Julia's Second Collection

by Bridy McAvoy

  She shivered, still reeling from the aftereffects of her massive orgasm, brought on by her own fantasy. After taking a couple of minutes to bring her breathing under control, she slowly pushed herself to a sitting position, then slid forward and put her feet on the floor. She almost fell as she tried to stand up, having forgotten she only had one high heel on. Once she lost it, she looked at herself in the mirror and then the mess she’d made of the bed. Certainly, the dress would need a damn good clean before it could be worn again. The back of it was soaked. Her juices were still running down her leg too.

  Julia sighed. She didn’t think she’d cum that hard on her own fingers for a long time, but she knew what she needed now—a shower and then bed.

  * * * *

  She’d followed Max’s advice this morning, got up early and gone for breakfast as soon as it was served.

  Stopping for coffee at Starbucks on the way in, she ordered their largest double shot, and grabbed a couple of muffins for lunchtime, making the assumption the buffet would be no better than the day before.

  Matt followed her into the conference room they were using as a classroom about five minutes later, the two local guys another five behind him. She noticed all of them had done something similar in terms of coffee. They smiled and said good morning, and a couple of minutes later the final three students arrived. They took their seats at the back with nods and winks all round. Hannah joined them a minute or so later. To Julia’s eyes, she looked a little worn, and seemed to be walking with a bit of extra care. When she sat at her desk, a quick wince passed over her face and Julia heard the slap of flesh behind her as two of the others—she could guess who—high-fived each other. Hannah looked up in annoyance and then, taking a deep breath, started the topic for the day.

  Matt caught up with Julia at lunchtime.

  “I see the buffet’s no better.”

  He chuckled then brought his mouth closer to her ear. “I assume you supplemented it from Starbucks?”

  “Of course. Did you?”

  “Yeah, but don’t let on, or they’ll all be wanting a bit, just like they wanted, and got last night.”

  “Got?”

  He laughed this time. “Sure. Didn’t you see the way Hannah was walking earlier?”

  “Yeah, I noticed. I thought she looked a bit exhausted too.”

  “I bet she did. According to the three of them over breakfast, our Hannah was a naughty girl last night.”

  “How naughty?”

  “Very naughty. She took their invitation to go skinny-dipping in the hotel pool at about midnight, and once they’d got her warmed up, they nicked her clothes, and then escorted her through the foyer, past the night porter in just a towel. Once they were in the lift, they even took the towel off her and let her walk to Bart’s room stark naked. They eventually turned her out, sans underwear, at about four this morning.”

  “Fuck!”

  “Oh yeah. They all did—once in the pool and at least twice each in the bedroom afterward. Apparently, they made her airtight. Which is why she’s walking a bit gingerly this morning.”

  “Airtight?” She shuddered. Julia knew what it meant, but she didn’t go for butt play at all, so didn’t even want to think about how that might feel. “Poor kid.”

  “Nah, she was loving it. Begging for more and asking for room numbers for you and me so she could continue.”

  “I don’t swing like that. No ass-play, either.”

  “But you do swing?”

  “I didn’t say that either. Stop trying to twist what I say. In any case, you’re nothing but an old gossip.”

  That evening, she called room service and ate in her room. She didn’t want to fuel her own fantasies any further. She certainly didn’t want to let Matt, let alone the others, get an inkling that she’d masturbated twice before getting to sleep the night before, and once more in the shower after breakfast, to fantasies about being the centerpiece of something very similar to Hannah’s experience, minus the airtight bit.

  After letting the waiter take the dinner trolley, she changed into the hotel robe and masturbated another three times before showering and going to bed. Although the location of the fantasy varied from hotel room to swimming pool, even to the classroom, she remained the only woman, with Matt and the other three always present. A couple of times she sensed the other two guys were there as well.

  * * * *

  Matt caught up to her in Starbucks the following morning.

  “Last day today.”

  Julia rolled her eyes. “Thankfully, yes. I don’t think I could take another of those dreary lunches.”

  “Listen, what time do you fly out?”

  “Tomorrow morning.”

  “Share a cab to the airport then?”

  “That would be nice. Yes, thank you.”

  “Listen, the three musketeers are staying here overnight as well…”

  “Three musketeers…Oh, never mind, I worked that one out.”

  “And we all missed you last night.”

  “I just wanted a quiet night, not have to be worried about what I was wearing.”

  “You look gorgeous in anything.”

  “Thank you, even if that is veering back to corny.”

  “Sorry, but I couldn’t avoid it. Anyway, as we’re all still here, how about dinner again?”

  She chuckled. “Why? Wouldn’t Hannah show?”

  “Let’s put it this way, she gave an excuse yesterday and I’m certain she’ll do so tonight too.”

  “Not surprised.”

  “Nor am I, but we’d all love you to join us again, especially in that fabulous blue dress.”

  She shook her head.

  “No?”

  “I didn’t say that, but no to the blue dress, it’s…got something on it, needs to go to the cleaners when I get home.” She blushed, realizing she’d caught herself just in time to prevent herself from telling him what she’d actually done that night.

  “But I’m sure you have something to wear?”

