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He is lying on his bed, coloured lights playing games on the ceiling. He wonders if the city ever sleeps; according to the ads, it never does. Las Vegas baby. He looks at the cheap digital clock that is standard equipment in every hotel room he has occupied in the last 40 years. He set it when he arrived. He had to; his OCD compelled him. It was flashing 12:00 as he entered the room. While he invariably checks his phone or watch for the time, it feels weird being in a room with a clock showing the wrong time.The TV is on, playing a generic action flick from Netflix. It is just noise, but he feels more comfortable in strange surroundings with the background of comforting movie dialogue. He knows he isn’t following the plot; it just adds noise to the room. However, he is reluctant to turn it off as he would have to admit he was in the room alone and not out partying with his co-workers. They are all out celebrating the end of a successful trade show.The group started the evening with a dinner he arranged and paid for. He wanted to ensure everyone was satisfied before leaving them to wander on their separate journeys. His evening continued with a lovely aged scotch at the hotel bar. Many team members had wandered by, one at a time or in small groups, to thank him and comment on the show’s success. Several groups had graciously invited him to party, which he declined. He knew partying with the boss was a hit-and-miss venture at the best of times, so he made a big show of declining the invitation.He now relaxed on the bed, clad in only a pair of jeans, zipper partially undone. He feels comfortable for the first time in several days. Suits and ties are not his thing. While he usually gets away with black jeans and a sports coat at these events, true relaxation calls for old ripped jeans and a T-shirt.He glances down at his stomach and tenses his muscles.”Not too bad for a fifty-five-year-old!” he thinks to himself.He knows the single, and married, if he is honest, marketing ladies talk about him when they are chatting together at the office. He is fit, single, and successful. He has a couple of long-time associates, “spies”, in marketing who keep him up to speed on comments, gossip, and general morale. He finds it flattering, if nothing else. As much as the dating scene is complicated, he is wary of dipping his toes into company waters. He does like to think about Sonja when he needs to relieve his sexual tensions during these trips. She is tall and slender, with a firm body sporting breasts topped with hard nipples that she did little to conceal. She was Mexican, graced with light brown skin and long dark hair. A perma-tan, as she liked to refer to it.She was usually restrained at the office, but when they travelled, and she was “on”, the bra and panties went by the wayside, and the form-fitting dresses came out. Her best work bud is Tina, slightly shorter and a bit curvier. Tina is Italian, so she also sported türk casino siteleri a somewhat lighter perma-tan. Where Sonja is fit and hard, Tina is round and soft in all the right places. Favouring outfits that show off her large breasts, she loves to bend over to show off her cleavage. He knows Sonja and Tina are partying with one of the groups tonight. He wondered if they also party privately, picturing Sonja sitting on Tina’s face and wiggling.”Maybe I need to rub one out to help me sleep?” he thinks as images of Sonja in the throes of an orgasm cause his cock to stir.Reaching down to shift things around to relieve the pressure of his growing erection, he is startled by a knock on the door. As he approaches the door, he hears quiet giggles from the other side.”What the hell?” he thinks.Looking through the peephole, he spies none other than Sonja and Tina standing in the hall. Opening the door, he is greeted by the two beautiful, smiling women.”Why don’t you ever come and party with us?” Sonja whines, “We came up to convince you to come for a nightcap with us.””Yes, come, please come have a drink with us,” Tina shouts, obviously still deaf from the loud music in the bar.”Jesus, you will wake the entire floor. Come in, both of you. We can continue this conversation in my room,” he says, stepping aside to usher the girls into his suite.They glide by, both brushing against his chest very suggestively. Sonja looks down at his partially done-up pants and raises an eyebrow.”Nice room, boss-man!” Tina giggles as she wanders to the window to gawk at the Las Vegas strips’s incessant blinking lights.His eyes follow her to the window. He notices appreciatedly that Tina’s dress is quite sheer, unlike her everyday, more conservative attire. He sees a lovely silhouette between her legs, showing off prominent pussy lips. Sonja stands beside him, noticing his gaze.Leaning close, she whispers, “I have been catching glimpses of that all night myself! It’s not like Tina to show off, but I am delighted she is doing it.”He slides his gaze over Sonja. She is sporting a skin-tight, low-cut black dress, showing off her delicious cleavage. The dress is extremely short, and there are no discernable panty lines. As they watch Tina at the window, he can see Sonja’s nipples hardening. This abundance of visual stimulation does nothing to reduce the swelling in his pants. He catches Sonja’s eye as she peeks again at his unzipped jeans.He smiles and says, “I was just thinking of crawling into the sack, but I guess I can be convinced to have a drink with you two.”Sonja gets a twinkle in her eyes and says loudly, “Do you have anything here? We could share a quick, intimate celebration before we call it an evening?”He smiles, “Sure, I have some Tequila in the fridge if you want. It is sipping Tequila, though, not for shots!””Perfect!” squeals Sonja, “Tina, come over here. We can grab shots here instead en sağlam casino siteleri of dealing with another sweaty bar and groping slime balls.””No, not shots, sipping Tequila,” he