A Perfect Storm

I had heard the whispers, considering it had only been a week, I hadn't expected it this soon.

I wondered who had talked, despite all of the promises that they would keep it between themselves, I knew this would happen.

I knew that one or maybe even all of them would eventually talk about it and that the story would get out.

Guys were all the same.

But to tell the truth, it kind of excited me to know that people knew. I had enjoyed every second of it and I would do it again if the opportunity came up.

When the guys from work gave me those long stares as I walked by, I couldn't help but to feel turned on. I could feel my nipples hardening and rising against the thin fabric of my blouse and the warm dampness between my legs. Since it happened, I felt liberated. I had rarely worn underwear since then, I was loving the feeling of excitement with nothing between me and the world except for my clothes, it almost made me moan out loud.

Up until it happened, I was a pretty but otherwise kind of ordinary divorced single mom with two boys, both away at college. I kept in shape, worked hard, and had been a relatively successful associate with our company.

We had a nice house and we were comfortable, not rich, but middle class. The only real cost was my social life, despite many offers I hadn't dated much and my only sexual outlet was masturbating and watching porn, both of which I did a lot.

I thought back to that first night, just about a week ago and how everything seemed to fall together. It's amazing how quickly your life can change direction. Never in a million years could I have predicted what happened.

The morning had started out very snowy and cold, several of the local roads had been closed and we were scheduled to attend a trade show and conference in the city. I managed to get into work, my 4 x4 loved the snow and I was used to winter driving.

We lived in a coastal area and we always got more snow than places even just a few miles away. I figured that things would improve the more inland we got especially closer to the city. I was all bundled up in my parka, hat, mitts and had my overnight bag and was ready to go when the company bus showed up. I waited in my warm car, when the mini-bus finally arrived and I saw other people following it into the parking lot.

I watched my four figures, all of whom were similarly dressed in winter gear. One by one they each headed to the rented mini-bus. I made my way over to the bus through the wind and snow and climbed in.

My boss said, "Merina, glad you made it."

The three other guys all nodded, still bundled up, reluctant to take their coats off, even though the bus driver had the heaters on full blast.

I asked, "Is this it?"

"Nancy, Mary, Liz, and John, all bailed because of the weather. How do the rest of you feel? Do you still want to head out?" My boss asked.

The bus driver said that he was game and it was just some snow, the weather radar showed the city, about a 90-minute drive was in the clear. Everyone else agreed it would be okay, as I did I. I actually felt kind of relieved because with so many people not coming, that I wouldn't have to share a hotel room in the city. My little pussy tingled for the first time, excited that I would be able to sleep naked in a strange hotel room. I pushed that thought away for the time being and tried not to smile.

A few minutes later the bus driver pulled out of the parking lot and onto the highway. Everyone took a seat and as the heater worked its magic, gradually everyone stowed their hats, mitts, and finally their heavy coats.

At 41, I was the second youngest of the group. Peter my boss, was the oldest at almost 60. He was in good shape, married, with three daughters, all in their twenties. Ross, I guessed was in his mid-to late 40's; he was also married and had two daughters, both in their late teens. Ross was in average shape with the start of a muffin top that he did his best to hide. Brian was in his thirties and new to the company, he was married but had no kids. Brian was in good shape. Barry, who was the bus driver was about the same age as Peter, was handsome in a rugged older man kind was way.

I thought about my situation, I was the smallest and the only woman in the group. At 5.3 and 105 pounds, I looked even smaller around these guys, who were all over 6'. My little 34 x 24 x 35 frame was toned from lots of yoga, jogging, and healthy eating. Knowing that I could change in the city, I was wearing jeans, an oversized sweater, and my blonde hair was in a pony tail.

About 40 minutes into the trip, as my mind idled in neutral watching the blowing snow, it drifted somehow to my situation as the only woman with 4 handsome men. Lately I had been watching more videos about women having sex with multiple guys and my pussy tingled again as I thought about the possibilities. I realized Barry was talking and it forced my little daydream into the background.

