Message-ID: <3464eli$9708291137@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Slowhand Luke Subject: CORRECTED REPOST: The Hotel Dinner Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <340690E0.4B69@dial.pipex.com> The Hotel Dinner By Slowhand Luke *All original material and characters herein copyright 1997 by the author. All rights reserved by the author. This story contains graphic sexual activity between adults. Do not read it if you are under 18, or below the legal age of consent in your country/state> More quality erotic fiction is available for free from my website at: http://www.superior.net/~poopsie/* ******************************************** *It's been seven hours and fifteen days* *Since you took your love away* Music played softly. The lights in the hotel restaurant were low, the murmur of conversation muted. Sarah pushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear and smiled at her companions. The food on her fork was delicious. The subtly spiced cashew roast was cooked to perfection, seeming to melt over her tongue as she allowed her palate to savour the exotic taste. The accompanying vegetables were perfectly al dente, giving just the right amount of 'bite' to encourage her appetite. Sipping a rich Hungarian Merlot, she felt the alcoholic warmth spread through her limbs, and recalled the look on the wine steward's face when James had ordered it.. The pinch-faced steward had obviously been horrified to serve such an inexpensive wine, but James had insisted it was excellent, and he had been right. Looking up once more, Sarah could scarcely believe that Kate had stood the three of them up. Not that Kate was ultra-reliable by habit, but she was not usually the type to pass up the opportunity to dine in rich surroundings with two wealthy, eligible and very handsome men. And James and Alex were certainly handsome. Dressed in near-identical black tuxedos, they could almost have been brothers, their chiselled, tanned features were so similar. But while Alex's dark eyes were piercing and intense, James had a relaxed countenance, and the floppy brown fringe of hair which kept falling over his face gave him an almost boyish appearance. That impression was only heightened by the dimples which appeared in his cheeks whenever he smiled at Sarah, the way he was doing now. Sarah thought of how easily he had dealt with the wine steward, and wondered how Ian would have coped in the same situation. Ian. That was not a good thought. She struggled to swallow a piece of food which suddenly stuck in her throat. *I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant,* *See whomever I choose....* Alex leant forward solicitously. "Sarah? Are you alright?" "Oh, yes," she managed , "it's nothing. I just..." "Shh," Alex said. "It's ok, Kate told us ~ there's no need to explain." Sarah wondered exactly what Kate had told them, but was relieved not to have to try to put her thoughts into words. "Come," Alex said, rising gracefully from his chair and extending his hand. "Come and dance for a while." Sarah glanced across at James. He was supposed to have been her 'date' for the evening, after all. But James just smiled that boyish smile, and nodded. "Go ahead," he said. "I'll claim a dance later on ~ if you'll allow me." Sarah smiled gratefully. Conversation was just too much effort right now, and she felt the need to lose herself in the music. Taking Alex's hand, she followed him to the small, deserted dance floor. His fingers curled around hers and she was surprised by their coolness. His skin was smooth and soft, and her hand felt very small in his. Reaching the dance floor, he drew her closer, keeping hold of her hand and wrapping his other arm around her waist to touch the small of her back. Sarah sighed, and they began to move in time. There was space between them, but not much, and she was very conscious of his body so close to hers. A tall, strong, graceful male frame. She imagined she could feel an energy emanating from him as they danced. *But nothing compares,* *Nothing compares...* Feeling the sadness welling up inside her again, Sarah dropped her head forward against Alex's chest, and without speaking, or needing to ask, he wrapped his arms more tightly around her, holding her closely, comfortingly. She was aware that her breasts pressed into his smoothly muscled chest, and his crotch was against her belly, but he was not erect, and this level of intimacy, which she would normally have run away from with a virtual stranger, seemed strangely appropriate. After a couple more songs, during which they moved without speaking, or needing to, James approached, taking Alex's place so smoothly that, wrapped up inside as she was, Sarah was hardly aware of the transition. The body pressed against her now was equally tall, if a little more slender, but James was more active in his comforting. He stoked her hair as they moved together, and murmured soft nothings in her ear. Sarah danced with her eyes closed, thoughts and memories drifting easily through her mind as her consciousness was submerged in sensation; the touch of James' body against hers, the gentle sway of her satin dress against her legs, the sound of the music consuming her soul. *Nothing compares,* *Nothing compares... * She drank more than she usually would, and was feeling mellow and relaxed by the time the restaurant bar closed. But when James invited her to join them for a night-cap, she knew that she was not ready to be alone just yet. They took the elevator to Alex and