The Mondrian (Ch. 03)

I woke up to the soft hum of the city outside our window at the Mondrian Hotel. Saturday morning was a rough one for me as I was slightly hungover from excessive drinking and smoking last night. I thought Coco would be the one out of it after taking on myself and Scott, but really I thought the pounding her ass took from our friend Carl would have wiped her out, but it did not. She was up and buzzing around the room when I finally climbed out of bed. She already showed and had breakfast waiting for me. Grateful, I gobbled it down with some well-needed coffee.

Coco decided she wanted to soak up some sun by the pool. After teasing that she was going to wear her peekaboo bikini that she wore in Cancun, I convinced her that might be a bad idea because she might have well just be nude.

After settling on her dark green teeny tiny bikini and a wrap, I accompanied Coco down to the pool area, and as we approached, I noticed that the atmosphere was more relaxed than I expected. The pool was surrounded by lounge chairs, and several woman there had ditched their tops, opting for just bikini bottoms. Coco, ever the confident one, didn't hesitate. She slipped off her cover-up and joined the others who were going for the no tan lines look... at least on the top half.

After she got situated, I headed up to the Sky Bar area of the hotel and ordered a couple of way too expensive cocktails. The bartender was a nice guy, pouring our drinks in larger than normal glasses and topping them off with and extra shot of vodka, but still, they were too expensive for my wallet.

I delivered the drink to Coco, who looked super sexy, glowing in the midday sun. As I pulled up a chair, I looked around at several silicon enhanced topless gals, I was happy Coco never went that route. I am a huge fan of her smallish, yet natural breasts with perky pink nipples.

Coco's phone buzzed on the table beside her, and she picked it up, her brows furrowing slightly as she read the text. She looked up at me and smiled, "Trina's on her way down," she said, putting her phone away.

I raised an eyebrow, curious. I had heard the name Trina before, Coco's free-spirited friend from her job in the make-up industry. I had seen a couple of selfie pictures on Coco's phone, so I was definitely looking forward to meeting her.

Several minutes later, she arrived. Trina was a gorgeous Puerto Rican woman. Her wild curly hair cascaded down her back, her caramel brown skin glowed in the sunlight, and her long legs seemed to go on for miles. She was wearing a wrap and a string bikini that left little to the imagination. I have to say, her round, perky breasts were a sight to behold.

"Mija!" she exclaimed, pulling Coco into a tight hug, both of their boobs touching. "You look fucking hot, girl!"

She turned to me and extended a hand, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You must be the Fred," she said, her voice a sultry purr. "I've heard so much about you."

As I shook her hand, I was already feeling the electric energy and beauty that Trina brought with her.

Trina pulled off her top as soon as she sat down, revealing her stunning breasts with both her nipples adorned with nipple rings. I quickly offered her my chair. She smiled at me, a slow, seductive smile.

"You're a sweetheart," she purred, taking the chair.

I returned with another chair and sat down, trying to act nonchalant, but I couldn't take my eyes off the two beautiful women in front of me.

As I sat there, taking in the stunning sight of Coco and Trina basking in the sun, I leaned over to Coco and said, "I'm going to run out and grab some food and more drinks for the room. You ladies enjoy yourselves, and I'll be back before you know it."

Coco looked up at me and smiled, her eyes hidden behind her sunglasses. "Sounds perfect, good," she said, her voice soft and content. Trina gave me a thumbs-up, her piercing nipple rings glinting in the sunlight.

After rushing to the market and nearby restaurant, I returned to the pool area, but Coco and Trina were nowhere to be found. I ventured back up to the room, finding Coco freshly showered and nude on the bed. Her completely shaved pussy had slight tan lines from her time out in the sun.

As I put the bags away, I joked, "Shouldn't you get dressed? Do you want your co-worker to see you naked?"

She laughed, "It's an all-nude weekend! Get naked or bounce!"

I laughed at that phrase, knowing where it originated. "I'll go get some ice", I said with a smile.

I grabbed the ice bucket and hustled down the hall to get some ice. When I returned, Coco was dressed in a tiny, white silky kimono, her perky nipples visibly straining against the thin fabric. She connected her phone to the bluetooth speaker and started playing some old school reggae music.

Trina, freshly showered, emerged from the bathroom, her wet, curly hair cascading down her back. She was wearing a similar kimono, but hers was a olive green color that contrasted beautifully with her caramel-toned skin. The kimono clung to her curves, and her pierced nipples were clearly visible, begging for attention. I quickly averted my gaze, not wanting to be too obvious.

