Date: Wed, 1 Apr 2009 14:22:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: sjtw69 <sjtw69@yahoo.com>
Subject: Hotel

Hotel
by Stephanie Silver


I nearly came in the elevator. Seriously! It was that good. And the
elevator was only the start.

I'd been messing around online for, oh, about six months, I guess, when I
met Mike. Mike's not his real name, of course. All names in this story,
including mine, have been changed just to obfuscate the facts. Actually, a
few of the facts were changed, too, come to think of it.  But, what the
heck. It's still a nice story.


Anyway, Mike and I started talking, and, yeah, we hit it off pretty
well. He sounded like the kind of guy I wanted to take home to
mother. Well... take home, anyway. Mother... probably wouldn't approve much
of me bringing any guy at all home, actually. See, um... Mother, Mom,
thinks I'm a boy. I don't have the heart to tell her I, um, don't really
identify very well with that boy stuff anymore. It was fun for a while,
but... now I've decided I'd just rather be a girl from now on. So, there
you go. I'm still working out the details for making it a full time
arrangement, but for now, and in the time that this story takes place, I'm
a happy little transvestite.

So, Mike and I hit it off. You know how that goes. You meet. You talk for a
bit. Eventually the talk turns to sex. (You hope it does, or else why are
you there?) And eventually Mike is suggesting you get together for real.

Why not? He seemed decent. He had all the qualities prized by a
transvestite gurl. Good looks - he described himself as 6'-0" and average
build, with blue eyes and brown hair.  And, of course... of "average" size
and thickness "down there".

Not that size matters, of course, but... it did give us one more thing to
talk about. And, I've learned that by asking for a few details in that
area, a girl can show her interest in possibly having a physical
relationship with a guy.

More important, he had those other qualities I like in a guy: fun and easy
to talk to.

Okay, I can see where I might be on the verge of boring my audience so I'll
get to the point: We decided to meet at a hotel on Thursday.  So, I made my
preparations, which I'll disclose as the story unfolds rather than subject
you poor folks to a few paragraphs that most of you probably won't care
about anyway. I know! You just want to get right to the good stuff. The
post-elevator stuff.

But I'm still going to tell you about the elevator.

Okay, so... I drove to the hotel...

Oh, wait! I forgot the most important thing. The bombshell.  All this time,
we're talking, and... I know he's married, but... he doesn't exactly talk
about his wife, you know. I mean, no big deal. I'm not exactly asking about
her, either. So, he's telling me the details of where to meet, and when,
and he says, very casually, "Oh, and my wife wants to be there to watch."

Huh?

Okay, well, at first... that just sounds kinky and weird.  But, he's
serious. And the more I think about it... the more aroused I get by the
idea.

And so I get to the hotel, about ten minutes early, 'cause I'm like that,
expecting to meet both of them. Mike's wife's name is Rachel, by the
way. So when I start talking about Rachel in a minute, you'll know who I'm
talking about.

Um, well, ten minutes early... I decide to go in anyway, and check out the
meeting place - the hotel lobby. Yeah, I know. Pretty clever meeting place,
huh? It's... your basic lobby. Two chairs on the right, check-in desk on
the left, a room with the lights out and a bunch of tables that looks like
it draws a small crowd for breakfast from seven to nine-thirty. The
elevator is off to the right around a corner, so I can't actually see it
from where I'm at. Which doesn't matter, really, because at that time I
don't yet know its significance to the story.

And I should quit mentioning the elevator for now because the poor thing is
never going to live up to the billing I'm giving it.

Well, no one was sitting in the two chairs, and no one was clandestinely
sitting in the darkened dining area as if they might be waiting for a third
party to arrive for a sexual rendezvous. So I'm first. I think.  Well,
there are two people checking in, and one of them looks like he might be
six-feet tall with blue eyes and brown hair, although from this angle it's
a total guess as to eye color, but something in the way his left shoulder
is lifted slightly suggests to me that his eyes are blue.

For a few seconds... I let my gaze sort of travel over his
body... imagining... if he actually were Mike, what it might be like to
have my arms around him, his shirt off.... his pants off... his obviously
blue eyes... watching me...


"Are you here to meet someone?"

The voice came from behind me. Since I was there to meet someone, I figured
there was a reasonable chance the question was being directed at me. So, I
turned to see who was talking.

Brown hair, blue eyes, average build, 6'-0" tall (I have calibrated eyes)
with a woman that could be his wife standing exactly two inches off his
right elbow and a half an inch back, indicating through body language that,
while she considered herself the man's equal or partner, she was going to
let him do the talking. "Mike?" I asked with a slight hesitation.

He nodded and stuck his hand out for a handshake that, if you thought about
it, was kind of silly, considering what we were planning to do
later. "Yes. And you're..." His voice grew quieter, "...Keisha?"

