A literotic sexstories: Building a Dream: Part Eight by Steveandjay ,
“What the fuck are we doing? How many different people are we going to have sex with this week? I wanted to go to Madame Tussauds and London Zoo, not sucking and fucking complete strangers through a hole in the wall.”
“Oh, my head,” she said rubbing her temples and taking the coffee from me. “Vodka. Why did I have vodka?” I fetched a glass of water and popped a couple of Alka Seltzer in and once the fizzing subsided, passed it to her which she downed in one before continuing with her coffee.
“It wasn’t your choice,” I replied sitting on the bed. “Sara bought it, probably to help you both relax a bit. How much do you remember?”
She sat up in the bed cradling her coffee cup, her breasts hanging over the sheet, nipples surprisingly hard and red as she looked up, trying to think back to all that had happened the night before.
“Everything, I think.” She went quiet as she finished her coffee before continuing. “What the fuck are we doing? How many different people are we going to have sex with this week? I wanted to go to Madame Tussauds and London Zoo, not sucking and fucking complete strangers through a hole in the wall.” She held her cup up to me and indicated the kettle for another. “We’ve got to put a stop to this and get back to why we came to London.”
“You said something like that yesterday and the day before if I remember rightly,” I said pouring another coffee and bringing it over to her. “And yet we still end up getting involved in some sort of mini-orgy.”
“I now, I know,” she replied. “Maybe we should put our sensible heads on and get back to why we came here. There’s only so much shagging I can handle.”
“Okay,” I said pouring myself a second coffee. “So, does that mean you don’t want to return to the gloryholes? Because you were fairly adamant last night that you would be going back there.”
She didn’t responded straight away. She sat deep in thought as she sipped her coffee before eventually replying,
“I was drunk last night and very turned on. I didn’t know a place like that existed, especially in London. I think I was just acting like a bitch on heat, a combination of alcohol and hanging around Manus and Sara who take everything sexual in their stride, like it’s all second nature to fuck strangers. That girl, what was her name?
“Katy,” I replied.
“Yes, Katy. She was so open about going there for a casual gangbang and I think I envied her. She’s so liberated and goes there for sex on her terms. I respected that. But I think the thing that got me going was the gangbangs. Watching them on the screen really did it for me last night.” She finished her coffee. “But today’s a new day and I just want to do normal things from now on. Can you nip down and grab some food? I’ll give Kylie a ring and ask her to pop in for a quick chat then we’ll go out.”
I went down to the canteen and when I returned with a plate load of sausages, bacon, and a pile of toast I found Kylie had let herself in the room and parked her trolley in and out of sight. Jay was sat up on the bed naked, having discarded the bedsheet while Kylie was sat at the end.
“Hi Steve,” Kylie said, getting up and hugging me before sitting back down on the bed. “Jay was just about to tell me about your friends and what they know about my paintings.”
I sat next to Jay and, between munching on the food, told Kylie everything Sara had told us about the paintings, the purchase and how much they’re worth.
“And since you have provenance, they are legally yours.” Jay said between a mouthful of toast.
“But how do I get them,” asked Kylie, starting to look a little distressed. “I can’t just march in there and demand them and solicitors are hopeless, and what if he’s found out their worth and sold them already?” I could tell that us telling her what we had found out was clearly upsetting her. Jay moved down the bed and hugged her and stroked her hair saying, “It’ll be alright.”
She looked over at me then said the words that would lead us and many others into an adventure that would change our lives forever.
“We will help you to get the paintings.”
Kylie looked up at her and tears had already started to fall down her pretty face which Jay gently brushed away.
“Really? Will you really help me?”
“Yes, we will help you.” Jay replied and gave her a gentle kiss while Kylie hugged her. “But that can wait until another time. You need to get yourself ready for tonight.” Kylie stood up and smoothed down her uniform.
“What’s he like, this Paul?” she asked wiping her eyes and composing herself
“He’s lovely, I think the two of you will get on.” Jay replied standing up and opening the door to allow Kylie to push her trolley out. “We’ll meet you on the concourse under the clock at 7:00. Don’t be late.”
