Prom was finally here. The long-awaited reunion for Jarelle and I, as well as Andy and Emy, followed by the promised magical night. Both couples were in desperate need of a catch-up, one which involved the rushed meshing of tongues and lips, unabashed roaming hands before migrating down south. Clothes would bound to come off and virginities were there for the taking, certainly proving to crank the sexual tension even higher despite the definite unconventional and even a little inconvenient circumstances. Nonetheless, we had been able to agree on most things and there was just one single issue in which both couples had wanted to use the room in private first, just to take the edge off things. The only silver lining in this complicated and messy situation was that not one of us could commit to reaching by the stipulated check-in timing of 3pm due to various different reasons and all four of us had came to the eventual consensus for a first-come-first-served basis with the usage of the hotel right at check-in.
Andy was required to make a long commute back to town from camp, with it strongly dependent on the metro and train timings and the girls were on different shifts, with Jarelle ending at 2pm and Emy an half-hour later, but experience had taught them that their clock-out time was more dependent on the amount of work they had that day and the time the person taking over from them was fully caught on. I was thrilled at this proposition as the odds were severely in my favour, as I had supposedly taken a half-day leave, but even that there were no guarantees, as the time I could knock off was heavily subjected to my supervisor's approval and also Jarelle reaching on time.
That was also not factoring sufficient time for the girls to do their make-up and for everyone to get ready for the actual prom event. Subsequently, 5pm was the agreed-upon time in which the room would have to be opened to the other couple, if it was occupied prior. There was an off chance that both couples wouldn't be able to utilize the room and I was sure that the sexual tension in the room would be unbearable at that point. Especially with both voluptuous girls sashaying around in their sexy prom outfits, Andy and I would literally be undressing them with our eyes. Coupled with the fact that I have been restraining myself from jerking off in a bid to save my load for the entire week, my brain would most definitely be clouded by lust, be it not being able to keep my hands to myself, sneaking in a grope of Jarelle's fabulous butt or pawing uncontrollably at her magnificent melons. An inevitable straying of my eyes over Emy's perfect yet strictly off-limits curves or a not-so-subtle downblouse of my own buxom girlfriend could very well be on the cards.
As much as my preference was to make out in the privacy and comforts of the hotel room, an increasingly pressing concern was to get my first load coaxed out by my girlfriend, by hook or by crook. Jarelle and I had agreed on a very much public plan B - with toilets being our most likely option, especially those in little or no human traffic flow parts of the hotel. Being a reputable hotel, its toilets were bound to be relatively clean and spacious, simultaneously providing us a fair amount of much needed privacy. It was clear that Jarelle felt conflicted that our reunion could be occurring under such hap-hazardous circumstances but it was undeniable that she was excited and turned on. However, she did firmly establish that there were no guarantees that it would happen and if it did, it would be a fast wham-bam encounter, strictly hands-only and that I couldn't get my cum on her, as cleaning up would be a pain in the ass and time-consuming, increasing the odds of us getting caught. I agreed nonetheless, with the mere concept of it exciting me almost just as much as knowing my beautiful bombshell of a girlfriend would finally be getting me off and probably coaxing the first of many explosive loads out of me that day.
And I couldn't wait.
"Everything is going according as planned ;)" I had received a text from Jarelle just when I was leaving the office at 2pm. There was a chance, and a good chance that we didn't have to evoke our back-up plan then.
"See you there! I am heading over right now. Can't wait." I punched a reply back excitedly. I had called a cab, and on my hour-long commute down, I couldn't stop fidgeting, with my heart pounding furiously in my chest as I contemplated excitedly on what was about to unfold. I was hoping that Jarelle would be in some sexy skimpy lingerie, allowing me to feel her up unceremoniously without any clothing barriers. Already spotting a diamond-hard boner and leaking precum by the buckets, I was going to convince Jarelle once I had stepped into the room to give me a titfuck and make me cum. Trapping her in-between the door and me, ideally she would be in a kneeling position with her hands cupping her boobs as though she was offering them to me. I would slide my schlong and allow her to mesh her melons around me as I thrusted in and out enthusiastically. I doubt I would have lasted that long from fucking her tits and I made a mental note to bend down for a kiss before I came, and to look her in the eyes as I erupt all over her melons. I was confident that given how pent-up and horny I was feeling, I was going to cum hard enough to give her a facial and a pearl necklace simultaneously, and be able to coat her mounds generously with my seed. I would definitely take my time to thank her and tease her subsequently, avoiding her clitoris and penetration altogether until she begged for it before I duly returned the favour and brought her to a mind-blowing orgasm with a full finger-banging session until she came on my fingers. My dirty thoughts occupied my mind until the cab came to an abrupt stop, rudely stopping my fantasies.