I nodded and smiled as we clasped hands. "Yes." And that's about where it
occurred to me that I was shaking hands with a guy that I was planning on
having sex with in a few minutes. Well, so, I let the handshake linger,
basically tempting it to turn into the two of us holding hands.

Okay, now... all of this took... What? Seven seconds? Meanwhile, I looked
at Rachel, Mike's wife, acknowledged her presence as she acknowledged mine
with barely perceptible nods, introduced myself as Keisha, the slutty girl
in the emails which I was sure she'd read, got her response that, yes, she
had read the slutty emails, and was okay with what we had planned, just as
long as both of us knew who Mike was going home with at the end of the day
and, possibly more important, who spent his paychecks. I gave her a look
that assured her that was my understanding as well, and then held the
handshake just a few fractions of a second longer than I would a real
handshake to let her know I was planning to start borrowing her husband
right then and there. I can't explain how a person can move without picking
up their feet, but it happens. Her response was to move back a few inches,
giving me her approval to take her husband.

All that in seven seconds. Seven seconds in which Mike thought all we'd
done was confirm our identities and shake hands. Men! Although, to his
credit, he did notice that something felt different about the handshake.

He introduced me to Rachel. We shook hands, acting like that was the first
interaction we'd had. From there we moved over to one of the tables in the
darkened dining area, setting down bags as if we were weary travelers
anxious to find a place we could call home for the night.

Mike and Rachel exchanged whispers as to who should take care of getting
the room arrangements."You go do it," insisted Rachel. And I sensed an
unspoken thought being transmitted between them.  Mike looked at me
helplessly. Not helpless like he wanted me to do something, or helpless
like he wanted me to understand his dilemma, but helpless like he didn't
know what might happen if he left me alone with Rachel.

For just a second or two I was tempted to say that I'd go with him. I mean,
I did feel partly responsible for helping with the room arrangements. And
then, it was like... It was like tuning your radio. All the sudden it was
like I could hear that unspoken message between them. "No, Mike, this is
your party. I'm just here to watch this time. You go do it."

I looked at Rachel, startled, and she glanced back from the corner of her
eye as if to say, "Yeah, you heard me."

I tell you, I'm not really into telepathy, but... there was a lot of it
going around the lobby just then.

So... Mike slowly made his way over to the desk, occasionally glancing back
to see if anything was going on between us. Rachel maintained her stern
demeanor. I know that if she had softened it, he would have immediately
come back.

It gave me the chance to observe her briefly. Short, dark brown hair,
probably about 5'-6" and 140 pounds. Attractive, with a decent figure, but
not stunning. Her hips were wider than mine, of course, and that gave me a
small sense of pride. Her breasts, on the other hand, were much larger. I
guessed her to be a 36C, compared to my 38A. Well, nothing much I could do
about that, since I wasn't a real girl. Still, I envied what she had, and
wondered what the chances were of seeing her topless before the night was
over.

With Mike safely distracted by the hotel clerk, Rachel turned to me and
smiled. "So is this your first time doing this kind of thing?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

She gently placed her hand on mine, telling me not to worry. And then... I
don't know exactly how it happened, but suddenly my hand was turned the
other direction, and we were holding hands. Only, I'm telling you, it
wasn't a woman holding hands with a man while her husband talked to the
desk clerk. It was two women holding hands. I'm serious.

But, so, okay... we were holding hands. And she was telling me not to be
nervous. And suddenly it clicked. What was it she had said? "I'm just here
to watch this time." This time? As in... they'd done this same thing
before? This time, as in... other times she did more than watch?

Well, I think I kind of figured Mike and Rachel out right there. They were
swingers. Well, obviously they were swingers. But, it had probably all
started with him wanting to watch her with another girl. And, maybe they'd
done that more than a few times. And Mike had only watched. And now, it was
Mike's turn. Only, fair's fair. If Rachel had to do it with another girl,
then Mike had to do it with another boy.  Only he'd discovered me, instead
of a real boy, and... Rachel decided that might work just as well. Maybe
better. So she said okay. She would get her turn to watch this time, only
her husband would be doing it with a transvestite instead of with another
woman or another man.

I don't know. It just suddenly made perfect sense. I mean, women can be
very possessive when it comes to men. If I was a woman and married to a
man, I don't know if I would let him fool around with other women. But I
might let him fool around with another man. And, since I know he might like
it better if it wasn't with another man, a transvestite would be like the
perfect compromise.

Well, with this revelation suddenly hitting me, and still holding Rachel's
hand, our eyes met, and.... And she smiled. Warmly. Genuinely. Not as if
she might rip my head off as soon as my back was turned.

Well, what could I do? I smiled back. I gulped. And, accepting what she was
offering, I said softly, "I'll be nice to him."

