[Second story in a sort of series. Long, but she wasn’t complaining. Feedback always appreciated by comment or PM.]
I walked into the back office of the hotel where I worked, at the start of a night shift. Some of the girls were laughing before I reached the door, and it turned out they were planning a team party. Well, perhaps not a party exactly: just a night out for the team in the big town half an hour away. As I showed up they were discussing getting hotel rooms and who would have to share with whom. Mindy, just at the end of her late shift, was perched on one of the desks with her feet on a swivel chair. She always made our cheap uniform look good, and the navy pencil skirt fitted her legs perfectly.
“Well, would you want to share with me?” she demanded.
“Er, I mean… sure. If you can be trusted?” As far as I knew, the rest of the team weren’t aware of our playtime a few weeks previously; we hadn’t done anything since despite being on shift together for a couple of nights, and even though I’d broken up with my sort-of girlfriend and Mindy now enjoyed the ability to make me lose my train of thought just by looking at me and licking her lips, I didn’t want to spoil things by making a wrong move.
From the back of the room, Julie interrupted. “Oh, Mindy’s a good girl… you’re the one we have to watch out for, surely!” Julie was the ‘big sister’ of the group: 26, petite but curvy, with piercing blue eyes and dark brown hair, she’d often greet you with a hug but took no arguments from any customers. At only 18 I was one of the youngest on the team and apart from the Mindy incident I’d been on my best behaviour since joining so everyone seemed to think I was a ‘good guy’. And as a result, the girls would often make flirty suggestions in my direction, which was just fine by me. I just smiled in response to her accusation. At the other desk, Inga had been looking through some paperwork and tapping at the computer. She was always the organised one at work: a tall, slim, blonde Norwegian whose age was unclear but who had a fearsome ability to absorb vodka.
*****
Two weeks later, we all checked into a hotel in town and made our way up to the rooms. In the end I was sharing with our maintenance guy Mike, a guy in his 30s who I suspected was only coming along so he could get a good night’s sleep away from his young family. Our room had connecting doors to the room which Mindy and Julie were sharing and where a couple of other girls were also getting ready with the help of some bottles of cheap fizz in between shrieks of laughter, so after freshening up we sat down with a couple of beers and caught up while an intermittent fashion show appeared in the doorway so we could offer our opinions. To the surprise of everyone Inga seemed to have brought an entire suitcase full of borderline fetish wear, showing off a red PVC basque, a skin tight silver catsuit which really emphasized just how long her legs were, and finally a black leather mini skirt and black mesh halter neck top through which her small but perky tits were very clearly visible.
Mike, the spoilsport, broke the silence first. “Inga… aren’t you going to be cold if we have to queue anywhere?”
“Typical man! We all have breasts you know.” She sighed heavily as she returned to the other room.
Eventually everyone was ready: Inga had borrowed a white tube dress from Julie in spite of their height difference and seemed unconcerned about it only covering half her thighs. Julie was slightly more demure in a navy blue velvet halter neck. Mindy had chosen a strappy little black dress as usual: it really showed off her toned swimmer’s shoulders.
“Need a hand with the zip on that?” I offered, innocently.
She rolled her eyes. “No, I got Julie to do it up, thank you! No need for your hands to do anything.”
*****
A few bars later, most of us found ourselves outside a big noisy nightclub in town. Mike, as predicted, made some excuses about not keeping up with us kids, and hopped in a taxi with a couple of the others, telling me to look after the girls.
“Ohhh, no worry, we will be looking after him!” Inga replied, by now quite tipsy. Once inside we found a corner to occupy and continued chatting about whatever in that not-quite-shouting way while our eyes became used to the not-quite-darkness. Inga appeared waving a bottle of vodka and a jug of lemonade which she proceeded to share around. “I know the bar manager, he gave us this for free!” After a couple of vodkas each, some of us got up to dance, the girls making a circle around a pile of their handbags on the floor.
Inga was quite a dancer. By which I mean she threw herself into it with an energy that wasn’t just the vodka: clearly outside work she let herself off the leash. She danced with everyone: getting up close with the girls, pulling random guys into our group and then pushing them away again while we all laughed. During one slower song she started grinding her pelvis against my hip, laying a hand on my shoulder. I saw Julie and Mindy mouthing “are you OK?” at me, I made a mock-scared face and then playfully put a hand on Inga’s arse, pulling her slim arse against me. The others laughed then mimicked us, Mindy wrapping her arms around Julie and getting her arse cupped in response, and continued dancing with each other.
