Events Out of Control (Holly Craig Erotica) Read online

  “Just air I expect, no harm done.” Holly simply nodded then rested her head on Maggie’s shoulder and sobbed gently, absorbing the protection and affection of hew new friend.

  As her tears abated and the huge heaving breaths faded away Maggie turned off the water and grabbed the soaps, giving one to Holly. They lathered each other up and Holly shuddered with delight when Maggie pulled her against her body. She groaned loudly as the girl’s slick skin slid against her own and Maggie’s leg slipped between her thighs. They danced slowly together until the effect wore off with the spray then Maggie turned her to face the tiled wall, knelt and ran a soapy hand over her buttocks, then between her legs and up over her pussy. Holly reached up and put her hands against the wall to steady herself, parting her legs a little to ensure she didn’t slip. Maggie washed her carefully but with maximum contact, using her arm to rub over her pussy as her fingers circled her stomach. Holly pushed her buttocks out towards her, feeling the erotic smoothness of her hand between her legs. Maggie withdrew her arm, focusing again on her buttocks and the tight cleft between them. She felt Maggie exploring her pussy, so soft, gentle and so very welcome. Her finger trailed up again and circled her anus which caused Holly to squeal in shock then as she calmed a little, the delight of her touch transformed the action into one of utter pleasure. The fingers became insistent around the tight little hole then a single finger slipped inside, no more than half an inch, probing and teasing. Holly held her breath, determined to say nothing in case the finger went away, and was rewarded by Maggie’s middle finger driving deep into her, pulling out and pushing in again, cleaning her in a way that made it difficult to remain standing.

  Holly rested her head against the cool tile of the wall knowing that she needed to come desperately by any means available. But to her dismay, and possibly because Maggie sensed her need, the finger slipped out and Maggie turned her round. She handed the soap to Holly and faced the wall. Maggie had slightly wider hips but was a similar height and weight. With the soap in her right hand she squatted behind her and soaped her buttocks then down over her inner thighs. She looked at her pussy with delight as it glistened in the light with little bubbles of soap dribbling down the tiny folds of her lips. She used both hands on her thighs, rubbing her pussy with the sides of her palms as she teased her a little. As she moved back and forth she focused on Maggie’s anus, a tiny, tight little hole which for some reason seemed to make her heart thump in her chest. She ran her thumb over it and Maggie reacted in almost the same way as Holly had by pushing out her buttocks in thanks. She scratched the crinkled skin with her nail, announcing her intention but never fulfilling it. She washed her pussy, pushing a finger inside her just an inch to see what it felt like. In the cool of the shower stall it was hot, slippery and Holly knew exactly how she must feel, then she ran three fingers over her then up to her clit. As she finished she stood, caressed her buttocks with one hand then cupped the girl’s breast with another. Without any further warning she slid her middle finger deep into Maggie’s anus which caused her to cry out with pleasure and excitement then giggle at Holly’s audacity and willingness to take the lead. With two or three deep strokes Holly finished cleaning her and they turned the warm water back on to rinse off. Maggie pulled her close and they kissed longingly as the soap suds ran down between their bodies.

  As they dried off Maggie looked at Holly in the big mirror then positioned her with her buttocks against the cool granite slab. She pushed her hand between Holly’s legs and looked her in the eye. “This is going to have to come off tonight, OK?”

  “What?” asked Holly, although she was fairly sure what Maggie meant.

  “This hair. It needs to go.”

  “Oh,” was all she could say. She thought of Ricky and then of her mother for some strange reason, wondering what they would say. Her mother need never know but Ricky would find out the minute she got home. That hair had been there since she was twelve and although she didn’t think it was a feature it belonged to her after all.

  Maggie took her hand. “Come on, let’s make sure Andrew is OK before we go down.” Maggie and Holly sat either side of him, naked, clean and smiling.

  “Good shower?” he asked.

