“Boys and girls make fun” Part-5 Continues……
I did indeed sleep late into the afternoon when the phone rang.
“How soon can you be ready?” June asked me. “I’ve booked a room,” she continued before I was even awake enough to answer. “I’ve stayed there before, not as fancy as the Marriott, but it’s clean and spacious enough to party in. I thought we’d go over, check in, and then see if we can have a bit of fun even before tonight.”
“Give me an hour,” I told her, rolling out of bed.
She laughed. “Still in bed are we? Ok…an hour then, dress easy, jeans…tee shirt, this won’t be the dress-suit crowd we’ll be scoping out tonight like we did last night,” she reminded me.
I was ready in forty-five minutes and headed over to her place. In addition to a small overnight bag, she informed me she was also bringing her “toy” bag as she called it in the event we were lucky enough to include at least one other woman tonight. We soon headed out, arriving at the inexpensive, but well known hotel a short time later. This time we were on the top floor of a nine floor unit.
The room was spacious enough with a fairly large bedroom and a sitting room adjacent to that, all open but comfortable enough to move around in. It was still early yet according to June before we’d actually go out and cruise any bars. Not quite six in the evening yet, she informed me we should go down to the lobby bar, hang around there for a bit and see if there was anyone we might find interesting enough to approach for a “quickie” as she called it.
And unlike the night before, we ordered a couple of beers, sitting there at the bar sipping them as June glanced about the sparsely filled room. Only a handful of customers were there, a small pool table off in the back where a couple of men were playing, neither of which June paid much attention to.
“What about those two?” I asked curiously, wondering why she’d already passed them over.
“They’re gay,” she said simply.
I looked again, there was nothing about them, either of them that would have suggested that to me. I heard some people had what they called gay-dar, but for the life of me I couldn’t determine that from where I was sitting. June noticed me continuing to look in their direction having obviously given up on anyone else currently within the room.
“The one on the right has black fingernails,” she informed me. “Plus, if you notice, he’s subtly touched the other guy’s hand whenever he’s passed him the chalk for their pool sticks.”
I looked a bit closer, observing. Sure enough he did, and his smile every time they switched turns now had more of a noticeable look to it than just being friendly and having a good time, though they were.
“Damn, you’re good!” I told her. “I certainly didn’t pick up on that.”
June laughed. “Only because I’ve had plenty of practice doing this,” she told me. “I’ve learned to read people fairly well.”
It was then that a guy came walking out of the restroom in the back. We hadn’t seen him before when we’d come in. He had taken a booth, but appeared to be alone. He didn’t even bother sitting down again, throwing a couple of bucks on the table, and then finishing his beer as he stood there. He turned and appeared to be heading out the door.
“Come on,” she said, taking me by the hand. “Let’s see where this leads!”
Following, we trailed him through the lobby where he stopped briefly at a magazine stand perusing a few of them before deciding there was nothing of interest there.
“I bet he’s here on business…and alone,” she informed me as we now watched the guy slowly making his way over towards the elevators. “Come on,” she grinned once again, pulling me along with her as we headed towards them as he stood waiting for the doors to open. “Follow my lead, and don’t get all shy on me,” she whispered just as we reached him, standing off to one side.
He looked at us briefly. June flashed him a smile, somehow managing to dig in her left breast against the side of my chest. The movement didn’t go unnoticed as he stood there looking at her, even after the doors to the elevator had opened.
“Going up?” he asked.
He waited until we’d entered the elevator before stepping inside himself, though June was already answering his question as we did that.
“Hopefully, going down too,” she grinned wickedly. His look now confused, as was mine. “Just something about elevators that excites me,” she said, her hand now coming over to rub against the not quite noticeable bulge in my jeans. No one had even pushed the buttons to their floors yet as the doors closed.
“Floor?” He now asked having realized that, though his attention was now elsewhere as June continued fondling my prick with her hand.
“No…I’ll just lean over,” she giggled, unzipping my fly. He laughed at that, and then pushed the top floor button.
“No guarantee’s someone else won’t be going up too,” he informed her.
“That’s part of the fun and excitement though isn’t it?” She responded by taking out my rapidly stiffening cock. I was surprised I could find myself as aroused as I was, nervous as I was, as June continued to fondle my prick in front of a complete and total stranger.
For the first time he addressed me, grinning. “Damn fucking lucky. Never had anyone do that for me in all the years I’ve been traveling around. And I’ve spent a lot of time going up and down in elevators,” he informed us.
“You mean you’ve never had a woman play with your dick in an elevator?” June said in surprise.
He shook his head no, pretty sure this was about as close as he’d ever come to that. And then she reached over. “Well we can’t have that now…can we?”
The moment she placed her hands on the front of his crotch, I swore I saw his cock twitch beneath the fabric of his slacks. “What floor are you on?” she now asked. We’d just then reached the top, the doors starting to open, which obviously made him nervous as he attempted to step back just in case anyone was waiting. June had anticipated that however, grabbing him even more firmly, not letting go. The doors opened, no one stood waiting much to his relief, but admittedly, the thought of that had even excited me more than I already was, my cock rigidly sticking out of the front of my jeans.
“Seventh floor,” he said sheepishly, “but…I’m not here alone either,” he now said in warning.
“Oh? Wife? Girlfriend perhaps?” June asked, still teasing his dick.
“Ah…no,” he grimaced pleasurably as the doors closed. Once again no one had pushed any buttons. “Just another guy I work with.”
“So obviously going back to your room is out of the question then.”
He shook his head yes, that it was. Unfortunately the elevators started to move, informing us that someone below had sent for the elevator. June pushed the button for the seventh floor. We slowed almost immediately, the doors once again opening.
“Come on,” she grinned, taking each of us by the hand, leading us out. “Let’s find the stairs!”
They were just around the corner. The hall was empty as we approached them, June brazenly pushing against the door leading us both into the stairwell. “This high up, no one ever takes the stairs,” she informed us. “We should have plenty of privacy, long enough for me to get the two of you off anyway,” she now added.
He looked at me curiously as she fished out his prick, finally releasing it from his slacks.
“She enjoys doing this,” I said simply not knowing what else to say. “And I’m finding I rather enjoy the fact that she does,” I now added as the two of us stood there, cocks out, each of us wondering what was next. June answered the question shortly.
“Would you prefer a nice slick hand job? Or a blow job? But if you prefer that, I only do it with you wearing a condom,” she informed the guy. “But I do have some in my purse if you’d prefer that,” she now added.
“A…a…hand job would be just fine,” he informed her as she now stood each of our cocks within her hand as she continued to stand there fondling the two of us side-by-side.
“You can play with my tits too if you’d like. It just so happens that I have two of them.”
This time he didn’t even hesitate, reaching over to lift up her tee shirt, exposing her bare breasts which she’d purposely left uncovered just for this very purpose. Though I am sure her hard pointed little nipples pressing against the material of her blouse were further enticement to unsuspecting participants. Even I locked eyes on her twin teats as he exposed them. I’d already seen them, and yet seeing them again…here, now, was like seeing them for the first time myself. The atmosphere, the decadence of the three of us standing there in the stairwell, dicks out as June stroked them was highly erotic and sensual.