Luck Be A Lady

“No, It’s Brock. Remember?” I said hoping to make her feel better than whatever triggered her sudden alarm.

She laughed a little, but her smile was replaced by something apologetic, “I’m sorry Brock, but I’ve gotta get back to my room. My friend, remember I was telling you she was up from Colorado? She’s waiting for me. I have to get back.”

I was desperate to keep Stacy around, and just blurted out, “So invite her up. We’ll have a few drinks up here and watch a movie or go out or something.” She looked unsure until I looked back at her with big pathetic eyes and said, “C’mon, please?”

She smiled again and picked up the room phone and dialed her friend. I could hear her as I turned on the big T.V. in the room talk to her friend. It seemed like a long phone call, especially with all the giggling and hushed tones Stacy was speaking in. I was flipping through the movie channels when Stacy hung up, slid back onto the couch with me, leaning against me and said, “She’ll be just a second, but she’s coming right up.” She smiled and kissed me again, just like she did in the elevator, and then cuddled up against me. I just smiled as I draped my arm around her and waited for the knock on the door.

We didn’t have to wait too long. There came a few soft knocks on the door only a few minutes after Stacy had hung up, and we both shouted that it was open. I was shocked to see who came thru the door. I had no idea that Stacy’s friend could be as beautiful as she was, but there she was. About Stacy’s height, short red hair, voluptuous figure, gorgeous face and in one of the white terrycloth robes that the hotel had provided. She smiled at Stacy as she walked towards the couch, then came and stood in front of me, held out her hand and said in a smoky seductive voice, “Hi, I’m Tess.”

I stood up, took the gorgeous redhead’s hand and greeted her as she came into the room. She was stunning, as beautiful as Stacy, and I couldn’t believe my luck that I’d be in the company of these two goddesses. I stood, like a gentleman should, took Tess’ hand, and introduced myself. “Hi, I’m Brock. Pleased to make your acquaintance. Ummm, can I get you a drink?”

She held my gaze, “Tequila, if you please.”

I smiled at first, and then blanched a little, “Uh, I’m sure I’ve got some salt kicking around here somewhere, but I’m positive there aren’t any lime wedges.”

“That’s fine. I prefer to shoot it straight anyways.” Those eyes of hers remained locked on mine, and I couldn’t help but feel a little rush as I saw them twinkle in the light of the room. The slight half smile as she looked at me was unmistakable, and then I remembered back to the conversation on the phone, and wondered what all the giggling was about.

The tequila in the room bar was a high quality one, and so I poured a generous sized shot for Tess, a refill for Stacy and got myself a rye. I headed back to the loveseat the girls had seated themselves on, delivered the drinks, and had a seat on the floor facing them. “So,” I said, looking for a harmless topic of conversation to get things started, “How long have you two been friends?” Well, that innocent question started a long discourse from both Tess and Stacy on their relationship, from how they had met, to what kind of trouble they had gotten into together, to how they had tormented a couple of poor schmucks in a bar the night before in the town Stacy was from before heading up this way to have a little fun this side of the border.

Tess was in the middle of another story from a couple years back, and it was a long animated one. She was describing Stacy’s part in the caper, and as I turned in amusement to get Stacy’s take, I looked down along her incredible body and towards her legs. They were slightly parted, and as she saw me staring for that brief moment, she parted them almost imperceptibly wider, but just enough that I could see right the way up her red dress to the flash of white lace that covered her modesty. My eyes flashed instinctively up to hers, and were met by a very quick wink and a slight smile. I turned back to Tess, but she was involved in telling the story, and if she had noticed the tiny exchange between myself and Stacy, she didn’t show any sign of it.

The story was an amusing, engrossing one, and I listened intently to Tess’s tale until she finished by saying, “… and that’s how I ended up in Western New York and visiting Stacy, and as much as I’m enjoying the tequila, I would kill for a nice long soak. It was such a long flight.”

My eyebrows arched and I glanced over at the in-room hot tub as I said, “So what’s stopping you?”