  “Yeah, we’re all squeaky clean babe,” said Maggie. She took Holly’s hand and placed it again on his trousers while she kissed her man tenderly. Holly watched in fascination as Andrew opened his wife’s legs and gently touched her thighs. She could feel his hardness and again tried to work out where it started and finished but her attention was drawn to Maggie’s kisses and the way she leaned back against the sofa and moaned while Andrew touched her slowly and gently. She took his hand from her breast and reached over to Holly, placing it on her stomach then guiding him higher. He cupped her breasts while looking at her intently, his eyes looking at hers then down to her lips. Holly leaned slowly forward and kissed him, noting the change from Maggie’s kiss but still thrilled with the attention. Without thinking she slowly parted her legs and made no sound as his hand came to rest over her pussy. It was Maggie though who took hold of him and moved his hand gently over her mound.

  “She wants to get rid of this hair tonight, babe.” Holly wasn’t going to protest at the half-truth and watched his reaction of mild surprise.

  “Who do you want to do it for you?” he asked.

  Holly thought for a moment and a flash of erotic inspiration came to mind. “Both of you, on that big table in the dining area,” she said, grinning.

  “Oh good idea Hol!” said Maggie, nodding. “We’d better get ready, they should be here in ten minutes.” Holly sighed and looked at Maggie. “What?”

  Holly shook her head, looking down at Andrew’s hand between her legs. “Nothing.”

  “I know that look! Bad luck girl! You have to wait for stage three success before you can come.” Andrew drew his fingers across her pussy lips and she cried out in frustration. They laughed then Maggie got up and tossed Holly’s clothes over to her. “Show time!”

  “I don’t have any knickers!”

  “Correct. What’s the problem?”

  “I can’t go down there without anything on under my skirt!”

  “Holly, half the women at the conference will be going commando, believe me!”

  “But..”

  “Say it Hol,” said Maggie, pulling on her bra.

  Holly looked at them both then shrugged. “I’m so wet!” she said, giggling at the fact that she had even uttered those words in public.

  “I know you are. You’ll just have to take care of it somehow. Take some Kleenex or something in your laptop bag.” Her phone buzzed on the desk and she looked at it while she buttoned her shirt. “They’re here!” she squealed, grabbing Holly and kissing her passionately. “Let’s go!” Maggie pulled on her knickers and watched as Holly put her skirt on and pulled it down as far as possible on her hips. Holly was still shaking her head in disbelief as Maggie opened the main door and led the way to the elevator.

  As expected the event halls were deserted and the ladies headed straight for the Speaker Ready room as that was where the noise was coming from. Holly could see three men busy inside, unpacking boxes and laying cabling on the ground.

  “Ooh!” said Maggie.

  “You wouldn’t!”

  “Course not, but but’s OK to look, right?” One man stood apart and was on the phone. He waved when Maggie entered the room and put his phone away.

  “Hi, Maggie? Just calling you,” said the man who Maggie assumed to be the Manager.

  “Yeah, George?”

  “Yup, this is Dale and Jonquil. They’ll do the set up and initial config.”

  “Great, and this is Holly who is managing the event for us,” said Maggie, nodding at everyone.

  Three boxes were arranged on the floor and Maggie led Holly over to one of them which looked to be the most important. She crouched down and pulled out an instruction manual and as Holly joined her she handed her the manual.

  “What’s in that b
ox?” asked Maggie, pointing to one over by the Reception desk. The men turned and followed her finger. Maggie instantly slid her left hand under Holly’s skirt and felt her pussy making Holly gasp and wobble. Maggie laughed and as the men turned back she brought her hand to her nose as though covering her smile.

  Holly decided that crouching was a very bad move as it left her potentially visible from the front and obviously, she now realised, open to attack from behind. She blushed a little and stood, walked to the desk and was about to sit down on the stool when she realised that if she crossed her legs everyone could see and if she sat there normally then once again, everyone could probably see right up between her thighs and detect an absence of knickers. She leaned against the wall and pretended to read the manual while Maggie grinned at her and made a show of holding her fingers to her nose.

  “Holly, let’s go and check out the first breakout room. George, we’ll make sure that the panel outside the room is ready to go,” said Maggie, indicating to Holly that they should leave.

