(Part One Here)
We arrived at the hotel, and immediately went to the hot tub. I had no problem with swimming in my bra and panties (especially not after so much wine), but I had barely taken one heel off before the hotel security guard appeared. He was old – stark white hair, wrinkles, and clearly lonely because he’s night shift at two in the morning.
“Aw, dude,” Engineer lamented, pulling his own shoes back on. “Don’t worry, we’re leaving.”
But the security guard shook his head. “You guys are fine, just put the beer in plastic cups.” Engineer, Coworker, and I exchanged glances and grinned at 0ur good luck. The boys offered the security guard a beer, which he politely turned down, and we told him we’d be quiet and keep the beer bottles outside the fence. Coworker wandered off to find some cups.
“What do you think?” Engineer said to the security guard, motioning to me. “We picked up this crazy broad on the street.”
“He’s lying!” I laughed, realizing that outside of the steakhouse atmosphere and in the hotel pool gates with two young men, the tight dress with the leopard print and the sexy high heels could easily be mistaken for hooker-wear, “Engineer, don’t sully my reputation for this fine gentleman.”
Coworker came back, four coffee cups in his hands. We offered once again for the security guard to join us for a brew, but he declined once more and wandered off to do his rounds. Finally, we all felt comfortable stripping down, Coworker and Engineer both in gray boxer briefs (coincidentally, my very favorite kind of underwear on a man… they’re form-fitting and huggy, but not geeky the way whitey-tighteys look), me in my black and purple lace bra with a (nearly) matching black and purple lace g-string thong. I was practically naked as it was, so I decided I’d rather not have to go home in a wet bra and I shed that, too.
Coworker and Engineer both immediately noticed my nipple ring. “Why one?” they asked, and I told them about why and when I got it, and the fantastic conversations spun off again, though this time, they were interspersed with Engineer’s tongue on my tits and exploring my mouth.
Piercings are very sexy for me. I love every one of mine, especially my tongue, nipple, and clit hood. Coworker was actually the first person to notice my tongue ring. Engineer was surprised, and I was, too, since we’d been kissing all night and he hadn’t noticed it. He kissed me deeply to get the full effect of it, and his hand dipped down below the surface of the deliciously hot water into my hot pussy. “Do you like my other piercing?” I murmured softly.
“Mmm, yeah, I noticed that…” We played for a few more moments, though he kept slapping my hands away from his balls and growing cock (“Not yet” he whispered), then Coworker demanded a beer refill, volunteering me. I agreed – everything had been seen already, no need to be shy.
When I got back into the water, Engineer slid off his gray briefs. “Whoa, man, what are you doing?” Coworker said, but no more than ten minutes later, we’d all taken off any remaining clothing. My next run out of the hot tub provoked some appreciative comments from both boys – I won’t lie, my ass is great, and if I hadn’t known that before, I would’ve been pretty sure after all their ‘niceties’ concerning it last night. Coworker now noticed the clit piercing and remarked that “of COURSE, you’re shaven.”
The security guard meandered by, inspecting my thong lying on the concrete as we all hid underneath the bubbles. We began to giggle and laugh, but he was approving. I was grateful for his allowances, but had no idea what to think about his weird involvement in our skinny dipping experience. He walked away again after an awkward conversation about phone dating services. I couldn’t help but think about how amazing the night had been so far, making out with Engineer and being entertained by Coworker, but I should admit that I didn’t even consider trying to make it a threesome. I just wanted to focus on Engineer – I was lusting after him so ridiculously hardcore that it overshadowed anything I might have wanted to do with Coworker.
We started to make little comments to Coworker to get some alone time. We strongly suggested he go get more beers from his hotel room, telling him to take his time doing it. “Fourteen and a half,” Engineer said, pushing my legs apart beneath the water and rubbing his thumb against my clit.
“Twenty-seven and a half,” I countered. I was enjoying the voyeuristic aspect of being rubbed and fingered in front of someone else, and let Engineer work his magic even though Coworker was clearly not oblivious to what was going on underneath the bubbles.
After what seemed like a torturously long time, Coworker decided to go get the beers and he was barely out of sight before Engineer pulled me over to his bubble jet and was inside me almost before I was done straddling him. I let out a small gasp. God, he is lengthy! Every stroke in and out was intense because he was so big and long and I could feel every inch of him inside me. The feeling was amazing. He bounced me up and down before putting a finger in my mouth. I licked it and sucked it like it was his cock. “God, that’s so hot,” he groaned. The water around us splashed and gave us momentum like you just don’t have on land.
He pulled out of me and brought the tip of his cock above the water. I took it into my mouth, teasing the head, half worried I might drown if I went any further. I pressed my tongue into shapes against him, using the tongue ring as the center for my tongue rolls and swirls. We traded positions over and over, to me straddling him on the hot tub bench, to me hanging onto the edge while he fucked me from behind, to him fucking me with my legs on his shoulders and my head resting against the edge of the hot tub.
“I’m so close,” he moaned.
“Don’t come yet,” I pleaded. “I want to get you in your bedroom and do so much to you…” I separated myself from him and swam to the other side of the hot tub, sweaty and panting. I started to touch myself across from him, and he joined me on the other side.
Oh, that’s when we noticed the security guard was back.
There was an awkward pause as we realized the bubbles had turned off.
“Um, hey man.”
We exchanged uncomfortable pleasantries – the security guard was very clearly not bothered by our actions. He tried to talk about something mundane and I could feel myself blushing at the situation. Finally, Engineer figured out how to get rid of him – “Bud, could you just do us a huge favor and turn on the bubbles?”
The old security guard nodded, “Sure!” He walked over to the timer and cranked it up, starting to walk away. “Oh, by the way, the kitchen crew comes in at five. It’s four now, just a heads up.”
I breathed a sigh of relief as he left, nibbling and sucking on Engineer’s ear as well. “Maybe now we should head back to your hotel? I don’t think Coworker is coming back.”
“Alright.”
I began to climb out of the hot tub, and as I stood on the steps, Engineer pushed gently on my back, bending me over. I moaned softly as his tongue found its way between my thighs, licking my pussy lips and ass. It felt amazing, and I was aroused by the sheer audacity of my naked body on display outside the water, bent over and clearly being taken care of. I imagine that Coworker was watching somewhere because he didn’t appear until after I climbed out completely and had a towel around my body. We explained to him that the security guard had ‘walked in’ on us, and he joked, “In what position?” We grinned, then arranged a search party for our clothes. Engineer hung my g-string around his neck and, aching to get a proper bed fuck, I followed him to his hotel.
To be continued.
I really hope this ends with you having a threesome with them!!! It’s my sluttiest dream to have the Eiffel Tower. I shouldn’t have read this knowing BP is out of town. It’s gonna be a looonng sexless weekend.
Ah, well, Part Three – The Hotel is coming…! I don’t want to dash your hopes, but Coworker remained at his hotel… It is a slutty dream of mine, too, though.
You’re such a lucky girl, it’s been far too long since I was in a hot tub, let alone in one naked with someone else…
It had been far too long for me, too! But I guess that made the experience much more unique that it was rare. If I was in a hot tub naked with someone else every night, I might not have appreciated it! ;P
You’re a great writer, and I’ve been reading all the parts in order….
Paloma Pentarian