Tess’ eyes went wide as she took note of the room’s amenity, and gave me another smile, and indicated that yes, she’s like that very much. I went to the tub and ran the water to fill it, then returned to chat with both ladies. We talked a little more about this and that, and I found myself becoming even more at ease with both of them, valuing their company on the evening. Tess glanced over at the tub and said, “Looks like we’re just about ready.” She walked towards the tub, and without any fanfare or self-consciousness, shed her robe, letting it fall to the ground as she took those last couple of steps to the hot tub. She turned off the water, and climbed in, giving me a side view of her full breasts before she slipped under the water.

“Ohhhh, that’s perfect.” She closed her eyes and tilted her head back against the edge of the tub for a moment, then picked her head back up, looked over at Stacy and I and said, “Why don’t you two join me. There’s plenty of room in here.” She saw my initial apprehension, and put me at ease by saying, “Come on, Brock, we’re all adults here. You have seen a naked woman before, right?”

I gave a small laugh and looked over at Stacy, who had something of an eager look on her face, and gave a resigned “Okay,” in response to Tess’ half-challenge. Stacy and I went to the side of the tub, and both of us disrobed at short order, and with as much a lack of self-consciousness as Tess had in getting in, almost presented myself as I climbed into the water. I looked over at Stacy as she joined us, and got a good look at her incredible body, with her pink nipples capping her lovely, full breasts and the sparse, trimmed blond hair topping her sex. She climbed into the tub and immediately slid in beside me, letting me drape an arm around her shoulders as she cuddled with me, both of us opposite Tess, who had relaxed against the side of the tub, her arms outstretched along the tub’s edge, her breasts just underneath the water. Her hand brushed the controls for the jets, and with a smile she turned them on, the hot water immediately bubbling and rolling.

Tess looked a little shocked as one of the water jets seemed to come upwards from the bottom. She smiles and said, “Strange place for a jet.”

“You’re sitting on the recliner portion,” I said. “If you turn that-a-way and lie back, the jets are positioned to hit certain muscles and give you a massage.”

“Oh. Strategically placed, then.” Tess looked at the water bubbling up from the massage jet, then gave us a mischievous smile, and slid over so that she was sitting on top of the jet. Her violet eyes immediately became unfocused and glazed, her mouth slackened as the water from the jet was directed at her core. She lifted one hand from the tub’s edge and ran it through her thick red hair, her head slumping back and rolling from side to side as the jet began to pleasure her.

I looked over at Stacy, almost as if to say ‘is this really happening’. Her blue eyes looked into mine, and she moved a little closer to me. I could feel the side of her breast brush my chest as she moved against me, the heat from her body palpable even in the steaming waters. She slid an arm around my waist, then motioned with her eyes for me to continue watching the show Tess was putting on.

My eyes gravitated back to Tess, and were treated to seeing her body begin to writhe as the flow of the water was trained upon her sex. She wriggled slowly over the jet, maneuvering the stream of water to her wetness, having it stimulate her. The way her body undulated as the stream of water pleasured her was something to watch, there was almost a dance-like quality to it. I was riveted to my spot in the tub, and almost didn’t notice Stacy’s hand as it glided over my leg, moving back and forth, and then, teasingly, her hand ran from stem to tip over my turgid member. She did it just the once, and I caught the look of mirth as she looked at me out of the corner of her eye. Her hand rested at the middle of my thigh, and she went back to watching Tess.

Tess, however, was lost in sensations the water jet was providing. Her head still sagged against the edge of the tub, her hand still stroking and combing through her luxurious red locks. Her other hand finally left the tub’s edge, and as her jaw slackened further, her eyes closed, the hand captured one of her full breasts, lifting it out of the water, caressing it before our eyes. As the weight of it rested in her palm, the forefinger and thumb pinched at the nipple stem, pulling upon it, tormenting the bud while her back arched dramatically. She called out, moaning incomprehensibly while the stream of water stimulated her sex, and her breathing quickened to the point where every breath sounded like a sob, every exhale became a moan. Her whimpers followed one anther, and finally her whole body tensed, frozen in a rapturous pose, and she screamed out a short, “YES!” before she slumped against the side of the tub, breathing as deeply as the hot vapours from the water would allow, her mouth slightly agape as she lay recovering.

Stacy and I just sat there silently as Tess regained her breath, watching the satisfied smile on her face, her dark eyes darting warmly back and forth between the two of us. With a deep breath and a short sigh she sat back up against the edge of the tub and said to me, as if nothing had happened, “So Brock, tell us about yourself.”