By the end of the song Inga had shifted around so she was grinding against my front, with my hands on the side of her hips. The dress barely covered her arse cheeks where it had ridden up. I leaned towards her ear. “Hey, bad girl…”
“Yeah, bad girl. But you’re a good boy… I can feel how much you like it, yeah?”
“Ha, can’t blame me…”
In spite of the beer and the vodka, I was making a bulge in the front of my trousers and Inga was clearly enjoying making me uncomfortable, nudging up and down my growing cock. I reached down to rearrange things down there and she grabbed my wrist. “Find anything else?”
Before I could answer, she slid my hand between her thighs, pushed them together and kept grinding. To my surprise her inner thighs were soaking wet, whether with sweat or pussy juices I couldn’t tell. I carefully slid my index finger along the outside of her labia as she groaned into my ear, finding a row of small beads running down the middle of her smooth pussy. It seemed to be some sort of pearl g-string: I ran my finger up and down it, lubricated by her juices, holding her arse firmly with my other hand as she continued to rub herself against me.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see Mindy and Julie kissing each other lightly on the lips as the song ended. They broke contact and stepped towards Inga and me, as I pulled my hand back and subconsciously tasted Inga’s sweet wetness on my finger.
“You poor boy…” Julie started.
I laughed. “I know, taken advantage of like that by the scary Norwegian. I need a drink!”
We all headed back to the table. A few of the team had called it a night, but there was still some vodka and lemonade left. I stuck to a lemonade, figuring that I needed to be thinking a little more clearly. Mindy and Julie mixed the two, while Inga landed next to me on the bench seat, picked up the vodka bottle and took a gulp.
“Ahhh, yes… this is a good night. Dancing with boys, vodka, music.”
Julie intervened. “You need to be careful with him, you know. He’ll get all excited.”
“I think he got a little bit excited already!” Inga laughed. “Anyway, he’s not so innocent, he’s very good with his hands.”
Julie broke a brief silence. “Oh really? It’s always the quiet ones.” She laid a hand on my leg, causing Inga to copy her and Mindy to explode with laughter looking at me.
“His face, he looks so worried!”
*****
Shortly afterwards we’d finished off the drink and made our way out of the club, hopping in a taxi back to the hotel. We picked up a six-pack of Smirnoff Ice, Mindy’s favourite, at a late night newsagent on the way, and headed towards Mindy and Julie’s room. Mike was snoring in ‘our’ room, but as Inga went to close the connecting door a little, it clicked shut under its own momentum.
“Oh no.” She giggled. “Do you have your key?”
“We only had one per room. I’ll have to get my stuff in the morning. Mindy, Julie… do you mind if I sleep on the sofa?”
They both shrugged to say ‘whatever’ and cracked open bottles of drink. I picked one up for myself and flopped on the sofa, remembering the last time I’d tasted Ice: when Mindy was sat on the end of a bed stroking my cock… she was sitting on the end of her bed now, having kicked off her shoes and leaned back.
Inga seemed to suddenly be feeling the effects, and yawned widely. “Well, kids… I think I have to go back to my room now. Hey, Marco – can you come and keep me warm?”
I knew what she meant by keeping her warm, of course; but as I was fairly inexperienced at the time I did find her a little scary, so I politely declined, hoping not to hurt her feelings. “Sorry – I think I’d better be here so I can get my stuff from next door in the morning?”
Inga got to her feet, and before leaving pecked me on the cheek and playfully grabbed my groin. “Be a good boy now, yeah?
After she left, Mindy and I chatted for a few minutes.
“You know why she wanted you to go with her, right?”
“Mindy, I’m not stupid… yes, of course. Wouldn’t be right though, you know?”
Julie, leaning against the headboard of her bed, became quiet and we soon noticed that she had fallen asleep. I lifted the half-full bottle out of her hand and Mindy rolled the duvet over her.
“I’m going to turn in too I think” I whispered. “But I need a shower first: I stink of smoke.” This was the late 90s – smoking in bars and clubs was still completely normal and you almost didn’t notice, but the smell of it when you got home was unbearable. I padded into the bathroom and nudged the door closed.
Standing under the big walk-in hotel shower, for a few minutes I enjoyed letting the warm water run over my head, soaping myself up with a tangy lemon showergel to clean away the smoky smell and the sweaty stickiness from dancing. I was just cleaning around my balls, facing the wall, when to my surprise a voice whispered in my ear making me jump.
