Chapter 1: A night away
The hotel bar buzzed with a low, sultry hum, a symphony of clinking glasses and hushed conversations. The air was thick with the scent of aged whiskey and the faint, lingering perfume of a thousand different women. The dim lighting cast long, dancing shadows across the worn, velvet upholstery of the booths, where couples and solitary figures alike sought refuge.
Hannah took a sip of her Prosecco, feeling the bubbles tickle her nose as she scanned the room. Her eyes landed on a woman sitting alone at the bar, her auburn hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of fire. She was fair-skinned, with a soft, curvy figure that filled out her tight, low-cut dress in all the right places. Her E-cup tits were practically spilling out, and Hannah felt a familiar warmth stir between her legs.
"Max," she leaned in, whispering, "see that woman at the bar? The one with the red hair?"
Max followed her gaze, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Yeah, I see her. She's hot, you like her do you baby?” Max asked, his voice low and eager. Hannah nodded, her eyes never leaving the woman.
“Yeah she's fucking gorgeous. If I had to pick a women for my first time, it would be her,” Hannah said, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes still locked onto the woman at the bar.
Max chuckled, “Well, why can’t it be her?” he asked, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “You’ve always wanted to explore that side further and we never get a night alone, no one knows us here, why not make the most of it?”
Hannah felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine. Max was right, they were in a city far from home, no one knew them here. She took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. “I can’t just go talk to her, what if she isn’t even into girls?” she asked, her voice barely audible.
Max reached under the table and gave Hannah’s thigh a squeeze, smiling at her reassuringly, “you’ll never know if you don’t ask, and you don’t have to proposition her immediately, we’ll not if you don’t want to,” he chuckled. “Just go up to the bar and make conversation, you’ll soon find out if she’s attracted to you, look how fucking hot you look.”
Hannah looked down at her dress, a pretty black number that hugged her curves in all the right places. It made her feel sexy and confident whenever she worn it and she often got lots of attention from men and even some women.
Hannah had already drunk enough that evening to consider approaching the women but not enough the quell the nervous feeling building in the pit of her stomach. But there was another feeling, like butterflies, a feeling of excitement and anticipation that made her feel alive.
“I guess there no harm in just saying hi,” Hannah said, taking another sip of her Prosecco to calm her nerves.
“Exactly,” Max said, trying to reassure her, “just go say hello when you’re getting us another drink, completely casual, and see where it goes.” He gave her a playful wink, and Hannah felt a surge of courage.
She stood up, smoothing out her dress, and made her way to the bar, turning back to give Max a reassuring smile. He nodded, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
The woman looked up as Hannah approached, her green eyes meeting Hannah's gaze. She smiled, a slow, sultry smile that sent a jolt of electricity straight to Hannah's core.
"Is this seat taken?" Hannah asked, gesturing to the empty stool beside her.
The woman shook her head, "No, it's all yours," she replied, her voice smooth and husky.
Hannah sat down, signaling the bartender for another round of drinks. "I'm Hannah, by the way," she said, extending her hand.
The woman took it, her fingers wrapping around Hannah's in a firm, warm grip. "Ella," she replied, her eyes never leaving Hannah's.
“It so nice here,” Hannah said, trying to make conversation, nervousness still coursing through her veins.
“I know,” Ella replied, “i’m supposed to be meeting a tinder date here for a drink, but I think he’s stood me up ,” she said, her eyes flicking to her phone on the bar.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Hannah said, genuinely feeling bad for Ella. “I’m here with my husband, we’re celebrating our anniversary,” she said, gesturing to Max who was watching them from the booth, a wide grin on his face.
Ella looked over at Max, her eyes lingering on him for a moment before turning back to Hannah. “You two make a hot couple,” she said, a hint of something in her voice that made Hannah’s heart race.
“I made all this effort and I can’t even get a man to show up,” Ella sighed, pouting slightly.
“His loss,” Hannah said, her voice a little too eager, “I mean, me and my husband noticed you as soon as we walked in, you look stunning.”
Ella raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on her lips. “Oh yeah? And what did you think when you saw me?” she asked, her voice taking on a sultry tone.
Hannah felt a blush creep up her cheeks, her heart pounding in her chest. “I thought you were gorgeous,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ella's eyes widened slightly, a slow smile spreading across her face. "Is that so?" she asked, leaning in closer to Hannah. "And what exactly do you like about women like me?"
Hannah took a deep breath, her mind racing. She could feel the heat radiating from Ella's body, her scent, a mix of sweet perfume and something uniquely her, filling Hannah's nostrils. She felt a surge of courage, emboldened by the alcohol and the raw desire coursing through her veins.
