Pre-Marital Engagement - Sex Stories

Pre-Marital Engagement

I am sitting in the Hotel bar, late in the evening, but still dressed in my smartest business suit. I have finally completed days of business meetings in London, and this is my first chance to relax, but it feels too late in the day to change into casual clothes now. I think I will change in the morning, before heading home to relax completely.

In the corner of my eye, I notice two young women enter the bar. It only takes a passing glance to see that they are both very attractive and shapely, but they seem engrossed in each other's company.

Their American accents drift across to my ear, and I think they both sound quite lively and animated in their conversation; perhaps they are still living US hours? I haven't seen them here before, so they must be fairly new arrivals- they behave like residents rather than casual drinkers.

The bar is very quiet, so I focus on wrapping up my business commitments, by sending the final few emails necessary to conclude all outstanding details. That is soon done, and work disappears into the ether, via the Hotel Wi-Fi. Now I can begin to relax properly.

I glance around again, and catch the eye of one of the young Americans- the redhead- who I think had been studying me, but she now looks away quickly. Her companion, a dark brunette, is engrossed in a video-conversation on her mobile, but then stands and drifts away through the door, still talking online. They both seem a little agitated and unsettled- there is an air of anxiety ...

... hovering over them, like a cloud.

I turn back to the bar to order another drink, but suddenly, the redhead is standing beside me, also leaning against the bar. I smile at her, and she flashes beautiful green eyes at me, as she returns the smile. I get the impression that she would be open to conversation, so I tell her that I have heard her accent, and wonder where she is from.

She tells me that she and her friend had arrived this morning, from New York, but are leaving again tomorrow night. I am surprised by the brevity of their visit, but she says, “Oh, it's a long story!”

I say that I have all evening, if she has, and offer to buy her a drink. As soon as I do, I feel a hot breath on my neck, as her companion says, in a very husky voice from behind me, “If you give her one, you have to give me one too!”

I am startled, but turn to find the brunette standing behind me now, and pressed quite close against me; much closer than one would expect a stranger to stand.

Of course, I order drinks for us all, and they invite me to sit with them to hear their tale. We all introduce ourselves.

The redhead is called Sue. She has curls down to her shoulders, and I've already noted her green eyes and attractive smile; she wears a short, body-hugging green dress and has bright green fingernails. She has smallish, but very pert breasts, and I imagine that I can already see firm, hard nipples pressing against the sheer cloth of her dress. With the extra clue of a slight edge to ...