“Good for you” Jay said still fanning herself “At least you’ll sleep comfortable.” She said this in a respectful way rather than an angry way. She admired people who could ‘pull a fast one’.
We got up to leave and as we were saying our goodbyes Phil said, “I feel bad being greedy. We’re waiting for another of our colleagues to arrive as he’s been delayed. When he arrives why don’t we give you some of our extra fans? You can cool off then.”
“Just one will be fine thanks” I said, genuinely grateful for the offer.
“No, we insist. What’s your room number? We’ll bring them up once our colleague Jim arrives in about half an hour.” Jay shrugged and said “Okay, if you’re quite sure, we’d love to have them”. She told them our room number then made our way up to wait for them
Jay stood swaying in the middle of the room from the effect of the alcohol and announced that she wanted to take a cold shower to cool off before getting the life-saving fans.
“Are you sure?” I asked. “You could wait until we’ve got the fans, then shower, then bed.”
“No, I can’t wait sat on this bed sweating like a pig. I’m too hot and I need to cool down.” With that she went into the bathroom. A little while later she stepped out the bathroom, removed her shower cap and started drying herself. She looked hot, not in the heat sense but hot and ready to fuck.
I knew she would be clean all over as she liked a clean fuck with plenty of licking and rimming and since she had bought a new toy I knew she would be clean and sparkly everywhere. She threw on the dress she’d worn all day, tied it up at the back of her neck, poured some wine into a tumbler and took a big, cool gulp.
Five minutes passed before there was a knock on our door and the men from the bar entered, three of them carrying a pedestal fan. We looked for sockets and having unplugged the kettle, TV, and phone charger we soon had them blasting a strong line of cold air aimed at the side of bed.
Phil introduced Jim, who looked to be in his mid-thirties. He had been delayed getting to London and had arrived shortly after we left the bar. I thanked them for the fans and they made to leave.
Not wishing to seem impolite or ungrateful, I asked if they would like to stay for a cold drink. If we go anywhere when it’s going to be hot I always bring a cool bag that can be folded into a suitcase. Early that morning I had gone to the express store near Waterloo Station, bought a bag of ice and a dozen cans of coke.
We always took a couple of cold cans with us when walking around the city, not wishing to spend the exorbitant prices charged by street vendors. I passed them out and they made themselves comfortable for a chat. Jay sat on the bed directly in line of the fans and enjoyed the coolness while closing her eyes and throwing her head back.
She had a glass of wine in her hand and was taking big sips. She started lifting and fanning the front of her dress to allow the cold air to stream up and cool her hot thighs and what I assume to be a very grateful pussy.
She did this carefully so not to expose herself to the group. “Oh, that’s great” she murmured between sips of wine and leaning back on one elbow a bit.
Simon and Clive stood either side of Jay holding up their hands to feel the coolness and agreeing with her before sitting either side of her. They both shut their eyes to feel the draught and agreed it was very cooling indeed. Jim and Keith were stood by the window while Phil was stood next to the fans.
I stood by the head of the bed by the door. I could feel the breeze but not as near as the others on the bed. Jim started telling us about his delays and travel nightmare which went into a discussion from all of them telling us about the line of work they all do, the places they travel to, their office politics etc.
I told them a bit about me and Jay, our work and how we look forward to the trips to London. Jay just sat back on the bed, taking sips of her wine and nodding in agreement to some of my comments about our life.
The conversation turned to the current heatwave and we all bemoaned the fact about the hotel lack of air conditioning. Phil was fanning himself with his hand, having stood to the side of the fans. “It’s okay for you three hogging the breeze,” nodding to Simon, Clive and Jay sitting on the side of the bed. “Some of us out still too hot,” he said indicating myself and the others.
At that Jim and Keith quickly moved to the side of bed behind Jay with her in front of them and sat down holding their hands up to the draught. “It’s cool here mate,” said Keith to Phil “but there’s no room at the inn. Sorry.” They all laughed at that, enjoying the joke.
“Fine”, said Phil and before I knew it he had removed his shirt and trousers just standing there now in his boxers. He looked at my surprised face and put his hands up “Sorry mate, I’m not being funny. When I get to my room, first thing I do is strip off. We all do.”
