Chapter Three - Part Two
They heard movement and a few seconds later Robert appeared holding the door open. He smiled. Robert had changed out of his wine stained pink shirt into a blue shirt but had continued with the t suit. But like Steve had gone for a tieless look this time.
“Come on in, the bottle’s already open,” Robert called, standing aside to welcome Steve and Linda into his room. Linda stepped forward and a grin slowly crept forward as she felt Robert's eyes follow her, the ruffling of his shirt collar as his head began to look lower. Steve had joined Linda in the grinning as he had seen Roberts first hand, as Steve became level with Roberts the man's head flicked back up and he looked at Steve rather sheepishly. Steve just gave him a wink to relieve his nerves.
Linda stepped through into the main body of the room. It was smaller than their room. Being in the wedding party they had access to the larger rooms available whilst Robert had settled for something simpler. She walked and stood, waiting by the foot of the bed where Steve came and joined her, slipping his arm around her waist. Robert gently closed the door before joining the others in the room. He went to slip past the duo to get to the desk, a tight squeeze that meant his belly brushed against Linda's curves, and proceeded to pull the chair out from under the desk which he placed alongside the armchair that was placed in the corner of the room, though at an angle so the desk chair and arm chair weren't both just facing the bed.
“I’m sorry, there's not as much room in here as I thought, it's a bit of a tight squeeze,” Robert said apologetically. “But sit where you want, I can take the wooden chair if it's easier”.
“That's alright pal, I'll take that, it's your booze we are drinking after all. It's the least I can do,” Steve replied, stepping ahead of Robert to take the wooden desk chair. He sat down and his large frame blocked out all sign of the chair being there visually, but the creak as he sat down told them it was there.
“And I'll take the bed if you don't mind, my legs are sore after that dancing and I need to stretch them out,” Linda said as she sat on the end of the bed. She scooted back a bit further so she could stretch her legs, and when she realised she may be too far for conversation she scooted up a bit nearer causing her dress to ride up a little bit showing the bottom of her legs. She found a position where she was leaning back on her arms, her breasts being pushed to the air where she could see both Steve and Robert struggling to take their eyes off her heaving chest.
Robert finally managed to, purely to settle himself down into the arm chair, before flicking his eyes back up to Linda’s body. “Oh, drinks!” He exclaimed as he caught himself and the situation and jumped from his seat. He grabbed two glasses and a mug that were on a tray towards the back of the desk and brought them forward. He grabbed a whisky bottle from the small fridge beneath the desk and began to pour out the drinks, saving the mug for himself. He grabbed the two glasses and handed them to Steve and Linda. As Linda lifted one arm up to grab the glass she looked down at her feet.
“Oh, does someone mind taking my shoes off for me, my feet are killing me”. She stretched her leg up and in front of her, her dress now falling further down her leg but not fully, revealing just enough leg to make Robert unable to avert his eyes again. For a brief awkward moment neither Steve nor Robert moved, each wanting to see what the other did. Steve then slipped off the chair and onto one knee where he slipped off one of the high heels, she then switched legs and he took off the other, before placing them gently by the bed. He held her foot in his hand for a second, before rubbing his thumb up the sole of her foot. Robert sank back into his arm chair and watched. Linda’s eyes flicked from one man to the other, the tension in the room was rising and she was loving it. In her head she began wondering how long until someone made that definitive move. For another minute or so Steve massaged her feet whilst Robert watched, and Linda began to make conversation.
After brief further introductions where Robert confirmed he ran the veterinary practice Steve took his place back in his chair. The trio chatted more, with the off innuendo thrown in by Linda or Steve trying to affirm their position to Robert. But it wasn't until the first round of drinks was over that Linda could make her next play.
Robert had stood up from the chair to grab the whisky bottle from the fridge again and as he opened it up, Linda spied some ice cubes through the srmee through door of the freezer box.
“Oh Robert, you wouldn't mind grabbing me one of those ice cubes would you?” She asked, nodding into the fridge before he closed the door. “I’m still boiling from all that dancing and need something more than the drink to cool me down”.
“Oh yeah, ca- can do. One sec,” Rob replied flustered. He placed the bottle on the desk and reached in and grabbed the ice cube tray. After snapping out one cube he kicked the door shut and turned and went to hand it to Linda.
“Oh just do me a favour, hold it on the side of my neck for me,” Linda asked, moving her head to one side. “I can't hold myself up with just the one arm for long”.
“Oh, well Steve, do -” He turned to hand the ice cube to Steve.
“Oh no mate, you just do that for her, I'll sort these drinks out,” Steve stood and began to pour more drinks into the glasses and mug. Robert looked sheepish but then coughed and instantly his demeanour changed. He knew why he had invited them up and this was how it started. He walked to alongside the bed and placed the ice cube, which had already started melting, onto the side of Linda’s neck.
Instantly drips began to form and started a journey over Linda’s neck, up and over her shoulder blades before a rapid descent down and over her tits. He watched the droplets with envy. Linda had closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure.
Steve finished the drinks and turned, he didn't bother to grab Linda’s glass but handed the mug over to Robert. He then grabbed his glass and leant back against the desk, watching the scene unfolded. Robert hadn't noticed it yet but Steve saw the slight widening over Linda’s legs.
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