The other stories I have written in the Group Sex category have taken weeks even months to craft. This series came about out of a desire to produce a work quickly. There are (hopefully) going to be nine chapters in this 'Quickie' series, if they were included in a single work it would make the most implausible reading. I'm hoping that by splitting it over nine separate short stories it will be more fun and only improbable.
Constructive feedback and comments are always most welcome.
Enjoy.
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I looked down at what Beth had placed into my hand. She had thought to add her panties to Elaine's, my mind reeled, not so much from what had happened this evening, more from the knowledge that I had truly given that young woman a chance to live her life to the full. I hoped that she would embrace the opportunity, I felt that she would.
However, right here, right now, I was completely fucked, literally and figuratively. I tugged back the impossibly tight bed clothes and crawled into bed. Briefly the thought crossed my mind to call my... wife... oh well.
When staying in hotels it has always been my convention to sleep wearing my shorts. At home I always sleep naked, but in hotels I want some kind of protection in case I get up in the night and take a wrong turn and end up naked with no where to go. It had never happened once, but hey, I'm not taking any chances!
Sleep came quickly.
I woke abruptly.
It was just after midnight and the door to my room was rattling. I stared at it for a moment wondering what on earth was happening, then there was a sharp bang like it had been kicked and I could hear someone cursing. I got up and approaching the door, with some trepidation I looked through the peephole. A woman was bent down waving her card key at the lock, "Fucking open you bastard! She was clearly worse for wear and in a foul mood. I thought it best to alert her to her mistake before the whole hotel was woken.
I opened the door and sheltered behind it, before I could say anything she shot in. "About fucking time. Couldn't you hear me banging you fucking bastard!" She disappeared into the room swearing like a trooper. I closed the door and watched, clearly this storm needed time to blow over. "What were you fucking thinking?!?" My eyes were accustomed to the dark and I could make out her movements with the meager light filtering in through the curtains. She stomped over to the desk and dumped her card key and purse. "I can't believe you did that to me... to us, you stupid fucking idiot. I don't even want to look at you and you can fucking forget touching me tonight!! She kicked her shoes off. "Why aren't you saying anything? No! Forget that, don't say a word, there isn't a fucking word you can say to me right now, fuck, bloody zip." She struggled with her skirt zip for a moment and then freeing it she tossed her skirt across the room. "I've just spent the last fucking hour trying to calm Carl down and Leah's in pieces, because you are a twat!" She pulled her top off and threw it into the room somewhere. "Of all the fucked up things, after everything we talked about," she took off her bra and flung it across the room, this was becoming comical, "you go and do that. God I'm so pissed with you right now!"
She stomped into the bathroom and flicked the light on, I could see much more clearly now and I waited somewhat eagerly. The verbal barrage continued from inside the bathroom, "I mean what the fuck were you thinking, were you even thinking? Jesus, did you honestly think you'd get away with it? Oh for fuck's sake, where's my fucking toothbrush?!" There was a short pause, "What the fuck is all this stuff?" There was a longer pause this time and then in a much, much quieter voice, "Oh shit."
The anticipation was unbearable, slowly her head appeared around the bathroom door. "Hello," I said cheerfully, "my name's Paul, what's yours?"
Her head disappeared inside the bathroom again. "Fuck!"
I picked up the bath robe from the bed and briefly allowed myself to recall the love making with Beth the previous evening. I walked up to the bathroom door and offered the bath robe up, "Would you like this?"
Her hand appeared slowly and she took the robe. "Thank you." She said softly. Her voice was quite pretty when not raised to full volume. A few moments later she stepped out of the bathroom, "I'm so, so sorry."
I instantly recognized her from the group of friends that I saw in the bar. It was her partner who was flirting with the other lady. I had a fairly good idea what this was all about. "Which bit are you sorry for... errr... " I waggled a hand at her enquiringly.
"Suzie."
I smiled, "Which bit are you sorry for Suzie?"
"Well, all of it really. I could have sworn that this was room 924..."
"824"
"Ahh, I see... I'd better get going." she started to look around for her clothes.
"Suzie, it's quite all right, in fact I'm grateful that this has happened."
She looked slightly shocked, "Why on earth would you be grateful?" She had picked up her skirt and top and was scanning the room for her bra.
I pointed to it on the light shade in the corner of the room, "Because by your coming here by mistake, you've prevented a rather nasty confrontation with your partner."
"Husband, and he's still getting a nasty confrontation!" She started to look angry again and her voice rose an octave or two. "Look, I've got to go, OK!"
I moved to the side of the bed freeing her path to the door. "Of course Suzie, I don't want to detain you, but please know, I'm completely harmless."
She looked embarrassed and her shoulders dropped, "Look, I'm sorry, for bothering you," her voice reduced in volume a bit, "but I have to go," she was collapsing emotionally as I watched, "I need to... I have to... oh shit!" She began to cry, softly at first and then a full flood.
I crossed the room to where she was standing and placed a hand on her arm. She looked up at me tears flooding down her face, "It's OK Suzie, I understand, I really do." She sobbed some more and flung her arms around me. I held her tightly until the sobbing began to subside.
After a few minutes she calmed down and as she began to rub her hands up and down my back it suddenly dawned on me that I was only wearing my shorts. Instantly my penis recognized the situation and started to get interested. I released her from my embrace and stepped back a couple of paces. "Thank you." She whimpered softly.
"What for?" I said, desperately trying to take my mind off the growing problem in my shorts.
She sniffed and blew her nose on some tissues that she'd grabbed off the desk, "For being so kind and understanding." Her eyes opened slightly as she saw the bulge in my shorts.
