[MF] and [F] half sleeping nearby… one night stand sharing a room with her sister

Advance warning… it doesn’t become a sister-sister threesome. I think in real life that’d be weird! I do have a few other threesome stories but this is my first post on here, so I’ll see how it goes down.

I was in LA for a conference and while I was out with the group from work, started talking to another group, mainly female, who were in town on vacation. This was a Friday night in a nice bar, everyone was in a positive, friendly mood and saying hi to the people around them. I got into a flirty, teasing argument with a girl called Charlotte: petite, blonde, in a black dress and heels that brought her up to about 5’4 to my 6’2. She had a naughty, cheeky, cute face and an expression in her eyes that made you think she was either mocking you or inviting you to bed. Turned out it was a bit of both.

Her group drifted off as the evening wore on, including her older sister, who I’d been introduced to but hadn’t talked to much – you could tell they were closely related, though her sister Kay had more classically pretty features, rather than perky and cute, and was a good few inches taller.

By this point, Charlotte and I were sitting close together at the bar, continuing our friendly arguments. She pointed out that everyone had left us alone, including my group. I said something like yeah, maybe they were afraid of breaking up the fight, and she said her friends had noticed that my leg had been pressing up against hers for the last hour.

I’d realised that too, of course, but hadn’t said anything, or moved, because I was enjoying it. We finished our drinks and had a little exchange about well, we better go, the place is closing soon… and then we wandered out together. She took my hand as if we were a couple, and outside I slid my arm around her waist. I told her where I was staying, which was a few blocks away. She said, I’m staying right there.

The Bonaventure Hotel was gleaming in front of us and above us, like a futuristic city of the 80s: silver towers, elevators gliding up the sides. I know it’s a retro relic, not the best place, but I wanted to see what the bedrooms were like, and it was closer than mine, so I let her lead me across the road, through the lobby with its fountains, and into one of the elevators. We still hadn’t kissed, even now when the city was spread out in front of us, and we were riding up the side of a silver tower. It was almost as if we were both leaving it open: maybe we really were just going to keep talking. I was hoping she’d have some booze in her room at least.

She opened and closed the door very softly, and told me to shush. Sit there and be quiet, she told me. She disappeared to the bathroom and I sat on her bed, and as my eyes got used to the light I could see the other double bed, and Kay under the covers, her back turned to me. They were sharing. The room was draped with clothes, with bags spilled onto the floor and counters – you know the kind of stuff. Straighteners, make-up, heels.

She came back barefoot, in underwear and a little tank top, and just got straight into her bed. She patted the sheet next to her. ‘Come on.’

It was still almost innocent; almost like a sleepover. I went along with it. She watched me as I took off my suit jacket and unbuttoned my shirt. I liked having her eyes on me, steadily, as if she was appreciating it in the light that escaped from the bathroom. I was getting stiff by the time I unzipped my trousers and dropped them on the floor, and I was glad she could see the shape, maybe silhouetted. Her eyes were still on me.

I left my boxers on and slipped into the bed with her, and now finally she turned onto her side, facing me, and kissed me softly on the lips. It was slow and relaxed, our mouths meeting and exploring. I rested my hand on her hip, just on the waist of her panties, stroking her bare skin, and she slid her hand into my hair, then over my shoulder, down my arm… all the way over my forearm to my hand, and back up again. Teasing, just like our conversation, and taking it slow.

When she slid her bare leg over mine and moved a little closer, I started kissing her neck, my hand in her hair. She was breathing faster in my ear, gasping now. My cock was aching, straining against my boxers, and I groaned as she rocked her hips, letting her body brush against it.

Bad move, it seemed. She went still and put her hand across my mouth. ‘You’ve got to be quiet,’ she whispered.

‘OK.’

But I didn’t want to risk her losing the mood. I slid my hand between her legs and began to stroke with two fingers through her panties – they were plain cotton – then when she buried her face in the pillow and moaned against it, I slid them to one side. She was so hot and wet, my fingers slid across her. We both gasped again.

We started kissing more urgently, partly to muffle our sounds. Her hand went to the front of my boxers, feeling the thickness and length of my cock through them, then pulled them down below my balls and began to slide her hand slowly over it. Her smooth fingers caressed my shaft, sometimes gripping more firmly on the down-stroke, sometimes adding a little twist with her wrist. I loved the way she wasn’t just pumping, or carrying out a random, regular movement… she was really appreciating it, enjoying the feel of my cock in her hand.

My fingertips were circling and stroking over and around her clit, as she moved her hips against them. My other hand pulled her strap off her shoulder and her top down under her breasts. Small and cute like the rest of her, with little hard nipples. I slid my fingers into her mouth and mine, and rubbed the wetness over her breasts. Our kisses were open-mouthed, tongues sliding together now. Again, when she moaned she broke off and turned her face between the pillows, and I started doing the same…pressing my face against them, muffling my voice as her hand kept working expertly, driving me crazy.

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This turned out longer than I expected. There’s more story, of course! Let me know if you want to hear more of it.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/73rr30/mf_and_f_half_sleeping_nearby_one_night_stand