Room In New York

Sophia and I agreed that once we stepped off the helicopter, we were committed and staying in character as Erica and Jennifer, which made the cab ride to the hotel a massive teasing session. We didn’t care who was watching or why. We were two women, obviously infatuated with each other, in New York for a wild time. I slid across the backseat over to Erica, putting one arm around her and letting my other arm rest on her lap with my hand on her thigh. I tugged at the hem of her skirt and she resisted. We kissed and I melted into her, wishing it really was just the two of us, free to do as we pleased. 

“Erica, I’ve missed you so much,” I said loud enough for the driver to hear. 

We continued to kiss and I noticed the driver glancing at us in the rear view.

“Jen, baby, we better straighten up. I think we’re almost there.”

“Lunch. Check into the hotel…shopping trip, then dinner…then after dinner. So little time.”

“I know! Wish we could just skip to after dinner. But you’re right. We should behave at least a little while longer.”

We had just enough time to repair any damage to makeup, hair and clothing before arriving at the hotel. I paid the driver with double the fare after he retrieved our bags and gave them to the hotel porter.

We looked each other over before entering the lobby. It was time to make an entrance.

“You look amazing, Erica!”

“Thanks, baby. You do, too! Look at this place. So beautiful. Thanks for making me come.”

“Oh, you’re so wicked!” I leaned in closer and whispered as we walked side by side into the lobby, “so very ready to make you really cum.”

“Mmmm, I can barely wait.”

We stopped at the front desk to check in and the clerk acted as though he was expecting us. He handed us our keys.

“One king suite with separate bath, sitting room and dining area,” he stated, then continued as if asking a question. “I hope it’s as expected.”

“What do you think, Erica?” 

“Maybe we should have dinner in, is what I think.”

“I have a note from a gentleman named Peter,” the clerk continued, handing me a small cream colored envelope addressed to Erica and Jennifer. “He has been expecting you and told me to make sure you have everything you need. Your luggage will be waiting for you in your room if you’d like to relax after your trip in our restaurant or the lounge. My name is Max and I am at your service.”

I opened the envelope as Max gave us directions to the elevators.  It was a dinner invitation. Everything seemed to be set. We thanked Max and turned to walk across the grand lobby with its high ceiling, marble floors, and cascades of fresh flowers. It felt like we were entering a different world. I took her hand, stopped and faced her when we were in the middle of the room and saw pure confidence in her expression. She made me feel warm and protected. We shared a short kiss for the benefit of anyone watching.

“This is so amazing,” I said unable to hold back a huge smile. And it was. No acting required.

“I know. It’s all so perfect. Let’s enjoy every minute. Lunch?”

“Yes! I’m absolutely starving. By the way, the dinner invitation is for tomorrow. We have the rest of today and all day tomorrow to ourselves.”

“Good thing. We have some shopping to do. And I need some new undies.”

“Me too! Let’s have lunch in the room and..”

“And I’ll show you my arsenal.”

When we got to our suite, we were both hungry and excited. It was all that we could do to order lunch before our bags arrived, then Sophia and I rushed to the bedroom. She started laying out her toys in a neat line on the crisp white duvet. She remembered to bring my favorite toy, the glass one with the enlarged tip and three bulges along the shaft. She and I stayed in character as Erica and Jennifer. So it was Erica that passed the beautiful little toy as if handing off a baton. The coolness of the glass in my hand instantly reminded me of my first time with Erica. I couldn’t be more aroused.

“What else did you bring for me?” I asked.

She did her cute, but evil grin, one of my favorite things, then started pulling bits and pieces leather straps and undies out of her bag and laid them out on the bed with the rest of her toy collection.

“Where are the instructions?”

Erica giggled and said that she’d have to show me herself. Then a thought crossed my mind.

“Hey, why don’t we give them a little show when our lunch arrives.’

“Brilliant! Reminds me of that first night when we met,” Erica said. “You threw the curtains open so that anyone could see us.”

“I’ll answer the door in a robe, naked underneath, of course.”

“Then I’ll come out of the bedroom completely naked, hair wet from the shower…”

I was giddy with excitement while we both threw off out clothes and they fell wherever, some on random pieces of furniture, a pair of panties on the floor, a bra hanging a across the back of a chair, my leggings splayed over the end of the bed. I grabbed a robe from the closet and Erica headed for the shower. 

I went into the dining area, barefoot and naked, holding the robe. There was a glossy blue pocket folder on the table, the kind hotels often use for information sheets and advertisements. But when I opened it, there was just one piece of paper and a sealed envelope. The instructions on the paper included a short list of shops and the name and number for a limo service. It said to open the envelope, making sure to note whether or not anyone had tampered with the seal. Inside there were two tickets to a show on Broadway and a code for the room safe.

There was a knock at our door, so I left the folder on the table and made my way to the door, sliding into the robe on the way, playing with the front so that the slightest movement could make it open. Looking through the peephole, there was a server, but Max was with him. I opened the door and followed them in, the server stopping with his cart near the table in the dining area.

As I approached, I lifted one knee just enough to push my robe apart. Max was in the middle of asking if everything was “to our liking” when his eyes moved, almost imperceptibly, down and then back up my partially exposed body. His voice never wavered.

