“Whoa,” Dean exclaimed in disbelief.

“We better get to the elevators, quick,” I replied. We both practically fell over each other in a rush to vacate the table.

We hurriedly headed through the bar area toward the elevator, and there she stood with her back to us. The doors opened, revealing an empty, mirror-paneled lift. We entered and stood waiting for the doors to close with her between us. I glanced into the mirror and already Dean’s hand was rubbing the small of her back. 

As the doors began to close, his hand drifted lower and lower. As the door completely shut, his hand was already caressing her perfectly exquisite bottom. 

Looks like Dean is trying to check out the room already. What do you know? The elevator goes up and his hand goes down. That’s not the only thing that’s going to go down.

I moved more to her front, leaning down to kiss her. Those succulent lips parted and the tip of her tongue danced over my hungry lips. My hand moved upwards, cradling her full breast as my tongue snaked into her warm mouth. 

Mmmmmm, there you go Honey, kiss me deeply…but save some of that for my Southern Hemisphere.”

She moaned softly and I watched the reflection of Dean’s hand in the mirrored elevator walls. It slowly disappeared from view under her black skirt, cradling her sublime little bottom. 

Oh my! Maybe there really is something magnetic about my bottom.“

She reached up and rubbed her hand over the front of my pants. “Oh, look what I found. Going up,” she joked.

Everything seems to be in working order, at least here in front.”

“Ah,” I smiled. “Elevator joke,” I said, sliding my hand under her skirt too, cupping her drenched little kitten in my palm.

Dean brushed her hair aside and lightly kissed her shoulder while I watched his hand caressing those beautifully, magnetic, white spheres. 

Oh my gosh! That’s making me melt. Come on Honey, stroke your little kitten.

Under the front of her skirt, I gently stroked her soft little peach while Dean caressed her from the rear. Almost instinctively, our hands were in rhythm. Lightly sliding to and fro, like some kind of erotic symphony. 

That’s it, boys. Ooooohhh yes. That’s the attention I need. Such co-operation.

She looked into my eyes dreamily, as if drifting away on a cloud. 

Oh my gosh, this is just awful. Or is it? I want both of you. I want your hands on me, and I want those cocks in me. What am I thinking!? I’m thinking about how wonderful it’s going to feel having both of my men pleasure me.

The elevator beeped and everyone quickly assumed their previous positions as if nothing had happened.

“I’m getting kind of curious to see this room,” she said in a tipsy little voice and we all burst out laughing.

I can’t wait to do a little pole-sitting. What’s happening to me? I’m so damn horny, gosh, I hate that word.

“I am really, really looking forward to seeing this room,” Dean said fumbling for the key card.

“You’ll never see another one like it,” I assured him.

Dean put the key in the door and swung it open for her to enter. There was a small seating area and she set her purse down on the table. Immediately she headed for the bathroom, maybe to mentally come to terms with the situation, change her mind or just actually use the bathroom. 

She stood in front of the mirror, fixing her hair absent-mindedly thinking, trying to summon the appropriate courage.

Okay, this is it, the moment of truth. I’m too high up to jump out the window, so. This is it. I do it or I don’t. If I listened to the alcohol and the kitten that lives downstairs, I’d tear my clothes off and run out of the bathroom. But, as crazy as this is, I still have to be me, at least this version of me. I’ll be a bit more enticing. Maybe send a little signal. Maybe undo an extra button or two, and we’ll see what happens.

Both Dean and I stood in the little seating area in from of the couch. He nervously fidgeted from foot to foot while I turned down the lights next to the sofa. After what seemed like an eternity, the bathroom door opened and she emerged.

She simply stood between us, as if we were all waiting for a bus. It was definitely a bit awkward. I did notice that an additional button on her blouse was undone, offering us a better look at her sculpted cleavage in her push-up bra. It did not go unnoticed. I figured that was about as much of a signal as anyone was going to get.

“We can’t just stand here,” I remarked. “Why don’t we get comfortable on the couch?” I suggested.

We did indeed all sit down with her in the middle and Dean and I on either side. She looked at me with that sweet, tipsy little grin and I made a suggestion. 

“Do you want to lay your head in my lap, Sweetheart?” I suggested. “Maybe you can relax for a few minutes.”