“I won’t.” Kylie said as she pushed her trolley down through the door. She then stopped, turned back and asked,
“You won’t leave me alone with him, will you? You will stay all evening?”
“Yes,” Jay replied, hiding her nakedness behind the door. ”we will stay with you both all evening. Don’t worry.”
Kylie waved as she pushed her trolley down and the corridor and Jay shut the door.
After Jay had a quick wash, stating that she would have a bath before we went out that evening, we discussed where to go and decided to go to the Imperial War Museum, a ten-minute walk away.
Jay threw on a thin cotton top and denim shorts. The top emphasised her great breasts while the shorts were tight and showed her arse off a treat
We went down to the foyer and ahead of us just leaving the hotel was Phil, Clive and Keith accompanied by three woman, who I presumed to be their wife’s, since Simon and Jim had said they had come down to stay. They spotted us as we went through the door and greeted us with handshakes and kisses on the cheek, as if we were old friends.
Phil explained to the woman that we were the couple they had met in the bar and who they had gallantry given their extra fans to, no mention of the gangbang that followed. The woman nodded in agreement, as if they had heard about the situation. They looked briefly at me but looked Jay up and down as if they were checking her out. Phil then introduced the women in turn.
Cheryl was his wife; dark hair, slim, slightly taller than Phil. Mary was married to Keith; dark or dyed hair, slim, huge tits. Sue was married to Clive, Blonde, very attractive. They were all around the similar ages to the guys and dressed in short summer dresses which showed off their ample bosom’s and very long legs. The three of them made an attractive sight. I shook their hands as they were introduced and was surprised to note that they all kissed Jay on both cheeks and not glancing ones, proper kisses, one of which left a lipstick mark on her cheek.
“It’s so nice to meet you,” said Cheryl. “The boys told us how they became your knights in shining armour.”
“Well, we were certainly grateful when they turned up at our rooms with the fans,” I said looking from one to the other, all of whom were smiling at the two of us, but mainly at Jay.
“Me especially,” Jay said, a bit too loud. The statement dropped the smile from the men’s faces before she added, turning to me, “We were finally able to get a good night’s sleep, weren’t we?” The guys faces visibly relaxed, glad that Jay hadn’t mentioned any of the antics.
“Absolutely.” I agreed taking Jay by the hand and giving it a hard squeeze.
“Well, we must meet up for a drink. Are you both free tonight?” Mary asked pointedly at Jay
“No, sorry,” Jay replied looking from each women to the other, three pairs of eyes all fixed on her. “Another time?”
“Definitely,” Cheryl said smiling at Jay. “Give me your number and we’ll arrange something. We’re here for a few more days. I’ll give you a call and arrange something.”
Cheryl put Jay’s number in her phone and we said our goodbyes as the six of them started walking towards Waterloo.
“That was weird,” I said as we crossed the road. “They all seemed a bit fixated on you.”
“Nah,” she said brushing it off. “It’s just a girl’s thing. Woman get on better, that’s all.”
“The lipstick on your cheek is telling me otherwise.” I said and wiped it off with a tissue. “There’s something about those woman. I sensed it the other night from Simon and Jim.”
“Your just being paranoid, or hopeful,” she said winking. At that the topic was dropped and we made our way to the museum.
We spent the rest of the day going around the museum, followed by a very early dinner in the museum café.
It was about 5:30 when we got back to our room and Jay had her bath. The heat of the day was still warm and, what I would describe as ‘claggy.’ So, while Jay was drying herself I had a quick shower to freshen up.
By 6:30 we were ready to go and match-make Paul and Kylie. Jay wore another very short off the shoulder summer dress with no bra and a quick grope of her arse revealed to me the G-string that I had noticed earlier drying on the windowsill having had its daily wash.
“Have you been washing that every day?” I asked, discretely running my finger up and down the thin material disappearing into her arse crack.
“No, it was a pack of two. I’ve been washing and alternating them.” She replied.
We got to Waterloo about ten minutes later, twenty minutes before we were due to meet them. So, giving Jay more money, I sent her to the ladies wear shop which, being London, was still open. She returned with two more new G-strings which was soon tucked away in her shoulder bag.
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