She squeezed my hand softly and whispered, "Just have fun with him, okay?"

And I sensed there was actually a great deal of love between her and
Mike. She truly did want for him to have a fun time. I squeezed back and
said, "I will."

There was a short pause, and then... our hands moved apart. Partly there
was the sense that she shouldn't be seen in public holding hands with a man
who wasn't her husband, especially with her husband mere feet away. Partly
there was that feeling she'd given me earlier, when Mike had shaken my
hand, that she was stepping back to let me take over for a while.

There was quiet for a while, and then I asked, "So is this his first time,
too?"

She nodded, "Yeah."

"Is he nervous?"

"A little bit."

Okay, I had to ask. "Are you just planning to watch?"

She looked at me for a few seconds, as if trying to decide what I meant. "I
think so. Unless you had something else in mind?" She narrowed her eyes, as
if daring me to admit that's what I'd been thinking.

They say one way you can spot a lie is that the answers aren't spontaneous
enough. Since I wasn't lying, my answer was out of my mouth before I even
thought about it, preceded by a waving hands gesture to indicate how far
from the truth she was as I said, "No, no, that's fine. I was just
wondering."

She relaxed, slightly, but, as if to make sure I got the point, added, "No,
I don't do trannies."

Okay, normally, I'm not witty. I mean, I might be, but it's like I think of
a witty answer the next day, and by then it's too late. And normally, well,
her words kind of hurt my feelings. But just as I was feeling myself sort
of pulling away... I knew what to say. With an innocent smile, I said what
I was sure I knew, "But you do it with other girls."

She took a moment or two to study my expression as she attempted to
determine my meaning. Finally she smiled, letting go of the sudden
animosity that had developed between us, and said, "Yeah. How'd you know?"

I shrugged and looked over at Mike. "Something in the way you said it was
his turn just made me think you'd done this before, and... I got that
impression."

She grinned and suddenly opened up to me. "Usually we do it with me and
another girl and he gets to watch." She caught her voice level rising, and
looked around to see if anyone had noticed. With hours to go before the
breakfast crowd arrived, and a nearly empty lobby, I was the only one who
heard.

"So this time it's his turn," I finished for her.

She grinned again. "Yeah. And you're the other girl."

Well, I think we both might have wanted to talk at that point about what I
might do with her husband as the "other girl" but just then Mike finished
his business at the hotel's front desk and came over to us with the key.

"Room 712," he said, showing us the key, which had an artist's depiction of
the hotel on it but no room number. And a few seconds later we were waiting
with our bags for the elevator to arrive.


Mike had ended up in the middle, with Rachel to his left and me to his
right. At first, as we walked toward the elevators, he was closer to Rachel
than he was to me. By the time one of us pressed the button to call for an
elevator, and stepped back to wait, that distance had grown to well over a
foot, while the distance between him and me was less than an inch. In
fact.... I shifted my weight slightly to test my theory, causing my elbow
to lightly touch his. Yes, we were that close.

Rachel noticed the touch and gave me a quick smile. Mike noticed too, and
leaned in toward me, maintaining the contact. I guess I'm saying all these
little distance things I keep talking about are symbolic of what we were
thinking.  Because, as Mike leaned in toward me, Rachel somehow moved back,
and, I swear, it was like I looked over, and she's more like two feet away
from her husband now, and seems to be moving away. She's letting me have
him.

So, then the elevator came, and I'm sorry this story is moving so
slowly. It's just all these details keep coming to me, and it seems like
they're important.  I'll try to get to the good stuff as quick as I
can. Okay?

So, um, the elevator finally came. I mean, not like it took forever, or
anything, but, when you're waiting, it seems like seconds are minutes. Mike
and I were... touching. That's the only way to describe it. The hotel clerk
was around the corner, so he couldn't see us without standing at one end of
the desk and leaning way out. But, well, neither of us was quite ready to
take it a step further in what still amounted to a public place, so we were
just touching. But, it was a very firm and meaningful touch.


When the elevator doors opened, Rachel went in first, and stood on the far
side of the car. I came in second, and stood opposite her. Mike was last,
and took his place next to me, facing his wife, his arm touching mine. The
doors closed, and... I don't know how it happened, but the doors closed,
and I was holding hands with Mike.

Never have I prayed so hard for an elevator to take a long time getting to
its destination. Second floor.... third floor....

I must have had my eyes closed - well, I was saying that prayer, you know -
because I think Rachel signaled for Mike to kiss me there on the
elevator. Suddenly I felt Mike take my right arm, turning me to face him. I
opened my eyes, and.... before I could say anything, I was kissing a man
between the fourth and fifth floors.