James' suite, talking softly of nothing much as they travelled. The bell rang at their floor, the doors opened and they tumbled out. Alex opened the door, sliding the key easily into the lock as James and Sarah stood by, his arm around her waist. They stepped inside, and James chose some music, then took Sarah's hand and led her to dance once more whilst Alex fixed drinks from the minibar. The suite was large enough for James and Sarah to move easily, and she relaxed against his body once more, leaning into him and allowing him to support her weight almost entirely. His hands moved over her back as they danced, and she sighed softly. When he laid his hand gently on her buttock, his fingers unmistakable through the thin material of her dress, she tensed for a moment, then relaxed once more, enjoying the slow warmth that spread outwards form his touch. The tingling heat was mirrored in her loins and she moaned a little, moving against him, no longer caring whether he could feel the hard shapes of her nipples pressing into him through their clothing. James moved his other hand down to her buttocks, pulling her up against him, and she was suddenly aware of his erection pressing insistently against her. She looked up into his face, his eyes smiling and questioning, his mouth soft and sensual. Then, abandoning herself to the moment, she kissed him. The kiss lasted an age. Their tongues wound around each other slowly, sensuously, and their hips ground together in an increasingly erotic motion. Sarah ran her fingers down from James' shoulders to the small, firm pads of his buttocks. Her nails dug in a little, and he shivered in response. Desire rose within her, pure and uncomplicated. This was a man she liked, though there was no thought in her mind of love. His actions thus far suggested he could give her all that she needed, and right now that *was* all she needed.. Then she sensed another presence, close behind her. Alex. She froze, her hands still curling clawlike against James' ass. Her breath stopped in her throat as she realised just how close Alex was. The heat of his body was tangible against her skin, and his breath was loud in her ear. Then he leaned forward, his lips brushing softly against the back of her neck. The uncertainty flooded from her as her body trembled in response. She moaned, more loudly than before, and pulled James hard against her once more. Alex's hands alighted on Sarah's waist, and he began to place deliberate kisses on her neck and shoulders, his mouth feeling vital and alive against her skin. He moved still closer, and she felt the heat of his crotch brushing against the cheeks of her ass. James moved his hands, running them up the sides of her body before lightly cupping her breasts, his thumbs moving achingly over her taut nipples. As he shifted back to give himself room, Sarah allowed her hands to drift around his hips to his crotch. Feeling her way, she found the shape of his erection through the pants of his tux. It was long and thick, and her loins jolted at the thought of having it inside her. She felt a little of the liquid pooling at her core escape to trickle down her inner thigh. It was time to lose some clothing. As if reading her mind, Alex's hands moved to the zip at the top of her dress. He pulled it down slowly, the teeth parting with a drawn-out "zzzzzzzpp". James's hands abandoned her breasts for a moment, to push the dress off her shoulders. She wore no bra and his eyes fastened directly onto the creamy flesh of her breasts and the angry pink tips of her nipples. Then he leaned forwards, fastening his lips around her left breast. He suckled strongly, drawing as much of the soft mound into his mouth as he could, his tongue laving across her nipple at the same time. Sarah gasped, throwing her head back as searing waves of pleasure swept through her body. Her breast was just too large to fit entirely between James' lips, and he brought one hand up to squeeze the base of it, intensifying the sensation for her. Working swiftly, Alex tugged Sarah's dress down past her hips and thighs, leaving her wearing just her shoes and panties. She knew the height of her heels would be accentuating the shape of her buttocks and, the alcohol making her bold, she wiggled them sexily at him as the dress fell to the floor. Alex muttered something inaudible, and, squatting behind her, ran his hands up from the backs of her thighs to her ass. "I think this may be an appropriate moment to move through to the bedroom," James suggested. Sarah murmured her assent, and stepped out of the dress, following James' lead towards a door in the back of the room. Alex did not follow immediately, and she was aware of his gaze lingering on her back and ass. Deliberately, she exaggerated the sway of her hips, feeling proud that her body could evoke such a response. She wondered for a moment what James had meant by 'the' bedroom. Surely there was more than one? On the other hand, she considered, the two men did seem to be very relaxed in a sexual situation together... more so than she would have expected. Perhaps they.... she let her mind linger. The thought of these two attractive men being sexual with each other was a fascinating one, whether it was true or not. She imagined them holding, touching each other, imagined those two sensual male mouths meeting in a kiss. Perversely, she found that the thought excited her. But then why not? If men could fantasise about two women together, why should it not work the other way. She resolved to explore this thought more