Hotel People

Tommy was her sugar daddy and along with her girlfriend, the three met us at the door.  She kept asking him if it was ok to touch my breasts as her fingers glided across the bare part that was showing.  "I say who, I say when, I say how much," (quote from Pretty Woman) was all I could think about as I wondered why she wasn't asking my permission about my own body.  "This is not like the usual parties we have," she judged wearing a full smile.  We ran into her about every third time around.  As usual, I was one of the most dressed women there.

Everyone congregated in the kitchen.  Food and drink bring people together and by the way the ladies were kissing and touching each other, the hors'devours must have been excellent! The stripper pole was empty and the dj played reggeton while some low pointed lights swirled about the room. 

From room to low lighted room there was action.  More stunt fucking than sensuality.  The crowd was festive and diverse.  The small American Indian man, with beautiful long, black hair inserted his extra large penis in any mouth or hand he could.  He complemented everyone and was never rejected.  The tall, lanky blonde with the smoker's voice proudly displayed her tanned A cups through the cut outs in the top of her rather short, black dress.  She was seen later taking it very hard while riding on top of an also very skinny man.

The house was in a suburban neighborhood but I imagine it is only used for events like this.  The furniture was sparse and the sheets were most likely disposable.  We watched them all, the lady with her vibrator, the clusters of "odd couples".  Everyone was amused and amusing.  The pretty girl never came out of her dress and was a bit stand-offish.  "Was she made to be there, a worker?" we commented.  A few looked like pros.

The closet was my favorite spot, but then again, isn't that the perfect place for all my dark thoughts!  I was looking for the lock on the door when HE told me it was actually being used for the partygoers' items.  "Oh," I replied disappointed.

We bumped into Tommy and his girlfriends when he told us that we were the "hotel people".  He said that there are many swingers.  They "come and go" he said.  They have problems and "ooopsies" but the hotel people, they are rare.  They come in to watch, observe, whet their appetites.  "You are the aphrodisiacs to the swingers," he said.   He went on to say that we never get into any tough situations, that we are the ones that "last".  Then we go home to fuck each other, the ones we really want to fuck.

So, the hotel people left the party at the crack of dawn and made sweet love to each other until the sun came up.