Between the fifth and sixth floors he put his tongue in my mouth. I think I
might have opened my mouth to let him. It's hard to remember just how it
happened. Well, obviously I did or else how would he have gotten his tongue
in there?

Between the sixth and seventh floors, I felt his hand grabbing my ass. I
think that's when I nearly came.

The bell rang, signaling the seventh floor. Like an alarm
clock. And... immediately... or maybe not quite so urgently, we separated.
Well, not completely. We stopped kissing, though. But Mike's hand was still
on my ass. Holding, cupping, caressing. God... it felt so sexy there.

And Rachel was watching us. I know we were both thinking the same thing: I
just kissed her husband, while she watched. And I wanted to do it some
more.

So, the doors opened, and we kind of had to be careful, you know, in case
someone was there waiting for the elevator. So we weren't holding hands
anymore, and his hand wasn't on my butt anymore, and I couldn't remember
when that had happened, but when the doors opened, I was glad there was no
one there, 'cause it meant we could hold hands again. So, when the doors
opened, and no one was there, I reached for my new boyfriend's hand again,
and held it as we stepped off the elevator.

The hall was empty, and... Mike and I were thinking the same thing, 'cause
I was guiding his hand back to my butt, and he was moving his hand back to
my butt, and the final result was his hand was right away back on my butt
as we walked down the hallway to our room.

Rachel was behind us. I think she liked watching. Well, I mean, yeah, she
liked watching. And, truthfully, I liked being watched. I liked being the
naughty little slut taking her husband. So his hand was on my butt, and I
was leaning into him pretty hard, 'cause... I probably would have made out
with him there in the hallway if someone had suggested it. I was pretty
horny, that's for sure.

Um, so... we found our room, and Rachel had the key, so Mike and I kind of
had to step back and wait, and he kissed me again there at the door while
Rachel was unlocking it. And I moaned, probably a little louder than I
really felt, just for effect. But the thing I did, the naughtiest thing, is
I let my hand go down below his belt so I could feel if my boyfriend's cock
was getting hard, and it was. Rachel was watching me, and I didn't try to
hide what I was doing, so I exaggerated the stroking movement a bit so
she'd notice, and moaned a little more.


By that point, I think all of us were pretty hot and horny, so we kind of
tumbled into the room. For a moment I thought of just forgetting the whole
dress-up-like-a-girl thing, and letting him take me straight to the bed for
some serious fucking.

But Rachel remembered, and said, "Why don't you go get changed, Keisha?" as
she pointed to the bathroom door.

So I did. I even took my time, making sure everything about my "gurl" was
just right. I started by taking off ALL my clothes. Naked, I folded them
neatly, and put them in the bag, in case anyone else used the bathroom,
they wouldn't see them. I wanted the illusion to be as complete as
possible.

Next I put on my bra and panties. My panties first, 'cause I was at least
temporarily un-hard (soft wouldn't exactly describe it), and I knew I'd be
able to tuck my five-inch clitty back between my legs and secure her there
with my panties before she had a chance to come out and make a scene.

Then a quick shave, just to make sure I was as smooth as possible, and then
moisturizer on my face to give me a fresh, clean look. I don't go really
heavy with makeup. I figure... I just do what I can, and try not to worry
about it. I put on a little bit of rouge later, and some clear lip gloss,
but that was all.

Next I put on my stockings - black thigh-highs with lace tops. That was
followed by my short black skirt and a long-sleeved yellow blouse - one of
my best colors. I then finished my makeup by adding the rouge and lip
gloss. The final touches were a necklace, a bracelet, earrings - I chose
the big hoops 'cause they made me feel the sluttiest - and an
anklet. Sorry, no hi-heel shoes.

And then I looked myself over. I had a wig, if I wanted, but Mike didn't
seem to need it, and I found it unbearably uncomfortable, so I decided to
skip it. Everything else looked perfect - or at least as close to perfect
as I can get it, so I decided I was ready to go get screwed and opened the
door.


I was a little surprised to see Rachel sitting on the bed, her crossed legs
stretched out in front of her. I guess I expected that's where Mike and I
would be, and that she would be watching us from the couch.

Mike was sitting on the small couch, and he patted the empty space next to
him as I approached. He was still fully dressed, which also surprised me a
bit, 'cause I halfway expected he might be in just his underwear or
something when I came out.

I went to sit beside him, and then Rachel stopped me, "I think you should
model for us first."

I halted, and looked at her. It was hard to know who was in charge of this
event, other than I knew it wasn't me. I don't have a take-charge
personality. That meant it was either her or Mike. Mike didn't seem to be
arguing with her, but I had it in my mind that she was just planning to
watch, so I halted, a tiny bit confused. Kind of like if you were a player
in some sporting event, and someone in the crowd started telling you what
to do. You wouldn't be sure if you were supposed to listen to them or not.