I looked at the others drinking their cokes who nodded in agreement with Phil’s statement. “We’ve sat around in each other’s rooms nigh-on naked before drinking and having a laugh. I’ll get dressed. Come on guys, let’s leave these lovely people.”
He went to pick up his trousers but, being polite and not wishing to offend, especially since they had given up their fans I said “No mate, you’re alright. You can strip off as long as Jay’s okay with it?”
“Whatever, I don’t care” she said, still leaning back on one elbow with her eyes closed and taking sips from her drink not really paying attention to what was being said and occasionally fanning her dress.
“Okay,” said Phil “But you buggers need to also. I don’t want to stand here in my undies alone looking like a right dick.” They laughed at that and all stood and clothing started coming off everywhere until they were just in the underwear. They resumed the same positions as before with Simon and Clive either side of Jay with their bare legs touching hers.
They all had good bodies. Not macho six-packs, but slim, trim and firm in places. Apart from Simon who obviously worked out. I watched this and then said out loud “Oh, what the hell” and stripped down myself.
At this point I didn’t know what to think and reality kicked in. We had only known these guys for a couple of hours and now they were almost naked in our room. Quick flashes of rude excitement and imagination entered my head which were to be put away to be stored as a fantasy for another time.
This sort of thing only happens in films, not real life and I was sure that soon they would finish their drinks, dress and leave after polite conversation
“Feel free to strip off too,” said Phil to Jay. “I’m not being weird but we’re not here for any funny business and if you rather we left, we will.”
Jay opened her eyes and sat up. “Oh my” she said with a bit of a drunken slur. She looked genuinely surprised when she looked around her. She looked at me to gauge my reaction but I just shrugged my shoulders and smiled back. She grinned and started to laugh.
“It’s okay” she laughed “It’s fine. I would strip down, even in front of you lot. I wear a bikini on the beach so there’s not much difference is there?” The others shook their heads and a couple of no’s said. “But I can’t strip off” She said looking at me. I knew why.
“She can’t strip off as she’s not wearing any underwear” I said.
There was an embarrassing silence. The others looked at Phil, who looked at me and then back to the others. Jay started to laugh, the alcohol clearly working in her system.
“Right” said Phil and looked at me as if asking permission to do I knew not what. I just shrugged my shoulders and at that, he tugged his underwear off and kicked them to his pile of clothes. I didn’t expect him to do that, in fact, I didn’t know what he was going to do. He stood there naked with his hands on his hips.
It went quiet. The others looked at each other not sure what to do. Several seconds went by in silence which seemed like an eternity, especially for Phil who was starting to look embarrassed at his own bravado. Even Jay had stopped laughing. She was looking directly at Phil’s cock.
My cock is average. Phil’s was big, not porn start big, but bigger than mine by length and girth. Jay was only used to mine since we had met. I hadn’t really seen another man’s cock in the flesh. I’m not into ‘manly’ sports where everyone strips off together in the changing room and I just stood there staring.
This didn’t go unnoticed by Phil who, after a few seconds of me staring, gave a slight embarrassed cough. I actually felt sorry for Phil. He had come here with the others not for any funny business but to give us some fans. His bravado, probably bought on by a drink or two, was starting to come undone and now looked like he regretted it.
He was just trying to make Jay feel comfortable with the situation. Before anything was said I pulled at my own underwear and kicked my boxers away. I stood there in the same pose and Phil looked back with a grateful smile before we both laughed. Jay looked between us and then up at me.
She grinned and took another sip of wine. I didn’t know what her reaction might be but I could tell she was cool with the situation and would probably laugh about it later.
The others, who had been laughing at the pair of us suddenly stood up and pulled off their underwear and sat back down. Jay looked from left to right at the cocks either side of her within inches of her hands on her lap and started to drunkenly giggle, especially at Simons. I’ve seen black men’s cocks in porn films and they are always big.
This was big. Long and thick with the helmet looking thicker than the girth of the rest of the member. Again, I stared for a short while. All the guys were covering up their manhood’s with their hands, both in Simon’s case
After a bit of embarrassing silence where it seemed that no one knew what to say Phil held his hands out and said “There, we’re all naked. There’s nothing to be ashamed of now.” I could sense in his tone and manner that this was a real statement. He didn’t come here with his mates, thinking they’ll get a gangbang or something, he was genuine.
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