I glanced at my iPhone: 9:00. At this point, this was probably as good as it was going to get.
I took a seat at the bar. The bartender was pouring the guy at the end of the bar another beer as I looked around the room again trying to determine if ANYTHING looked possible.
"Can I help you?"
I turned around to face the bartender who I had not really checked out when I first walked in. He was handsome. Dark hair, blue eyes, a nice smile, about my age.
I smiled what I thought to be my sexy, shy smile, and I looked around the room again, "What time does this place get going?"
He just laughed, "It's going now!"
"Well, then, how about something with vodka? Gotta catch up with the others!", I laughed and brushed back a stray lock of hair behind my ear. Another one of my "shy sexy" moves! He brought me my drink, and we engaged in the usual small talk. Although he tried to be discrete, I could see him checking out my breasts when he thought I was not paying attention.
I flirted shamelessly with Jason as moved between me and serving the few other people in the bar. He teased me about fixing me up with the older guy at the bar, or, if I was into it, with the two older drunk guys at the corner table.
"A trio?" I smiled and offered that that might be an interesting experience.