But if the referee, or your coach, was nodding their head in agreement,
then you'd probably do whatever they said. So I paused, and slowly turned,
letting Mike, and Rachel, get a good look at what I was wearing.

I blushed a little, 'cause there I was wearing a skirt and pretending to be
a girl. I thought about the lacy bra I was wearing... And wondered how I'd
feel if I'd put falsies in the cups. I decided that if I had, I'd be trying
to show off my boobs as well as my tiny ass, so I thrust my chest forward a
bit and pretended I had titties to show. And that little display of pride
gave me confidence to be the gurl I wanted to be.

I finished my slow turn, and walked slowly toward Mike, a naughty grin on
my face. I figured if Rachel wanted me to do something different, she'd let
me know.

"Hi, I'm Keisha, and I'll be your slut this evening," I said, taking a
seat.

Mike was on me in a moment. Kissing me, and pulling my skirt up so he could
grab my butt. It was happening faster than I wanted, to be truthful, but I
wasn't going to say no. To be honest, when I get in situations like that, I
kind of forget that word. I know. That's why I'm a slut.

I pressed myself against him, letting him pull me onto him as he leaned
backward onto the couch's armrest. Already his tongue was forcing its way
into my mouth. I didn't resist. I opened my mouth and let him kiss me that
way.

With my skirt pulled up nearly to my waist, I knew Rachel was getting a
good look at my panties. "Yeah, I'm a slut who wears panties and makes out
with guys," I thought, and kissed her husband even harder.

Actually, she probably couldn't see them that well, because Mike's hands
would have been blocking her view. It felt like they were everywhere. His
hands, I mean. I moaned. Something about being touched there just drives me
crazy.

Let's see... We made out... on the couch like that... for... god, I have no
idea how long.  A few seconds? A few minutes? I wasn't exactly keeping
track of the time. At some point I realized he was waiting for me to make
some kind of move. Was he? I don't know. I mean, I love kissing and making
out, but after a while, it just feels like the guy seems to be waiting for
something. It feels like we're supposed to do something else. Maybe that's
just 'cause I'm a slut or something, and don't know how to go slow.

Anyway... it felt like I needed to make a move of some kind, and I was
pretty sure he had a hard-on, if I wanted to reach down and find it, and I
did. Wanted to, I mean. Well, his hands were all over my panty-clad ass; I
wanted to touch something of his.

So I reached down and started searching for it. I knew he wouldn't mind too
much if it took me a while. I knew that just having my hand down there
groping would be a turn-on for him.  In fact...

Oh, there it was. God... it was... I traced its length through the thick
fabric of his jeans. Yeah, that was definitely a hard cock I was feeling.

"Take it out," he whispered.

I kissed him softly, letting him know I heard, and then pulled back just
far enough to find the fastenings holding up his pants. I could see the
thick bulge that I'd just felt with my hand. I reached down and touched it
again, slowly tracing its length. I realized that I'd be seeing it for real
in a few moments, and that I'd be sucking on it shortly after that. I
didn't think a whole lot past that point just then.

In the movies.... Movies just aren't like real life. You know? Pants come
off like magic in the movies. In real life, there are belt buckles to undo,
and buttons to unsnap, and zippers to find, and layers of clothing to go
through before you get to that point. I mean, god, it's fun, and I love
doing that part. I love the anticipation as you hurry to undo
everything. And then you try not to hurry, 'cause you want to savor every
moment.

And a long, long time ago, I learned how sexy it feels to a guy to have his
lover slip her hands inside the waistband of his pants first, before she
pulls them down, and let him feel her fingers touching him intimately
before he's actually undressed. So I always do that when I undress a guy.

Oh, and did I mention shoes? And socks?  So, I got Mike's pants pulled down
to about mid-thigh... and that's when I realized he still had his shoes on.

Well, I kind of dislike the idea of giving a guy a blowjob with his pants
only halfway down. I mean, in certain circumstances that would be
understandable and acceptable. But a private hotel room is not one of those
circumstances. I wanted them all the way off. So I helped him with his
shoes. I figured the socks were okay. It's not the sexiest look on a guy,
but I could handle it.

Actually, the sexiest look on a guy is levis with no shirt. But I'm getting
off the subject.

Anyway, I took his pants off first, leaving him in his shorts. Guys' shorts
always fascinate me. They're usually so drab in this way that looks like
they're really trying their best not be drab, but just can't help
themselves. Happily, for me, they weren't tighty-whities. I think I might
have packed up and gone home if they had been. I don't know. I just... I
just think guys are severely underwear challenged.

Mike's erection was now quite obvious, making a tent in his shorts.  I
smiled. I think. I must have. It made me happy to see it. I was
flattered. It's what I wanted to see.

