Three Wishes - Pt. 01

3 Wishes - Part 1

The train pulled in around the last curve of the track past the familiar buildings of the city, I reached down to send you a message to tell you that I'm just arriving and get an excited response back from you

My watch buzzes a second later and it's you reminding me that you are such a good girl last week that maybe you'd like a bit of a treat as a response.

Me: "What kind?"

You: "Well, I thought you might give me three wishes? ????"

I think about this for a moment, realising that we have a lot of shared fantasies, but I could be opening myself up to something here.

You: "I want to introduce you to some friends of mine. Let's meet here.", and you send me a link to a bar in the city, not too far from my hotel.

I think for a second and realise that - with your friends along too - this is probably not going to get too out of hand so I respond back

Me: "Okay, three wishes it is since you were such a good girl."

I settle back into my seat for a minute or two thinking about last week, where you teased me by letting me know you had a remote control toy, and then let me reverse that tease by giving me control while you went to the supermarket culminating in a leg trembling orgasm you only just got back to your car in time for.

"Yes, you really were a very good girl"' I say to myself under my breath.

Then the train draws to a halt, and I grab my weekend bag from beside me on the seat and head to the hotel. It's in the city centre, not far from the station so an easy 10 min walk. The light rain doesn't bother me too much but the gloomier clouds in the distance don't bode well for the evening.

I know the way to the hotel by heart, it's not my first time here even if it is the first time we have met, so my mind starts to wander to what your wishes might entail. I'm a little nervous having given you a blank cheque by saying yes so easily but I know most of your kinks overlap nicely with mine, at they have least so far, so I put my concerns to the back of my mind for now. The hotel check-in is quick, and they've given me a nice suite as an upgrade on account of all the business travel I put their way.

I take a long hot shower in my hotel, making time for a couple of shower nudes I send to tease you before we meet.

I wonder what tonight will be like, what you have planned: this is your city after all or might as well be. I know it a little from the past but it's a long way from home, so you've planned our evening. I know we're meeting in a bar not too far from here, and I imagine we're going to eat somewhere or at least I hope so. I smile to myself as I wonder if maybe you've brought that remote controlled vibe with you, and whether if you'll let me tease you with it while we're out if so. I look down at my cock hardening at the thought of that. Not too long to wait before I find out.

I put on my jeans and white button down shirt, the one you've seen in a few off my Reddit posts. I like the idea of teasing you a little with the sight of something in real life that you've seen on me in some pretty NSFW circumstances.

It's about time to leave if I'm going to be on time to meet you, so I check Google maps on my phone and jog down the stairs and out through the hotel atrium. My watch buzzes again and I see the message from you

You: "We've got a table upstairs"

It's that weird time when shopping time has finished and the evening hasn't really begun yet, so the crowd is thin as I push the door open and walk in. A few couples, and some groups, surrounded by shopping bags from the Victorian Quarter and a bottle of Prosecco on ice.

I spot the stairs and make my way up, seeing you waving to me and smiling.

You're with not one friend to safeguard you, but two. A dark haired woman about your height who you introduce as Louise, another blonde called Sarah. I can see them looking me up and down appraising me as I say hello to everyone.

"Everyone, this is James" you say as I kiss you hello.

I look around, trying to seem friendly and definitely not a threat to you, but the appraising looks don't really seem to be assessing my 'threat level' a such, in fact I have more the feeling of a plate of food waiting too be devoured.

"You look just like in your pictures, Will!", you say smiling at me and squeezing my thigh as I take a seat next to you.

Before I can arch an eyebrow at why she's using my online name, or repay the compliment Louise exclaims, "Yeah, except you definitely have more on!".

I blush as I come to the realisation that you're not the only one in this circle who's seen me naked, in fact they probably all have.

"Sorry James," you say through a smile, "your shower pics came through while Louise had my phone."Half apologetically, half giggling.

I look at the floor for half a second, taking stock of the situation and decide to meet it head on.

"Well, what did you all think? I hope you liked what you saw."

"We still like it now," I hear Sarah speak up.

She's scrolling her phone and I can see it's my profile. I look at you quizzically, realising it wasn't just the pics I sent you from the shower that they've seen but my whole profile. Several pages of nudes.

"Is this the same shirt you have on?" asks Sarah.

She's proffering her phone to me showing a picture of me in the same shirt I'm wearing and nothing else, taken in a hotel room from a recent business trip, one that had particularly good lighting. I nod to acknowledge that it is and smile.

"Come on girls," you say "we have the real thing here, stop scrolling now, you can do that again when you're in private."