fully at a later date. For the moment, her attention was caught by the sight of James slowly removing his clothing for her. As he shrugged out of his jacket and shirt, she saw that his physique, while slender, was lithe and trimly muscled. His every movement was elegant, like a dancer, and the sheer sensuality of his body excited her. His hips were slim, and as he shimmied out of his pants and boxer shorts, she saw that her initial assessment of the his erection had been correct. Whilst by no means a monster of a prick, it was pleasingly long and thick, the surface unusually smooth and unveined. That impression of smoothness was enhanced by the fact that he was uncircumcised. The whole thing was upright and looked very hard, and leaned very slightly to the left. Sarah noticed with surprise that most of his pubic hair had been shaved off, leaving just a small triangle pointing down to his erection. The rest of his shaft and balls were bare. After allowing Sarah a short time to take in the sight of his cock, James turned to climb onto the bed. His buttocks flexed as he crawled onto it on his hands and knees. His ass looked implicitly on offer, and Sarah wondered again about his sexuality. Then he tumbled over onto his back, letting her see the front of his torso again. He grinned that boyish grin again, and spread his arms beckoningly. Sarah took a deep breath, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, and skinned them down to her ankles, enjoying the look on James' face as she straightened again, allowing his eyes to take in her full beauty. She had always been proud of her body, and if the recent episode with Ian had dented her self confidence for a while, the alcohol and the attention of these two gorgeous men had been enough to restore that loss. She felt a twinge of conscience at that thought of Ian, but it was brushed from her mind as she wondered whether Alex had been standing in the doorway, watching her buttocks as she had bent forwards to remove her flimsy undergarment, and getting a free flash of her sex into the bargain. Deliberately not looking round, she approached the bed and climbed on board. Feeling lust suffuse her, she ran her lips up the length of Jame's legs. She paused to kiss his inner thighs, then slipped his cock briefly into her mouth. James groaned loudly, and his flesh pulsed under her tongue. Not wanting to wait, she abandoned his cock and continued to kiss her way up across his stomach and chest to his lips, pausing only to tease his nipples a little with her tongue. James' hands tangled in her hair, and when her lips met his, his tongue thrust out taking possession of her mouth more forcefully than he had done earlier on. She moaned into his mouth, loving his passion. He rolled her over, landing heavily on top of her and continuing the kiss. Lips, tongues and teeth worked together to lift and arouse her senses, and his hands moved freely over her body, touching her breasts, her stomach, the sides of her body and finally brushing over her soft pubic hair. Almost as soon as his fingers were tangling in her silken hair, his mouth left hers and the breath exploded from her. The blood was racing through her veins, and her excitement was not diminished any when he began kissing his way down over the soft hillocks of her breasts and further, down past her stomach to her sex. His tongue brushed lightly over her labia, the first direct contact they had received all evening, and the pleasure was almost too intense. The soft pink lips fell apart like petals, and the moisture trapped behind them flooded out. His tongue followed it down, cleaning the clear liquid from her inner thigh before returning to her sex. Sarah could feel her clitoris swelling and the heat building within her, but James made no move to touch the tiny, aching bud. Just as she thought she could not bear this exquisite teasing any longer, a fingertip landed on top of the hood softly like a butterfly's kiss. She gasped and moaned, an orgasm tremoring through her body in an instant. James' tongue remained within her for the duration of her pleasure, and she could feel her soft walls clenching and grasping at it as he held it still and rigid inside her. "Oh God," she said, "oh GOD, sooo good..." "Shh," James whispered, placing a glistening fingertip on her lips. The scent of her own sex drifted up to her nostrils, and her tongue moved out almost on its own accord to taste the clear fluid. Suddenly, she was aware of the emptiness within her. "Please," she moaned, "please, I need you.. need something..." James' face appeared above hers, smiling into her eyes, and she felt him gently nudging her knees apart with his thighs. As his lips met hers once more, she felt his hand parting her labia, and the head of his cock pushing blindly forward into her sex. His girth stretched her inner walls, and her hands grasped at his buttocks, pulling him further inside. She moaned loudly as he slipped easily further and further into her body. His flesh was warm inside her, smoothly lubricated with both of their juices, and she wrapped her legs around his, hugging him to her. On impulse, she ran a single finger along the crease of his ass, and was rewarded with a moaning shiver when it brushed past the small, tight hole of his anus. He had started pumping in earnest now, his hips rising and falling rhythmically above her, and a light sheen of perspiration coated his skin. Moving her finger teasingly around the rim of his asshole, she gradually lubricated it with his sweat. Then, pressing