I am waiting for you in the same hotel bar, but this time you will recognise me when you come in, even though it is some time since we first met. You have watched the souvenir film many times since then and cum many times reliving the memories of that day.
I am sitting in an alcove on a comfortable bench seat with a couple of chairs facing me, but nobody else is there and I have a good view of the entrance to the bar. I see you arrive and notice that you are wearing the very same red dress as before. I wonder whether you have removed your panties in anticipation, as you had last time. You hurry across the room and cuddle full-bodied against me while we kiss and say hello. You can feel the urgency in my body already and when I ask, you smile and admit that you have no panties under the red dress. I smile too and we settle down on the bench, to sip the drinks I had ordered earlier.
We exchange a few words about how the time has passed for us but we both know why we are meeting again and simply can't wait to touch each other. You sit next to me and your hand strays onto my thigh, moving slowly up and down, but gradually edging towards my waistband, while I reach round you and fondle your breast. I am wearing a long jacket, open at the front and now I stand in front of you with my back to the room, while you stroke slowly up and down the front of my jeans. You can feel my hard cock pressing against the denim and reach up toward the waistband.
You peep around me and can see that no one is watching us, so you slowly undo the buttons of my jeans' fly. Like you, you soon discover that I am wearing no briefs this time and you can immediately see my cock in front of you, though it is held tightly in place by my waistband. You grin and undo the very top button and part the waistband so that the head of my cock is freed and falls slightly towards you. You quickly re-button my fly from the top down, as far as you can, so that my whole cock and swelling balls are visible outside my jeans. You stroke me again, very gently, looking up at me. You peep around me again and see that more people are coming into the bar now, so you pull my jacket together in front of me to hide the throbbing cock beneath it.
I pull away a little and sit in a chair facing you, still with my back to the bar and the growing throng of people. It is a little difficult for me to sit comfortably, especially when you purposely cross and uncross your legs, teasing me very slowly by revealing the full length of your legs, disappearing up inside your dress towards your neatly-trimmed pussy. I know that you are probably feeling both a little hot and a little damp there already.
You reach up inside your dress to part your outer pussy lips. I can't quite see them yet, but you clearly press one finger deep inside yourself and pull it free again, reaching forwards to offer it towards my mouth. You lean even closer to me and I slowly suck your juices from your finger, while you lick your own lips and stare deeply into my eyes.
You need to get closer now and move to sit sideways across my lap. My jacket is open and you have hitched up the back of your dress so that my cock and your pussy can reach towards each other too. It is difficult to get the angles right, but the head of my cock is just pressing between your swelling outer pussy lips.
I can tell that you want me to thrust deep inside you, but it would simply not be possible without exposing ourselves to the entire bar! You look over my shoulder and can see several other people nearby now. All you can do is rock gently back and forth over the tip of my cock while your pussy lips swell and part in anticipation of what is to come.
I say that we really should get to your room, but it is at that moment that two girls come to our alcove and ask whether they can sit there. We can hardly speak, but they assume they can join us and sit on the bench facing us, towards the bar behind us. They are talking to each other about their boyfriends and don't seem interested in us, but I notice that one of them – a very dark Caribbean girl- is starting to look sideways at us more and more often. You twist and lean forward to reach your drink from the low table in front of us and as you do so, my cock slips a little more deeply into you and we both gasp in surprise. The girls notice and ask if we're OK.
“God, yes,” you say, “Couldn't be better!” and settle back into our previous position. It is going to be very difficult to extricate ourselves without anything becoming obvious and we have clearly caught the girls' full attention now.
The girls whisper to each other intently and ask again if we're OK. You decide that honesty is the best policy (sort of!), and say we really need to get back to your room but, as you put it; “We're a little bit, er, entangled right now; but we don't want to embarrass you.” They laugh out loud and say that would be difficult, but I don't think they fully understand. They offer to help us make our way to the elevators without embarrassing ourselves.
We say that it would be helpful if they could shield us from sight, but first, we need to 'disengage'!
“WHAT!” they both say together, “you mean you are really already... I mean... here and now? How can you do that and still be talking to us like this!?”
“Well,” I say, “Trish is sitting on me now, but not moving. When we do move, it will all become more obvious.”
They laugh and say they really want to see this now!
You twist and lean forwards again, reaching down towards your drink, as you had before. This time I half-stand behind you and my cock slides full depth into you from behind. You gasp as your body falls forward towards the girls. They are open-mouthed, now realising that you are impaled in front of their eyes, in a public bar. They quickly stand, one on either side of me and hide us from general sight, but they can certainly see everything now!
I bend my knees and quickly withdraw my cock from your pussy, and it springs to attention behind you. The girls both gasp and laugh out loud at the scene before them now. They cannot resist reaching forward to touch my cock and push it back inside my jacket. One of them does up a button to hold my jacket around me, while the other gently pulls the hem of your dress down, to cover you too. You are a little disoriented by everything happening around you but quickly gather your wits. The girls walk on either side of us towards the elevator and press the button for your floor. While we are waiting, you quickly explain the history of our meetings online, leading up to our first real-life encounter here in this very hotel, last time you visited London. They say how exciting they found this and how impressed they are by our composure during the 'incident' in the bar. They ask whether they could spend a little more time with us in your room.
We look at each other and you say, “Yes, you are welcome; I have been waiting a while for this to happen again and I really want Simon to enjoy every moment of it. We made a video of our last meeting here, but it was a little distracting trying to manage the cam ourselves. Could you help us to make our souvenir record this time?”
“Wow, yes,” they say, in unison. “From what we glimpsed in the bar just now, we'd love to see you in action. We'll do whatever you ask!”
At that moment, the elevator arrives. It is very small and all four of us have to squeeze in together.
We have time to make our first formal introductions while we go up. The Caribbean girl is Ella, with beautiful smooth deep dark skin and short black hair; the other girl is Anna, with long and shiny red hair cascading down over her shoulders. Both are slim, but shapely. Anna's breasts are larger, and shown to full advantage by her low-cut top; Ella has a wonderful round ass which she accidentally (she says) presses back against me in the elevator.
You say, “Look girls, I'm happy for you to join us, especially if you can make a video to remind me of the occasion, but I am in charge here, OK? I want to please Simon, of course, but most of all I want to be pleased myself. If you can enjoy the occasion too, we'll all be happy. You can come along for the ride!”
They nod in agreement and moisten their lips- in anxiety or anticipation?- as we all walk down the corridor to your room. The door closes firmly behind us all and we have the privacy to behave as we really wish, at last.