Phones go down onto the table and the conversation resumes, with your friends asking me where I've come from, and no small amount of inquisition about how we met, and what I get out of posting nudes online for free. I clarify that I don't do OnlyFans for Sarah, and for Louise that yes, on occasions I have taken requests from people I have a good connection with. Sarah comments that an ex of hers let her take some pics of him once, but they were nothing like what she's just seen. There's a nice buzz around the table as I feel I've been accepted, and if I'm honest, something a little more. Some excitement that I'm here in real life with you, and with your friends who have all seen me naked and seem to like it.

I notice our drinks are running dry and offer to go down to the bar for refills, coming back up with a tray of drinks setting them our for everyone. In contrast to the bar downstairs, the upstairs of the bar is still pretty empty and we have it mostly to ourselves for now, occupying a small side section overlooking the street but out of the way of the rest of the upstairs

As I sit down again, you beckon me closer and whisper part playfully, part seductively into my ear "How do you feel about giving the girls here a bit of a glimpse of the real thing? You did promise me some wishes."

The words send a shock through my body, and I'm not entirely sure how I want to respond. With your lips still next to my ear, your fingers reach the upper-most fastened button of my shirt and pop I open. I stand still, moving my face to look at you, daring you to continue. The next button, then the next pop open, until my shirt hangs completely open, and you put your hand on my bare chest to push me to sit back down.

"Don't button that back up until I say"

The conversation stops, it's clear to me this was discussed while I was at the bar, and all of you are in on it. You slide your hand under my shirt to tease my chest and nipple, making me sigh with pleasure.

"See, he likes his chest being touched," you tell the others.

Emotions swim through my head, part embarrassment of being exposed, however slightly, in front of one person I feel I know well, but have only just met in real life, and 2 who I've had no interaction with before, but who have seen me naked in many many poses. I look up to see first you, with a look of hunger and control in your face. And then Louise, and Sarah who are all very much enjoying the show.

You push the shirt off my right shoulder exposing me more and continue to stroke my chest.

"Oh you were right, he does have a great torso."

"He does like it doesn't he?"

It strange being talked about about in the third person, but not entirely unpleasant, at least not what your friends are saying about me anyway, or the way they're saying it. I smile a little nervously but make no attempt to stop proceedings, I'm enjoying the attention of your hand and of your friends' eyes. And besides, I did grant you three wishes. One down.....

I don't even flinch much when I feel Louise's hand cup my pec from the other side. My shirt now wide open as she copies your movements. My chest is now being stimulated from both sides, and I don't much care how much of me is on show. I shrug a little and my shirt slides off my shoulders and down my back. Trying to take back a little control, still not sure if this is my show or yours but enjoying it nonetheless. Your head moves down to my chest and I feel your hair tickle my check before your warm breath then your tongue flicks my nipple. I moan in pleasure as you stimulate my nipple, and feel my shirt slip from my back as you take the opportunity of my distraction to leave me shirtless for your friends.

You continue for a second or two, then move up and kiss my mouth and whisper

"I want you to stay like that..... for us"

I smile back at you, you know I like showing off, and look at your friends and their approving looks are breaking through any reluctance I have.

I look at you all and say "Well, I hope you all like what you see"

There are murmurs of approval, and a comment of "Well it's a good start"

Louise then slides a shot glass in front of me and whispers in my ear

"Drink up, and let's see where some more Dutch courage gets us"

I knock back the tequila and grimace at the aftertaste, then feel the warmth flow through me. However bad it tastes tequila is my party drink and always gets me in the mood, but in the mood for what? A part of my brain asks, but is ignored for now.

The chatter continues, a little louder now as we're all on our second drinks (or third for me). You have taken possession of my shirt, it's in your lap, I could easily reach it but I can see you're not going to give it up easily. Sarah slides in next to me taking Louise's place, looking to you rather than me. You smile at us both and say

"I think you should introduce yourself properly to James," you say.

And with that Sarah slides her hand across my chest teasing my nipples and pressing her boobs against my bare arm. You place your hand over Sarah's showing her how to turn me on, then pushing her hand down my bare chest to my jeans. One of you unbuckles my belt, I don't even know which, then the unbuttons my jeans are open too and you're both stroking my hard cock through my underwear everyone at the table can see how turned on I am, after a minute you both stop leaving me flustered and horny, breathing through my open mouth. My hard cock outlined through my underwear and a small wet spot of precum showing.

"I think he likes it," comments Louise

And in reply Sarah takes hold of my cock through my underwear and says "I think this is a pretty big clue don't you?"

