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I enter the airport hotel lobby shortly after 4, my rolling suitcase rattling along behind. I observe our pilot being kissed at the elevator, a stewardess under each arm, vying for his affection, we’ve been together a few times. I turned down his invitation this time, being Feb. 14 it will be slim pickings for any sex encounters tonight. I choose a booth across from the bar; Stacey’s working tonight, a regular waitress, young, slim, a sylph, dark brown pixie cut hair, black mini skirt, white blouse, she arrives balancing a tray. Pleasant smile, “afternoon Caroline, welcome back, what’s your pleasure?”
“Uh,” I’m unprepared for that question, my mind immediately flashes to Dimitri; he’s my pleasure, but quickly realize she’s asking about my preference to drink.
“White wine, and a meal menu, please Stacey.” I watch her tight ass sway as walks away. I ponder the possibility of her coming to my room after closing or if it’s just me and my trusty revolving, remote, rubber dildo tonight. She returns with my wine, I’m sure she undid an extra button while away; intentionally leaning lower than necessary, affording me an unrestricted look at the valley between her pert breasts, she turns slightly, before rising to allow me a full view of her bare, dark, areole she seems callow; but she’s likely better than masturbating.
I’m 34, a voluptuous, 36 24 34, promiscuous, cheery, adventurous, redhead. I’m often told I’m stunning, single, always looking for new I take that as a compliment. I’ve been a flight attendant since 20; I love my job however, today’s Valentine’s Day, so he decided to stay home with his family.
I notice an intriguing woman on a stool at the bar, her long wavy blonde locks cascading down to her lower back. A thin red thong visible in the gap of bare skin between her top and exposed plumber’s crack. Her stocking tops and red garter clasps are exposed below her short white skirt. Her reflection in the mirror behind the bar looks promising, a profound cleavage, large round, blue eyes, pouty, red lips. I’m thinking she might be a local hooker.
Stacy sets down my wine glass, this time without the leaning, but a sensual lip licking. “Not everything delicious İzmir travesti is listed on the menu.” She hands me a menu. “Dimitri’s not coming tonight, I see another of his overnighters is here also.” She nods towards the blonde on the bar stool.
“So, she’s another of Dimitri’s lovers?” I ask.
“As am I when you flight attendant gals aren’t here.”
“Please, sit, tell me what you know about Dimitri.”
“I was their nanny; Vasiliki would ride her bicycle to the school on nice days he refused. She implored he find a mistress, to fulfill his needs, to share his wonderful libido she insisted she’d divorce him if he didn’t.”
“I became his first lover; it was tremendous sex. Neither of us felt comfortable having sex in the house with Vasiliki, so we’d come here. One evening, while having drinks, Dimitri was beguiled by a blonde stewardess. He went to her room that night, they’ve been hooking up since, that’s her.” Stacey calls out, “Noreen, please join us.”
Noreen turns and struts toward us, she’s spectacular, sultry, seductive, truly a sex goddess. Near 6′, well-tanned, alluring, 36-24-36 figure is my estimate, sensuous, the see through, loosely crocheted top, doesn’t leave anything to the imagination. Her midriff is exposed, a diamond navel piercing. She’s fluid, like a runway model, as she seductively sways towards us.
‘My gawd, a twinge in my loins, my twat just got wet.’
“Noreen, Caroline; first time you’ve both been here at the same time, how about a threesome?”
“Well, do you think you can handle 2 hot stewardesses?”
“Won’t you be relinquished to get each other off if no one volunteers to help. I’m offering;” He paused, “if I can’t give you each an orgasm before I cum, your next time in town will be my treat, a night at the club, dinner, drinks, the works, for 4 people of your choice.”
“That sounds boastful, what if you do satisfy us both?”
“Everybody wins; we all cum, I suspect once I satisfy you both, then you’ll want a repeat performance on your next layover.”
“You seem confident you’re capable of satisfying both of us.”
“Of course, I am.” Dimitri brags.
