Michaelishious - Vol. 2020

Dec. 20th: I love to tour (pt. 2)

My hair was still wet, and sprinkled droplets of water around my shoulders and down my back, while I was digging through my suitcase after my usual sleep wear. I didn't even bother to keep the towel around my waist. It was only me in here anyway, and I wasn't expecting any visitors.

That's why I froze when I thought I heard a faint knock on the door. My eyes widened by reflex and my heart rate picked up a bit, when flashbacks of the two young ladies and what they'd said to me, filled my mind. Then I laughed at myself and shook my head. My mother always told me I had a vivid imagination, but today it sure had gone completely and outrageously berserk. No doubt about that.

"You're imagining things," I said to myself, and pulled out a pair of striped pyjama pants and a white t-shirt. But before I could even start putting them on, there was another knock on the door. And this time I knew I heard right.

"Coming!" I yelled. Then I quickly put on my clothes and tried to stifle the sudden panic from skipping my boxer. Heck, whoever it was, had to be aware that people usually go to bed at this hour, and that wearing a pyjama would be perfectly natural. Although, if it turned out to be someone from my tour group, I'd probably feel embarrassed and awkward for the rest of the tour. But I'd survive. Whoever it was probably wouldn't notice that I was going commando anyway. Unless...

"Please, God. Don't let it be who I think it is."

I took a deep breath and straightened my shoulders to look casual. Then I opened.

"Good evening, stallion. Are you ready for a ride?"

Two tall blondes walked right into my room, with high strides and even taller heels. And both were dressed in the skimpiest dresses I'd ever seen up close. They literally left nothing to the imagination. I could even see their nipples!

"Holy..." I started, but cut myself off by clearing my voice. Then I nervously started scratching my neck and tried not to stare. But no matter how hard I tried to look at the floor, the TV, my toes or the desk, my eyes were pulled back to their gorgeous bodies like iron to a magnet.

"We brought some champagne. I hope you don't mind," one of them asked, and my mind went overdrive trying to remember which was who of them. But after what felt like an eternity wracking my brain, I gave up and nodded.

"No. Not at all. I... Uh."

What should I say? What should I do? Was I wrong for assuming that they would fulfill their promises from earlier?

I didn't have to wonder very long. After pouring all of us a glass of champagne, they sat down on the bed and patted for me to sit between them. And after a moment's hesitation, I did.

"Lovely welcome you've got there," the one with the longest hair said, and just as she leaned closer I suddenly remembered that her name was Birgitta. That would mean that the other one was Theresa.

Bright moment, Jackson. You haven't been this lost since you lost your fucking virginity.

"Quite impressive, if I must say."

I still had no clue what she was talking about, since I was busy being proud of myself for being able to tell them apart. So when she placed her palm directly on my dick, I gasped in surprise. Christ! The choice to skip my boxer was definitely a bad move. I was hard as steel.