Everybody laughs, including me though my laugh is a little uneasy.

"I think you're going to see it al

"I have seen it all before, and it's very very nice, but it's even nicer to feel it," you say, licking your lips, and sliding your hand down over my hard cock, a thin later of fabric separating me from your hand, so thin it feels like it's not there.

Another tequila is slid in front of me... I don't drink it just yet. I know it's intended to loosen my inhibitions / clothes some more and I'm not sure if I'm ready to take anything more off, especially here.

"I think it's time you took off those jeans for us. Those legs look great in the photos, I want to see if they're as good in real life," says Louise.

I smile, I can't believe I'm really thinking about acceding to this request. A part of me wants to. But no, it's too public, and you're all too fully clothed for me to be nude.

A voice in the back of my mind whispers 'but you know, they've seen you naked in pictures now anyway, and they like what they see, so how much more of a step is this really?'

As if you're reading my mind, I hear your soft voice whisper in my ear I think you're a hit with my friends don't you?"

I look at you and smile, a little sheepishly and nod.

You smile back at me mischievously and say, "Now do you think I'd like my second wish."

With all of the stimulation and some of the tequila, I'd forgotten I had agreed to this, and my previous assent had been based on a feeling of 'how far out of hand can it get with her friends here?' The answer to which is now looking like 'much more than you thought James.'

"I want that underwear of yours in my hands," you say to me with a naughty grin spreading over your face as you look at me.

I know I said I've already kinda said yeses, so now this is happening. I just need to think about how. The the tequila in front of me looks much more appetising now, and I knock it back without bothering with the salt or lime.

"All three of you need to be the other side of the table, or this isn't happening." I say, trying to get an element of control back.

My plan is to keep my modesty hidden, as best I can at least, using the table between us. There's no way of taking off my underwear without the jeans and shoes coming off, so there's no avoiding the fact I will be naked but for my socks, in a bar, in the city, with way too many people downstairs.

You all agree reluctantly to the terms, especially once you've made it clear to the girls what's coming off if they do.

'And no cameras!"

So with 6 pairs of eyes on me, but mercifully no phones, I manage to remove my shoes without moving much, then lift up my hips, and slide my jeans down. No need to undo them, you've done that job already. So down my thighs they go, over my knees and around my ankles. I hear comments that I'm not doing a great job hiding my hard cock, and I mentally make a note to raise my hips less when the underwear comes off.

The three of you staring agog, licking your lips and salivating at me is such a turn on I can't resist teasing my nipples and squeezing myself through my underwear.

Then the slightly tipsy chant of 'OFF, OFF, OFF' begins and I wonder for a moment, what will happen if more people come up.

But I'm wrapped up in the moment and don't think too long about the attention this might bring upstairs. This is it, I'm going to be naked in front of three very sexy women, in a bar. I take a deep breath and push the underwear down, over my knees and down to my ankles. The breeze on my exposed skin both a turn on, and a reminder of my state.

Still naked, modesty only protected by the table I pick up my underwear, and throw it to you. Leaning forward against the table to hide the view somewhat as I put my feet into the leg holes of my jeans

"Fuck, he's done it! I didn't think he would," mumbles Louise.

There are no words from you, just a bit of a glazed look at you stare at me in awe, or maybe hunger. I look back, wondering what your next wish would be, but proud to have fulfilled wishes number 1 and 2.

I slide my jeans up, over my hips and button them up, fastening the belt buckle and you walk around the table to me, lean in and kiss me hard breaking the kiss to say 'Thank you' quietly to me, "You're being a very good boy".

"You're welcome, but at some point tonight I want your underwear in my hands too," I smile back at you, seeing the excitement flare in your eyes at that thought.

Meanwhile Louise and Sarah have my underwear in their hands, fingering the mark of precum, and exclaiming loudly that I must have been close to orgasming for them, and I take a gulp as I realise they are probably right, and wonder quietly if I wanted that.

"Who's hungry?" you exclaim looking at your watch.

"Me! For cock," I hear back from Sarah, which results in some sniggering, "I'm texting my boyfriend now, he'd better be ready for me! He might need a bloody hard hat for the ride I'm going to give him."

"Our booking is in 15 mins, we'd better get going. Give James his shirt back" you say to Louise.

"Do you want to put it back on me?" I ask as she approaches.

And from there suddenly I'm surrounded by the three of you, sliding my shirt back up my arms. 6 hands exploring my chest, and one very definitely reaching under my jeans to feel the bare skin underneath.