forward slowly, to be sure it was what he wanted, she pushed it in, gently but firmly overcoming the resistance of his muscles. James groaned, kissing her fiercely as her finger probed deeper inside him. He slowed his movements, resting deep inside her whilst rotating his hips back against her finger. This movement took his erection to previously untouched places inside her, and ground her clit between their pubic bones. He leaned forward to kiss her neck, then turned to whisper in her ear. "Oh, yeah, go on... stick your finger in my ass, it feels wonderful..." Sarah obeyed, beginning to move her finger in and out of him more rapidly. His muscles fought her at first, and she was fascinated with the feeling of his sphincter clinging desperately to her finger. Then, as she worked, she felt him relax until, spurred on by his encouragement, she pushed a second finger in alongside the first. That was it. James cried out, his whole body tensing as he bucked his hips, and his seed poured from him, flooding her sex. A minor tremor shook her, as her body responded to his. She was aware, thought hat her pleasure was far from complete, and that she still needed more. Sighing quietly, she carefully withdrew her fingers and waited for James to soften inside her. It didn't happen. He lay on top of her for a while, breathing hard, his cock lying perfectly still inside her as she luxuriated in the feeling of being filled, then, unexpectedly, he began moving again, starting over with the slow, erotic rhythm of their lovemaking. This time, though, it was not enough for him to take her in a simple missionary position. Moving deliberately, with complete assurance, he hooked first one, then the other of her knees over his arms, then up onto his shoulders. As he leaned into her, her legs were pushed back onto her chest, squashing her breasts, and his cock was allowed even freer access to her sex. He plowed in, inch after endless inch plunging relentlessly into her soft flesh until she thought she could take no more. Then he pushed in just a little further. Their crotches ground together as James stayed still, as deep inside her as he could possibly go, the head of his cock making just the lightest, trembling contact with the opening of her womb, and his balls pressing tight against her ass. Then he started fucking her with short, determined strokes. That was the only word for it. His expression was intense as he concentrated on giving her the exact depth, pressure and speed she needed to ride towards bliss, and when she got there, the little shudders running over her flesh, he kissed her deeply, then rolled to one side, pulling her up on top of him. The interruption startled her a little, and she was about to complain when she realized that her pleasure had not been dispersed, but had reached another plateau, from which it was building once more towards an even higher plane. She began to ride him, her thighs aching a little with the effort of moving herself up and down on his rigid tool. "Touch yourself," James said, and without thinking she moved her hand down to stroke her clitoris. Her other hand pressed down on his chest, taking more and more of her weight as she leaned forwards, dangling her breasts towards him. His hands came up almost automatically to hold them, feeling their weight, then squeezing and stroking them. He was gentler in his handling of them than Ian had been, and she almost asked him to touch her more firmly, before throwing the thought to one side, determined to enjoy this just for what it was, without thinking about anyone else. Her loins were screaming out that she deserved that, at the very least. Then she realized that she would have to think of at least one other person as a pair of hands settled on her waist. Alex! In the heat of her excitement, she had forgotten that he was still there, and completely missed him entering the room and removing his clothing. She knew that he must have done this, because she could feel his naked cock pressing up against her back, smearing her skin with a sticky trail of pre-cum.. "Alex -" she gasped, turning round to look at him, but his mouth covered hers and whatever else she had been going to say was lost in their kiss. Her mind was racing. There was only one likely conclusion to this situation, and she wasn't sure if she could handle it. She was so conscious of Alex's presence behind her that Jame's cock inside her had almost become an adjunct to the main focus of her attention. He was lying perfectly still, his hands covering her breasts, breathing deeply as he stared up at her, attempting to assess her reaction. Alex's hands settled on Sarah's shoulders, kneading and caressing. He pressed her gently forwards until she was resting on James' chest, and his hands continued to work over her neck, shoulders and back. James shifted his hands to the sides of her face, and he kissed her tenderly, the motions of his tongue soft and reassuring. Sarah relaxed, allowing her full weight to rest upon James' chest. Alex sat above her, his thighs straddling her hips, and the stiff rod of his erection resting between her buttocks. Its heat felt good, and she moved a little underneath him, her soft flesh surrounding his arousal. He removed his hands for a few seconds, and when they returned to her skin, they were coated in a warm oil. Moving in sensual circles, Alex worked the oil into Sarah's taut muscles. Beginning at her shoulders, he smoothed it down over her shoulder blades, over the small of her back and further down to