We were out of town, luxuriating in a weekend away at a posh hotel. The lobby bar was exquisite – all deep jewel tones, polish, and with just the right low lighting that it felt like anything could happen.
We first noticed them earlier in the day, at the small cafe around the corner. He was tall, muscular but without a hint of self-possession. Dark hair, dark eyes. She was clearly a runner – all legs and with a bright, tanned face that brought out the blue in her eyes. They both smiled openly at us, their eye contact lingering only slightly longer than usual. James squeezed my hand, our long-established signal for *hmmm*. The moment passed and we went about our day.
But something had shifted that night. Maybe they had spent time thinking about us that day too – chatting quietly over a glass of wine about the brief encounter. Whispered fantasties while running their hands over one another’s bodies.
James looked every bit the hot professor in his perfectly messy hair, light stubble and dark glasses. He was also in one of my favourite sweaters – dark green, fitted enough to show off his strong, wide back and full shoulders. His dark, fitted jeans hinted at the size of him – when I was feeling particularly frisky, I would run my hands along the inseam of those jeans under the table, forcing him to wait out our exit.
I was in my own staple outfit – black jeans that left exactly nothing to the imagination, and a loose knit draped sweater that hugged my curves just right, and barely concealed my black lace bra – which barely concealed what lay beneath. I’d opted for loose curls – the kind that looked a little too messy, like maybe they’d had hands running through them just minutes before. And invited you to do the same.
We were standing at the bar when they walked in, clearly having just come from an event. The first thing I noticed was she wasn’t wearing anything underneath her dress – it simply wasn’t possible. The fabric clung to her breasts and hips ever so slightly, just draping over her body. I couldn’t help but miss the way her small, tight nipples hardened as she noticed us. I felt a tightening deep in me, just as I felt James’ hand slip across my lower back. So he had noticed too.
He was in a dark grey suit, perfectly tailored and just begging to be ripped off. As they waited to be seated, I met his gaze. His eyes held mine for a moment, then travelled down the length of my body as he ran his hand across her bare back. She looked up at him and followed his gaze. I met her eyes with a slight tilt of my head, curious. She smiled, slowly, and they started walking our way.
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We didn’t stay at the bar very long. We covered the basics over a shared bottle of red – she was Claire, he was Daniel, they were here for a wedding. Claire was the perfect combination of reserved and flirtatious, gently touching my arm while telling a story, and I knew James and I were both wondering how that would translate to the bedroom. As we finished the last few sips of wine, I looked at James to make sure we were on the same page. He put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer to him. Then he smiled and gave me the tiniest of nods. I smiled right back, and we held each other’s gaze for a few seconds. I felt the familiar flush through my body, the longing to have him touching me. Everywhere. But maybe tonight we would have a few extra hands.
I looked back at Claire and Daniel. Sometimes, in this situation, you can misread a conversation. Misunderstand a glance or a touch. But I knew as soon as I looked back at them that we were all thinking the same thing. I smiled, taking in the sparkle in Claire’s blue eyes and the pure lust in Daniel’s.
“James and I were wondering if you’d like to join us upstairs.”
They looked at each other, briefly, then both smiled and turned back to us. Daniel’s voice was noticeably heavier than it had been a few moments before.
“We would love to.”
I smiled and started to turn towards the elevators, when I felt a hand on my arm, gentle but persistent. Not James’ arm. I looked up at Daniel, who was suddenly very serious.
“We do have one condition though.” Claire was leaning back into him slightly, her neck slightly flushed below a little smile, and her lithe back pressed into his chest. He leaned forward so we could hear him as he dropped his voice. His hand, hot and large, was still on my arm.
“We’re pretty competitive. There’s a little game we like to play.” As Daniel spoke, I felt James move closer behind me, his hand on my hip, just below where Daniel was still touching my arm. James leaned forward over my shoulder,
“We like games. What are the rules?”
Daniel smiled and leaned back, his fingers grazing my arm as he pulled away. He took Claire’s hand and nodded his head towards the elevators,
“I’ll explain on the way up.” James slid his hands down my shoulders then moved beside me. He took my hand and we followed Daniel and Claire.
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“The rules are pretty straight forward. Whoever makes their partner cum first will be…well taken care of by all of us.” It occurred to me briefly how insane it was that we were talking about sex with two people we had met less than an hour ago.
The elevators arrived and opened with a ping. Daniel turned to me and offered his hand. I took it, again reveling in the different touch, and let him escort me inside. He guided me towards one side and let his hand run across my stomach as he moved to stand behind me. A shiver of anticipation ran through me as I turned to look at James. He started back at me with an intensity I felt boring deep into me. Being looked at by James like that, with his golden brown eyes, with another man’s strong hand resting across my stomach was enough to make my knees physically weak, and my clit pulse with anticipation.
I peeled my eyes off James’ and looked to Claire, who was staring at Daniel with the same intensity. James offered Claire his hand and they stepped into the elevator to join us. As Daniel ran his other hand over my hip, I watched James run his fingers, the fingers so frequently deep inside me, run down the side of Claire’s neck, across the top of her shoulders, and gently push the thin strap of her dress down her arm.
Her dress slipped ever so slightly, the fabric now barely covering her nipple. I put my hands on either of Daniels’, keeping them there and forcing him to follow behind me, and slowly took two steps towards Claire and James. I reached out and followed the path James’ fingers had just taken with my own, and felt Claire’s breath catch as he traced my fingers with his mouth, gently kissing both the tip of my fingers and her neck. I followed her smooth skin down to where her strap now lay, half way down her arm. I ran my finger over the thin, silky strap, then followed it inwards, towards her chest. I could feel Daniel getting hard behind me, his fingers grasping my waist hard. I slid my thumb over the fabric, tracing the side of her breast, then, slowly, running it under and back up, until my thumb was just beside her taut nipple. I slowly glanced up at Claire, whose eyes were half closed but watching me closely. James’ head was beside hers, his mouth on her neck, also watching me intently. I didn’t have to turn to know Daniel was taking in every second of this. I shifted back to Claire’s gaze and held it for just a second, forcing her to wait a little bit longer. Then I slowly, delicately, moved my thumb across her nipple, feeling how hard it was, feeling it strain against the thin fabric of her dress. Claire groaned and leaned back completely into James.
The elevator came to a stop. Daniel and I took a step back at the same time, slightly more appropriately distanced from James and Claire. I watched, enthralled, as James slowly pushed Claire’s strap back up her arm as the doors opened.
Had the three men waiting on the other side of the door been even slightly less drunk, they certainly would have picked up on our heavy breathing, if not the fact that the man in the dark suit was grasping the considerably less dressed up woman, while the man in the dark jeans was caressing the neck of the woman in the sleek formal gown.
But as it was, nothing was picked up on. Which somehow made it even sexier. James led Claire out first, his hand on the small of her back, smiling and nodding at the small group waiting to get on. Daniel gave my hips another squeeze before following them, placing his hand on the same spot on me.
Our room wasn’t far down the hall, but we all walked slowly, reveling in the anticipation. Claire’s dress moved enticingly over her body, and I was again reminded that it was very clearly the only thing she was wearing. James was resting his hand on the back of her neck, playing with a few escaped hairs. I was acutely aware of Daniel’s hand on my lower back, his thumb moving slowly back and forth under my sweater. I’d only met the man an hour ago, but all I could think about was getting him inside me.
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*Part 2 cumming soon…*
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hua583/vancouver_part_1_fmfm_foursome_swap
Great build up! Can’t wait for them to reach the room!