Eventually the buttons are fastened and outwardly at least I'm fully dressed, but also fully stimulated. You lead us, down the stairs and past the bar. I wonder if anyone here could have guessed what went up upstairs just a few minutes ago. Then down to the busy street and along to the square,

Sarah hugs us all goodbye and heads off into the night to meet her boyfriend, and we walk down the street and into the Old Post Office, now a restaurant and bar. The rub of my jeans on skin they don't usually touch feeling strange but not entirely unpleasant.

The place looks classy, lots of people in tables by the window enjoying the views and sipping cocktails or wine. I see a table for the three of us expecting to be seated there, but you're talking with the Maitre d' and pointing to the booths in a row behind, no view of the city and for now at least empty. She shakes her head but you lean in and whisper something to her, and she looks at me, smiles and nods OK.

She grabs our menus and leads us to this, the quiet part of the restaurant, seating us in a U-shaped booth, a table in the centre, and leaves us for a few minutes but not before a meaningful look at me which makes me feel a couple of layers of clothing lighter.

I wonder why you asked for this table, and why she gave it to you when restaurants always want to look busy and seat people in the window whenever they can.

"Did you tell her it was my first time here or something Sophie?" I ask.

"Yeah something like that," you smirk.

The Maitre d' comes back and takes our drinks order, I'll be looking after you myself tonight what with you being back here and all. I'll let the rest of the staff know to focus on the front and we can have the back here to ourselves. She takes our drinks order, I join you girls on the fizz. The tequila has gone to my head a little bit, and another doesn't seem like a good idea. When it arrives the cool wine taste good and we all chink glasses and toast a fun evening, and the conversations begins again.

"So Mr Shears," begins Louise "I was looking at your pictures again."

A point that draws some laugher, and an "oh yeah, in the loos??" from you.

'"Do you take them all yourself, or have you posed for a photographer? Only they're not the kind of nudes I get sent."

I explain they're all me, some with a tripod and remote, some just propped up, and we scroll through her phone with me pointing out the ones from Japan where I used my tripod to get a few good shots in the hotel room.

Somewhere along the line the Maitre d' is back, and we order our food, and we're back to scrolling through my Reddit profile on your phone. Your hand on my thigh, exploring, finding the button fly of my jeans and slipping a finger in between the buttons fingertips touching me under my jeans. The virtual exposure, by means of my photos being scrolled in front of of me by Louise, at the same time as your teasing is starting to work its magic again.

The starters arrive, in the hands of Ellie the Maitre d', she places them in front of us and then stands next to me looking expectant.

"Is everything OK?" I ask.

"I think so, it's time to pay the price though," she replies.

I look puzzled at her, then feel you lean in again and whisper in my ear, "The price is your shirt babe, that's how we got the table and how we got Ellie serving us."

My eyes fly open and look at you.

"Would a tequila help?" Ellie smiles with intent, pushing the shot glass in front of me, "only I heard it helps loosen your buttons."

My head is swimming again, not sure quite what to do. This is a busy restaurant, OK we have the back of it to ourselves, but it's not just us here. The Maitre d' is in on it too, and thoroughly enjoying my discomfort from the look on her face, and who knows who else could be here

I haven't quite decided what to do when matters are taken out of my hands by you and Louise, who busy yourselves with the buttons on my shirt, and have it off my shoulders in no time and to my horror it's handed over to Ellie in payment.

"Thank you very much, that will do nicely," she smiles and turns to walk away from us, my shirt in her hand.

I look at you, and you smile, "eat up, the food here is really good and you've already paid for it."

I bite into the starters and you're right they are delicious, and don't last long. It might've helped to know the price up front though.

Ellie is back and quick to clear away our starter plates, enjoying her look at me eating shirtless in her restaurant.

"Are you ready for your mains?" She asks, looking at you, then at me licking her lips.

I think I know where this is going, and the untouched tequila from the starters looks more and more appealing. I reach for it, and knock it back.

"You know I'd have treated you all to dinner myself anyway if I'd known," I say, sucking the air down after the tequila.

"Oh but it's so much more fun, and even more of a treat this way," you reply with a grin and a grope of my bare chest.

Ellie is back with three delicious looking steaks on three plates for us, "shall I just take the payment now?" She grins at us.

"I think you should take the payment yourself Ellie," you beam at her and urge me up.

I stand, shaking a little in front of her and she places her hand on my chest, fingers tracing slowly down making my nipples tighten, and drawing a gasp from me. I'm hard from the excitement of this, I know it, and I know pretty soon that you, Louise and Ellie will all be certain of it too.

Ellie unbuckles me, and pings the button fly open one button at a time, takes my manhood in her hand stroking me gently and in those same strokes peeling away the last of my resistance.