Relax? I’d like to feel some hands on me. That’s what we’re doing here. Something better happen soon or I might change my mind. Hmmmm, I’ll do a little fishing. I’ll go fishing for Dean. If I pull my knees up. There you are, Dean. I know you want to touch my little bottom. There it is, now just take the bait.

“Yes, I do,” she responded. “I am pretty tipsy,” she added laying her head down and pulling her knees up onto the couch making her skirt rise just a little.

I stroked her hair away from her face and with my other hand lifted the bottom of her leather skirt, exposing that exquisite little bottom to our guest. Like a moth to a flame, Dean’s hand came to rest on the back of her thigh briefly before cupping that silky bottom, softly caressing the pillow-like spheres. My hand joined his, exploring her alabaster mounds.

Oh Yes, there we go gentlemen. Let’s get things started. I know a wet little kitten is hiding down there just begging for some attention. Maybe I’ll have to use accidental move number two.

“That feels nice,” she said, repositioning herself a bit, essentially placing her upturned, exposed bottom in Dean’s lap.

“That’s a good girl,” I said soothingly. “You just relax and enjoy yourself.”

That’s right, I’m a Good Girl. Here’s your big opportunity, Dean. I’ll show you what a Good Girl I really am.

Dean and I took turns caressing her irresistible bottom, allowing our hands to venture between her creamy thighs to stroke those stiff, excited pink lips. 

Dean initiated dipping a finger between her silky veils, to which she responded by slowly wiggling her hips just a little…

Oooooh yes. That's it, a little deeper. Mmmmmmm, yes. That’s the spot.

“Mmmm, I like that. It relaxes me,” she said encouragingly not sure whose hand it was caressing the kitten, and at that moment, it didn’t really matter. She unfastened my pants and Dean's digits glided deeper into her pink abyss.

I think it’s time to give Dean an idea of what he’s got in store for himself. I’ll put on a bit of a show starring, this right here. I hope he’s watching. Who am I kidding? Of course, he’s watching.

Her hand slid into my trousers, extracting my already straining manhood. I felt her warm breath caress the hot head, followed by the indescribable sensation of being taken into that mouth and tantalized by her magical tongue. My hand sank between her alabaster pillows, softly stroking her alluring little ass bud while Dean's fingers explored her wet, steamy interior. 

Oooh my Goodness, that’s good Honey. Soooo good. Show Dean how to stroke your Baby. Teach him how to make your Baby cum. You have to teach him. Oh my Goodness, you feel so good in my mouth.

Her soft sounds of building arousal confirmed that Dean's fingers possessed the required level of skill and expertise. Despite the very likely probability of awkwardness and hesitation, at this point, she seemed very relaxed and quite comfortable. She ingratiated my very hard shaft with her adept oral skill and opened herself to a dual-handed sensual massage. In as much as I was reveling in her oral attention, I could tell she was getting physically uncomfortable in the position she was currently in. 

“Sweetheart,” I said. “Why don’t you change your position so you’re a bit more comfortable?” I suggested.

Uh oh! It's Dean's turn! So you want me to show you how I take care of Dean's thick friend, Honey? Well, this is just the beginning. Here, I’ll make it easier for you to pet the kitten, Sweetheart.

She proceeded to get up and reversed her disposition, laying with her head in Dean's lap and that irresistible bottom in mine. I, once again, lifted her skirt, revealing those exquisite ivory pillows which I immediately began to caress. I never failed to marvel at the smooth, silky skin. My hand trailed down between her thighs, which magically spread apart like the gates of heaven, admitting my fingers to submerge into her slick, warm blossom.

Let’s see what you’ve got for me, Dean.

Her head was now laying sideways on Dean’s lap, facing him. I watched in strange fascination as her hand slowly gravitated toward the salient in his trousers. She massaged the sizable bulge with the palm of her hand before almost innocently grasping his zipper and slowly lowering it, almost like unwrapping a present, which in some sense, I suppose, she was. 

Dean’s hand had taken the place of my own, essentially, exploring and marveling over the bewitching contour of her sublime bottom. I watched as her hand momentarily disappeared into Dean’s trousers, only to reappear clutching his inflated, excited guest of honor. I watched intently as she gently fondled this unfamiliar visitor, handling it as if it were delicate and fragile, taking stock of its 

size, shape, and feel. He was only about five inches long but probably six inches in girth. 

