We lay on the bed, our limbs tangled together, naked from the previous encounter. I realised I was so preoccupied with you, with us, with lust I had not even looked around at the hotel room we are in.

Our room is on the 7th floor, it is a spacious, well-designed corner room with a super king-sized bed, a living area with a sofa, chair and table with double aspect floor to ceiling windows. I am pleased to see the bathroom is also spacious, with a large walk-in shower. Delicious thoughts cross my mind of what you and I could get up to together in that shower, and I plan to make them happen soon.

Sexually sated for now, we take a quick shower together to freshen up and wash the scent of sex off our skin. We decide to go down to the hotel bar for a nightcap. I start to get dressed back into my work clothes from earlier on, a plain white blouse and a knee-length black pencil skirt. You put on your tan chinos and blue shirt. I cannot find my knickers then remember that you confiscated them during the taxi journey here earlier on, so ask for them back. You tell me that while I am in your company this evening, I will not be wearing any underwear. And then, as you think about it you tell me to take my bra off too. I protest as while my white blouse is not see-through or flimsy, it is transparent enough that my big pink nipples will be visible through the material.

You tell me that if I am obedient, I will be rewarded later. Filthy thoughts of what my reward could be cross my mind, so I comply and get dressed to go to the bar without any underwear. You smile as you tell me how much you will enjoy going for a drink with me while I have nothing on underneath.

My heart is pounding as we exit the hotel room and walk down the corridor to the lift. I can feel my full C cup breasts sway as I walk, rubbing gently against the material of my shirt. You whisper in my ear how beautiful I am, how much you want me, how you will make me come again tonight.

We get into the lift and my mind flashes back to when we were first going up to our room. When you slid your hand up my skirt and touched my naked pussy. My nipples harden as I remember the feel of your thumb circling my clit and how your two fingers felt inside me. You notice my breath quicken, my skin becoming flushed, and your gaze focuses on my now hard nipples, the pink shadows against the white shirt, clearly poking out. You are amused at the level of my arousal, as you haven’t even touched me yet. That familiar wicked smile crosses your face again and you ask me if I’m ready for another round of sex. My mouth goes dry as I nod back at you, thinking about the previous 2 rounds. I can’t wait to find out what round 3 will entail.

We exit the lift, and I pause, hesitating at the thought of random strangers being able to tell I am not wearing a bra, that they will see the curve of my breasts and my obviously erect nipples under the shirt. I continue to walk with nervous anticipation, thinking I am not sure I can go through with this. What if someone gets offended and we are told to leave the hotel? You tell me that it’s too late to stop now, that I am going to put on a show for the hotel staff and guests.

We start walking across the large, brightly lit lobby towards the bar; there are a few other guests around, but to my relief, it is not too busy at this time of night. Even though the lobby is not very busy, I start to feel self-conscious as we walk through together. I fold my arms across in front of my body, attempting to control my swaying breasts and cover my visibly stiff nipples. You notice my actions immediately, so pull my elbow nearest you downwards and take my hand in yours. I stop to look at yo,u and you return my gaze, gently shaking your head. Without a word I let my other arm drop loosely to my sid,e and we continue our journey across the lobby.

I notice the concierge assistant at his desk watching me and feel myself start to get wet. He knows but doesn’t care that I have caught him staring at my breasts as they bounce slightly with each step as we continue walking to the bar. I try to look away but can see from the corner of my eye he continues to watch, by now we are so close to his desk that he will clearly be able to see my hard nipples straining against the taut shirt, the dark shadows underneath contrasting against the white material.

After what feels like forever, we finish crossing the lobby and arrive at a large room. The double doors open, revealing an oval shaped bar at the centre of the sizeable area, with chairs surrounding it. There is a restaurant space located to the left of the bar, and to the right there is a grand piano with a few tables and chairs nearby. Further back on the right-hand side there is a raised platform area with high tables and chairs, which look out over the piano area to give the best view across the room.

You pause, considering the seating options carefully. Since we had dinner earlier this evening, you chose to stay on the right side of the bar. You are still holding my hand as you guide us towards the raised area at the back of the room.

We make our way up the short, curved staircase to the platform area. There is only one other table currently occupied towards the back. A man is sat slumped in a comfy armchair, casually dressed in jeans and a white tee shir,t who looks to be in his 40s. He is so immersed in his phone, I don’t think he registers our arrival.

You decide we should sit at one of the tables near the front, on high yet comfortable chairs. You pull the chair out for me to sit on, turning it at an angle so that it faces the edge of the room and the staircase. I realise what you are doing; by sitting at that angle, anyone walking up that staircase will have a perfect view of between my legs. I climb up on to the high chair and my tight pencil skirt rises up my leg to mid-thigh; I start to pull it down, but you tell me to leave it where it is. Even with my legs closed the skirt will expose me enough for the viewer to see I have nothing on underneath it. You take a seat next to me and gently run your fingers up and down the length of my back, feeling the ripples of excitement course through me.

It's table service, so all we must do now is wait.

