It was my first time visiting Chicago. I had always had heard nice things about it, but had never been and didn't know anyone. Fresh off another failed relationship, I needed to go away somewhere different, somewhere I could forget about work and my ex, just let my hair down and have a little fun.
I have a rather high-profile job in Boston, a high-priced attorney for corporate bigwigs who can't get out of their own way or keep their pants on. So I can't exactly let loose around Boston unless I want to end up in the gossip columns and lose my job.
I considered a trip to an island, it would be nice to just relax on a beach, but then I'd be surrounded by couples, by honeymooners. And while I have my heart set on a couple, I have it set on meeting a couple of men. My last boyfriend wasn't very adventurous and wouldn't even consider a threeway with the third being another woman. I had never been with a woman, though I had had a couple of threeways with two men. But with the right man, I'd be happy to engage in sharing another woman's pussy. But right now, my heart and mind were focused on one pussy only -- mine. I needed some attention, and the thought of being with two men again had me so turned on that before I knew what I was doing, I had booked a flight and hotel, my panties moist at the thought of meeting two perfect strangers.
I arrived on a Friday afternoon, checked into my hotel and took a hot bath. My plan was to stop at a bar I noticed as the cab took me downtown to my hotel, it looked like it might be a good place for after-work cocktails. So after I stepped out of the bath and toweled off, I slipped into a black pencil skirt with a slit up the left thigh, black thigh highs and three inch heels. My cream silk blouse was cool and soft against my skin, and the idea of a man or two unbuttoning it was enough to make my nipples stand at attention. I smoothed out a wrinkle, dabbed on some lip gloss and headed to the bar.
I pulled up a seat toward the end of the bar, my erect nipples poking through my peek-a-boo bra, the silk blouse caressing them. I ordered a glass of pinot noir from the bartender whose eyes dropped to my breasts, slipped on my glasses and took a book out of my bag. Soon, the bar began filling with men in Armani suits, women in Prada.
I saw them right away, two handsosme men in their 30s, talking with a group of men and eying me devilishly. I gave them a coy smile, and averted my eyes, turning back to my book. As I looked up, reaching for my wine glass, I saw one of them put his hand on his friend's shoulder, whisper something while meeting my gaze, and then he headed toward me.
My wine glass was nearly empty, so he offered to buy me another. Accepting, I took off my glasses and he saw just how blue my eyes were, his eyes slowly traveled to my mouth, down my neck and to my cleavage, the silk blouse clinging to my hard nipples.
I turned toward him, rubbing my leg against his as I did, switching my legs to cross left over right, and he saw the slit of my skirt, rising up my thigh to expose the lacy top of my thigh highs.
"I'm Lacy," I said, extending my hand.
His eyes glanced down at the top of my thigh highs and he smiled as he looked up, meeting my gaze. "Yes you are," he joked. "I'm Tom."
I offered him a chair and we got another drink. The conversation was easy and flirtatious, but I couldn't help but notice that his friend kept looking over at us.
"I think someone wants to join us," I said, leaning in to Tom and pointing at his friend, smiling and giving him a little wave.
"Come on over," he called, waving his friend over to our corner of the bar. "Lacy, this is Dave. Dave, Lacy."
"Nice to meet you, Dave," I said, shaking his hand and looking him in the eye, my eyes momentarily fixed on his mouth.
Dave's broad shoulders lead to a slim waist, but the way his pants hung on him gave me the impression that he needed his pants tailored to have a little extra room in the crotch. A good sign, I thought.
"So what do you do, Lacy?" Dave asked.
"She's an attorney in Boston, just here for a few days," Tom jumped in.
"I needed to get out of town for a few days, just kind of let loose and relax, have some fun. So here I am, looking for someone to have fun with."
"Ah, some one to have fun with," Dave said, thinking he may have been out of the game before it started.
I put my hand on his arm reassuringly. "Well, sometwo and somethree aren't words," I teased. "I'm just looking to enjoy my few days off, that's all. I'm spending too much time either working or entertaining myself lately, so rather than be alone I'd prefer a group activity," I said, winking.
"Well then," Tom said, clearing his throat, "what did you have in mind? Anything in particular?"
"I prefer to be spontaneous, and to be surprised," I said, standing up and reaching into my purse.
"Room 442," I whispered to Tom and kissed his cheek. "The hotel next door."
I leaned up to kiss Dave on the cheek, my hand on his chest as I stood on my toes.
"I hope to see you soon," I said, looking directly into his eyes, biting my lower lip.
I gave them each a last sly smile, waved and walked away.
I head back to my hotel room, put on some music, and stepped into the shower. It was just a few minutes before I heard the door open, then close. Tom pulled back the shower curtain and stood before me naked, his hard body surprising me a bit. His hard cock tempting me a lot.
"Well hello again," he said, backing me against the wall of the shower.
He leaned in to kiss me, pulling my right leg up over his hip, pushing his hardness against me. He slid his hand down between my legs, between my lips and felt his way around inside me.
I reached over to turn off the water, Tom's fingers still inside me. He slid his fingers out and we got out of the shower. He lifted me up and carried me to the bed where I hoped Dave was waiting.