Amber Wave bit her lower lip and toyed with the key in her hand. She knew that once she unlocked the door she was committing herself to a fantasy she'd only imagined. Her throat went suddenly dry and her palms began to sweat. Taking a deep breath she slid the keycard in and watched the light flash green. The door opened and she stepped in.
Three men sat at a small hotel room table. Cards were held in beefy fingers and chips littered the polished surface. They all looked at Amber and she felt her pulse race. Her gaze held each ones for a brief moment, before she set her overnight bag down.
"I guess I owe you five grand," Jon said as he rose from the table.
Amber knew it was Jon. She knew each one of the men, though this was the first time she was actually meeting them in person. Jon pushed in his chair, reached in his wallet and tossed it toward Mark. Mark chuckled, reached in and pulled out several green bills. Amber watched as he rolled them up and stuffed them in the front pocket of his jeans. Jon had said he was well off, now she'd seen the proof.
"You bet him I wouldn't come?" Amber asked, slipping her shoes off and kicking them to the side.
"He did," the third voice chimed in. Adam picked up the bottle of beer he'd been nursing and leaned back in his seat. "I however knew you'd come. You've wanted this too long."
Amber blushed and nodded her head. What Adam said was true. She had fantasized about each man, whether it was just a one on one meeting or a group. It didn't matter to Amber, each one made her feel beautiful, something she herself never believed.
"It feels odd though, just walking in here like this. . . I'm not sure what to do," she admitted and pulled off her jacket. Jon was there, taking it from her hand hanging it in the closet. She thanked him and then Mark rose, offering her a wine cooler, knowing she didn't like the taste of beer. She thanked him, but decided to pass up the offer. She wanted no excuses when the morning came. Amber shuffled nervously on her bare feet as she tried to settle the racing of her heart.
Adam rose from the chair and walked over to Amber. She watched his movements, a fluttering in her belly just one of the signs that overcame her whenever she looked upon the older man. His salt and pepper gray hair was somewhat curly. It hung just over the collar of his dress shirt and the tie he wore hung loose around his neck. She remembered the way he looked in his pics and on the web cam. When he reached her, she felt herself sway toward him, blush brighter and then whimper softly when his hand caressed her cheek.
"I've been wanting to do that since the first time I saw your picture," he told her and ran a finger along her jaw.
Amber bit her lower lip and then felt Jon's breath brushing against her neck. She shivered as the soft strands of hair rose up and seemed to beg for his attention. Jon chuckled and ran his lips across her neck, while his fingers toyed with the bobby pins she had in her long copper hair.
"I've been wanting to do that," he whispered, repeating words that Adam had just spoken. She leaned back and felt his chest against her back. Her lids fluttered closed and then they opened just enough to watch Mark step in. She felt his lips on her collar bone and praised herself for still standing.
"Amber I don't think you have to worry about what to do. Since we arranged this little get together a few months ago, we've all been a little nervous. But it is something we've all imagined. . . and wanted," Adam said and then stepped back and removed his tie and shirt. Amber watched him, continuing to whimper and gasp as Jon and Mark slowly removed her clothing.
She felt strong fingers skim down her arms and then rest on her hips. She knew they were Jon's; his hands were soft; he claimed it was because he was a pencil pusher and had grown up a city kid. She didn't care though, she loved the soft skin as it curled around her shirt's hem and grazed up her sides. Amber felt a bit of self-consciousness when her spaghetti strap top was off and her strapless bra was all that hid her large breasts. She reached up to cover herself but stopped when Adam shook his head no, seconds before Mark pulled her arms away.
Jon's fingers had managed to free her long curly hair and he now toyed with it as he casually made his way down her back to play with the snap of the offending satin and lace. She felt one hook, then another, followed by a third; her bra was soon only held up because of the fullness that was buried inside the material.
"Mark, you concentrate on the front while I learn how straight this lass's spine is," Jon whispered and gathered Amber's locks into one hand, swept it over her shoulder and let it spill across her chest. She shivered when she felt his tongue begin to trace the shape of his intended path. The tip trailed a line of moisture that made her skin grow warm and pink.
Mark chuckled, more than willing to do as his friend had suggested. He stood at an angle, allowing Adam the view he desired. Amber shifted nervously; her fingers, clenched in fists, remained at her side. She tried to remain calm, but her body betrayed her. The scent of her sex was already wafting up to mingle with the aroma of both feminine and masculine colognes. She breathed deep, enjoying the different fragrances and then took in her own natural perfume and closed her eyes.