"Folks, the storm is getting stronger, I think we will be fine, but I just want to make sure you keep an eye on things in case I have to swerve or stop suddenly," Barry said, looking up and seemingly staring and smiling at me.

I smiled at that, people said I was pretty, but I always thought of myself as average in a "girl-next-door" way. Those same people couldn't believe I was over forty and usually said I could pass for someone ten years younger. I always dressed kind of conservatively and unconsciously always hid my body under formless clothes, while I was at work. I liked sex and feeling sexy, but at work, I had always kept my relationships professional. What I was wearing today revealed more of my body than what they would normally see.

For many years I had devoted myself to my boys and building up my career, but I thought again about how my private life had suffered. It just was that I didn't have time for a relationship and the baggage that went along with it, although I almost laughed when I thought about how much porn I watched and how each night I couldn't wait to masturbate myself silly.

When I packed my overnight bag last night, my handy vibrator and some lube, along with a new sexy merry widow was packed in with my business clothes. Today, there was nothing beneath my tight jeans and loose sweater, other than me. As I shifted in the bus seat, I felt the seam of my jeans rub up against my shaved little pussy and a small moan escaped, silently I hoped, from my lips.

Fortunately, no one looked up and as they busily worked on their laptops or phones and the bus driver seemed more focused on the road than he did on me.

I took out my laptop and began working away as well and I was so focused on my work that I was oblivious to everything going on around me, it wasn't until I felt the bus lurch and slow that I knew that there was a problem.

Peter said, "Barry, what's wrong?"

"The snow is drifting pretty hard and according to the radio, the storm is moving inland." Barry replied as he kept both hands on the steering wheel.

"Where are we?" Peter asked.

"Just coming up on Jamestown, according to the GPS." Barry replied, I noticed a sense of anxiety in his voice. "Peter the storm was supposed to stay on the coast, but it's moving inland surprisingly and it's getting pretty bad out here and the police are telling people to only travel if necessary."

"Fuck," Peter swore, "Do you think we should turn around and head back?" The others now starting to pay attention.

"I would like to Peter, but the road is closing behind us ...," Barry was cut off when we noticed a cruiser ahead and flashing lights. Barry pulled up to the cruiser and stopped, we watched a police officer walk in front of the bus and then knock on the door.

The snow and wind rushed into the bus as the driver opened the door, the blast of wintry air made all of us shiver and I folded my arms across my chest as I felt my nipples harden.

"Where are you heading folks?" I watched the cop's eyes take all of us in, he was young, maybe 30, big like most cops I seemed to meet. His eyes stopped when he saw me and he smiled, then continued to look around the bus.

"The city, we have a conference to get to," Ross replied before Peter.

"Not today, you don't, the storm surprised everyone and moved inland instead of along the coast, the road is closed on the other side of town, we are telling everyone that they need to find a place to stay," the cop said.

"Where and for how long," Peter replied before anyone else.

"If you have friends or family that would be best, they are opening the arena up as a shelter, and there are a few motels, if you hurry, you might still be able to get some rooms," the copy said again, looking at me.

Brian said, "Already on it, everything is full, except ... hang on ... I got us a room, at the Key Motel, on the edge of town, is that a good place?"

The cop smiled, "Well, it depends, it's a room, good is kind of a relative term," he said cryptically.

"It's only a few blocks from here, go slowly and it should only be for one night, the forecasters are saying the worst of the storm should only last tonight," he turned and said, "Have a good time ma'am," to me and smiled and went back out in the storm.

Brian said, "The place at least has a 24-hour restaurant, so we won't starve, the bad thing is we will have to share the room because that's all there is."

Everything seemed to have the same thought at once and looked at me.

"It beats sleeping in the bus," I said, "And besides, how many times I will get a chance to sleep with 4 men," I laughed, thinking it was funny. I was trying to lighten the atmosphere because each of the guys looked a little uncomfortable.

As we drove to the motel, I half listened to each of the guys calling their partners and I noticed that during each of the conversations, each guy answered with the names of the men who were in the bus, but not a single one mentioned that I was on the bus.