And then I climbed on top of him to make out some more, straddling my legs
across him, and grinding my pussy onto his erection. Nice, dirty kisses
that I knew would leave no doubts what I wanted him to do. And I wiggled my
hips in a circle, making sure he knew what I wanted there, too.

And I thought about Rachel, briefly, watching, and I thought, "Yeah, I'm
gonna fuck your husband! Right here on the couch if he lets me."

Well, he didn't. Not there. But I'm getting ahead of myself. I wiggled
around enough on his lap that I managed to get his cock to slip out through
the opening of his shorts. Maybe that doesn't take a great deal of
effort. But I could tell it was out. I could feel the heat from it when it
rubbed across my thighs. I could feel its softer, smoother texture compared
to the heavy cotton of his shorts. I knew when I got off to finish
undressing him that I'd be seeing the cock that was going to screw me
later.

But I wasn't exactly in a hurry at that point. I sat back... pinning his
cock beneath me, and letting my skirt fall down to cover both of us.  And I
grinned, 'cause I knew he liked that. I knew, because it was there in his
eyes.

I took his shirt off, one button at a time, as I rocked slowly back and
forth on his cock. When I finally did slide off the couch again, to finish
undressing him, I was still fully dressed.

That didn't seem exactly fair, I guess, and I have this idea that when a
girl gives a guy a blowjob, part of the pleasure, for him, is visual. So,
without a lot of fan fare, I unbuttoned my blouse and took it off. I think
I said something about it being kind of warm, just to sort of explain why I
was doing it.

And then I kissed him again, without getting on top of him this time,
before slipping my hands inside his shorts to pull them off.

Oh, yeah, his... cock was sticking all the way out of that hole in the
front of his shorts. And it was sorta sitting there throbbing. Seriously. I
could see his pulses in it. And once in a while... it would twitch. I love
when guys do that: make it twitch without touching it. Talk about something
that makes me horny as hell.

Let's see... how big was it?  It was... it was average looking, I guess. A
little bigger than average? I don't know. It was bigger than most that I've
seen, but... I've only seen a half-dozen or so, so its' hard to say. It
looked big enough to satisfy my needs, let's put it that way. And it had
one of those mushroom heads... God, I love those. With the super smooth
helmet. Glans? Whatever. It was sexy.

And... it just begged for my hand to wrap around it and stroke it. So I did
that first, sitting beside him... and stroking his cock. And... looking at
his wife... but pretending not to see her.

After a moment or two of that, I had to see more. See, maybe that's what I
mean by how it seems like, when I'm with a guy, it just keeps feeling like
he expects me to do things. Maybe he doesn't. Maybe it's just me. Whatever,
I felt like I wanted him completely naked now. So that's when I took his
shorts off.

Okay, completely naked except for the socks. Like I say, they didn't bother
me.

Oh god! Completely naked! There he was.... a completely naked man, sitting
back on the couch, hairy chest, a dark trail leading down across his
stomach to... his hard-on... jutting out so proudly... waiting for me to
take care of it, his balls dangling seductively beneath.

So I did. Take care of his hard-on, I mean. Well, first I played with his
balls for a minute. Very nice. Much bigger than ... Well, bigger than
average - my average, I mean. I'd say... they were the third biggest set
I've ever played with.  Oh, wait... that makes them average.  I don't
know. They were a pleasant surprise, let's say that. I like big
balls. And... not too hairy. I like that. Just in case they end up in my
mouth.

Which is probably a pretty safe bet, but I'm getting ahead of the story
again.

So, I played with his balls for a minute or so, and then... Well, god, the
thing was just begging me to kiss it. It was so... sexy looking. So long
and hard! It needed to be sucked. I mean kissed. Kissed first. I meant to
kiss it on the shaft... but.. when my lips got closer... that shiny smooth
head just... attracted my lips to it.

I think I still had some lip gloss on my lips. Maybe a little. I need to
start making a note to myself to take my lip gloss with me so I can freshen
it up at key moments like that.

Anyway, I kissed it, right on the tip. And that's all I meant to do, just
then, but... somehow... my lips opened and it went inside.

I sucked, softly, for a moment or two, annoyed that I had so quickly
started sucking when I meant to kiss it and tease him a little first.

Oh, and I remember that I was supposed to let him watch. I moved my head,
making sure he could see his cock going into my mouth. I opened my eyes,
and tried to make eye contact with him.

Oh, and Rachel... Oh my God! When did she...? She had moved from the bed
and was kneeling beside her husband, watching what I was doing to him. The
two of them were kissing, softly, as Mike moaned about how good it
felt. Okay, so... I decided to just keep doing what I was doing.

