The evening was just getting started. Sarah and Molly had taken me to a high-end strip club for my birthday in Vegas. We all got amazing lap dances from a beautiful blond stripper. The most surprising element of her routine was how she used her throat over my crotch to create these intense vibrations on my dick through my pants. Needless to say, all three of us were very horny and didn't have much of a release.
As we exited the club, I had one thing in mind, get to my hotel room, and finish myself off. I was still partly hard from my lap dance and watching Sarah and Molly getting off to their dances.
As we got to the entrance, Sarah seemed to have the same idea as I did, she promptly said, "goodnight, I had a wonderful time! I'll see you all in the morning".
I hugged her tightly and kissed her on the cheek. I thanked her for her kindness and a memorable birthday bash.
As Sarah walked away, Molly hung back a little.
Molly asked "Are you going straight to bed? Or do you want to hang a little?"
I was very horny at this point, so I really wanted to get to my room to relieve myself. However, I had such a long crush on Molly that I didn't want to blow some more time with her.
"What do you have in mind?" I asked.
She replied, "I don't know, maybe just go up to your room, have some drinks, and watch some TV"?
I can't believe I actually thought that is what she wanted to do...
I agreed,
We proceeded to walk to my room, my dick was no longer as hard, as we talked casually about the evening. She talked about how she never thought she would do something like that. She was adventurist but still somewhat conservative. Once in the room, I sat on the bed, while she sat in the chair across the room, knees crossed, with her skirt well placed over them.
"I never thought of a woman dancing on me like that." Molly said.
I replied, "I agree. Only in my dreams".
"Oh, yeah?, what else do you dream about" Molly quipped.
"Ummm, errmm, nothing." I was embarrassed to say as I felt myself getting a little hard again from talking about it.
Trying to push the spotlight back on Molly I said "It seemed like you enjoyed what she was doing".
I could tell Molly was blushing a little.
Seemingly to change the subject, Molly paused her thoughts, then asked "can I freshen up a little in the bathroom?"
"Of course, go ahead." I replied. Thinking that was the end of that conversation.
As she disappeared around the corner into the bathroom, I relaxed a little and laid back on the bed. We never turned on the TV so I was just lying there in silence for a few moments thinking about our evening. Thinking of Sarah masturbating to Molly's dance. Thinking of Molly's white wet panties.
Then, Molly opened the door and walked out.
I was in complete awww. Molly had taken off her skirt, bra, and top. She had grabbed one of my long dress shirts in the closet for the conference tomorrow and it was the only article of clothing on her other than her panties. She had left the top 4 buttons undone, showing her beautiful cleavage, allowing her breasts to float freely in my now, very lucky shirt.
As she walked towards me, I could see the bottom of her round ass and her legs. The shirt covered up things in just a way to make it a mystery, but every part of her flowed freely under the material. Her nipples were slightly erect, peeking through the shirt.
She stood there, pausing for my gaze as I fixated on her breasts.
"I hope this is okay" she said in a calm voice.
"My skirt was getting uncomfortable, so I wanted to put something else on. This is all I could find." She continued.
I knew she was fibbing as my PJ's were next to the shirt. Knowing that, I barely got out an "OK, no problem."
She walked towards me from across the room, pausing at the side of the bed where I had been laying down.
"Do you like what you see?"
I could only nod a yes.
"I hope so, I have been thinking a lot about you lately. Tonight, got me thinking even more."
I was slightly frozen, focused on her every word.
She continued. "I see you have been thinking about me too"
I then realized she was looking at my rock-hard bulge. I hadn't cared as much earlier at the club, but now, it was obvious, and I couldn't hide my interest.
She stepped forward, placing one knee on the bed, then swinging the other knee over me to my side so that she was straddling me. In this motion, her breast bounced to the sides, the shirt doing its best to not unbutton under the stress.
As she leaned forward for a kiss over me, her perfect breasts fell forward in the shirt, allowing me to see her beautiful, hard, lush nipples right down the opening. It was a beautiful site until my eyes closed in anticipation of her kiss. I felt her subtle, smooth lips touch mine gently. Her breathing, her heartbeat, her long blond hair falling off her shoulders into my face.
She started to kiss me, gently, then a little more aggressive.
