Bedroom Closet

None of the sto­ries are com­plete.  But if I wait, I’ll never put them down.  So accept these.  Swirling thoughts and images.  The thoughts that run through my mind as my hands roam and fin­gers linger.

Slip­ping her shirt up over her head we gig­gle, think­ing of the one too many mar­gar­i­tas at the restau­rant down the road before our shop­ping trip.  A few drinks and shop­ping, all we had planned on, but as the drinks swirled and our laugh­ter height­ened the glances started to linger, and we were both won­der “when”.  We slink into the dress­ing room, design­ers in hand, much more than we intend to spend, and laugh like girls about our shop­ping adven­tures.  Both of us now in bras and panties I scold her.  You can’t wear a bra with that dress as she begins to slide into it.  Slowly I slip the straps down and un-hook the clasp, slid­ing my hands beneath it to slip off the shell of satin and lace.  Her head leans back as I brush against her nip­ples and I lean in to kiss her, think­ing all the while, she knew she couldn’t wear a bra with that…but I’m glad she played it that way…

Their hotel room was fan­tas­tic, beau­ti­ful light, soft fab­rics, per­fect in every way.  “You Must see the bath­room” she says, pulling me through the suite, leav­ing the boys laugh­ing and pour­ing drinks in the main room.  Amaz­ing.  Huge stone shower that could eas­ily fit four.  Shower heads lined the side, glass doors encas­ing the whole area.  “Wow” is all I can say, some of that was directed at the shower.  The rest was in response to her slip­ping out of her jeans and begin­ning to unbut­ton my shirt.  Within moments the room was filled with steam and we were close, her hands explor­ing me, and mine her.  Wet kisses and slip­pery bod­ies we almost didn’t notice the door open until a sil­hou­ette of two tall men appeared and a voice said “Ladies, you started with­out us.”

We didn’t expect to be out of the ordi­nary when we arrived, but even though it was a night set up for such things we received a few glances.  The music pounded as we made our way through the club, tak­ing in the sights, adjust­ing to the pub­lic nature of our adven­ture.  They had been in more pub­lic are­nas before, but it was dif­fer­ent for us.  They looked amaz­ing.  Him dressed to the nines, fan­tas­tic suit, great shoes, the per­fect pres­ence.  She look­ing both sub­dued and allur­ing, corseted and col­lared, amaz­ing leather boots to match the leash that he held.  We weren’t dis­sim­i­lar in many ways.  I was also corseted, except in a longer skirt and taller boots.  Simon was also in a suit, a rare thing in itself, but it was a unique night, and he would be out of much of it shortly.  We even had sim­i­lar col­lars and leashes, the main dif­fer­ence being I held Simons, and his col­lar was almost hid­den beneath his tie…

There are other thoughts, more details, more images.  But for now this will have to be a start.  We’ve made new friends, and I hope to get to know them further…

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