I am sitting in the Hotel bar, late in the evening, but still dressed in my smartest business suit. I have finally completed days of business meetings in London, and this is my first chance to relax, but it feels too late in the day to change into casual clothes now. I think I will change in the morning, before heading home to relax completely.
In the corner of my eye, I notice two young women enter the bar. It only takes a passing glance to see that they are both very attractive and shapely, but they seem engrossed in each other's company.
Their American accents drift across to my ear, and I think they both sound quite lively and animated in their conversation; perhaps they are still living US hours? I haven't seen them here before, so they must be fairly new arrivals- they behave like residents rather than casual drinkers.
The bar is very quiet, so I focus on wrapping up my business commitments, by sending the final few emails necessary to conclude all outstanding details. That is soon done, and work disappears into the ether, via the Hotel Wi-Fi. Now I can begin to relax properly.
I glance around again, and catch the eye of one of the young Americans- the redhead- who I think had been studying me, but she now looks away quickly. Her companion, a dark brunette, is engrossed in a video-conversation on her mobile, but then stands and drifts away through the door, still talking online. They both seem a little agitated and unsettled- there is an air of anxiety hovering over them, like a cloud.
I turn back to the bar to order another drink, but suddenly, the redhead is standing beside me, also leaning against the bar. I smile at her, and she flashes beautiful green eyes at me, as she returns the smile. I get the impression that she would be open to conversation, so I tell her that I have heard her accent, and wonder where she is from.
She tells me that she and her friend had arrived this morning, from New York, but are leaving again tomorrow night. I am surprised by the brevity of their visit, but she says, “Oh, it's a long story!”
I say that I have all evening, if she has, and offer to buy her a drink. As soon as I do, I feel a hot breath on my neck, as her companion says, in a very husky voice from behind me, “If you give her one, you have to give me one too!”
I am startled, but turn to find the brunette standing behind me now, and pressed quite close against me; much closer than one would expect a stranger to stand.
Of course, I order drinks for us all, and they invite me to sit with them to hear their tale. We all introduce ourselves.
The redhead is called Sue. She has curls down to her shoulders, and I've already noted her green eyes and attractive smile; she wears a short, body-hugging green dress and has bright green fingernails. She has smallish, but very pert breasts, and I imagine that I can already see firm, hard nipples pressing against the sheer cloth of her dress. With the extra clue of a slight edge to her accent, I venture that she might be of Irish-American origins, and she confirms that I am right. She is a little quieter and less forward than her friend.
The brunette is called Sara. Her hair is long, deep black and lustrous, draping down over her equally black, but very short dress; she complements it with bright blue fingernails. She has larger breasts and is more heavily built than Sue, but is very shapely, with long legs and high heels to emphasise them. I think she is fully aware of her sex appeal, and relaxed in exploiting it. Her stance, whether standing or sitting, is very confident and outgoing. I have already noted her deep, husky voice which stirs the gut when she speaks, and she frequently teases her deep red lips with the tip of her tongue.
I ask why they are here on such a short 'flying-visit' when there is so much to see in London, and they both sigh deeply. There is obviously a story to tell, as Sue had said.
She explains that their very best friend, Anna, had persuaded them to visit for what they describe as a “Bachelorette Party”; they are amused when I tell them that we would call that a “Hen Party”, but Anna had already explained that to them, it seems.
“It is the same thing,” laughs Sue, “I guess they all go out looking for cocks!”
It seems that Anna had invited them for this weekend and they had taken the cheapest (and therefore non-refundable) flights they could find. Unfortunately, Anna had now contracted COVID and has to isolate herself, so the wedding itself is postponed, along with the 'Hen Night'. She is terribly upset, not least because Sue and Sara won't be able to come to the real, delayed Hen Night, probably in a few weeks' time.
I gather that she is also rather upset that her future husband, Mike, has persisted with his Stag Night this weekend, and she suspects he will have a second in a few weeks!
All in all, she is very unhappy with the situation, and her friends want to help her through this difficult time, though they are a little unhappy themselves. They call her on her mobile now, and Sara begins a video call with her.
It seems that Anna is not feeling too bad from the virus now, but still has to isolate, so it is frustrating that she cannot join her friends. She is alone at home, cuddled up in a warm bed, but wishing she was with them. At least she has her vibrator, I hear, but suspects that her friends will be finding some real cock tonight.
Sara laughs out loud, and says, “I think we already have, Anna! Just look!”
She turns her mobile to show me with Sue, and we both wave to her. I hear Sara say, “If you were here now, you'd be all over Simon! He's handsome, polite and well-dressed; for now at least.”
“Hmm, I see what you mean,” says Anna, “I'm sure Mike is making the most of his freedom right now. I'm so annoyed that he went ahead while I'm home alone, and I bet he'll want a second night out when I recover enough for my own Hen Night. And then you and Sue won't be able to join me for that! It seems like I'm really missing out on all the fun.”
