Chapter 37: Once Upon a Bridesmaid 002

“Change of plans,” Paige said, confidently blocking my advance. “It super crowded in there, so we had a bottle of champagne sent up to our room, and we’d like you to tag along.” In the brevity of the moment I simply agreed. What she’d said made perfect sense, and her plan was a reasonable one. It did, however, occur to me that these girls were probably not yet living a lifestyle that could afford room service champagne. So the only thing out of place in my mind was the tab.

“Okay,” I said enthusiastically, “as long as it’s my treat!” I don’t think they understood the intended meaning, because they just laughed again and spun me around, each taking an arm and escorting me to the elevators.

There was a couple in the car with us on the way up who got on after us, punching a lower floor than the one the girls hit. We were against the back wall, and in my periphery I could see Paige and Becca take each others hand. When the couple got off and the doors closed, they instantly spun to each other and embraced in an incredibly passionate kiss. It didn’t shock me as much as it caught me off guard, at least the intensity of it.

“Oh hey!” I said, “Hello! Now that’s what I call a kiss!” Their lips parted, and I think they were taken aback by my reaction, uncertain. I just smiled back. “Don’t stop on my account. Pretend I’m not here.” I’m not sure what they thought about that either, so I just shut up and they just held hands until the door opened. I tried to make amends by way of conversation as we walked down the hall.

“So, that must a have been bit of a tortuous evening for you two then?” They looked back and smiled, but said nothing. “I’m sorry,” I said, earnestly, and they stopped. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were a couple. I mean, I kind of figured there was something up, but I didn’t really put it together and I’m pretty buzzed, and I feel kind of stupid.” What I didn’t say was that I also felt confused and more than a little turned on. Watching these two beautiful girls, young women I should say, share such a sensual and heartfelt kiss had me extremely turned on. But these were my daughter’s friends! What was I thinking?? And here I am, slightly drunk, following them to their hotel room, and making an ass of myself in the process.

They led me inside and the two of them immediately hugged each other tightly, then looked over to me. “It’s fine Ms. Ev–, Jess,” Paige said, “really, it’s just fine.” I still felt silly, and my body language must have conveyed that.

“Would you like a hug, too?” Becca asked, and I nodded. They both came over and enveloped me in a wonderful wash of perfume, satin, and soft, feminine warmth. I felt my heart and my body melt, but my pulse immediately shot through the roof. I was about ready to just fall over when the knock on the door startled all of us. Paige went to the door and quickly took the bucket and glasses from the young man, handing him a tip produced from I don’t know where.

“Oh hey,” I said, “I thought we agreed that would be my treat.”

Paige just looked at me for a second, then smiled. “Oh that’s what you meant! It’s okay, we charged it to the wedding party. They said we could go wild this weekend. So let’s!”

She popped the cork and a nice little stream of foam spilled onto her hands. She shook them off, giggling, and filled the glasses, handing them out as she did. Becca raised her glass. “To going wild!” she said, and we all repeated the toast and emptied our flutes.

Becca put her glass down and said, “Now if you’ll excuse me, there’s something I’ve needed to do for some time now,” and she reached behind her and unzipped her gown, stepping out of it as it fell to the floor while kicking off her heels, leaving her entirely naked in front of us. No bra, no panties, her straight blond hair resting just past the shoulders of her petite, athletic frame. Then she reached behind Paige and unzipped her dress as well, producing the same result. Paige was a bit taller, nearly as tall as me with similarly dark hair, and every bit as athletically built as her girlfriend, with more substantial c-cup breasts. And suddenly there I was, a woman of a certain age, fully clothed, slightly drunk, in the hotel room of two extremely attractive and extremely young, naked lesbians. And then it just happened, before I could even gauge the right or wrong of it. Both girls encircled me with their arms and Paige put her fingers to my chin, directing me towards her kiss.

In mere seconds their hands went to work on my dress, sending it to the floor, followed almost immediately by my bra, liberating my ample breasts. Becca lowered her lips to them, lighting my nipples on fire. I stood there, almost foolishly, with my arms pinned to my sides by their bodies as their hands traversed every part of me within reach. When they converged between my legs and slipped beneath my panties, my knees buckled, and they had to catch me from falling. Becca moved behind me to take my weight as Paige dropped to her knees and put her pretty face between my legs. With her partner propping me up, she slipped my panties aside and put her tongue to my pussy, exquisitely devouring me with just the right amount of attention to each eager part. I couldn’t tell you the last time someone had gone down on me, but I can assure you it was nowhere near as amazing as this. This girl sure as hell knew how to please a woman, and I found myself wondering what else I was in store for, now that my bisexual floodgates, or were they lesbian, had been opened.

Becca eased me back to the edge of the bed and lay me down, kissing me deeply while her hands played across my breasts. Paige, still on her knees, removed the rest of my lingerie and stockings, caressing my thighs with her hands and mouth, teasing me a little before placing her lips again to my now aching pussy. Their feminine touch was amazing. It seemed so delicate and perfect; soft but still passionate and hungry, and without the sort of brutish urgency of a man. For the next several minutes I just lay there reveling in their indulgence of me, before Paige’s miracle tongue brought me up slowly to a long and gradually expanding orgasm that grew and grew within me until it finally burst through body, making me shake and shiver beneath their obliging lips and hands. It was like they’d opened a door to a whole new world of pleasure and comfort, and as the ripples of my orgasm faded to soft echoes, I felt so warm and perfect that a little tear trickled down my cheek.

That overwhelming emotion, however, was soon replaced by overwhelming arousal as the two of them, having initially focused on pleasing me, now turned their attentions to pleasing themselves. Paige climbed up on top of me, pressing her whole body against mine and kissing me, giving me a taste of my own sex on her lips, something else I hadn’t realized I’d missed until that moment. I reached up and gave her perfect little peaches a good squeeze, rolling her nipples between my fingers, and she responded by pushing her tongue deep into my mouth. It was just so fucking wanton I could barely stand it. Becca pressed her face in and stole Paige’s kisses from me, and they both sat up over me, kissing and caressing each other. Becca’s parted thighs were just next to my head, and I rolled slightly over to explore her, first with tentative caresses from my fingers, but then by shifting further over to her, with my mouth, kissing my way up her soft young skin to her pale pink slit, not knowing exactly what I would do when I reached it, but hoping some sort of instinct would take over.

Instead, Paige pressed Becca back onto her elbows, and descended to join me between her thighs. I’d just given my first tentative vaginal kiss when I felt her face next to mine, smiling as she watched my tongue ease forward for a taste.