“Everything is splendid,” I replied, just as Erica appeared, totally nude, from the bedroom, her long, dark brown hair wet from the shower.

“Hi, Max!” Erica walked directly over to me, putting her hands inside my robe on my hips and kissing me, then turned to face the server, who tried not to look and asked if there was anything else we needed. She said no and he excused himself, leaving just Max with us in the room.

“We’ll be seeing more of you, I hope,” I said to Max.

“As I said, whatever you need, I am here for you.” 

“Well…” Erica hesitated, “…we could use some really nice lubricant. Jennifer is so sensitive and I can be a little rough sometimes. Do you think you could help?”

“I’ll have the some delivered from the spa,” he replied. “Anything more, let me know when you need me, I mean, what…I should be going now.”

Erica giggled and I thanked Max as he turned to leave. Erica followed him out of our suite, standing naked in the hall.

“You’re marvelous, Max! We will let you know when we need you again.” I stood in the door, holding it open and watching as Max blushed, smiled and walked away. 

“Come back inside, Erica, I have a surprise for you.”

“Max is adorable. It’s tempting to follow him, but you know I can’t resist surprises, Jen Jen.”

She came in and I closed the door. Finally my crazy, naked friend was safe again. I was overwhelmed by a sense of relief and just wrapped myself around her, holding her tight. I felt her start to shake and she nearly collapsed in my arms. We stood there together and she started to cry. 

“That was insane,” was all that I could think to say. “Where the hell did that come from.

“Erica. She…I am unfiltered, unafraid, unstoppable and ready for anything.”

“Shit! This is going to be like an emotional roller coaster. Hope we’re up to it. You need to go throw on a robe and we need to eat.”

I told her about the folder, the Broadway show, the shops, and the limo service, then we opened the safe together. There was an envelope with $5,000 in cash, credit cards and IDs with our names. 

We ate in our robes. Before we finished, the lubricant showed up. I went to the door, my

robe closed and well-tied this time. The young woman from the spa handed me a small paper bag and left. My intense arousal from before returned in that moment.

Erica sat in the dining room sipping her wine. I pulled my chair away from the table, sitting with my legs spread in front of her, my robe fully open to expose myself to her. My breasts, small and firm, were punctuated by my erect nipples. My concentration on opening the package of Uberlube was complete to the point of not noticing that Erica was playing with her own nipples. 

I drizzled the lube freely on myself, not really trying to be precise, rather letting it fall where it may, flowing down the smooth, bare skin of my mons and over the clefts of my labia. She watched me, giving my gentle, slow erotic massage her full attention. She refrained from dipping into the same pool as me, instead touching her breasts with light strokes and letting her fingers roam across the soft white skin of her tummy, then down to her thighs and hips, driving me crazy with desire for her. 

With my buns pushed to the front edge of the seat, my hips tilted up, I pushed a single finger into my pussy then put it into my mouth, tasting the mix of lubricants…my own natural piquant with with the bland, slippery lube, at the same time feeling the tight ripeness of my anus with my other fingers, that sensitive spot sending a flood of tingly notes surging through every extremity. My fingers were now penetrating inside wherever they could explore, a pulsing upward push into my ass and a thrusting, ever quickening finger fucking in front. Erica kneeled on the floor in front of me, placing her hands on my thighs just above my knees. I shook and reflexively clinched both my ass and my pussy, squeezing my fingers and climaxing while she kissed along the insides of my thighs. 

I was a total mess. She stood in front of me, naked again, the robe on the floor around her feet. I wanted to fuck her, but I knew that really wasn’t what she wanted.

“Maybe we should call Max and tell him he’s needed,” I teased.

“Why not?” 

“He’s working. You could get him in trouble. Anyway, I desperately need a shower.”

I watched as she picked up the phone and asked for Max, then left her to shower. I heard the door to our suite open and hushed voices as I stepped into the warm stream of water. I could barely hear the sounds of them fucking in the next room, and it brought me a different kind of pleasure, knowing that Erica was letting Sophia have her way for a few minutes. I stayed in the shower until the telltale huffs of his orgasm found my ears, then dried myself off and entered the sitting room where Max and Erica were. He was already dressed and preparing to sneak away.

“Leaving so soon?“ I couldn’t resist the easy taunt.

“Oh, Jennifer. I thought…”

“No. No, Max. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. You’re fine.”

“Mmmm, very fine,” Erica added. 

“I really need to…”

“Yes, go. But remember this may be just the beginning.”

Erica was always planting seeds. How would this one grow?

After he left, we got serious about getting ourselves ready for whatever it was we were doing. Erica showered, for real this time. I put myself together enough to go shopping, all the while thinking of how things might happen with Peter. If the thought of relying on two agent trainees was a good idea, what did that really say about how much anyone knew about running an operation? Or maybe Sophia and I were an exceptionally good fit for this one situation. I just had to push all the way through whether anyone had all the answers or not.

My thoughts shifted to trying outfits on with Erica, then going to dinner and a show. It would just be the two of us, in character, being provocative and stirring things up like no one else could, apparently. 

I was living my fantasy, I thought, but it wasn’t me. It was Jennifer.