the tops of her buttocks. Her muscles melted to his touch as he found every spot of tension and stress, soothing them all with small, insistent motions. She even felt her inner muscles relax around James' cock, which had lost some of it's stiffness inside her. Still hard, it no longer throbbed with the same urgency as before, and she guessed that he had reached a similar plateau to her own. Then Alex shifted his weight back, and his hands moved lower still, massaging her buttocks fully and slipping down between her thighs to brush against the lips of her sex. She guessed that he couldn't have helped but make contact with James' cock as he did this, where it entered her body. If he had done, neither of them seemed even slightly fazed by the contact., and once more she allowed her mind to dance around the image of the two of them together, imagining Alex's slim fingers wrapping around James' shaft just as tenderly as the were touching her own flesh. Those fingers stole up the crease of her ass, and she whimpered as one fingertip made contact with her tight anus. James' hands slid down to her flanks, stroking her buttocks soothingly. He kissed her cheek and looked deep into her eyes. "Do you want this?" he asked. Sarah hesitated. She and Ian had done this, had ... but this wasn't about Ian, this was about her, and she had certainly never had intercourse both ways at the same time before. But Alex's finger slowly stirring oil into the sensitive ring felt good, and the alcohol was making her feel bold, adventurous. James throbbed inside her, and her decision was made. Biting her lip, she looked into his eyes and nodded slowly. At that moment, Alex's finger slid into her ass, and she could feel her soft membranes being pressed between the finger and James' unmoving member. Working slowly, Alex began to move his finger in and out of her ass. Sarah sighed with an unexpected pleasure as two sets of nerves were stimulated. Very slightly at first, then more strongly, she began pressing back against Alex's finger, driving it deeper into her ass, then reveling in the odd sensation of her muscles being pulled in the wrong direction as the finger withdrew. Rocking back and forth, she rode up onto James' cock as the finger withdrew. Then, just as she was really beginning to enjoy the sensation, a second finger joined the first, and her muscles were pulled in unbelievable directions. "Oh, God!" she gasped, "That's just soo - AH!" "More?" James asked her, his eyes intense. "Mmmm," she moaned. "Yes, God - more!" A third finger slipped into her ass, pushing the oil deep inside her. This was almost too much, and Sarah was amazed to find herself bucking her hips and writhing onto Alex's hand. That was enough for him, and he steadily withdrew his fingers all the way and positioned the tip of his erection at the now loose, relaxed opening of her ass instead. James ' hands gripped her buttocks, separating them gently to facilitate his entry. As he pressed in, Sarah was surprised to realize just how soft the head of his cock was. While the shaft was rigid, the head itself remained pliable, and it squashed rather than forced its way inside her. A few, tense moments of concentration and gentle pressure, and then he was well on his way inside,. Sarah swallowed hard, astounded by the dual sensation of fullness. With the two thick cocks deep inside her, she knew that they must be able to feel each other moving within her, even though James was actually moving very little. Sarah was encased in flesh, Alex's weight on top of her, James' passive flesh underneath, both of their warm bodies surrounding her. She imagined that this must be how a cock feels, enveloped in the warm, comforting flesh of the receptive female sex. After a few seconds' pause, Alex began moving in and out of Sarah's ass in earnest. The pulling, grinding pressure churned her up inside, and she ground her hips down hard onto James' cock, biting down onto his shoulder as she tried without success to stifle her moans.. The pressure was so great that the situation could not last long. Fortunately, the tightness of his confinement was bringing Alex rapidly to the edge, while James and Sarah had been hovering near the brink for so long that it was going to take very little for either of them to explode. As Alex's strokes increased in pace, James was gasping and panting for breath, his hands gripping alternately at Sarah's and Alex's buttocks, clawing at her flesh, then pulling his friend down into her. That extra stimulation was too much for Alex, and he cried out as Sarah felt his shaft tighten, and his seed spurt out into her ass. The constriction was so great that she felt his orgasm more clearly than she had ever done before. Throwing her head back with an almost feral cry, she howled out her own release. Her fingers dug into Jame's chest, and his eruption followed close behind . Afterwards, when their gasping breaths had returned to normal, and Alex had slowly, carefully extricated himself, the lay together, the three of them on that one bed, their arms wound around each other. In seconds, both James and Alex fell asleep, and Sarah lay awake, thinking. She remembered how Ian would stay and talk with her afterwards, joking softly about the ridiculousness of sex, of life of people. She missed his voice, and their song echoed round her head. *Nothing compares * *Nothing compares * *To you.* END Thanks for reading. Appologies to anyone who got the old, uncorrected version. 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