emphasizes, knowing the difference is already lost on the ladies.Tina turns around with a smile as she reaches up to pull her hair into a ponytail. Her large breasts are pulled up by her actions to reveal mouthwatering tan lines. He can see them also leaking out the side of her dress. They look absolutely delicious. She surveys the room before walking over to the couch to settle in.”Pour away, sister!” she says.Sonja quickly pours three glasses from the $300 bottle of Tequila and passes them around.Raising her glass in a toast, she says, “To us, we fucking work hard and we get shit done!””Cheers, cheers!” he and Tina repeat, each taking a heavy slug of the bitter alcohol.Sonja sits down heavily on the couch beside Tina. He sits in the chair opposite.Glancing at his naked chest, he remarks, “I guess I should grab a shirt. I don’t want to offend you ladies.”They both speak in unison, “Don’t be silly. We are among friends here.”They all sit laughing, talking, and reliving a busy couple of days. He notices the two ladies are sitting close together with their legs touching. After a few minutes, Sonja lowers her hand to Tina’s thigh and begins rubbing it slowly. Tina never flinches, and the conversation continues without interruption. He finds it hard to take his eyes away from Sonja’s hand. It seems, to him anyway, to be working its way up Tina’s thigh.The laughter and stories flow effortlessly. A second round of drinks is poured, and more toasts are made. It has been a very successful trade show. They made a large number of contacts and finalized several significant deals. Sonja continues to tell stories from the day, with Tina chirping in with details and anecdotes as needed. They are both very animated. Looking back at Tina’s legs, he realizes Sonja has been slowly sliding Tina’s dress up. He catches the occasional flash of her inner thigh, and then to his glee, he notices Tina’s pussy is visible as she shifts around on the couch during the conversation. Sonja smiles broadly and holds his gaze each time he looks at Tina’s legs and back up. Sonja’s breathing has become deeper, and her nipples are as hard as little diamonds.She glances at the bathroom and very subtly indicates that he should head over there.He carefully places his drink on the table and announces, “Need to visit the little boy’s room. Be right back, ladies.”He stands up and pads on his bare feet to the bathroom. Closing the door, he makes a show of washing his hands and face. He leans against the counter for a couple minutes to kill more time. Eventually, he opens the door to quietly return to the couch.All the lights in the room are now off, only the bright flashing lights from the window illuminating the room. Glancing canlı casino siteleri over, he can see Sonja has moved to face Tina, kissing her lips and neck slowly. One hand plays with Tina’s hair. The other has removed one of Tina’s large breasts from her dress. Sonja squeezes and rubs it softly as she explores Tina’s mouth, neck, and ears with her tongue. Tina’s eyes are closed as she relaxes back on the couch. Soft moans signal her enjoyment of Sonja’s attention.Sonja’s fingers pinch the large nipple, eliciting a gasp from Tina, “Lick it.””Are you sure, baby,” Sonja whispers.”Fuck yes, suck it, lick it, bite it,” Tina moans.Sonja lowers her head to take the large, now hard and wet, nipple in her mouth. Licking around in circles, she alternates kissing, biting, and sucking as Tina gasps and moans. Realizing he is standing and staring, he returns quietly to his chair. Grabbing his drink, he settles in for a front-row seat to the show.He senses Sonja is showing off for him, but he can also tell she is very much enjoying herself. She removes Tina’s other breast from her dress and alternates between the swollen nipples. Tina’s breasts are huge, with deep cleavage. Both nipples stand erect, soaked in Sonja’s spit.He sees Tina’s legs are partially spread. Her dress has ridden up and is bunched around her waist. He can tell Tina wants Sonja to touch her pussy. Her hips rock slowly. He can see her pussy lips gradually parting and her swollen clit becoming more visible. Her puffy pussy lips are wet with excitement. He desperately wants to dip his head down to suck and lick them. One of Tina’s hands is playing with Sonja’s ass through her thin dress. She slowly raises Sonja’s dress, exposing her shapely butt cheeks. Her fingers slide into the dark cleft between Sonja’s now exposed cheeks. The sight of Sonja’s naked legs and ass is spectacular.Sonja continues to suck and bite Tina’s nipples as she slowly slides her hand down her belly towards Tina’s pussy. He can see Tina strain her hips up to meet Sonja’s hand; there is definitely no resistance. As Sonja’s hand skips over her pussy to begin stroking Tina’s inner thigh, he hears small sounds of frustration amongst the gasps and moans. Tina’s knees spread further, drawing her pink pussy open. He can see wetness leaking slowly down onto her ass. Everything is perfectly bare and smooth. Sonja’s fingers tease the entire area, lightly brushing the sensitive skin of Tina’s pussy. Tina’s hips rock faster now, desperate for contact. Her clit swells as her arousal increases. She seems oblivious to the fact he is watching.Tina’s eyes open slightly, locking onto his eyes. She smiles broadly as her knees draw apart. She obviously knows he is watching and is enjoying it.She pulls Sonja’s head tight into her breasts. “Suck them, baby, suck them hard.”Her hand works away between Sonja’s ass cheeks. She pulls it away quickly to place her fingers in her mouth. Moistening her fingers, she returns them to Sonja’s ass. They now glide effortlessly between her thighs. Sonja’s back arches towards the fingers, and her knee swings over Tina’s leg. He now sees that Tina has her fingers deep in Sonja’s pussy. She reaches both hands around to spread Sonja’s ass, exposing everything to his view.
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