E is for Erica

On the one hand I was SO enjoying myself, SO aroused, so excited by this new experience. Yet on the other hand - something was wrong. Not that I was fondling Erica's genitals, not that it was a wrong thing to do. Indeed I was becoming more and more convinced this was right, it was just that - the situation wasn't quite right. And again, it wasn't so much that my first 'gay' experience was being observed by about a dozen men from the front door and windows of the hotel, it was just that my thoughts were moving forward, into a scenario I couldn't see being played out there in the car park. I broke the kiss.

"Erica, can we ...?" Again.

"Ben, darling, of course we can."

She smiled, we disentangled ourselves and, simply holding hands, headed back towards the front of the hotel. By the time we got back into the front door all the voyeurs had moved back a bit, they were milling round in the lobby, some looking guilty, some not at all worried about their behaviour, just leering towards us. I didn't care. I held on firmly and very obviously to my 'girlfriend's' hand, walking steadily past them and down the short corridor to room 15. I unlocked the door, we went in. Erica took the key from me and locked the door from the inside.

"I think you need another drink, Ben. Where's the mini-bar?"

We sat there for quite a few minutes side-by-side on the bed, she with another gin-and-tonic, I had a small scotch. We kissed a little, we caressed, we fondled, we groped. Then she stood up.

"Give me a minute, Ben".

She headed for the small bathroom, turning first to speak.

"I like to keep my lingerie on, Ben. Is that OK with you?"

"Oh yes, sure."

"But I do like to see a man naked."

She went into the bathroom. When she emerged a few minutes later she was carrying her dress. She put it down on the small chair beside the bed and turned to look towards me. I was naked.

"Well, Ben?"