  “I am sure I have. I’m not exactly at the turn up nekkid, bring beer stage of my life. Maybe eight years ago, but not now.”

  “Same time tonight as Tuesday then?”

  “Sure.”

  * * * *

  Julia gave herself a quick final check-over in the mirror as the elevator descended. Her dress was one of her classic little black dresses. At the last count she had six in her wardrobe at home, all similar, all sexy, but none identical. This one had tiny shoulder straps, a scooped neckline allowing more than a hint of the top of her breasts to show, and a sweetheart cut-out that showed the lower portion of the insides of her breasts and cleavage. The skirt was very short, showing off her legs encased in black stockings with a bold zigzag pattern up the back. Her black heels were the highest she had with her.

  The only problem with this dress was the fact she couldn’t wear a bra with it—the strap would show through the cut-out. Since the dress was also tight, she’d had to choose a thong rather than the more comfortable boy-short style she preferred.

  She wondered if she was overdoing it, much as Hannah had done forty-eight hours earlier. Was she too sexy? Or was it simply the look of a woman confident with her own body? As the elevator opened, it was too late and she walked across the foyer of the hotel toward the bar. She could almost hear the eyeballs click as she walked past men whose heads turned to watch. She could see the reaction she was having on them by watching their reflections on several mirror-finished surfaces. Julia smiled. She always loved getting that reaction, although she preferred to be on Max’s arm when she did.

  This time, the four guys had managed to get a table, not stand at the bar, and Bart was the one looking toward the doorway as she made her entrance. She watched as his eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. He said something to the others and they all turned around. Matt’s eyes flared while Alec’s lips pursed in a whistle she hoped was soundless. Chas’s eyes just radiated hunger and she knew she was going to have to be v
ery careful tonight. One misstep and she could be walking onto the plane as gingerly as Hannah had walked into the room the day before.

  Chairs scraped back as all four rose to their feet to greet her. She smiled at them and then giggled as Matt and Bart collided as they both went to pull out the spare chair for her. Alec and Chas were just staring at her—Alec, clearly the boob man, at her chest, Chas, at her legs. “No fighting over me, please.”

  “Why? Enough of you to go around?”

  She gave Chas a level look and he blushed and looked away as she sat down, then looked back, looking down. She realized the tables in the bar were actually glass, and he could see through it, straight to her legs. As she sat down, her skirt had risen and he was enjoying the view. It was her turn to blush and she wiggled the skirt down to cover another inch She guessed he’d noticed she was wearing stockings again.

  Drinks were followed by dinner, and she was surprised that neither of the guys sitting next to her tried anything. Her trick with the knife had possibly made Matt a bit wary about trying again, but Bart, sitting the other side of her, hadn’t seen what she’d done to Alec, but there again, maybe he’d been told.

  The meal was excellent and Julia found she enjoyed the company too, almost enough to wish she hadn’t hidden out in her room the previous night. This time she stayed for coffee and the five of them commented on how good it was compared to what they’d suffered for three days at the software company.

  In the midst of the laughter, Matt asked a question. “So, anyone up for a nightcap? My place sprung for a mini-suite, so I’ve got more room?” All the guys fell silent and she found herself the center of attention. Not that she hadn’t been all evening, but now they were looking at her differently, waiting for her answer. The predatory way their eyes hooded suggested far more than a drink was on offer. She felt a pang of hunger, lower than her stomach, and she knew her answer would potentially set the tone for the rest of the evening.

  “I’m not so sure that would be a good idea.”

  “Don’t be silly. What’s the harm in a drink—a drink with friends?”

  She smiled. “Just a drink? Is that all that’s on the table?”

  Matt chuckled. “Unless you’re offering to get on the table and dance for us…which I’m sure you’re not…”

  “I’m not…”

  “Then, yes, a drink, nothing more. Well, maybe some soft music, a little dancing.”

  “Which would be very unfair. There’s four of you, just one of me.”

  “So, we keep your dance card full.”

  “Boring for the rest of you.”

  “Depending on the type of dancing.”

  She peered at him over the edge of her coffee cup. Sure, his tone was light and bantering, but his eyes were coals that projected the fire deep within. Her own fire was building too, all the usual signs as she felt her nipples tightening. Chas and Alec were sitting back, watching her. Their eyes, though, had dropped and she knew her tightening nipples had peaked and were showing as indentations in the front of her dress. She watched as Bart licked his lips. When he looked up, she deliberately licked her own, teasing him.

  “Come on. A drink, a dance, a laugh, a giggle. After all, we know you’re married.”

  “Thanks for reminding me.” She sighed. She knew they were offering more, asking for more, and maybe, just maybe, she was interested enough to take up the implied offer.

  “Okay, but nothing more. Understood?”

  They all nodded but still broke out into boyish grins.

  * * * *

  As soon as they arrived in the room, Julia made a beeline for the overstuffed chair. That way nobody could sit next to her. Matt chuckled, noticing what she’d done, but busied himself sorting out drinks for everyone. The three colleagues—she desperately wanted to think of them as the three musketeers—sat on the couch facing her. As soon as everyone had a drink, Matt grabbed his own, and came and perched on the arm of her chair. She couldn’t really complain. There was only seating for four, not five. She was pretty sure that soon someone would suggest she sat on a lap, allowing everyone to be comfortable, but she had no intention of accepting such an invitation.