I was shocked after what had just transpired that Tess could change gears so quickly. I smiled an unsure smile for a moment, wondering if this was just a tease, but she seemed serious about her question. I looked at Stacy and she smiled back in an amused fashion, telling me Tess was earnest in her query. I stammered for a bit before giving the ladies the basics of my background. When Tess asked questions of me, they drew long thoughtful answers from me, and before I knew it, I had totally forgotten about Tess’ exhibition only a few minutes before. When the realization hit me, I was so disarmed and relaxed, that I found, despite the fact that I was seated in a Jacuzzi, naked with two beautiful women, that my member had returned to a flaccid state.

We lounged in the tub for a few more minutes and as a group decided to head to the couch to see what else we could do for fun. Stacy decided that a movie might be a nice option and Tess and I both agreed. The three of us climbed out of the tub toweled off quickly and found our way into the thick terrycloth robes that the hotel offered. Tess giggled and ran to the couch, jumping on it and claiming it for herself, lying all the way across it, leaving only a small portion at the end available. Stacy laughed, rolled her eyes and took up a position on the loveseat, patting the cushion beside her and saying, “Come on, Brock. If Tess wants to be that way, we can just move over here.” Tess giggled some more and stuck her tongue out at Stacy, and got even more comfy on the couch she had taken up by herself. I shook my head at all the playfulness as I grabbed the remote and sat beside Stacy, drawing my arm around her. I felt her snuggle against me while we looked over the Program Guide for something to watch. As the cursor hit a particular movie, both women made ‘Oooh’ing noises, which I didn’t have to be a rocket scientist to figure out meant they’d like to see that one. I selected that one and settled back on the couch, Stacy cuddled close to me.

The movie was something of a thriller, and I became somewhat engrossed in the twisting plot. Over the course of watching the movie, I felt Stacy’s fine form cuddle up a little closer, until at about the two thirds point of the film, she had one leg draped over my lap. I looked down at the thigh that slipped out from the part at the front of the robe, feeling it’s warmth upon the tops of my thighs. I looked a little surprised at her doing this, then turned for a moment to see if Tess had seen this happen. She couldn’t as the effects of the tub nad her orgasm led her to slumber, sleeping with her head propped against one of the pillows that decorated the couch. With a smile, I placed my hand upon the offered thigh, sliding my hand slowly higher, the opening of the robe on the back of my wrist, watching the robe part wider as my hand wandered farther up her thigh. Stacy’s eyes joined mine in watching the travels of my hand, seeing the split in the white terrycloth broaden and more of her lightly tanned flesh revealed. As my hand roamed higher, I shifted the position of my palm so that it ended up on her hip, the touch innocent, however it meant that even more of Stacy’s lap was revealed, as the robe separated right up to the belt, and bringing her slit into full view, as well as the blonde curls atop it. Both of us spent a long moment looking at her now exposed sex, and then at the same time lifted our heads to look at one another. Her lips were parted slightly, her face cast just a little downward, her beautiful blue eyes looking up at me, the coy seductive glance all the permission I needed.

I closed the remaining distance between the two of us, my free hand cupping her cheek as I looked deeply into her eyes, then studied her exquisite features, committing to memory every last detail of this goddess’s beauty, my breathing quickened as my excitement and desire mounted with each moment I looked upon her. “So beautiful,” I muttered as I looked upon her, almost in disbelief that a woman like this was sitting here with me. My chest rose and fell rapidly with my shallow breathing as I leaned forth and kissed her, as softly as we had done in the elevator, a soft, tender kiss that served as a prelude for things to come. As my lips left hers, I heard the softest of whimpers escape her lips, and my eyes were just able to catch her lift her leg from her lap, completely opening herself to me. My hand left her hip and moved across the front of her thigh, seeking the treasure she offered me. Softly my fingers glided over her folds, feeling just a hint of moisture upon them. Using just my fingertips, I explored every contour of her mound, toying slightly with her coarse curls, feeling the puffiness of her petals. I closed my eyes and leaned in to kiss her gain, this time both our lips parted, and we kissed a searing, passionate kiss, a product of the arousal pent up in both of us. I felt my shaft stiffen completely, and I wondered a little what made it more aroused, that I was touching Stacy’s most sacred place, or the immense thrill and excitement I received from the penetrating kiss.