Well, there was more to what I was doing than just sucking softly. That was
part of it. Another part was alternating methods. I'd suck slowly and
softly for a minute, while I decided what to do next. And then I'd do a few
strokes to get it deeper and deeper. My goal was to get it to go down my
throat. So I'd try that a few times. And then I'd ease up, and do some
licking. Lick the shaft. Swirl my tongue around the tip. Kiss, and suck,
his balls. I told you there was a good chance they'd end up in my
mouth. Rub his cock across my face. I just love having a guy's hard cock on
my face. Especially if it's all wet and slippery from having been in my
mouth.

I kind of wondered if Rachel might join me at some point, but she
didn't. She was happy just watching, and kissing her husband as he enjoyed
what I was doing. That was good for me, actually. I like being able to
please a guy, and... I could tell I was pleasing him.


Okay, remember how I said I always feel like there comes a point where I
feel like the guy is waiting for me to do something else? Well, only at
first. I think I might have been content to just suck his cock the rest of
the afternoon, if he, and Rachel, had let me. They had other plans.

"Do you want to go fuck her?" she whispered after another soft kiss.

Mike gasped his answer, "Yeah."

And a moment or two later, I was kneeling at the edge of the bed, my
panties off - I had no idea where they went - and my skirt up around my
waist. Mike, with a big, hard dick, was right behind me, putting on a
condom. Rachel was to our right, sitting on the couch now, watching, and
masturbating with her hand inside her unzippered pants.

"Are you ready, Baby?" he asked, as he placed the tip of his cock against
my opening. I was, we hoped, already nicely lubed and prepped for the
expected invasion.

"Yeah, just go slow," I said.

He did. Sorta. He was supposed to pause every now and then and wait for me
to say it was okay to go further. He went slow, but he didn't pause. It was
okay. It didn't hurt. I turned my head and looked at Rachel as her husband
put his dick inside me. I reached back to pull my skirt higher, pushing
backward a little at the same time.  "Oh god," I moaned.

I had my stocking-clad feet somewhat wrapped around his legs, which helped
to spread my hips wider, which helped to open my pussy further for the cock
that I estimated was now two-thirds of the way inside me.

It wasn't until I felt the soft nudge of his balls against my crotch that I
knew he was all the way inside. He had his hands placed softly on each of
my hips.

"Does that feel okay?" he asked finally.

I wiggled my hips slowly, evaluating the feeling of his cock inside me. It
felt okay.  "Yeah, do you want to try fucking in and out?" I asked.

He did... and... oh god! I buried my face in the bed covers and swore a
little until it got better again. Why does it feel so different when a guy
starts pounding in and out?

Mike fucked me like that for a while, and then flipped me over to my back
for round two. Before the flip, I felt his balls dangling down, slapping
softly against my crotch each time he thrust forward. Yeah, that's a pretty
nice feeling for me. I was a little disappointed to change position just
'cause I like that so much.

But, on my back, facing him... we could kiss. So that was nice too. Since I
was already loose from round one, he went inside with no problem. Smooth as
butter, you might say. Then, after a few dozen thrusts - it's not like I
was counting them, you know - he put his hands on my chest, and pulled my
bra up to expose my tiny little nipples, and then started giving them
little tweaks and stuff.

Then he rolled me back onto my knees to do me doggy style some more, which
is the position we were in when he came.  I could tell he was cumming. I
mean, other than the, "Ohhh ohhh ohhhh" sounds. He just pushed in extra
deep and then went "Ohhh ohhh ohhhh." Well, yeah, I mean, writing about it,
it sounds so obvious that he was cumming, but, remember, you're reading
it. And you have the benefit of me telling you, and none of the little
distractions of actually being there doing it and wondering if this
particular set of "ohhh ohhh ohhhh" sounds has a different meaning than the
last set of "ohhh ohhh ohhhh" sounds.

But, I knew. I felt his cock... kind of twitching and pulsing. No, I didn't
feel much of anything, to be honest, other than him pushing in extra deep
for a moment, but I still kind of knew it was the big moment.

And then we just kind of lay on the bed together, snuggling and cuddling,
with his arm over me, and him softly kissing my neck.


And I thought that might be the end. But it wasn't. Suddenly Rachel was
laying down right in front of me, and suddenly her face was right in front
of mine, and I knew she wanted to kiss. So we kissed.

And then... Rachel was horny. Rachel who didn't do trannies was horny. So,
she was kissing me with her mouth wide open and her tongue out, all wet and
slobbery. I think I'm bisexual, but, honestly, sometimes really horny
girls, or just girls in general, make me nervous. Or girls who tell me they
don't do trannies and then act like they want to start making out with me
make me nervous. They scare me, even. A little. That's how I was with
Rachel. I wasn't sure what to do. Other than keep on kissing her.