The weather outside was getting pretty horrible, much worse than when we had left. We could barely see when we got to the motel. Peter went in to confirm the room and Barry left the engine running and the heaters on full blast. I got my winter clothes on again when Ross sat down next to me.

"Merina, are you okay?" he asked with real concern, "Are you going to be okay with this?"

"Sure Ross, I've known all of you, except Brian for a long time, we're all adults," and I smiled.

Ross and I always got along really well, and I considered him a good friend, but I couldn't help but notice when he got up that he patted me on my knee and said, "That's great Merina, and you're something else."

Peter entered the bus just as Ross was getting up. "Okay people, here's the scoop, the storm is pretty bad but we have a place to stay, they wanted to know how many people were staying in the room and they held up 2 fingers when I went to answer, they said the they were only allowed 2 people per room, so I said two, so just don't everyone go to the room at the same time.

Peter and Brian went first, a few minutes later Ross and I followed, and then Barry last of all. When Ross and I entered the room, I was floored. No wonder the cop had been a little evasive about the room. It was right out of a 1980's porn movie, complete with a round bed and mirrors on the ceiling. I only up to date thing was the flat screen TV on the wall that had a sign on it saying "Free Porn - password "Blush69""

The only other furniture in the room was two chairs.

I looked at all of them and laughed, "This is going to be interesting." Secretly, that tingling in my pussy had returned.

Before I could indulge my secret fantasies though, Peter said, "This is going to be a problem, but let's deal with this afterward, lets go and get some food first, the restaurant is across the parking lot."

We left our bags and computers in the room and walked back out into the storm. Fortunately, the restaurant wasn't far and it was actually quite nice, nicer than the skanky motel room.

Conversation was a little stiff at first and the guys all seemed awkward around me so finally I said, "Guys, lighten up, I'm a big girl and I know it is going to be a little weird, but just treat me like you would anyone else, besides, I don't feel awkward at all, I'm kind of looking forward to it," I smiled.

Peter said, "Really?"

"Sure, I get to sleep with 4 good looking guys in a room that looks like a porn set, but you have to sleep in a room with only one of me and 3 of each other," and I laughed. That broke the ice and soon everyone was a little more relaxed. To be honest, the more I pondered what I had said, I would be lying if I didn't start to feel a little turned on. I felt a growing dampness between my legs and my nipples had been fully erect since we had left the bus and not just because of the cold.

Since we were in no hurry, lunch took almost 2 hours and by the time it was over, the storm had intensified and the snow was whipping around the restaurant. The manager came to our table and said that they were going to close soon; however, if we would like, they knew we were stuck in town and they would prepare a supper and breakfast for us that we could take back to our motel rooms.

During lunch, each of the guys had one or two beers and I had two glasses of wine. I didn't normally drink but since Peter was drinking, I figured it was okay. Before leaving our table, the manager also offered a case of beer and a couple of bottles of wine that we could take back to our rooms.

Without thinking, Barry corrected her and said, "We only have one room because of the storm."

The manager looked at me and smiled, "Well honey, it looks like you might have an interesting afternoon and night."

Peter and Ross suddenly looked uncomfortable, but I looked at her and smiled, "I am certainly hoping it will be, I couldn't think of 4 men I would rather spend the night with." The wine had made me feel bolder and with each sip, I had been thinking more and more about the possibilities.

With that I got up and went to the lady's room, letting my ass swing just a little more than usual, the guys mouth's all dropped open, not sure if I was kidding or not.

Other than watching porn, in my life I had been fairly conservative in my sex life. Yes, I masturbated likely more than my boys did. I fantasized about lots of things, from experimenting with women to being naked outdoors but my favourite fantasy was to be ravished by more than one guy. Part of me tried to say to me that I was dreaming that it would ever happen, but part of me was getting excited about this opportunity.

In the washroom, I looked in the mirror and said, "Well Merina, what do you think? You are going to be sleeping with 4 men tonight." I smiled at myself and noticed my hands were shaking. I figured the guys would wait for me so I entered one of the stalls. I stood against the door and pulled my jeans down; my jeans crotch was soaked and the scent of my sex was overwhelming me.

