no reservations, part 5

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My day consisted of a series of meetings at a client’s office, working out details of a deal. Usually I’m laser-focused at such meetings, but this day I struggled to keep my mind on the business at hand. Nonetheless, it was a productive day and I left with deal points to bring our legal department so they could draft an agreement.

On my way back to the hotel, my cell rang and it was Jane suggesting I meet her and Felicia at a certain restaurant. I had been afraid to count on their company again that night, so this was a most welcome invitation.

I do have clearer memories of this meal. The restaurant was a trattoria. When I arrived, Jane and Felicia were already seated and sipping glasses of Negroamero from Puglia. I poured some, clinked glasses with them and drank this deep red wine with a hint of spice.

Jane and I both ordered insalata tricolore to start, and Felicia the steamed mussels. Watching this beautiful young woman slurp away at her mussels was extremely erotic, and while Felicia was oblivious to my attention, Jane was not. She ran her sandled foot up my leg and smiled at me.

For the next course, I had penne rigati carbonara, which held up well to the bold wine. Jane ordered farfalle in a pink sauce with porcini and sausage. Felicia had radiatore alfredo. Although this was not haute cuisine, we tasted each others’ dishes and I can report all were delicious.

We finished with espressos and biscotti. Although the meal wasn’t too heavy, we were grateful for the 10 block walk back to the hotel on a pleasant night. I was thrilled to have a woman on each arm, and while we said little on the stroll, our presence with each other was warm and comfortable.

Arriving at the hotel, I expected Felicia to ditch us for a club again, but instead the ladies led me to the elevator and up to the room. I said nothing so as not to break the spell.

We entered the room and Jane excused herself to the restroom. Felicia just stood there with a Cheshire cat grin. After a few minutes, Jane emerged dressed in black stockings, panties and bra. I stood there gape-mouthed while Felicia slithered into the bathroom. Jane led me over to a bed and began undressing me.

When I was naked, she pulled down the covers and instructed me to lie down, face up. I always follow such instructions. Felicia came around, and she was dressed in the same ensemble, but in white. I wondered if they had dreamt up a good cop, bad cop scenario. Not much time to wonder, because Jane produced a blindfold and proceeded to put it in place over my eyes and secured it.

I was told to lift my pelvis and felt a pillow being placed under my butt. Then, they must have walked to opposite sides of the bed because I felt both my arms being extended out and up, and then the sensation of something around my wrists. Then I experienced the same thing with my legs, pulled to a wide stance and then something on my ankles.

Jane said something to Felicia about getting the lube, and now I was concerned. I wanted to put my hand up to signal “stop” but it wouldn’t move. Then I felt something cool and wet near my anus.

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