Sara calls a waiter to bring more drinks to our table and Anna joins us for her 'virtual' Hen Night, with me and her friends. Their conversation gets more and more explicit all the time; I know that women together can have very explicit discussions about their partners, but it seems that this is all directed at teasing and arousing me.
Being more remote and detached by virtue of her 'virtual' presence only, Anna is the boldest of all, and doesn't hesitate to ask her friends to find out what my cock is like. They are a little embarrassed and hesitant at first, but I reassure them that it is all in the spirit of the Hen Night, and anyway, I have nowhere else to be tonight.
They sit either side of me and direct the mobile camera to show the three of us, sitting in a secluded corner of the bar; they both kiss me and stroke my chest, then down my belly and along my thighs. Gradually, they become more adventurous, and hands start to stroke my cock, which has responded, of course.
“M mm,” says Anna, “I can see the bulge growing! It could be a nice example, I think. You've struck gold, girls! Do you think Simon would show me?”
They ask her what she'd like to do with me if she were there with them. She says that this would have been her last fling before the wedding, so she would probably fuck me if I would allow; they both say that they would if she didn't!
The conversation has got louder now, and our table is attracting some attention from others. I am very conscious of that and a little embarrassed at the more raucous comments being made now; on the other hand, I am also becoming very aroused, and very happy to be the centre of attention for Sue, Sara, and indeed Anna.
I try to dial down the volume and say, “Please ladies, let's calm down a little. If you want to talk and act like this, I think we need some privacy, don't you?”
I hear Anna asking them if they would be “surrogate lovers” for her, and they take her quite seriously, despite their loud laughter. They ask her what exactly she would want to do with me, and Anna says, “Well, I'd need to see a lot more to decide that!”
Sue and Sara ask if they can join me in my room to continue the conversation in private, and of course I agree. I am very aroused now, not only by their words, but by their increasingly adventurous touches, and we certainly need to move to a more private space.
I say, “ I will go to my room, and you can follow in a few minutes; try not to make it TOO obvious to everyone, though! I will be waiting in Room 221.”
I leave them giggling and chatting earnestly with Anna. Briefly, I wonder whether this was all just a tease, and I might be left alone to relieve myself, but I decide that they were quite serious, and I wait for a knock at the door.
I have hardly had time to remove my jacket and tie before there is a tap at the door- a little timid at first, but quickly becoming more demanding; I think Sara has taken over from Sue.
I let Sue and Sara enter, and see that Sara still has Anna connected via her mobile.
Anna's first words are “Let me see the goods, girls!” She has become very excited in her isolation and I can see that she is on her bed, dressed only in very skimpy bra and panties, and with a sizeable vibrator to hand. She obviously means business tonight.
Sue and Sara try to tell her to take her time- they will do whatever she asks, on her behalf, but they want to enjoy their own time in London and want to be considerate of me too. I think Sue is more of that mind, while Sara is more like Anna in her sexual confidence.
Anna asks them to undress me. Sara's mobile is placed on the desk, giving Anna a good view of the bed, where they stand either side of me. It takes them very little time to remove my shirt and trousers, so that I am standing, literally, in my briefs. At least, most of me is in my briefs, but the head of my cock is protruding above the elastic waistband now. Sara licks her red lips and gestures lasciviously to Anna.
Anna moans with delight, and the girls slowly peel my briefs down to reveal the full extent of my hard cock, pointing to the sky. Neither of them touch me yet, but there is no doubt that they want to, and both admire my body while Anna groans with anticipation. They slowly stroke my body, but avoid any contact with my cock and balls, concentrating on my chest, belly and thighs. They are enjoying teasing me.
Anna says, “ God, I would love to be there and to suck on that cock. I think he might be a little longer than Mike, and I'm sure he's thicker. I would love to feel that cock probing deep inside me and stretching me open!”
She is clearly getting very excited by her “virtual Hen Night” and wants to get herself off very soon. I hear the sound of her vibrator buzzing now, though it is not visible on screen.
Anna says, “This is so much better than just watching porn, like I was going to. That is so impersonal, but THIS is just fantastic. Sue, Sara, will you act for me if I tell you what I'd like, while I watch and play from my bedroom? I will always be grateful.”
They say, of course they will, as long as I agree to whatever they do. Neither of them is even undressed yet, but it doesn't take them long to discard their clothes.
Sue is the more slightly-built and has small pert breasts and proud, firm nipples, just as I had thought, and as she peels down her green satin panties, I am pleased to see that she is a genuine redhead, with a trimmed red bush reflecting the colour of her curly, shoulder-length hair. At a glance, I can see that she has tightly-furled pussy lips hidden between her legs, though there is already some sign of dampness on her inner thighs, and glistening dewdrops shining amongst her red bush.