Mmmmm, this is going to do nicely. I’m going to love taking a ride on this mount. My gosh, I’m getting sooo wet. There you are, Honey. Can you see me grabbing this man’s cock? I can’t wait any longer to have it in my mouth. I’m making sugar for you, just the way you like it. I can’t wait for you both to taste me.

One of Dean’s hands lightly stroked her beautiful, flowing hair, while the other continued to nuzzle her sensual bottom, intermittently sliding his hand into the divide between those inviting little muffins, gently stroking her sensitive little bud, essentially mimicking my previous actions. Dean was apparently a quick learner.

Good Grief. This is insane. My husband is rubbing me, at least I think it’s him, and Dean’s best friend is in my hand, and I can’t wait to… This is soooo hot, but I’ll never admit it. Dean is a quick learner.

My fingers easily slid in and out of her pink garden and I could feel the degree of her wetness increase as she handled her anxious guest. I watched, mesmerized, as she closed her eyes and began to bestow a chain of light kisses on the length of her newfound friend. She began at the bulbous tip, trailing downward, and returning, once again to the almost purple head. I slid two fingers into her slippery sheath, causing her to gasp. With her lips parted, the head of Dean’s substantially thick manhood became enveloped by her pillow-soft lips. Repeatedly, those full lips engulfed the soft, spongy tip of her special guest as I looked on transfixed.

This is soooo fucking naughty! Rick is watching me with this strange, thick-ass cock in my mouth. I never would have thought. I never would have thought that I’d love it.

The erotic massage that Dean and I were providing intensified and the level of arousal in the room was visibly building. I kept waiting for a wave of jealousy to grab hold of me but I was so consumed with watching her enjoy herself that it seemed to be the furthest thing from my mind. Instead, I ran my free hand over her back and said,

“There’s my good girl,” I voiced encouragingly, so you would know that I was in favor and comfortable with your efforts. “Take it all, Sweetheart.”

Holy Crap! Did I just hear him right? He wants a show? Well, let’s see what I can do. I’m your naughty girl tonight, Sweetheart. You’ll see. I want you to see. I want you inside me with Dean in my mouth. I want you to hold my legs open and hold me when Dean fills up my pink kitten with his nice, thick friend. Gosh, his thing is almost as big as a Twinkie, and I know it's cream filled too.

“Oh my gosh,” Dean exclaimed, as his stout friend disappeared completely from view. “That feels fantastic,” he commented, admiringly while stroking her cascading hair. “You’re very talented.”

“She is truly beautiful, don’t you think?” I asked. 

“Oh hell yes she is,” Dean replied enthusiastically agreeing. “ She’s just beyond imagination.”

She innocently smiled with the tip of Dean’s beholden member resting on her bottom lip, “You’d say anything right now,” she remarked, sliding her special guest over her warm tongue before her lips collapsed, wrapping him in her oral embrace once more.

“So ask me again later,” he replied beginning to breathe deeper than before.

Oh yeah, You’d say anything right now. Good Gosh, I think I’m going to cum. I can feel it. I never would have believed it, but, I love being a naughty girl, I’m tingling all over and Dean is sooooo hard. He wants to put this into my little pink kitten. I’m going to cum as soon as I’m wrapped around his thick pole. I Love being a naughty girl, and no one knows.

I looked on consumed with the sight before me, in an almost surreal state. I watched Dean’s shaft gently thrust in and out of her wanton mouth. My fingers continued dipping into her now dripping blossom. She began to softly moan in unison with the rhythm of her carnal massage, while her warm mouth continued to indulge Dean's manhood.

Oh Gosh, Oh Gosh, Oh Gosh. I’m…so…close… I haven’t felt like this in, well, never! I’ve never felt like this. Oh Goodness! I’m going to. Ooh, my gosh.

I felt her muscles begin to contract and the slick, liquid warmth began to surround my fingers. Her oral tempo quickened and became more urgent, much to Dean’s delight. As climax gripped her, she trembled sweetly and I withdrew my fingers to watch the cascade of sweet sugar drizzle from the center of her pink petals. She gasped, removing her guest from her mouth and gently moaned while lavishing Dean's shaft with long, swirling, strokes of that talented tongue.

“That was sooooo hot,” Dean exclaimed, almost in disbelief, as she lay across his lap, while she caught her breath.

“Oh yeah, it is,” I said, confirming the obvious. “This really is quite a room.”