"I'd like you to strip yourself for me," she says looking me directly in the eye "I want you naked here in front of us all in my restaurant."

I look from her, to you, to Louise, and I know that I want that too. With a deep breath, I push my jeans to the floor, take my shoes off that the heel and step out of all of them.

"Don't make her pick them up, you should give them to her," you say very much enjoying both the view and the control you have.

I bend over, pick up my jeans and hand them to Ellie. I'm standing there, a completely naked man in a city centre restaurant, by erection bobbing in front of me

"Thank you very much. Best tip I've had all week," she says looking me in the eye, then up and down, throwing them over her shoulder as she turns and walks back to the kitchen, leaving me with nothing but a pair of shoes.

You pat the leather of the booth seat indicating I should sit down again and as I do you lean in and kiss me hard, "thank you so much for going with this," you tell me "it's really turning me on."

This perks me up a little, "Oh really, and will you show me?" I say, eyebrows raised in hope.

"Maybe a little after the main, if you've been good," you say with a naughty smirk.

So we tuck into the steaks, I feel I've earned them after all. I'm looking for sustenance but also something to maybe take the alcohol buzz away and stop me making these decisions but on my head, I know that, one, I'm enjoying the attention I'm getting from you both and, two, the feeling of doing something daring because I've been asked to, and giving over an element of control is also quite the buzz for me.

"So now can you show me how turned on you are?" I ask you, raising my eyes in hope.

You take my hand and guide it under your skirt, up your inner thigh, and, just as I'm about to reach your underwear I feel your other hand circle my hard cock and begin to stroke me. I groan, and Louise looks up to see what's happening and is treated to the sight of me, naked in my seat next to her being stroked slowly by you, and at the same time you closing your eyes in pleasure and my fingertips find their way inside your underwear, stroking your lips up and down and dipping a fingertip inside your warm wetness.

Ellie is back to clear our plates, pausing to take in the view as I lean back completely on display to her, your hand stroking my clearly very hard cock, pre-cum dripping.

"Ready for dessert I see," she says with a smile that looks almost hungry.

"I think you should extract this payment yourself," you say to her, sliding out to let her slide in, "he likes his chest and nipples being teased, as well as, well that..." you giggle pointing to Ellie's hand on my hard cock.

You stand now opposite me, me completely naked being stroked very close to orgasm by your best friend and the Maitre d'. You eyes are locked with mine, you can see the desperation in my face, I'm so close now but also conflicted.... I shouldn't be cumming like this, not here, not like this but it's clear to me as you watch that it's not going to be a decision I get to make.

My eyes bulge and my cock twitches as Ellie asks, "Shall we have a discrete orgasm, or a screaming the house down?"

"Please...." I breath through gritted teeth, "just.... let... me... cum!"

"Oh James," you say, looking me in the eye with almost a note of pity, "she wasn't asking you."

The long firm strokes, and all the teasing you've orchestrated along the way, have worked their magic and what's coming is a foregone conclusion. And it won't be one of those quiet discrete orgasms I give myself in private. You can see in my eyes I'm going to feel this, and you can't resist a little tweak of your own nipple before your other hand slips under your skirt again.

I begin exhaling 'Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh' a note that doesn't stop, but all three of you know what it means. The first glob of cum leaves my cock and I groan, more and more comes out, hitting me high on my chest, our eyes continue to be locked but you can see I've lost control of everything else. My body spasming in pleasure as you watch your friend and the Maitre d' extract every ounce of pleasure from me.

I sit there drained for minute, a sheen of sweat on my skin but with a growing awareness that I'm naked, covered in my own cum in a restaurant.

"I think we need to get you cleaned up don't we?" You say.

"Yes, he can't possibly put his clothes on like that," chimes in Louise

Ellie offers to guide me discretely to some toilets she says won't be in use tonight. No-one thinks to let me cover up, and I'm still in a bit of a daze as Ellie takes me by the hand to guide me, naked, across the darkened unused part of the restaurant and down a corridor pushing the door open. I walk to the wash basins and and using paper towels clean the remnants of my orgasm from my body. Pausing to look at myself in the mirror and wonder how on earth it got to the point where I'm naked in a restaurant bathroom

"Three wishes huh Sophie?" I say under my breath. I guess I owe you for this.

My thoughts are put on pause when I hear the squeak of the door on its hinges. Fuck! No-one was supposed to be here!

Two very female voices enter the bathroom laughing slightly drunkenly. Fuck! Fuck! There's nowhere to hide, and no hiding my nakedness.

To be continued....