My fingers acted as if they had a mind of there own and they had only one purpose. Using a light touch, my fingertips glanced over my folds, teasing my clit, ever so slightly. My breathing came in ragged panting. Whimpers and moans escaped from my lips as one finger ran the length of my sex. Joined by a second, then a third; one finger penetrated me and the moans almost became a scream, muffled at the last second by me covering my mouth with my free hand.

I imagined myself being stripped by my coworkers, their hot breath on my little body, their fingers and hands exploring every inch of me. More moans escaped from my lips as my fingers now plunged deeper and deeper into my sex. My knees almost buckled as I came and came hard.

A knock on the door and a voice said, "Merina, are you okay, we need to get going, their closing the restaurant," it sounded like Ross.

I caught my breath and replied shakily, "Okay, just a second, I'll be right there."

I pulled up my jeans, savoring the tenderness and how electric my pussy felt, covering the wetness with the damp fabric of my jeans. I brought my fingers to my mouth and slowly licked my juices from them.

Opening the door and seeing the faces of all of the guys, I wondered if any of them could sense my arousal, I wondered how they would feel about fucking me tonight. Could I even dare to think that I could be that slutty or that they would even be interested, after all they were all happily married?

Feeling the juiciness between my legs, I knew that I could be convinced, and more and more I was hoping they would too.

An hour later, back in the motel room, Barry stood by the window and watched the storm. Peter and Ross sat in the chairs, working on their laptops, Brian sat on the end of the bed, flipping through the channels available, and I laid on the bed reading a novel I had brought. All of the guys were nursing a beer, and I had already had two glasses of wine since we came back from lunch.

Brian said, "All that is available on this TV is porn, nothing else," and he went to turn it off.

"Don't turn it off because I me," I said, "It doesn't bother me, and besides between us, the one on Channel 5 is the best one."

"Merinda, you watch porn?" Peter and Ross said almost at the same time.

"Sure, I do, I'm alive and some of it is pretty good, what about you guys, do you ever watch it?" I asked, growing a little more curious thanks to the wine. Normally I would never have asked but I had been half watching as Brian bounced between channels and that tingling was back with a vengeance.

Barry, said "No, I have never watch porn on-line; however, I do admit to reading magazines."

"My wife and I watch it all the time," Brian said quickly, perhaps a little too quickly based on the look he got from Peter. "We have even started role-playing some of the scenes," then he blushed, realizing that he might have gone too far.

"That's cool Brian," I said, trying to keep the conversation going and growing a little bit more comfortable around these guys. I subtly shifted around a little bit, lying on the bed hopefully looking a tiny bit sexier. At this point I was trying to see what their limits were. I had never acted like this before and I was finding it very exciting.

Ross went next, obviously a little uncomfortable, "All of you have to promise not to say anything, and my wife would kill me if she knew I watched porn on-line."

We all reassured him and Brian laughed, "What happens in a snow storm, stays in a snow storm," I didn't realize it at the time, but with that statement a bridge was crossed and without knowing it, it was already too late to turn back.

Brian asked Peter, "Come on Peter, how about you, do you ever watch porn?"

Silence followed for about 30 seconds and everyone waited.

"Yes, never at work, but yes. Mary, my wife kind of lost interest in sex a few years ago and I started watching it then."

Ross and Barry both chimed in at almost the same time, "I know what you mean," both of them seemed to be just a little buzzed. Both of them said if had been a long time since they had sex and even longer since they had anything more than just simple missionary sex.

Brian had left the TV playing on a scene with two women engaged in a 69 and then turned to me and said, "Okay Merina, what is your favorite kind to watch?"

I thought for a moment, realizing finally this was my bridge to pass over. I could likely still retreat back to safety, or I could take the plunge and submit myself for a night of sexual pleasure. After a moment decided to see where it would go and just be honest. "My favourite ones are the ones with one woman satisfying a group of men, the woman is naked and submissive to the needs of the men."

I instantly worried I had gone too far; the room became a little warmer and very quiet, except from the moaning on the TV.