She moved even closer, and I'd like to say that the kisses grew more
passionate, but they were probably already so far past the point of being
passionate that I'm not sure anyone could tell the difference. In
fact... they might have actually grown less passionate, as Rachel's
arousal, her ardor, settled into a slow heat.

For me!

Okay, well... it sounded funny to me. "I don't do trannies," she said.

Anyway, I kind of became aware of Rachel's boobs. I mean... I'm always
aware of girls' boobs. But not in quite the same way that guys are aware of
girls' boobs. I probably have an extreme case of boob envy. Probably? Okay,
almost definitely.

Anyway, I became aware of Rachel's... Oh, I'm going to say they were C-cup
breasts. I suppose I could have checked the label in her bra later to be
sure, but... They were C-cup, I'm sure. Bigger than a handful, but not
huge.

And... with her tongue halfway down my throat, and the way she was sucking
on my tongue, I figured, "Why not?" So I reached out and started playing
with them.  At first I just felt them through her blouse, but then, when
she started moaning appreciatively, I started undoing buttons and got my
hands on them for real.

And then, after unbuttoning her bra and helping her out of her blouse, I
sucked on her nipples. The whole time wishing I had boobs too. Yeah, I
probably have boob-envy pretty bad.

About that point Rachel asked, "Do you want to fuck me now?" she emphasized
the word "me".

Okay, sorry. I can't help laughing.  Me? She wanted to know if I wanted to
fuck her?

Okay, um, I actually did consider it. For a few seconds.  1.7 seconds,
probably. More than one second, but probably less than two. I considered
it. I didn't laugh at the time, though. I just, realized that... it wasn't
going to work. I have the equipment, I guess. I just don't have the desire.

"Sorry," I said, "I don't do that with girls."

No, I wasn't mimicking her earlier tone with me in the lobby. I actually
said it in a very nice, apologetic tone. I wasn't making fun of her. I
don't do that with guys either, for that matter, but at the time it seemed
important to let her know it was nothing personal against her, just her
gender in general. I just don't do girls.

She sighed, and said, "That's too bad, because I'm really, really horny
right now."

I briefly considered changing my mind. It seemed like the gentleman-ly
thing to do. Can you wear a skirt and still be a gentleman? But no, it just
wasn't something I felt I could do very well.

And, unfortunately, Mike was spent for a while, so I couldn't suggest
him. For that matter, maybe the reason they liked threesomes was because
they were tired of doing it with each other. I wouldn't begin to want to
guess on that.

I finally offered, though, to lick her pussy. And so... Rachel stood up for
a moment to take off her pants and underwear, and then laid back on the bed
with her legs spread apart, waiting for me.

She was... a bit hairier than I anticipated. Why doesn't that bother me
with guys? And dark, thick hair. Oh well, I thought, I said I'd do it. So I
moved over to get between her slim thighs and started licking her pussy.

I'm not an expert at pussy-licking. The only thing I know to do is to trace
all the letters of the alphabet with my tongue. But she seemed to like it,
and was soon moaning and gripping the sheets as if she was about to cum. So
I kept doing what I was doing, and pretty soon she squealed extra loud and
said that was enough.

Mission accomplished.

She asked, a few minutes later, if I'd like her to return the favor, but I
declined. Getting my clitty sucked just feels awkward to me.

So the three of us lay in a mostly naked heap. Mike and Rachel were both
naked. I was still wearing most of my clothes, other than my blouse and my
panties.

Mike was slowly getting aroused again. His hand was gently caressing my
thigh, each time going slightly higher, pushing my skirt up, exposing my
bottom. Now I was the horny one. I started moaning softly and pressing my
bottom back into him. I wanted to be fucked again.

After a while that became apparent to him. "You want to fuck again, baby?"
he asked.

"Yes," I purred. Or maybe I moaned it.

Mike pressed his not-quite-all-the-way-hard dick against my opening.  "You
want this inside you, baby?"

I pushed back hard, trying to coax inside.  "Mmmm hmmm."

A moment later I was on top of Mike doing reverse cowgirl as his cock slid
slowly and easily inside my pussy. We fucked that way, slow and easy, for
several minutes, it seemed.

Rachel just watched, after putting her clothes back on.

Mike took a long, long time to come again. Not that any of us were in a
hurry. I just liked having his cock inside me. And then we cuddled some
more.

And that seemed to be the end of our afternoon at the hotel.  I got dressed
in the bathroom, back into my boy clothes, and left alone.  Back down the
hallway to the elevator where Rachel had watched us first kiss. Back
through the lobby where the same clerk was running the desk and doing
whatever it is hotel desk clerks do when they're not checking guests in and
out. He gave me an appropriately deferential nod as a hotel guest, but
otherwise seemed uninterested in my activities for the last three hours. I
wondered, briefly, what it would be like to have sex with him.

And then I opened the door and left.