I set the ice bucket down and started mixing the drinks, trying to act casual.

"Here's to day-drinking!" Coco exclaimed, raising her glass. Trina and I clinked glasses with her, and we all took a sip.

The music was infectious. Trina, stood up and started to dance her hips swaying seductively. The top of her kimono began to slip open slowly, and she made no effort to close it. I could see a little more of her perfectly, tanned body underneath. I could tell her breast were augmented, but it didn't bother me one bit, especially since I have a thing for pierced nipples, so this was a treat on top of another treat.

Coco unexpectedly asked for me to take a photo of them in their kimonos. They both sashayed across the room to where the light was best near the balcony door. I stood there, cameraphone in hand, feeling intrigued as Coco and Trina struck their poses.

Coco never brought other women into our circle, so this was definitely a different vibe. And to be honest, I was never interested in any other woman besides her. Sure, I'd look if the woman was worth looking at, but we both did.

The soft glow of the sun filtered through the balcony door, casting a warm light on their silky kimonos. I snapped a few pictures, playing along with the cheesy antics of these two grown women acting like silly 20-year olds.

Suddenly, Coco shouted, "Flash!" and in unison, they both dramatically opened their robes, striking a playful pose, exposing their bodies.

As I quickly took a few photos, I noticed Trina's unique anatomy. Of course, I was already admiring her pierced nipples and her round and firm breasts. Trina was fully shaved, but as I focused a little more, I noticed, she had a dainty girlcock dangling between her legs.

I felt a rush of surprise but managed to keep my composure, acting as if nothing was amiss. They both laughed and quickly closed their robes, tying them tightly as they continued their dance across the room and went over to the food, while my mind swirled from that unexpected sight.

Trina politely sung out, "This looks great, but, let me treat you two to lunch downstairs. They have amazing seafood cause I'm trying to keep my girlish figure in check!"

"Sure," I responded, knowing that these snacks were very basic and will probably come in handy later on when we get the munchies.

As we descended to the lobby, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement. Coco looked fucking stunning, her natural beauty enhanced by a touch of glamour, and Trina's dress left little to the imagination, accentuating her curves and I stole glances at her, admiring the way her dress hugged her body, the nipple rings visible through the sheer fabric.

An afternoon delight. Heads turned as we walked through the lobby, and I could feel the envy of other men as they glanced at the two beautiful women by my side. My mind was racing, wondering what the rest of the day would bring and how I could make the most of this unexpected scenario.

Our lunch was delicious and our conversations were joyful and full of laughter. This was a new experience for me as I never really hung out with Coco and another girl. We mostly hung out with other men who couldn't wait to get their hands on her and get inside her.

As we stepped into the elevator after lunch, the atmosphere shifted instantly. The doors had barely closed when Trina and Jessica turned to each other, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. I watched, mesmerized, as their tongues explored each other's mouths, their hands roaming freely.

By the time the elevator reached our floor, Trina's arousal was evident. A noticeable tent had formed under her mini skirt, her girlcock was standing at attention. Coco, always the adventurous one, lifted Trina's skirt and wrapped her hand around the hardened shaft, stroked it gently.

Coco led Trina out of the elevator, her hand still wrapped around Trina's cock, guiding her down the hall. The scene was incredibly erotic. Coco had a firm grip on Trina's girlcock, leading her like a leash.

Just as we passed a room, the door opened, and out stepped a middle-aged German tourist, his eyes widening in surprise as he took in the scene. He was clearly not expecting to see such a raw and explicit display in the hallway of a high-end hotel. He and I exchanged glances, and we both smiled, a mix of amusement and appreciation before he continued on his way, leaving us to our passionate parade.

After stumbling at the door to get the key card out of my pocket and into the slot, we poured into the room, both girls passionately making out with each other like it was their first date. I guess overall, it was. This was a brand new experience for me, but I played it off like it was normal.

Without prompting or discussion, Coco quickly shed her clothes in one smooth move, her body already familiar and comforting to me. After getting naked, she disappeared into the restroom, leaving me alone with Trina.

Trina, on the other hand, took her time, slowly peeling off her dress with a teasing slowness.

She turned her back to me and sashayed over to the other side of the room. She seemed to take her time as she hung her dress in the closet, giving me an unobstructed view of her tight, perfectly round ass.