  After a few minutes of light conversation, Matt rose to his feet, dimmed the lights a little, and then turned on the entertainment system. He fiddled around until he found something light and gentle. She wasn’t particularly surprised it was slow music. That had been a given from the moment he’d suggested moving up here.

  Then he was standing in front of her. “Would you do me the honor…?” He extended his hand as he bowed in front of her.

  “You three take notes. This is how a gentleman behaves…”

  “Believe me, sweetheart, I’m no gentleman.”

  Everyone laughed and she accepted his hand as he lifted her to her feet. She’d expected him to pull her close for a clinch, but instead he took her into a waltz hold and danced around the space between the chair she’d just vacated and the couch.

  There wasn’t a lot of room, but Bart whispered to the other two and then the three rose to their feet and grabbed the couch, moving it back about four or five feet, doubling the size of their impromptu dance space.

  Alec and Bart sat down again, but Chas walked up behind Matt. “Cutting in…”

  He turned out to be just as good a dancer as Matt. A few minutes later and Bart cut in, then finally Alec, all of them holding and dancing properly with her. As Matt rose to his feet again, she broke off from her dance with Alec and shook her head.

  “I need a break. Give me a minute. You guys get recovery time. I don’t.”

  “No problem.” Matt smiled. “Let me refill your glass, everyone else’s too.”

  She headed for the bathroom and quickly did what she needed then checked her reflection in the mirror. Julia knew she had a choice to make. If she stayed, one of them would make a move. If that pass went unchallenged, they would all be ready to pounce. Did she want that? Did she really want that? She shuddered. Her other chance was to retreat…do what Hannah obviously hadn’t done that first night. They wouldn’t force her to stop, she was confident of that, but did she really want to?

  When she returned to the room, as she’d initially predicted, all the seats were occupied. Matt patted his knee and she smiled and shook her head. She did what he’d done earlier and perched on the arm of his chair and accepted her drink from him. Matt, of course, looped his arm around behind her, bringing the flat of his hand onto the outside of her thigh, his palm on her dress, his fingertips on her stocking-clad leg.

  “Remember the butter knife, mister.”

  “I remember, believe me.”

  Everyone laughed, which showed her Alec had told the others about that incident with her and the two of them. That was probably the reason Bart hadn’t tried anything during the meal.

  “You ready to dance again?” Alec’s invitation was obviously not just for a dance.

  “Sure, if it gets me away from Mr. Octopus here.” She laughed as she said it and rose as Alec approached her. She glanced back at Matt just in time to see him wink at Alec. When she turned back around, Alec was close to her. This time, he didn’t take up a waltz hold. His arms both went around her, leaving her no choice other than to put her arms around his neck. He molded his body to hers and spun her slowly around. This wasn’t about the dancing anymore, this was about the seduction—hers.

  She trembled in his arms, waiting for the moment their eyes met. As they turned again, that moment arrived. He locked eyes with hers and then, slowly, he bent his head forward for a kiss.

  This was truly her moment of no return. If she didn’t leave now…too late. His lips met hers and she couldn’t help but respond. The sexual tension in the room was huge and it reflected back into her body. The kiss grew more intense. His lips were never still, moving against hers in a barrage of tiny sensual attacks on her barriers. She could feel those barriers collapsing one by one as he pulled her tight against him. Her breasts squashed against his ch
est. His leg found a way between hers, pulling her thighs tight against his knee. His hands dropped lower as his tongue touched her lips. He pulled her tighter still, starting to grind his knee against her mound as he cupped her butt. She opened her mouth, allowing his tongue entry, knowing she’d just surrendered, not just to him but to all of them. Alec wouldn’t be the only one to dance with her, and she doubted she’d be fully dressed by the time she finished dancing with them. In fact, she’d put money on finishing the dances naked.

  Julia sensed the others rising to their feet, then a presence behind her. Alec let go of her butt and moved his hands to her waist. She felt another pair of hands grab her ass, and push her mound harder against Alec’s leg. She broke the kiss and gulped in air, moaning as she felt Matt kiss the back of her neck, while Alec dropped his lips, raining fleeting kisses across the top of her chest.

  She lifted her arms down from Alec’s neck, and allowed them to turn her in a circle. Each time she faced one of them, they kissed her, sometimes hard and demanding, sometimes soft and gentle. Always, there were hands on her, stroking her arms, her neck, cupping her breasts, cupping her ass, and now, more and more, rubbing her pussy through her dress. She’d been wrong, but then again, this wasn’t dancing any more, not by any stretch of the imagination. No dancing, just a seduction, one that was moving forward at speed.

  She moaned almost continually as they continued to manipulate her. Someone got his hands to her zip and she felt him undo it. The tab of the zip travelled down at a slow enough speed to give her the chance to say no. She opened her eyes in shock, realizing another line had been passed and stared into Matt’s eyes. She hadn’t even realized which guy she’d been kissing at that moment, she’d been getting dizzy as they passed her around in a circle.