Amy had left me stunned. I had left myself half dressed! As quickly as I regained my wits I ran to my pants and threw them on. Racing to the stairs, I ran down them two at a time, across the lobby, and out the front door. I retraced the path to the Wildwood hoping to catch up to her and convince her to come back to my room, or at least get her number, but by the time I reached the bar, it was closed.
My disappointment was palatable, and soon the cold, damp air of Seattle took away my adrenaline-filled rush. My bare feet on the wet pavement turned back to the hotel. I didn’t want to go back, I wanted to find Amy! Reality had set in, and I knew that all there was to do was return to the confines of my room and sleep. I would decide what I would do in the morning.
I took off my clothes and fell into bed. The events of the night ran through my head like visions from a dream. Amy in her beautiful wine-colored lingerie. Amy’s crimson lips pleasuring my cock. Amy’s smooth cock inches from my face. The taste of Amy’s cum filling my mouth.
Sleep eventually won. My thoughts coalesced into dreams of two beautiful women passionately entwined, kneeling on the bed in front of me. Me, frozen in the armchair in the room. Unable to move, I could only watch the tryst unfold in front of me. Mia in a black lace teddy I had only seen in pictures. Amy in the wine-colored silk and lace bra and panty set I had seen her in tonight. Each lovely, each so different.
Mia was tall, almost six feet, Amy so small at just over five feet in height. Kneeling on the bed, Mia still had to bend down when she kissed Amy. Amy was bent into a C as the relative Amazon pulled her into a tight embrace. She looked at home as she accepted the demanding kiss of the larger woman, their breasts pressed against each other.
Amy’s breasts, tiny and vibrant, were dwarfed by the full, round breasts of her lover. Their movements within the embrace made their lace-covered nipples slide across each other adding to the erotic scene; adding to the way the nipples protruded. I could only watch as Mia’s large cock pressed into Amy’s belly just above her modest but hard four inches.
They broke their kiss to turn towards me. With something between a smile and a smirk, they each crooked a finger to beckon me to join them. I tried to move but found myself tied to a hard, wooden chair as the dream changed.
With sad little pouts, the two girls returned to their kissing, their now bare bodies pressed together. Mia lifted the pixie up and lowered her onto her now massive cock. It would surely split poor Amy in two! How could it possibly slide right in the way it did!
Amy wrapped her legs around Mia’s waist while Mia worked her up and down. Trapped, and now gagged, I was helpless. I couldn’t stop the ruining of Amy. I couldn’t stop my loss of Mia. I couldn’t join in the bacchanalian delights unfolding before me!
Mia laid Amy back as the climax of the scene came. Amy’s belly swelled with the volume of cock and cum filling her. She tilted her head back in a silent scream of orgasmic pleasure as what could only be the combined loads of both girls shot from her shaft, arching through the air in massive spurts that coated Mia’s chest first, then Amy’s, and finished by landing on me. The scorching heat of each drop melting into my soul.
The warmth of the sun coming through a crack in the curtains awoke me as the dawn’s sun broke the enchantment of the dream. The wetness on my body was only sweat caused by the warmth of the sun or the straining against imaginary bonds. I suppose it doesn’t matter. My hard cock had that ache that one gets from being too hard for too long. No wet dream to relieve the pressure. I would need to take care of it myself, but there was no lack of sultry thoughts to jerk off to!
Although the orgasm was greatly needed, it didn’t really satisfy the real need that I was facing. I was infatuated with two different people and had no way to contact either. I had two questions on my mind. The first was, what to do next. The second was, why I was so jealous of both? It was just a dream after all. Any actions they took in a dream of mine were my own doing. And yet the anger I felt when Mia entered Amy was palatable, visceral. I had been with Amy! I had no claim on her, and yet it seemed like the connection we had made was deeper than a one-night stand, or so it felt anyway.
The jealousy I felt towards Amy was different, though again unwarranted. Mia was mine to find and to make my own. It felt like she had betrayed me. It seemed that she had chosen to punish me by taking away the object of my desire. As irrational as it was, I decided that Amy’s betrayal was the real betrayal. I would honor her parting slap and make no effort to pursue her.
So, my course of action would be that course that I came to Seattle with. Each evening I would go to the Wildwood and look for Mia. Now the prospect of success seemed dim indeed. Each evening I would go to the bar at 9:00 and stay until midnight. I would show Mia’s picture to the bartender and servers each night in the vain hope of their recognition of my dream girl. If by chance I saw Amy, I would ignore her, as I knew she would ignore me. I would come back to the room alone and lonely. I would not risk another entanglement.
This monotonous pattern set in that very day. That day I went to the space needle and looked out over the city that would be my home for the next two weeks. The day had started overcast and gloomy but had become quite warm and sunny. A small ray of optimism was growing inside me, and I began to look forward to my quest again. I spent several hours wandering the park and surrounding areas. The warmth of the sun soaked into my bones to chase the chills from last night away.
In the late afternoon, I made my way back to the hotel and I ordered a light dinner from room service. Twenty minutes later a knock on the door announced its arrival. The chicken sandwich and bag of chips were filling, though not a culinary delight. I would have to make it a habit of getting dinner out before getting ready for the evening quest. I took a hot shower, put on clean clothes, and headed out to the Wildwood.
Entering the club, I went to the bar with my picture of Mia in hand. The bartender did not show any signs of recognizing her. It had dawned on me that I might not get a truthful answer from the staff, but I thought I might catch a glimpse of recognition in their eyes. Maybe customers would be a better bet. I ordered a beer and went to a small table with a good view of the bar to start my surveillance.
Whenever my beer was empty a waitress would bring me another. The waitress would politely claim no recognition of Mia and leave the beer. If a customer came to the table, I would invite them to sit with me for a while. Some came looking for companionship for the night. Some came looking for someone to talk to for a short time. Some came just to get off their feet for a while. Whatever the reason they came I would make sure they had a drink in their hand, a friend to listen to them, and a glance at Mia’s picture.
It felt like they were sincere in their denials of recognition. Those who came looking for companionship for the night would thank me for the drink and leave for greener pastures. Those who only wished for companionship would stay until the conversation waned and leave to find someone more interesting. Those who just needed a rest would go back to the dance floor. Around 12:30 a.m. I left the bar, no wiser, no happier, and alone.