Author's foreword
I wrote this a while back with the encouragement and specific guidance of a social media contact.
I liked how it came out and it seemed worth sharing.
My contact evaporated before I got around to writing the next bit.
If anybody's interested let me know, and I'll work on it.
Part 1: Introductions
A flutter in your chest beats double-time to the click-clack of your heels as you stride across the marbled hotel lobby. You've been anxious all afternoon, ever since you found the envelope with the note and room key tucked inside your gym bag. The note was written in a hand you know well, but it was cryptic enough that you have no idea exactly what waits for you in room 1212.
You run your finger across the hard edge of the small plastic rectangle, your imagination racing in anticipation as you climb the three short steps to the bank of elevators. You startle as a sudden chime announces the arrival of a car before you can even find the call button.
The doors open to reveal a pretty, younger couple with their arms around each other. They both smile and nod hello as you enter. They're dressed well, like they might have just come from a romantic dinner and the way they cling to each other makes you think they have serious plans for when they get to their room.
You smile back and turn to press the button for your floor, but the 12 is already lit. The doors close and the car starts to rise. You wonder briefly if they have an adjoining room and if you might hear them going at it later. Or they you? Maybe it's just the saucy thought of audio exhibitionism that gets your dirty mind racing, but from what you can see out of the corner of your eye in the elevator car's mirrored wall, the man seems to be staring at your ass.
You tingle a little bit at the thought and risk a closer look that you hope appears casual. Yes, he's definitely checking it out. And she knows it, because she is too! Her eyes meet yours and she grins unabashedly as she shifts a hand to caress the front of her man's trousers. Her nipples are dark and thickly erect under the thin silk of her beige top. Hmm. You wonder if they'll discuss your pretty tush as they couple later.
The doors open at your floor and after a quick look at the wall sign you turn left for room 1212. You sense the couple stop behind you and hear the click of a door lock.
You reach your room and turn, shooting a look back down the hallway. The couple are already grabbing at each other's clothes as they push into their room. Looks like they're going to have a lot of fun! Over the man's shoulder, it looks like the woman is looking directly at you. You can't be sure, but it looks like she winks at you just before the couple disappears into their room.
You take a deep breath and exhale slowly; calming before the storm, you hope. You press the key to the lock and push the door open.
The room is dark but for the lights of the bay glowing softly in the broad window. The door clicks shut behind you. As you walk through the entryway into the wide bedroom suite, you see the familiar silhouette of your lover rising from a sofa near the window. You continue forward and he comes forward to embrace you. In your ear he murmurs "Tonight is all for you! Are you ready?"
You nod into his neck, "Mmm-HMM!"
His familiar scent wafts into the air between you as he pulls back and smiles. "Close your eyes."
He gently places a broad silk cloth across your eyes. A small click, and then another sound behind you - was that the bathroom door? Maybe the room door? But he says, "Ssh! No worries, love!" He finishes tying the blindfold in place and moves behind you, hand on your hip. His lips graze your ear, "I know you, darling, and I know you're going to enjoy this!"
Your ear is still hot with the contact of his lips when your other ear tingles the same way. Lips brush against it and another, deeper voice assures, "We all know you're going to enjoy this!"
You sense movement all around you. A chorus of different scents fills your nose. A bass note in the mix is the familiar musk of your lover's arousal. A forest of hands - eight? Maybe ten? - entangles you and gently, but efficiently strips off your street clothes. A hand rests on your calf. A third voice, behind and below you, asks "On or off?" as a hand cups your heel.
In answer you lift your foot up and large, warm, slightly rough hands caress your foot as he slides your shoe off. You put your bare foot down on the soft, plush carpet and raise the other.
Two hands - different ones? Yes, definitely a bit smaller and smoother - remove your other shoe. And then you're alone, bare but for the racy panties you put on for the occasion, and untouched but for one hand - your lover's, you think - steadying your shoulder.
You hear clothes softly falling to the floor around you as a series of appreciative throaty sounds signal that you appear to be an appetizing sight to all.
Hands guide you gently to the large bed and lay you face-down across it.
Hands caress your shoulders, lower back, ass, and legs. You count ten, you think, as they caress and massage you all at once from neck to calf.
The image of a car wash with whirring buffers all around makes you giggle. That earns you a pair of hands gently scraping up your sides, making you giggle more and shudder. Anticipation banks inside you and you squirm a bit more - as much as you can with so many hands pressing on you. You relax your hips and feel the arousal inside as your pussy expands and moistens in expectation. The empty spaces inside begin to hunger more urgently.
After a while, hands gently turn you over, now caressing your shoulders, stomach, breasts, thighs. Your lover's voice from somewhere between your legs announces, "Time for some introductions, I think."
His breath flows warm against the moistening heat of your sex. Hands grasp both your wrists. The one on the left turns your palm skyward a voice announces, "I'm Frank" as you feel the weight and heat of a long, circumcised cock in your hand. You wrap it firmly in your fingers and as you stroke it you feel its distinct and interesting curve. Depending on the angle of attack, that beauty could hit some really fun spots, you think.
Frank moans low in his chest as your thumb brushes across the mushroom edge of his unusually thick glans. Before you can half wonder how it might feel inside you, your right palm heats up with the full load of another cock. "I'm Amos" a deep voice chuckles, "so very nice to meet you."
