Montreal
My girlfriend and I got away for a weekend in Montreal before the pandemic kicked in. We stayed at a nice boutique hotel in Old Montreal and enjoyed some great meals and shopping. We also had a crazy unexpected adventure one evening that started in the bar at our hotel. Let me tell you what happened.
On the way out to dinner we noticed how warm and comfortable the hotel bar looked and both commented that maybe we should come back there after dinner for a drink.
It was a cold Montreal evening and fortunately the restaurant was only half a block from the hotel because we really weren’t prepared or dressed for an extended walk. I had on only a sports jacket and my girlfriend wore a little dress with (brrr!) bare legs.
We enjoyed a great meal and some fine wine and then returned to the hotel bar.
It was busier now than it had been earlier as bars tend to get.
None the less, it was warm and inviting on a cold night with big comfortable couches and chairs and a number of roaring fireplaces.
I excused myself to use the restroom while my girlfriend ordered us a drink from the bar.
When I returned, I found her talking to four athletic looking men whom she introduced to me as being hockey players with whom she had overlapped numerous times at a training centre where she had done her own training for women’s hockey.
You see my girlfriend is an athlete, having competed at very high levels of sport. She is also beautiful and extremely fit.
Anyway, it was obvious that none of this was lost on the four men who were engaging her in rambunctious and flirtatious conversation.
We decided to go sit in a more private adjoining library room with its own big fireplace separate and away from the crowd at the bar, she and I on one couch, two of the others on an opposing couch, and the other two sitting in individual wing backed chairs.
As she sat down and her dress slid up her muscled legs, I could see that it had drawn the attention of all four of the men who had joined us.
We sat and we drank and we laughed and the warmth of the fire was splendid. Every time my girlfriend moved around on the couch her dress would slip up a bit and she was constantly having to adjust it.
This prompted one of the others to say, “you don’t have to push that down on my account. I’m enjoying the view”. She laughed and very well knew that she was the focus of attention and I could tell she was enjoying herself.
I don’t know if it was the drinks I had consumed, the warmth of the fire or the obvious sexual tension in the air but I found myself putting my hand on my girlfriend’s thigh and pushing her dress up slightly higher.
The eyes of the men sitting across from us were laser locked on her as I did this. I saw that she was also watching them watch her.
I pushed her dress up higher and higher eventually revealing her pink panties.
It was as if the world stood still. Maybe it was the fire but my face felt flushed. These men were locked on the sight of her now exposed panties and she was watching them watch her.
Finally, I used a finger to pull her panties to one side and revealed her nicely trimmed pussy that was red and moist to my touch.
I started to rub her clitoris as she moaned and sunk further down into her seat spreading her legs slightly wider.
I saw at least one of the men lick his lips while another started gently touching his cock through his pants.
They stared. She stared back. I kept on tracing little circles on her now engorged clit.
Finally, she exploded in an intense orgasm as she ground her horny pussy against my hand. Apparently being watched and watching had really turned her on.
I slid her panties back over her pussy and she straightened out her dress and said to no one in particular, “as I were saying” ……… which caused everyone in our little group to burst out laughing.
This was the beginning of a very exciting night of twists and turns and new experiences– the rest of which I will have to save for another day. Watch for Part II of our Montreal adventure coming soon. It’s a doozy.
- M.T