  “Sounds good, but it will take about twenty minutes to get this thing connected, is that OK?”

  “Sure, no problem.” Maggie led the way down the hall and took the first left which opened into another wide hall with four room signs either side indicating ‘Breakout 1’ through ‘Breakout 8’. They entered the first room and Maggie closed the door. It was almost dark inside with round tables and chairs set up in banquet style even though the room was going to be used only for technical presentations. Maggie took Holly’s hand and led her to the nearest table, moved a chair and made her sit on the table. She pushed her back and as her feet swung up into the air Maggie moved between her legs.

  “Maggie, no, someone will come in!”

  “You’re dripping girl!” whispered Maggie as she placed Holly’s feet on the table and parted her legs. Without any further warning she leaned down and licked very slowly from Holly’s anus and up into her pubic hair. Holly gasped and her hands banged down against the table, both sounds echoing around the room.

  “Maggie, please!” But Maggie wasn’t listening. She reached into her bag, pulled out some moist clean-up tissues and proceeded to wipe Holly’s pussy. She finished with a flourish and a quick circle around her anus then pulled her back onto her feet. Holly smoothed her skirt down and looked at the girl breathlessly. She felt so incredibly horny that even the little ornamental knobs on the backs of the chairs were of interest. Maggie handed her the sticky tissue.

  “No, Holly, you’re still a few hours away. Put that in your bag and just try to control yourself. Do those guys turn you on?”

  “No, not really,” she said, gazing longingly at the girl in front of her.

  “Oh Holly, you’re such a sweet girl!” said Maggie, kissing her. “Taste it?” Holly swallowed and nodded. She felt wobbly and thought that maybe she needed something inside her.

  They checked back in with George and his team. Work was progressing and they had the unit mounted and powered up with one cable connected out of the forty-eight that were available so they agreed that they would return at midnight, or sooner if he called them. Maggie stopped by the ATM and withdrew enough cash to make up the promised bonuses then they both took the elevator to the suite.

  Andrew was watching TV and waved happily at them both when Maggie gave him the thumbs-up sign. “Holly, you will need to call room service for the shaving things. Could you do it now because they won’t have many staff on at this time of night,” said Andrew, nodding at the phone.

  Holly understood it wasn’t a request and sat down at the desk. She re-connected her laptop then wiped the outer casing down where it had been in contact with the sticky tissue from her breakout room inspection. She threw both in the bin as Maggie came back in.

  “Mags, you don’t have any shaving stuff do you?” asked her husband.

  “No, just a razor that I’ve used before. It won’t be sharp enough for Holly, sorry. Come over here to the sofa.” Holly sat between Andrew and Maggie and yelped as Maggie pulled one leg over her thighs and pushed the other over Andrew’s, opening her wide. Hands roamed over her pussy and hair. “See, it’s quite thick here, but soft,” said Maggie.

  “Oh fuck!” gasped Holly as her head hit the back of the sofa.

  “Yeah, at least two new razors I think,” said Andrew, tugging at a few hairs.

  “Holly, get four. Sometimes they arrive blunt and useless. Plus some shaving cream, OK?” Maggie kissed her quickly and smiled at Andrew.

  “She’s so wet Mags!” said her husband. He wiped his finger up over Holly’s pussy then brushed it over her upper lip.

  “Don’t do that, she’ll be a shaking wreck in five minutes!” laughed Maggie as she watched the expression of lust on Holly’s pretty little face. She brushed a few loose strands of hair out of her face and smiled at her. “Come on, get on that phone Hol.”

  Holly sat at the desk and punched the button for Room Service. “Hello? This is suite 2215. Can you send up some shaving supplies please? What? Oh, right, some shaving cream and four razors.” There was a pause as the order was taken then Holly stared at the phone. “Oh, um,” she said as she shook her head and closed her eyes. “Ladies razors please. Yes, four. OK, thanks.” She put the phone down and Maggie laughed loudly, clapping her hands with delight.

  “So funny, Hol!”

  “God knows what she thought” said Holly, still staring at the phone.

