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Quite an Encounter – And, it Started at a Sports BTaking advantage of a recent baseball road trip, I happened upon what appeared to be a very nice sports bar. It was lunch time, so I figured “what the Hell?” (NOTE: this took place in St. Louis, Missouri, USA). Upon entry, the place was packed – even at the bar. I was about to leave for the next venue, when I heard a “Hey!” I glanced in the direction of the voice, and there was a very handsome couple in a booth. It was just the 2 of them, so I wandered over.”What’s up?” I spouted. They both smiled and asked if I’d like to join them. I returned the smile, introduced myself, and said “Wow – what a great invitation. People in the U.S. tend to not embrace communal dining like I enjoy in Europe. Thank you!”I sat, and they introduced themselves. Now, I was wearing baseball garb, but it was not attached to a particular team. They asked about it, and I said “After visiting 91 minor league stadiums and 23 major league stadiums, I’ve learned to be careful about the “colors” I fly.” They laughed and our server visited the booth shortly thereafter. She asked for a drink order, and I spoke up: “Since you were so generous in sharing the booth, the first round is on me!” They didn’t argue. The server was fetching drinks as we got the conversation going. He is originally from suburban St. Louis; she, a transplant from Paris, France. Dan was a great guy – much like me in gregariousness, great eye contact, etc. I’ve been a “people person” all my life.” Collette is a dark haired beauty, with equally dark eyes and fair skin. She’s been in the States for about 2 years, and Dan was about to introduce her to baseball (his passion, as well as mine). Drinks came, then another round – all the while conversation flowing like the beer. Jokes were flying as we engaged. I mentioned I was on a road trip for 2 weeks, catching as many games as I could. Dan was in awe of the number of venues I’d seen – envious, more accurately. Collette doesn’t understand the game, balıkesir escort as soccer is more her thing. Our conversation began to shift, as we shared more about ourselves. Dan was pulling Collette close to him, and I had to say to them “Dan, you’re a very lucky man to have such a beautiful woman on your arm – and, she speaks French!” Collette giggled and blushed; Dan’s chest expanded with pride. They asked about me and my travels, and I indicated that Northern France & Belgium were my favorite ports of call. Collette and I were speaking of villages and towns in the region, and the great dining we’d enjoyed. Dan was rather out of it, as he’d never been out of the U.S.At any rate, after 3 rounds of drinks and a bunch of appetizers, I mentioned how very friendly French women were to me in my travels. Collette asked, “And, how friendly is THAT?” I wasn’t sure how this would go over if I got detailed, but since they were early 30s, I presumed it would be OK. I told them of some of my exploits, with occasional one-niters and the occasional extension of my visits if the connection was right. Believe it or not, Collette now became the aggressor in conversation. She wanted details of my “exploits.” I shared them, since the 3 of us were now somewhat under the influence of beer and more intense chat. As I told tales out of school (play under restaurant tables, shared oralization of selective body parts, et al), Dan and Collette began to get pretty excited. I assumed they were simply acting out on a fantasy – it turns out they actually sought out “older” guys because of their experience and maturity. Collette was actually perspiring, and she grabbed the front of her button-up blouse – with one of the fastened buttons finding its way out of its hole. Cleavage abounded, especially for a fairly small, lithe woman. Dan looked at her, then looked and me, and winked. “What do you think of Collette? Isn’t she something!” I leaned into the two of them, and whispered: “Look, I’m balıkesir escort bayan not a dope. It’s pretty clear where this is leading. We can go through the formality of social graces, or simply find some privacy and continue our tet-e-tet.” Collette simply nodded; Dan also whispered “I’m so fucking hard right now. Yeah, let’s!” I called for the check, and we settled up. Out the door we went, and I said “My hotel is about a mile away, and it has a great bar!” Off we went. As we drove, I noticed they disappeared. I figured they may have lost interest or got scared. I arrived at the hotel. They arrived about 3 minutes later. Turns out, they stopped at a liquor store for a magnum of champagne. “Well, I guess the bar isn’t necessary!” I declared, and went to the front desk for a wine bucket filled w/ice. The 3 of us caught the elevator, and up we went. Arriving at the 12th floor, into my suite and music was turned on . We sat, continued our conversation. A few minutes, the bellman arrived with the ice. I hung a “Do Not Disturb” card on the door nob – and that was that. The world no longer existed for the 3 of us. I suggested Collette slowly undress for us, while Dan was instructed to strip from the waist down. A young man, Dan was still somewhat hard from the sports bar experience. Collette listened to the music, and timed her strip to the beat. She’d clearly done this before, though she was a bit tipsy and lost her balance a couple of times. Blouse, then skirt – leaving her in thigh-high hose, black lace panties and a matching bra. Dan’s hand was on his cock, slowly stroking. I appreciated the effort Collette put into her performance, noticing she was stabilizing and smiling in a smirky sort of way. She walked toward Dan, but then turned a bit, and walked directly to me. Dan didn’t say a word. He simply watched. As Collette unsnapped the front-hook bra, I pulled her close to me and caught 1/2 of the hook in my teeth. Collette picked up on the move, and spun about escort balıkesir – leaving her bra behind. Now the only thing keeping her from total nudity was the very tiny panties.At this point, I stood up – pulled Collette close to me – and guided her hands to my belt. She knew exactly what to do. As she began undressing me, I nodded to Dan and mouthed “Take it off!” Dan stood and began to strip, only in a very hurried way. His hard cock was bouncing and swaying as he pulled off one item after another. When I was naked, Collette went to her knees – began to blow on the head of my cock – and soon engulfed it with her small, wonderful mouth. Dan watched, advanced toward us, and stood near me – pumping his stiff member all the while. Since Collette was enjoying my cock, I reached down to Dan’s hand – removed it from his unit – and I proceeded to pump it. It was a test, to see exactly where he was in all this. He simply sighed, tipped his head back, and sighed again. Collette was sucking my cock – I was pumping Dan. It was a great start to an afternoon delight. One sexual indulgence after another was enjoyed. We skewered Collette, Dan and I, with her on all fours on the bed. I entered her slit from behind, while Dan probed her mouth with his quite large hard-on. We would switch off as to who did what to whom, and it was delightful and bawdy. As things were really heating up, I knew it was time to indulge w/Dan. Separating us from each other, I put Collette on an ottoman and instructed her to watch and play. She nodded, sat, spread her legs, and made love to her amazing – fragrant – woman tunnel. I could hear the wet sounds as she did so. I then put Dan on the bed, and we assumed the 69 position. As he and I enjoyed each others’ cock, we could sneak peeks at Collette as she masturbated in marvelous form. Her moans and whimpers were very hot, and our cocks became even more engorged.Dan was a great cocksucker, and I’ve been bi since age 14. As such, a great time was had by all. We bunked in for the night, sending for room service in the evening. No one was in any hurry to end the group grope – and we met the sunrise, the 3 of us still in the bed.What
a great way to spend an afternoon – evening – night time.And, yes, we missed the evening game!

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