Imagine I've gotten us a hotel in the city for a Friday night. We arrive early and put on our going-out-for-the-evening clothes. But instead of heading out, we just go down to the hotel bar and have a drink. I'm extra smiley and animated and keep scanning the room as we talk. I rub my hand on your knee under the table. You have no idea what is going to happen tonight. Neither do I, exactly, but I've been planning it for weeks and now it is about to start and I'm so excited. I'm such a good kitty having arranged a game for us and you have no clue what's in store. I'm looking forward to savoring what's going to happen for a long time.

Then I see her come in. There's an open seat at the other end of the bar, by the doors near the elevators. She sits and orders a cocktail. Looks at us an smiles, then faces forward, thanks the bartender, and drinks her drink. You didn't even notice her. This will be so much fun.

When I'm sure she's done with her drink, I tell you that we could either go out or could just skip it and go straight up to the room early, that I'd make it worth your while. I sell it with a wink, but I know I didn't really have to.

I make eye contact with her as we get up. She gets up also. We wait for then enter the same elevator. You hit our button and ask her what floor she's going to. She says "the same."

You don't seem to realize that something's afoot until the last moment, when she stands right behind us at our door, behind me. You open the door and we both follow you inside. I take her hand.

I'm giddy with what you don't know. That I had made a profile on Feeld, looking for candidates for tonight. That I chatted with a few women, then decided to meet one for a quick after-work drink to feel out appropriateness. She was perfectly delicious -- attractive but adult and not attention seeking, quick to laugh and seemingly excited to have a fun, sexy NSA evening. She asked for all sorts of details about you. It gave me thrills then and there describing what sort of person and lover you were and to have her interested but safe and completely my decision to invite.

We all three entered the room, and I take her hand. As planned, we put our hands on each other's hips, then kiss for the first time. It was exciting feeling you watch us.

We go to the bathroom and start to undress each other. You stand there with that dumbfounded look on your face. Priceless.

I tell you to come in and sit on the countertop. The shower doesn't have a curtain -- instead it has a fixed glass wall, then a walk in. All tile. We finish undressing each other right in front of you. I let my hands linger on her, and she does the same on me. It feels good. I'm enjoying this for more reasons than I expected.

The shower was flowing hot and steamy. We step in hand in hand. You stay sitting on the countertop, watching, knees spread apart. Not knowing what to do, but intent on not ruining the quickly developing scene.

We let the water cascade over our hair. We kiss. We let our hands roam over each other. We do the cliché and soap up each other's breasts, asses -- is a show for you, after all!

After I'm good and clean, I step out. While undressing you, I whisper to you that I left you some spots to clean, and that its your turn with her now. That it,s all good and she's expecting you.

You go in, at first a bit timidly, but she grabs your ass and pulls you in close. Then I start to see the you I know. You kiss her. First softly, but she kisses you back with the energy of having known this was coming for weeks. Then you respond in kind. You move your hands, one from her hips down to the meat of her ass, and the other to cup her breast. I watch her soap your hard cock. She lingers with her hands there, soaping your cock good and well. The glass is fogging up and I ask you to rub a spot for me to see and you oblige but it fogs back up too quickly and I don't want to miss a single thing, so I say, "It's time to move to the bed"

You take our guest's hand and lead her to the bed. She lays down on her back; she seems to know she'll be the feast tonight.

And she was!