“Well you’re really pretty,” Hannah started , her voice steady but breathless, “and I’ve always been into big boobs, and you’ve got a real curvy figure, you’re just sexy, he doesn’t know what he’s missing.”
Ella’s eyes were locked with Hannah’s, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. “You think so?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Hannah nodded, her eyes flicking down to Ella’s chest subconsciously and then back up to her face.
“I’m not as pretty as you,” Ella said, her voice soft, “but I do have a nice rack, don’t I?” she added, a playful smirk on her lips. The two girls laughed, the tension broken for a moment.
“If you’re by yourself, why don’t you come and join me and my husband for a drink, whilst you wait for your date?” Hannah
suggested, her voice steady and confident. She could feel the heat between her legs, her body aching with a desire she had never felt before.
Ella looked at Hannah, her eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and excitement. “I don’t know,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t want to intrude.”
“You won’t be,” Hannah insisted, her hand reaching out to touch Ella’s arm.
Ella looked at Hannah’s hand on her arm, her eyes flicking up to meet Hannah’s gaze. She took a deep breath, her chest heaving, and then nodded.
"Alright, why not? Let's have a drink," she said, her voice laced with a hint of mischief. Hannah felt a surge of excitement as Ella slid off her stool and followed her back to the booth where Max was waiting.
Max stood up as they approached, his eyes flicking between Hannah and Ella as he took the drink Hannah offered him. “Hi I’m Max,” he said, offering his hand to Ella. She took it, her fingers wrapping around his in a firm, warm grip.
“Ella,” she replied, her eyes never leaving Hannah’s.
Hannah sat down, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched Ella slide into the booth beside her. Max sat down on the other side, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he looked between the two women.
“Ella thinks she been stood up by her tinder date,” Hannah explained to Max sympathetically, “so I asked her to join us.”
Max smiled back at his wife, “we actually met on tinder,” he said “and look at us now.”
“So there is some hope,” Ella said, a playful smirk on her lips.
For the next hour or so the three of them talked, laughed, and drank. The conversation flowed easily between them, and Hannah found herself feeling more and more comfortable with Ella. She could feel the heat radiating from Ella's body, her scent filling her nostrils, and she found herself stealing glances at Ella's chest, her eyes lingering on the swell of her breasts.
Max watched the two women, a wide grin on his face. He had never seen Hannah so animated, so alive. He could see the desire in her eyes, the way she looked at Ella, and it turned him on. He had always been open-minded, always willing to explore new things, and this was no exception. He was excited to see where this night would lead.
As the night drew on, the bar began to empty and the three of them found themselves alone in the dimly lit booth.
“I should probably go,” Ella said, her voice hesitant as she looked at her phone. “It's getting late."
Hannah felt a pang of disappointment. "Why don't you come up to our room for a nightcap?" She suggested, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "We're right upstairs."
Ella looked at Max, then back at Hannah, her eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and desire. "Are you sure?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Hannah nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. "Yeah, come up," she said, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach.
Ella hesitated for a moment, then nodded, a slow smile spreading across her face, “okay, I’ll come up for a drink,” she said looking at Hannah.
“Great,” Max said, trying to hide his excitement. “Why don’t I get us some more drinks and I’ll meet you up there.”
Ella slide out of the booth, offering her hand to Hannah, who took it, a surge of excitement coursing through her as their skin touched and she slide out of the booth.
Ella didn’t let go of Hannah’s hand however and the two women walked hand in hand to the lifts.
Hannah could feel the electricity between them, her heart pounding in her chest as they stepped into the lift. Hannah pressed the button for their floor, her eyes never leaving Ella’s. The lift doors closed, and they were alone, the tension between them palpable.
As the lift began to ascend, Ella took a step closer to Hannah, her body pressing against hers. Hannah could feel Ella's breasts pressing against her own, her heart racing as Ella's hand reached up to cup her cheek. Ella's thumb brushed against Hannah's bottom lip, and Hannah couldn't help but part her lips, sucking the tip of Ella's thumb into her mouth.
Ella let out a soft moan, her eyes darkening with desire, the feeling between them clearly mutual as they looked into each others eyes.
The lift jolted to a stop , and the doors slid open. Hannah took Ella's hand, leading her down the hallway to their room. She could feel Ella's breath on her neck, her body pressed against hers as they walked. She could feel the heat radiating from Ella's body, her scent filling her nostrils, and she found herself wanting more.
As they reached the door, Hannah fumbled with the keycard, her hands shaking with anticipation. Ella took it from her, swiping it against the reader, and the door clicked open. They stepped inside, the room dimly lit by the soft glow of the bedside lamp as the door clicked shut behind them.