This place was thick with ambiance, dark wood, dim lighting, felt like it had been here a hundred years. The bar was more dimly lit, than the restaurant had been, another quiet place. Given the hotel was full of business travelers, strange, but welcomed. Being in a room with 400 people all day, I craved less overwhelming interactions, smaller, more intimate groups.
Watching her walk in was nothing short of breathtaking. My jaw dropped yet again today. Michele’s blonde hair framed her face, hanging down to just below her shoulders. She wore a sleeveless blue and black skin tight dress, accentuating her beautiful curves. Her swollen breasts bouncing as she walked on top of her round, pregnant belly. The dress was so stretched, it was shorter than it had been last time I saw her in it a couple months ago. It now ended a little higher than mid-thigh, showing off her long legs that poured into strappy black 4 inch heels. I didn’t see a hint of a bra strap or panty line, imagining her naked under this thin, skin tight fabric made me throb immediately, raising my need for her. I was absolutely obsessed with this beautiful woman walking towards me, beaming with bright eyes and a smile threatening to light up this dark bar.
I wanted to wrap my arms around her and kiss her passionately right there. I wanted to clutch her tight ass and let our tongues explore each other and pull her close, letting her know how hard she was making me. But, we still had to keep up professional appearances. It was nice to see the same desire in her eyes as she sat down next to me at the bar, where a tall glass of ice water already awaited her arrival.
We talked for a while, it was always easy for us to do that. Michele opened up about how things were at home, so did I. The last few months had been harder in many respects, but better in others since our first time together. It was like we were able to appreciate our spouses for who they were, not despise them for who they weren’t. Those other needs we so desperately craved at times, had found a trusted partner to satisfy those with in each other. But as the weeks had rolled on, both of us, wondered if we’d ever see each other again. This week had confirmed that we would, and confirmed that the passion and desire both of us held for each other had not flickered out, if anything, it burned stronger than before.
Checking my watch, we needed to go, it was nearly 7:30. Thankfully Cassie’s building wasn’t far. Without thinking, I extended the crook of my arm, and Michele happily took it, smiling wide, as we headed for the valet stand.
Moments later we’d driven quickly to Cassie’s place, and now nervous anticipation filled both of us as we stood in the lobby, awaiting Valerie’s arrival. We’d decided to meet here to give us the opportunity to leave separately if necessary. We stood close, talking just over a whisper, my hand resting on the small of Michele’s back. We still were unsure what tonight would bring.
The door to the parking garage swung open and I think both Michele and I caught our breath. Valerie strutted into the lobby, she wore tall, black, 5 inch heels. Her strong legs accentuated by a very short dress. Bright red, it stretched down only to her uppermost thighs, tight through the hips over her small waist and flaring out again as her large breasts sat high on her chest, stretched the material. Her dark hair, pulled up on the sides into a clip on top of her head and hung down the middle of her back behind her. Having seen her looking attractive but more professional than sexy over the past two days, tonight, she dripped with sexuality. She smiled wide as she approached us.
“You two look fantastic!” She said enthusiastically as she eye balled both of us, but paid special attention to Michele’s body stuffed into her tight dress. Her eyes poured over Michele as mine had earlier.
“You look stunning yourself,” I replied, my eyes roaming her curves on full display.
Valerie turned and now looked me over slowly, “I like what I see Scott, Michele is a very lucky girl.”
The three of us turned and headed for the elevator to the penthouse. All three of us visibly excited for what tonight might bring.
The elevator doors opened to a short hallway, and those double doors swung open, Cassie stood, ushering us in. Another sight to behold.
Cassie’s hair was long and pulled back into a neat ponytail high on the back of her head. She wore a black babydoll styled dress that made her breasts nearly spill out of the top. They jiggled with every small movement, making it impossible to keep eye contact with her. The dress was short and ended mid way to her knees. Her powerful thighs and calves flexed as walked, not clearly defined like Valerie’s but bulkier, heavy with muscles that spent years working on a ranch. Cowboy boots completed her sexy look. A smiled beamed from her as we walked through the door.
“So glad you made it!” Her Texas twang shone through, she looked like she was a couple drinks into being more relaxed. The entry to her place was grand with high ceilings and beautiful finishes. She showed all of us into her dining room, seating for ten and floor to ceiling windows that looked out over Lake Michigan. ‘A million dollar view’ I thought to myself, both Michele and Valerie peering out the windows. I must have looked at Cassie with the wrong expression.
“I know what you’re thinking, service wages and this place?” She smiled as she spoke.
“No I didn’t-”
“It’s okay babe, my daddy’s cattle and oil money paid for this place years ago. He bought the whole top floor, and the pool above and turned it into a penthouse for our family. When I couldn’t find the excitement on the ranch I was looking for, I moved here to this place,” she explained.
“Cassie, I didn’t mean to-” I started again to apologize.
“You stop that, everyone wonders.” She stated flatly. “Now, let me explain something, remember my directions said ‘open mind’? Well, I invited you because I saw you all over each other in my restaurant the other night and thought you might enjoy this. It’s why I work at the restaurant, it gives me a chance to meet people, and invite them here for a good time. All the people upstairs by the pool, are in town staying at the JW right now, and before you ask, no, none of them are guests for the conference, I checked. One other couple lives in my building, they’ve been here before, and my boyfriend Colt, and me.”
That Texas twang was so thick on certain syllables. We both listened carefully.
“Things are gonna get a little rowdy up there,” she smirked, “and if it’s not for you, you’re welcome to go anytime, but if you want to stay, you have to follow my 3 rules.”
Valerie spoke up, “rowdy?” She questioned.
“Yes baby, I mean real rowdy.” Cassie chuckling as she answered.
Michele, Valerie, and I glanced at each other, and back at Cassie. We knew what she meant.
“Now, those 3 rules are: Number 1: Cell phones/cameras stay here on the table with your keys. Number 2: If someone asks you to do something and you don’t want to, you say ‘no thank you’, and you respect others answers to you. Number 3: By all means…don’t hold back, relax and enjoy yourselves!”