"Clare" - Chapter 8:- Dating Karen - “A Tent with a View" - Sex Stories

"Clare" - Chapter 8:- Dating Karen - “A Tent with a View"

... before.

Brenda and Krystal had been official for only six months as she had to return to Atlanta in the USA to run the family-owned hotel. Then, years later, Brenda phoned and asked if I would be interested in part owning and running a hotel here in the UK.

“Yes,” I said. “It took another year, but then, Brenda and I went into the hotel business. She had purchased this place. The nice thing is Brenda gave me a chance to acquire a twenty-five percent share in the business, with the bonus of her team looking after all the essential things, like the accounts.”

I briefly thought of William and Sandra, Brenda’s accountants.

“Clare, I just do the front-end work. It is the bit that I love. Do you know Brenda looks after all of her ex-girlfriends?”

I didn’t know, but I nodded.

“Did you know Brenda loves Art Deco buildings?”

I told Krystal that I didn’t, and then I thought of the rather bland block she lived in. The mini car she normally drove, and the fact she preferred not getting involved in any of her businesses. She had people for that.

“This used to be the Sea View Garage, but selling cars seemed to be unviable without modernising the building. That was something they couldn’t do as the garage was listed due to its Art Deco exterior. Brenda heard about it and bought the premises with the proviso that she could turn it into an Art Deco hotel.”

“You must come to the grand opening in October. As you might have guessed, it is not quite finished yet.” ...

... Krystal laughed, “Now I think about it, you are our first guests.”

We both said we would like that, though as I spoke, I realised I would be going with Brenda and not Karen or David.

Our meal was excellent, romantic…and giggly. But what surprised me was that I completely forgot about my breasts being on show. The only thing covering them was a thin black mesh of transparent material. It was similar to having a fake cock between my legs; what felt strange had become the norm.

With Krystal fussing all over us, we enjoyed each other’s company as we watched the sun disappearing beyond the horizon, the sky briefly a technicolour coat of colours.

We moved to the Bedouin sofa and drank a strong Turkish coffee, the last of the champagne gone. Apart from having my breasts permanently on display, there had been nothing sexual going on. But now alone, and the champagne working its magic, I moved my hand to Karen’s knee.

“We're still only on our second date,” she pointed out as she turned and kissed me.

Her hand unexpectedly moved between my legs, where she squeezed my piece. “I could get used to you wearing this,” she teased.

“Don’t forget you promised I could do anything I liked to you tonight short of fucking you,” I reminded Karen.

That brought another alcohol-fuelled giggle. I moved my hand between her legs and told her to open them. I was driving the conversation. Brenda would be proud of me.

Karen looked at me and complied, my fingers sliding into her dark ...