Well, we were quick İzmir travestileri to accept and hurried to our room. He was phenomenal, gentle, considerate, got us both off orally before he undressed, then serviced us both with his 8″ rod, better than either of us ever expected, both of us having multiples. We never slept that night, when the sun came up, he told us he needed to get home to wake his wife; gave us his number, requesting we hook up whenever we were in town. I did, every 2 weeks we’ve met here.” I gesture Stacey for another round. “What’s your story with him Noreen?”
“After Halloween, 2 years ago, I was drinking here alone, looking to hook up; I was attracted to a couple nearby, unknown then, it was Dimitri and Stacey. I was flirting, exchanging seductive looks, I raised my skirt, so my garter showed. Our eyes met often; I knew there was interest, I flashed them a couple times. He brought his drink, sat at my table I had several more that night. We’ve met every time I’m in town since; I’ve received multiples every time.” She downed her drink, “Damn, just thinking about him has me horny.”
“Me too,” I add and nonchalantly rest my hand on her thigh, as I finish my wine.
“No need to be coy, I’m attracted to you too.” She put her fingers on mine and escorted them to her pussy, as she parted her legs. She tenderly bit my lower lip, her tongue searching for mine. Her fingers went under my blouse to my breast, rolling my hardening nipples. “I’m very Bi, I fervently desire to join you.” We both nod simultaneously, Stacey beams, “Oh thank you, I’m ecstatic.”
Noreen removes my fingers, and gently presents them to my mouth. Her scent is musky, earthy, very pleasant. I lick the slick digits, sampling her delicious secretions, sweet, chicken flavored. “Mmmm, I’m starving.”
“Me too, let’s order.” Noreen chuckles. Kissing the nape of my neck, while tweaking my nipple.
“Have you ever met him at the Ramada?” Stacey asks.
“Yes.” I respond.
“That’s a compliment, he chooses the Ramada when 2 of his women are here on layover. Tonight, one of you would be there, one would be here.”
“Do you know his family story?” Noreen Travesti izmir asks me.
“I didn’t before today, Stacey just told me.”
“One morning I followed him discreetly, he lives a couple blocks from here. I peeked in an open window, watched him lovingly wake Vasiliki by showering her with passionate kisses. Laying with her, he shared, in detail, our night’s passion, she thanked him. He dressed her I felt their love.”
“On my next trip I queried him. He was extremely emotional; he explained she finds comfort and requests he verbally shares, in detail, his liaisons with her. Living vicariously through him; he loves her so much, he does it for her.”
We finish our meal and agree to have one more drink before going upstairs to play.
“So, here we are, 3 astonishing women, all pining to share this day with the same Valentine, a man who, unfortunately, has a greater love for another.”
Stacey comes to the table, “I got the rest of the night off.” She sets down 5 more drinks.
“Stacey, we were about to go upstairs, not intending to stay but my nose, tongue Dimitri has returned to our bed with remnants of your lovemaking but if you’d grant this invalid her wish” Pausing again, peering at us with glazed eyes. “I would be very grateful if you’d each sit on my face, allowing me to enjoy what you share with Dimitri.”
My eyes were glazed over, a lump in my throat, I struggled to speak, but muttered, “I’d love to Vasiliki.” The joy radiated from Vasiliki my intrepidation diminished, and anticipation her tongue twirled my nipple as she greedily sucked my boob, like a child feeding. I distinctly heard her moan, when the elevator doors open, she released me, “Thank you, that was very kind of you Caroline. I quickly undressed, as Dimitri laid Vasiliki on the bed. I was first to lay with her, I caressed her cheek and nibbled her ear. “Caroline, I appreciate the sentiment, but there’s no arousal in this body. Kissing is stimulating, and I appreciate that.” She turned to look in my eyes, “I want to savor your pussy, to cache your scent I am very grateful. That was terrific; if you’d prop me up against the headboard, or in a chair; I’d love to watch you all fornicate.”
“That would be our pleasure.” I commented, tears forming; then I realized how profound those words were for everyone. For the past couple years,
‘Our pleasure was her pleasure.’
Now, our future pleasure, will remind her of this memory of pleasure.
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