A short fantasy...
Finally, she pointed his cock at her face, then opened her mouth and drank the rest of his golden liquid.
"When my piss died down, she took me in her mouth and sucked me until I filled her mouth with my cum," Jason said with more pride than regret. "After that she just showered quickly, dressed and left. I'm not sure what this invitation is all about, but if it's a problem for you, I just won't go. Your friendship means more to me than some piss slut from Brighton"
"Naw, that's okay," Michael offered, "I'm not sure why I was getting jealous. It's not like we were dating or anything."
"Thanks Man," Jason replied, "I'm glad you feel that way, because I'm really interested at having another go with that wildcat."
"I hear ya!" Michael agreed, promising to drop both of their RSVPs in the post on his way to work that morning.
* * * * * *
Back her in room, Kirsty Mia fondled the three RSVP cards, eagerly looking forward to next Saturday. She hoped that Michael and Jason would be alright coming together, but didn't really know who else to invite, because she needed two other guys who were totally into pee. Looking down at her Literotia screen, she realized that the only unknown quantity was John.
She ran John's RSVP card under her nose again, sure she could smell his cologne on it. She hoped he would be as tender and attentive a lover as he is in his stories, and at least as good looking as his pictures. She knew he was older, going to be 50 this year, and that he had a bit of middle-aged spread. However, his face was extremely handsome, especially his twinkly brown eyes. He was very modest about his cock size in his stories, and she was hoping he wasn't too small. The more she thought about him, she found herself vacillating between being incredibly turned on by the prospect of finally getting to meet him in person, and being terrified that she has set herself up to be totally disappointed.
* * * * * *
As John sat in the training class, he continued to day dream about what might be in store for him in a few short days. He and Kirsty had agreed that they wouldn't meet or contact each other until the day of the event. This supposedly would allow him to concentrate in his training classes, and keep her from chickening out. He knew from her emails that this event would include another guy or two, because most of her fantasies did, but he was also assured that there would be no expectation of any guy-guy action.
Since he made his travel reservations, he started to watch what he ate, so he could lose weight and be in better shape when they finally got together, knowing this would make him more comfortable in front of the other guys. His hard work had paid off, and he was looking forward to showing off his new body to her on Saturday.
* * * * * *
Michael and Jason were first to arrive at the hotel on the day of the big event, heading straight up to the specified room, on the top floor. When they got there they found the door ajar, being held open by the deadbolt leaning against the outside door jamb. They pushed the door open, calling out for Kirsty Mia, but got no answer. They caught site of the bar in the far corner of the room and headed straight for it, where Jason fixed them both a scotch on the rocks.
Looking around the huge room they figured it had to be the honeymoon suite. There was a gas-lit fireplace on the opposite wall, and a large leather sofa in the middle of the room. There was a large set of double-doors on the West wall, which they figured was the master bedroom. They both fiddled with their set of colored disks as they talked about the strange invitation, trying to guess at what she might have in store for them that night.
"Hello?" the voice called into the room in an obvious American accent, as the door pushed open.
"Hey Pops, I think you're lost," Michael called back with a snicker, "the shuffleboard court is down by the pool."
As Michael and Jason shared a hea