I was gratified to feel Stacy moan hotly into my mouth, the muffled, muted sound belying the power and force with which her tongue attacked mine, taking the lead in the sultry dance they engaged in. I pressed my lips even tighter upon hers as I let her explore my mouth, then moaned myself as she withdrew ever so slightly from the kiss to suck hungrily upon my tongue. I tilted my head back, submitting to the suction she placed upon my tongue, almost not registering her hands as they undid the belt and opened the front of my robe, tossing the fabric aside, leaving only my arms and pecs hidden by the terrycloth. Her delicate hand journeyed between my legs, capturing the stiff rod between them, feeling her warm grip around it as she slowly stroked my member in time with the lazy meanderings of my fingers upon her wetness. This time we both moaned at the same time, which served only to fuel our passion. Her hand tightened it’s grasp upon me, while I responded by delving my finger between her netherlips, teasing her slit with my fingertip while my thumb ground at her clit, the fleshy pad of my thumb rubbing against her nub.

Her hips bucked immediately and instinctively at my invading finger, forcing me, not unwelcomely, to push more of my finger into her sex. She cried out at this, a sharp quick sound, as my finger slid to the second knuckle inside her, and then kept going, until the backs of my other fingers were pressed against her mound. I wriggled the tip of that finger inside her, pressing it upwards against her g-spot, knowing that that this slight pressure would do very little for her, but letting her know that I was aware where it was situated. She gasped slightly at the touch at the front wall of her sex, and her hand halted it’s stroking of my member, stopping midway along it’s length, her eyes flashing open and looking into mine. My eyes narrowed slightly as I grinned at her, and easily slid a second finger into her core, curling both of them upward slightly, and slowly began to thrust and withdraw them into her sex. Stacy’s eyes closed again as she gave herself over to my fingers and what they did to her, her hand intermittently stroking at my length as her focus shifted to what she felt between her thighs. With increasing pressure and speed, I pushed my fingers into her, feeling my fingertips make contact with the wall of her sex, and hearing the resultant sounds of pleasure come from the beautiful blonde.

As my fingers dipped deeply into Stacy, my mouth lowered to her neck, offered to me as her head tilted backwards, her long blonde tresses spilling over the back of the couch. I inhaled deeply at the hint of perfume that lingered upon her throat, and then kissed at her neck, savouring the texture of her flesh beneath my lips, eager to hear more of the moans that emanated from her. I was rewarded in short order, as my mouth hit a tender spot on her neck, causing her to press herself more tightly against my lips, her hand on my wrist as my fingers invaded her, guiding them into her, urging me to move them faster as they pumped into her depths. Every breath from her came out as a long, hot exhale, followed by a long gasp as her breathing became laboured. I looked down her body while I kissed her neck, and watched her lovely chest rise and fall, saw those perfect breasts quake from the motion of her hips as she ground against my invading fingers.

Her breath caught for a moment, and then the sweetest of whimpers came from her lips. I pulled away from her neck and watched this gorgeous woman as her body responded to my touch, my eyes capturing every detail of her features as they contorted erotically with her arousal. My fingers stabbed harder into her, making firm contact with her g-spot with every thrust, wanting nothing more at that moment that to see and feel her body explode around my fingers. She raised her hips off the couch, her hips tensing as she fucked back against my fingers, thrusting in time against them to heighten her pleasure. My jaw slackened in wonderment as I watched her, and saw her head thrash back and forth against the back of the couch, then suddenly she turned towards me, gripping my arm with her hand tightly as she bit into my shoulder. I could feel her muffled screams as she strove to keep herself from alerting Tess, who as I looked over, seemed to still be sleeping peacefully, despite the passion occurring not ten feet from her. Stacy’s nails dug into my arm, the ecstasy that she was experiencing overtaking her completely as my flesh vibrated with the effects of her muted moans, her teeth still biting me hard. I grunted both from the effects her orgasm had on me and from the pain of the bite and the stabbing fingernails, but kept pumping my fingers into Stacy until she came down from her climactic high.