I couldn't help but admire the way her body moved, the grace and confidence in every gesture. As she turned back around towards me, it was apparent she was aroused by Coco.

"Can you fix me a cocktail?" Trina purred out.

I nodded yes, as I turned on some music to make up for that awkward silence. It was a sight I had never seen before. Her girlcock was impressive, standing at attention with a rigidity that was almost unreal. The way it pointed upwards, defying gravity was a testament to her arousal and her response to my girl Coco.

I nonchalantly prepared cocktails for us all, but realized, once again, I needed to go get ice.

As I walked down the hallway to get the ice, my head was spinning as I was extremely intrigued with Coco's choice to bring Trina into our circle. I never thought I'd be in the mix with such a beautiful and sexy trans lady. It just never happen in my life. But, as I thought deeper, I might have been jumping the gun because within the moments they passionately made out, no one was focused on me, so I realized I might just be watching the antics only, and I was fine with that.

By the time I got back to the suite, the girls were definitely feeling groovy. The music playing was smooth and rhythmic as they both danced around the room.

Just then I felt I needed backup. But, who was open-minded enough to just go with the flow, whatever the flow was meant to be.

I grabbed my phone and texted Carl, just letting him know that the party is on the evening and he should come through. As a little joke I mentioned I was not covering his valet parking fee. Even though it was a joke, I did mean it. He agreed to come through as soon as possible and will handle his own parking.

The vibe in the suite was perfect. Low lights, smooth music, the lingering scent of sunscreen and weed. Coco and Trina got dressed, putting on their silky kimonos.

We were sitting around, lounging between sips and hits, laughing like there wasn't a clock in the world. Trina had this raw energy about her--sassy, flirtatious, effortlessly magnetic.

Then came the knock at the door. I opened the door and there he was--grinning, shades on, a bottle in one hand like he'd been summoned by the party gods themselves.

"Yo," Carl said, stepping inside--and stopping mid-stride.

His eyes locked instantly on the two women, then immediately on Trina. She was sitting on the edge of the couch now, legs crossed, one eyebrow raised like she was sizing him up already.

"Well damn, what's going on here dude?" Carl muttered to me, trying not to stare--but he was definitely staring.

Trina smiled like she caught him red-handed. "You must be Carl," she said, voice low and sultry.

Carl laughed awkwardly and spoke out mimicking Lando Calrissian, "Mmm, what do we have here?"

Coco laughed, walked over to Carl and gave him a big kiss hello.

Trina stood slowly, then she walked over to Carl and Coco. Carls eyes widened at the site of this tall, delicious Goddess. She extended a hand, but when Carl reached for it, she leaned in and kissed him on the cheek instead, letting her lips linger just a half second longer than polite.

"I'm Trina," she said plainly, her voice teasing. "You're tall. Nice to meet you!"

Carl blinked, clearly thrown for a second, but he played it cool. "You're trouble, aren't you?"

"Oh, the worst," she purred, turning back toward the couch with a sway that could've started a fire.

He looked at me like, who the hell is this woman, and I just shrugged, grinning.

After the first round of drinks, I suggested moving to the table for something with a little more structure. The chaos needed a frame. Something competitive. Something that would slow things down just enough to let us all catch our breath without killing the vibe.

"Spades," I said, pulling the deck of cards from my suitcase.

Coco's eyes lit up. "Oh hell yes. I've been waiting for a reason to trash talk."

"I don't know how to play," Trina said, already dragging her chair to the table.

"That's fine," Carl replied with a grin. "I'll teach you. But you gotta be my partner."

Coco raised an eyebrow. "You just met her and you're already risking your life with her as your Spades partner? Bold."

Trina smirked as she sat down across from Carl. "I like men who take risks."

Carl met her gaze, slow and steady. "Good. I'm not here to play it safe."

I took my seat across from Coco. She was already grinning watching Carl and Trina flirt with each other.

"Hope you two are ready to lose," she said, flipping her hair like it was part of a spell. "Because we're about to run this table."

She kicked off her flip-flops and stretched her leg under the table, her foot grazing against mine. Light at first. Then deliberate. She didn't break eye contact. Just let her toes drag up my shin, slow and teasing, before pulling back like nothing happened.

Carl was busy watching Trina shuffle the cards. Her fingers moved slow, languid, the cards slipping between them. She was so pretty that she was basically mesmerizing.