  “They get the weirdest requests Hol, don’t worry.”

  Holly checked her email and the global news while Andrew went back to watching TV and Maggie responded to a text from George. Fifteen minutes after the phone call to Room service there was a knock at the door and Andrew got up to answer it. He returned almost immediately with a young man in hotel uniform behind him.

  “Holly, here are the shaving things you need,” he said, motioning at the bag the man carried. They both walked over to her as she sat at the desk, defenseless. Andrew took the bag and reached inside. “Here’s your shaving foam,” he said, handing it to her. Holly took it and glanced at the man, watching his expression. “And here’s the razors. One.” He handed her the razor and reached back into the bag. “Two,” he said, repeating the process for her maximum discomfort. “Three, and four. Do you think that will be enough?”

  “Yes, thank you,” mumbled Holly. The man stared at her impassively, more interested in a tip than what Holly might need four razors for at well past midnight on a Monday morning. She gave the man five dollars and Andrew escorted him out.

  “Well, all credit to that guy, didn’t bat an eyelid,” said Andrew.

  “That’s because he was staring at her boobs and legs, Andrew,” said Maggie, amused by the performance.

  “Ok, let’s move to the dining room. After we’ve made Holly look even more beautiful we can order something to eat, OK?” said Andrew. He went into the master bathroom and returned with two bath towels and a wet flannel then placed one of the towels at the head of the table. Holly stood there and looked down the length of the table towards the window.

  “Can we open the curtains?” she asked.

  “There’s nothing much to see, just darkness and a few rooftops,” said Maggie, walking over to the buttons which controlled the curtains.

  “I know, it would be nice to make it like a sort of ceremony. Or is that a bit weird?”

  “I think that’s a lovely idea Holly. Let’s adjust the lighting so that it’s almost all on you,” said Andrew. He fiddled with switches until the room did indeed look a little like a movie set, then both Andrew and Maggie came back to her side. Maggie guided Holly towards her and kissed her slowly, gently. She then turned her head to face Andrew and Holly gladly kissed him too. Between the two Johnsons Holly’s shirt and bra were removed and finally her skirt slipped down to the floor.

  Maggie took Holly’s hands and held them, grinning at her mischievously as Andrew removed his tie. “Just to make sure you stay still Hol,” she said as Andrew began to wrap the silk tie a
round her wrists. He tied it with a knot, gave it a tug to ensure it wasn’t going to slide off and then turned her head back to Maggie who kissed her and placed her buttocks against the table.

  Naked except for the tie, she leaned back on the table and Andrew arranged her feet so that the soles touched together and her legs were almost flat on the fluffy towel. Maggie took a position on the table above her head and pulled her wrists, stretching her arms.

  The cool wood on her back contrasted with the warmth of the bath towel under her buttocks and she tried to calm her rapid breathing. The lights above the conference table shone into her eyes and so she shut them, feeling gentle hands moving her legs a little, holding her toes and then heard the shaving foam being shaken. She felt like laughing at the situation, being naked at one in the morning with two people she hardly knew and about to let them shave her pubic hair which, in her mind, was one of the most intimate things anyone could possibly do to her.

  Maggie came up beside her and she sensed her lips close to her ear. “Andrew’s going to start it and get most of it off, then I’m going to finish it and make you super smooth.”

  “Thank you Maggie,” she said quietly. She meant it, for the attention, her technical prowess, her kisses and for mediating when it seemed that Andrew was about to call John Millsum. She felt a squirt of foam on her stomach, just above her hair. And thanks for the shower, for cleaning me and holding me while I cried continually in your arms. Even for the attention in the Breakout room, which Holly thought was more for Maggie’s pleasure than hers. And even for making me expose myself on the sofa while I gripped the arm and struggled to hold on to my sanity and intestines in that dark hour.

  She felt his hand smooth over the foam then spread it over her clit and down over her engorged lips and around her anus. She couldn’t feel the fingers themselves, just waves of thick, slippery foam as it expanded out to fill every crevice between her legs. She shifted slightly as Andrew repeated the movement and she groaned very quietly.