“Need a hand with that?”
“Mindy!” I hissed back, trying to blink the water out of my eyes.
She placed her left hand over my mouth. I could smell something on her fingers, something sweet. “Shhh…”
Against my back, I felt her naked tits brushing against me, her sensitive nipples puffed up a little. They weren’t huge, maybe 34C, but had been firm enough to smoosh into my face before as she rode me. What was that taste… not Smirnoff Ice sweet, just…
Her right hand slipped around my hip and down to my rapidly swelling cock. Her long fingers wrapped around it. “Mmm, I remember this beautiful cock of yours.” Her thumb drew circles on my cock head as her fingers stroked the underneath, quickly making my knees feel like jelly. I dipped my head forward so the shower water streamed down my back, and weaved my shoulders from side to side, feeling her nipples getting firmer against my wet skin. It was everything I could do not to turn around.
“What were you doing to Inga earlier, Marco… I want you to show me.”
I took a deep breath and reached behind me, slowly sliding up her right leg to her hip and around to enjoy the feel of her smooth, curvy, but firm arse. When we played before, she never removed her panties, but I didn’t find any this time.
She hissed into my ear again. “Touch my fucking pussy, Marco. I know you were fingering Inga in the club and wanted it to be me.” As if to confirm, her fingers grasped onto my shaft tighter: I could feel it throbbing in her hand.
As I had done earlier for Inga, I slid my finger gently along her outer lips at first, feeling their puffy softness. Her inner lips protruded only slightly, delicate little leaves, and I traced my middle finger every so lightly over their edges, her slippery juices coated them even as the shower water flowed down between us. I lifted my hand back up to taste her and eventually realised what I had smelled on her fingers before.
“Were you touching yourself watching me?” I whispered.
“Of course. I’ve been thinking about that fat cock all night. In the taxi back here I was stroking myself under my coat.” She giggled quietly. “You didn’t notice?”
I reached to switch the shower off and finally turned around to look at her. Her eyes were sparkling, and as she lifted a hand to smooth her wet mousy brown hair back, I drank in the sight of her slightly curvy but toned body fully naked in front of me. Holding my hand, she stepped back out of the shower, trailing water on the floor, and perched on the edge of the sink unit. My hands ran down the back of her shoulders, as I kissed her deeply, feeling her tits pressing against my wet chest, before bending down to take her nipples into my mouth one at a time, flicking at their tips, remembering how much she enjoyed it before. Kneeling down, I placed a hand on each of her thighs and kissed the front of them, then gently spread her legs and took a close look at her pussy for the first time. Her pubic hair had been neatly trimmed into a strip, and as I had felt with my fingers it was smooth, tidy, and where her legs were spread I could see drips of her wetness shiny in the bathroom light. Knowing she had stopped me before, I paused.
“Go on. Try me.” She breathed.
“If you’re sure. You look perfect.”
With my fingers I stroked her inner thighs, working my way towards her pussy. She rolled her right nipple between her thumb and forefinger, looking down at me as I ran the tip of my tongue from the bottom edge of her vulva up towards her clitoris causing her to twitch with the sudden intensity.
“Oh… fucking hell, Marco.”
Using the flat of my tongue, I mimicked what she had done to my cock and made slow circles around her clit, holding her arse tightly with both hands on the edge of the sink. She grabbed a towel and covered her mouth, panting and murmuring into it, but after a few minutes, she gave in to the sensations as I felt her thighs tense around me as they had before, her breath gasping and her pussy releasing more juices as she came.
“You fucking… ohhhh, you fucking dirty boy…!”
As she relaxed, I stood up and kissed her once more. My cock, still rigid, poked her in the stomach and she giggled quietly again.
“I’m so tired… I don’t know if I can…” she whispered.
I stroked her hair. “You don’t need to do anything.”
“Maybe in the morning?”
“Sure.” To be honest I was also exhausted, it had been a long night.
We dried off and crept back into the room. I put my boxers back on, and as she got into her bed I laid the duvet over her, before turning to head toward the sofa.
As I passed the other bed in the room however, Julie stuck a hand out and grabbed my passing leg.
“Oh hey, dirty boy… did you think I wouldn’t hear you both…?”
[to be continued…]
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/lnmrtn/big_night_out_part_1_mf18long