"You always make games this sexy?" Carl asked, leaning forward on his elbows, staring at her beautiful tits that kept spilling out of her kimono.

Trina looked up, playful and predatory. "Only when I want to win." As she leaned forward, putting her breasts casually on display as she dealt the first hand.

"You better be able to back up that talk," Carl said to Trina, throwing her a wink.

Trina smiled. "Don't worry. I'm good at keeping up... eventually."

We started the game. It was a mess, in the best way. Flirtation laced everything. Every glance, every touch.

Carl grinned. "Losers take a shot."

Trina poured out a glass full of vodka for herself. "Losers take a shot?" she said, eyes locked on Carl as she gulped down the Tito's brand vodka.

Luckily I bought two 1.75 bottles, so we were set for the evening. "Whoa! You go hard!" I said jokingly.

"All day, every-day!" Trina responded, catching the double entendre.

The games went on for about 30 minutes. We were all taking shots, smoking herb, listing to music and talking a whole lot of smack about each other and the game.

As the night pushed on, Coco suggested that we head downstairs to the hotel's area called Sky Bar, so we can take in some music and dancing.

After pouring ourselves two tall glasses of vodka and ginger beer, Carl and I went downstairs first to give the ladies a little time to get ready and dressed without our impatient energy messing up their vibe.

As Carl and I, leaned against the railing of the Sky Bar at the Mondrian, the cooler evening air was welcomed by us both. The music was hot, but it was the sight of Coco and our new friend Trina that has my heart skip a beat. Coco, my gorgeous Italian girlfriend, is a fucking vision in her tight, white mini dress, her curves hugged in all the right places and Trina, our new friend with that caramel complexion and a body made for sin, is causing a ruckus in her scandalously short mini skirt and low cut top, definitely no bra as her pierced nipped strained to be seen underneath the sheer fabric.

We greeted them, coupled off and started dancing. Carl danced with Trina and I with Coco. No one else was really dancing at the bar, so we sort of hung out in the corner having our own little party.

No panties on was definitely on the menu and every twirl Trina made dancing with Carl drove that point home. As Coco pointed out to me that the head of her girlcock peeked out for a brief moment. Coco and I shared a laugh.

As the night moved on, Carl was all over Trina, his hands on her hips as they danced intimately to the music.

Coco leans into me, her lips brushing my ear as she whispers, "Look at them, they are so fucking hot."

As the night deepens, the bar comes alive with an electric energy, and the dance floor becomes a writhing mass of bodies. Trina and Carl are lost in their own world, their dancing growing more intimate with each passing moment. The crowd presses in around them, but they seem oblivious to everyone else, their eyes locked onto each other.

The crowd around them seems to feed off their energy, the dance floor becoming a sea of sweaty, grinding bodies. Trina and Carl are even more entwined. Trina's skirt is riding up, her bare ass cheek peeking out as Carl grinds against her. The crowd around them is so dense, that no one seems to notice their intense display of passion.

After an hour of getting our groove on, we decided to head back upstairs for a nightcap.

The elevator ride up to our suite was charged with sexual tension. Trina and Carl are all over each other, their lips locked in a passionate kiss. Trina's back is pressed against the elevator wall, Carl's body pinning her in place as he devours her mouth.

Trina's skirt is riding up, her bare ass cheek peeking out as Carl grinds against her. Her girlcock is fully erect, poking out from under her short skirt, pointed towards the heavens. She tries to hide it, but it's impossible to ignore.

Coco, ever the icebreaker, knelt down in front of Trina, turns Trina around to face forward as she still locked lips with Carl. Coco leaned in with her tongue flicking out to lick the glistening pre-cum from the head of Trina's cock.

"Whoa!" Carl exclaims, his eyes wide with surprise.

He looks at Trina, then at Coco, then back at Trina, a look of realization dawning on his face. But he doesn't pull away, doesn't stop kissing her. If anything, it seemed like he was kissing her harder.

The elevator dings, the doors sliding open to reveal the hallway to our suite. Coco stands up, a smug smile on her face as she takes Trina's girlcock in her hand, leading her out of the elevator.

"Come on, you know the drill. Let's walk." Coco says, her voice laced with amusement.

Carl looks at me, a mix of shock and arousal in his eyes. I just smile, clapping him on the back as we follow the girls down the hall.

"You alright, man?" I ask, a grin spreading across my face.

"Never been better, Frank. Never been better," he replied, his eyes never leaving Trina's ass as we walk.

... to be continued.