Our intrepid crew is fresh out of a somewhat rowdy visit with Hannah, still confined to her hospital bed. Sarah, the charge nurse, was close to having the crew escorted out and told not to come back, but Steven was able to reason with her about the emotional support critical to her recovery.
Steven and Meg, the hotel manager, made a dinner date with the ladies' overwhelming approval. The girls apparently "have plans" for an after-party of some sort.
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Fresh from the shower after my visit with Hannah, I thank Cyan for thinking far enough ahead to pack a couple of nice button-downs, a pair of chinos, and my tweed jacket. Given the circumstances I really hadn't planned on any time outside the hospital or where we happened to be bedding down. The Pike's Peak was a pleasant surprise, and the nagging feeling at the moment is it is about to become, much, much more pleasant.
I kiss and hug the girls before I step out of the suite to meet my date for the evening. They are all atwitter, giving me no end of crap about their educated suppositions that tonight is going to be all about carnal pleasures. I want to give our generous host the benefit of the doubt that this one-on-one meeting is going to be about comparing notes in our each operating fine luxury hotels. I'm not expecting anything in spite of my ladies firmly declaring otherwise.
Riding the elevator down is yet another nag we need to commit the funds to get ours properly repaired. The other side of that is the deserved reputation the lifts have for encouraging semi-hidden spontaneous sex, something that I have much enjoyed with several of the ladies. We know many guests have enjoyed it, as well.
I step into the lobby to find Meg waiting, very elegantly dressed in a stunning tight black skirt slit on one side nearly up to the waistband, a handsome contrasting jacket and matching heels. I can discern no blouse; it is my assumption it is unbuttoned to accent her cleavage, which is lovely, though her jacket covers everything. Her couture, while maybe a little bit "out there", is fully in keeping for a lovely fine lady's night out on the town. I am flattered that she would go to this trouble for me.
However, I'm anything but naïve. It's pretty clear her plans are to fuck me senseless.
"Shall we?" is my gentlemanly inquiry as I gently kiss her.
"We shall," the fine lady replies as we move toward the door and to the valet stand, where her car awaits. The valet and a bellhop open our doors and we each take our seats, the bellman whispering, "(You're in her crosshairs.)"
I whisper back, "(No kidding. Not my first rodeo. You've seen the girls.)"
We drive off.
"There's a nice little French place I like about eight blocks from the hotel. Good food, great ambiance, and secluded booths. We can chat in private."
"Sounds like a place we have at home. We conduct our private meetings there as well. Private enough to fuck?"
"Oo. You're no novice. You
do
have four of the finest ladies I've seen wrapped around your little finger. Or I should say, wrapped around your cock."
"Seven, in total. We're going to end the evening in our suite, Meg. They're looking forward to their time with you, too. All are expert in pussy."
"Ohmygawd, Steven. We've barely met, and you know me already."
"I've been told I have a special gift, a mysterious sense with the ladies. How do you think the harem happened?"
"
Shit!
So it
is
a harem!
I am impressed!
You live together?"
"Some of us do. Cyan and Ally, and the two at home, at the hotel. Cheyenne has a nice place out in the country; Jess has her own place, too."
"The seventh?"
"Hannah. She's the one in the hospital here. She shares an apartment with her boyfriend. He's also in the harem. Nice kid, he's our designated big cock."
"I obviously need to check out your hotel, Steven. Quite an operation you have there. Big cock, huh?"
"Yeah. Ten or eleven inches, two across."
"Mmmm. How soon can I visit?" Meg grins.
"You are one randy bitch, Meg. The girls had
you
nailed at breakfast."
She laughs, "Takes one to know one! Here."
She unbuttons her jacket. No blouse.
"Great tits. The girls will like those, too. Are we going to make it into the restaurant, or are you going to take me here in the car?"
"Tempting. Not many guys get me worked up this quickly."
"Happy to be of service. So... why are we going to dinner?"
"Socially-acceptable foreplay, Steven."
She laughs. She pulls the car into a space.
"Gotta put 'em away," as she re-buttons her jacket. "The gentlemen here are tolerant, but I offended other guests a couple of times and was asked to curb any nonsense in the public areas."
We stroll to the restaurant entrance, her hand resting in the crook of my elbow, formal escort style. The
maître d'hôtel
addresses us by name.
"Mademoiselle Jackson, Monsieur Albertson, welcome. Your table is ready. This way, please."
It's been a long time since I've seen a restaurant booth with curtains. Yeah, Meg obviously takes a lot of guys here to start the evening with a good screw.
I chuckle.
"What?"
"Oh, this makes me think of the special booth in our tavern that by accident is in a very dark corner. We call it 'the fuck booth' because couples think they're getting away with it."
"I take it they aren't."
"No, of course. It's just fun. We do it all the time ourselves, but with the publicity and everything we're having to cool it for the time being."
"How are you handling all of that? The publicity. I caught the press conference and your lawyer is
very
impressive. Anybody less capable would have been eaten alive."
"One of many reasons I love the hell out of her. Super, super bright. Nobody's fool. She keeps
me
in check, which can sometimes be a challenge."
"Wanna fuck while we wait for our drinks?"
"Thought you'd never ask."
I help her lean over the table, pull her skirt aside, unzip and stick it in. She's pretty nice, a little looser than the girls, though somewhat like Jen. So I pose the obvious question.
"You've had children, yes?"
"Three. That apparent?" as she pushes back into me. Mmmm.
"When you're used to women who haven't, the difference is noticeable. I like it, frankly. Sensations are different. This is really comfortable. Less urgent. Your body, however... can't tell. That's cool."
"Thanks! I worked on it after each one. Helped a lot."
"Okay, you're apparently divorced now. How long ago?"
"It's been ten years. He traveled way too much with his job. I got tired of being alone, and started screwing around even with the kids still at home. He didn't take it very well once it came out. It was for the better, he is a nice guy."
"Sorry to hear. Cyan and I have been together for thirty years. Looking forward to thirty more."
"And yet you have this stable of other women."
"Like she doesn't have other men? We both enjoy sex. She has a fetish that drives her -- uncut cocks. I can't help her there. We love to play, anyway, and the harem was the unintended outcome. She didn't like girls until recently, it was the harem that changed that."