After a few minutes, a waitress starts to make her way up the stairs towards our table to take our order. She is pale skinned, with long blonde hair, tied back into a practical ponytail for work; she is a few years younger than we are, mid to late 20s I guess. We watch with amusement when her eyes reach me, widening with surprise as she sees the glimpse of nakedness under my skirt, she looks up further and now sees my stiff nipples poking at my white shirt. The waitress attempts to remain expressionless, but her mouth breaks into a smirk as she realises the game we are playing. Still smirking as she reaches our table, the waitress drags her eyes away from me and asks you what drinks you’d like to order. I glance at you, and you seem very pleased with the situation you have created. Smiling confidently, and without asking me what I would like, you order for us two large glasses of Sauvignon Blanc. You thank the waitress, and she looks towards me, making deliberate eye contact then briefly looking down at my nipples before looking back up and smiling broadly as she replies, ‘my pleasure’. She leaves us to place the order for our drinks.

You lean over and kiss me slowly and softly, while tenderly holding my head in your hands. You enjoy showing me off to other people and I can see you are now aroused. As we continue to kiss your hands slide downwards, grasping around my neck for a fleeting moment before you let go and they continue their journey south. Your fingertips gently rub my firm nipples through the material of the shirt, the feeling courses through my body and the sensation of tingling reaches my pussy as it responds.

My body is now awake to the stimulation; I am hungry for more of it and no longer care where we are or who can see us. I turn fully towards you, open my legs and pull your hands down from my breasts as I want you to touch my clit. Your hands are on my knees moving upwards and taking my skirt with them. With your hands now firmly on my thighs you take a lingering look at my hair-free, open pussy, the lips are swollen and glistening with the juices flowing out of me and you lick your lips like a starving man about to eat steak. I am panting with desire now and it takes all my willpower not to unzip your chinos, climb on to your very hard cock and fuck you on that chair there and then.

Before you can touch me, there is a sudden noise behind me, you swivel my chair around while my legs are still open, and we see the waitress returning holding a tray out with our drinks. I look at her staring at me, uncovered, open, wet. I can see the desire written all over her face. The skin on her neck is flushe,d and she stands very close to me as she leans over to serve our drinks.

I look at her pale hands with their perfect red nail polish manicure as she unhurriedly and delicately places 2 coasters on the table, followed by our wine. Still leaning over, I feel her hot breath on my neck as she whispers what a lovely pussy I have, and how she’d like to do more than just look at it. Our eyes meet and I nod ever so slightly. She places the empty tray on the table, reaches down and gently but confidently strokes my inner thigh. With an expert touch, her fingers move all the way up to my opening and start caressing my lips and clit. Slowly and carefully at first, she watches my pussy closely to see how my body responds to her touch. Now the pace starts to quicken, and I feel the firmness of her fingers rubbing me. I hear you moan with desire at the sight of another woman giving me sexual pleasure, especially in public.  You tell me to get ready to come as round 3 is now in progress.

I lean back and close my eyes; carnality has taken over my body. You reach from behind to cup my breasts and stimulate my nipples as I move my hips to her rhythmic strokes.  I feel the pressure of the climax building up inside, the sensation of both of you touching me at the same time is almost overwhelming. One moment I try to concentrate on the sensation of her touching my clit, the next I feel your fingers pinch my nipples.

I cannot help but moan with pleasure as the stimulation takes over. I open my eyes as I am about to come and see the man who was previously immersed in his phone sat staring at the 3 of us. He has unzipped his jeans and is playing with his erect cock as he watches. The sight of him being hard, masturbating, while he watches you and the waitress caressing me is too much and finally, I come. The waitress cups her hand over my quivering pussy, and you hold me tight as the waves rush through me, gasping and panting with the intensity.

It is clearly too much for the stranger to take; our eyes connect, and he looks at me intensely, still in a breathless mess from coming. His hand moves faster until I see the jets of thick white come shoot out of his cock. I almost come a second time from knowing that I did this to him.

Gradually, I regain my senses as the waitress steps back, a triumphant smile on her face. The waitress tells us her name is Heidi and that she hopes we enjoy our drinks. I don’t want this evening to end, so unexpectedly I blurt out that our room number is 724 and invite her to join us once she finishes her shift. Heidi thanks me for the offer and lets us know her shift finishes at 11:30 and she would be delighted to join us afterwards. Heidi blows us a kiss as she leaves to continue serving other customers. We laugh together, if only the other customers knew what great service Heidi can give!

I am still flustered so you help me adjust my clothes back to some form of decency. Relaxing now, I take a sip of the chilled wine, it feels like a cool and delicious relief from the intense heat inside my body. You are distracted and still rock hard, and I can see you need some relief, so I suggest taking our drinks back to our room. You agree eagerly, and we take our drinks with us as we leave the bar.

Before we can cross the lobby, you turn to face me, with the wine glass in your hand which is covered in condensation. You command me to put on one last show, I agree not realising what it is that you have in mind. I gasp in shock and pleasure as you press the col,d wet glass on to my breasts. The moisture from the glass makes my shirt damp, see-through, and it sticks to my nipples. You tell me that now I am ready to walk through the lobby.

I am nervous and tense as we start to traverse the lobby again; there is no mistaking my braless, swaying breasts clearly moulded by the material of the wet white shirt. To my relief, the concierge assistant is no longer at his desk. You hold my hand tightly as we pass another couple, both staring directly at the sight of my pink nipples visibly showing through the see-through material. I am so turned on by this that more juices flow from me, joining my come from a few minutes ago. I feel the slickness slide down my inner thighs as I walk.

Finally, we reach the lift and as we get in, you kiss me again and tell me to get ready for round 4…