I thought to myself. In the corners of my eye i see them look at eachother and wink. The hand of J, still on my knee, slided slowly towards the insid... of my leg. I was wearing a skirt with a panty, high heels, and tight closing shirt with just to much boob shown. I felt myself turning red. what if Z saw this? Btw, shouldnt i get to know J a little bit more first? A lot of questions went trough my head but i didnt get time to think about it. Before i knew i felt 2 warm lips in my neck. It was. And all the better in the long run. But even IF one of us still isn't in the mood...which is rare, but which has happened, we still take care of one another if the need and desire is there. Sometimes Frank just goes down on me until I cum, and then we call it a night. Or occasionally, if I don't feel like I'm ready to go again, I still treat him to something special, like one of my world-class blowjobs. But the point is...we don't deny one another anything, and we respect each other's needs,. At home I have a few girlfriends but I’m not officially out of the closet at work. I let my hair down when I travel. In Amsterdam I don’t have a lesbian contact I sleep with, but I do in London, Paris, Berlin, Tokyo and a few other large cities. In Amsterdam it’s hit and miss. I usually hit.Today I thought one of the women in a gallery was making a pass at me, but she didn’t appeal to me. I’m in a pretty touristy hotel and there are lots of British women. I think a small group are travelling. " Shweta, you're wet because of me. And you can't possibly stay out here in this condition for the next few hours. You'll catch a cold." Well..." She seemed to contemplate."I'll be a real gentleman, I promise. Come with me."Shweta agreed and gathered her stuff from the bartender and came with me. We walked soaking wet through the lobby, all eyes on the hot young thing with me as I picked up my keys from the front desk. We got into the lift and the bellboy smiled and took us to my floor.We got.