I had dashed out of the cab to the reception, forgetting to pay my fare and only to be called back rudely by the driver. I offered my sincere apologies in a curt manner, not wanting to spend an additional second if I could. He chuckled in response, seemingly understanding of my predicament, and simply stated, "Have a great night son."
I checked my phone for updates as I walked towards the reception, but to no avail. I stated enthusiastically to the receptionist, "Good afternoon! I am here to check in." as I pulled out the reservation email Emy had forwarded to all of us.
"Hello, good afternoon. Your girlfriend has already checked in. Here's your card! There's a note in there too!" The receptionist's reply was like music to my ears. I was even more assured that Jarelle and I had made it and there was a surprise in store in the room waiting for me. I had inferred that if the receptionist had the note, it was nothing too inappropriate to view in public and I hastily opened it. "Get the receptionist to call the room please ;)" the note read.
"Sorry, can I get you to call the room please?" I asked in my most sincere voice.
To which, the receptionist simply chirped a "Sure!" before picking up the phone, punching a few numbers and putting the receiver to her ear. I had waited in anticipation before the receptionist had simply replied an "Sure!" to whatever I assumed Jarelle had told her, before she sent me on my way up. I guessed that the call was simply to inform Jarelle of my arrival.
"Thank you!" I replied excitedly, before making a beeline for the elevator and jamming my fingers repeatedly at the up button. Thankfully, there was no one in my vicinity. I would have definitely looked weird, with me punching the up button so anxiously. The elevator ride took what felt like an eternity and as I got closer and closer to the room, I could feel my erection getting harder and wetter from all the pre-cum drooling out in my pants. All I could think of was sex.
I swiped my key card, opening the door, half expecting a barely clothed Jarelle to jump me once I had entered the room, or that there was a trail of discarded clothes that would lead me to her lying sexily on the bed in her scantily-dressed lingerie state. However, I was greeted with a relatively dark room and a L-shaped alleyway, preventing me from seeing what laid in store for me. I immediately took off my right shoe and subsequently, my sock, hanging it on the handle outside, as well as the provided do-not-disturb sign on the door. It was barely half past 3 and we had an hour or so, and I was definitely going to cum at least once, and perhaps take Jarelle's virginity or at least try doing so after my initial release. What caught my attention though, was the pair of black fuck-me stilettos on the floor and I made a mental note to fuck Jarelle while she wearing those.
Before I passed the bend to the actual bedroom, I had noticed that the wardrobe wasn't fully closed, indicative of previous usage. There was a glimpse of red and my curiosity got the better of me, and what I saw definitely excited me. A red v-neck gown which plunged down to the midriff consisting of two parallel strips of clothes tied halter top style, it would be impossible to wear a bra of any sorts. For a woman who wasn't that well-endowed in the chest department, it could be passed off as a daring dress, but for my girlfriend, it was as devilishly sexy as possible, with a promised show of so much cleavage and side boob that it would be easier to describe what was covered instead of what wasn't.
I hurried into the actual bedroom, only to be treated to a sexy sight. Donning a white knitted crochet top, I could see a simple yet sexy black bra, with lace trimming, accentuating the curves that it was actually covering. There was sufficient boob flesh on show, as well as cleavage, and the lace designs drew sufficient attention to them, coupled with the fact that she had tried to reach across the bed to grab the hotel robe there, making it like she was seemingly down on all fours, allowing gravity to make her boobs even fuller and bigger. The only problem was that it was Emy on the bed and not Jarelle.
"Ralph?!" Emy questioned incredulously, her surprise and shock evident in her voice.
