Bisexual Adventure (Part 1) Some time ago, a colleague and I were supposed to attend a refresher course, so after a few phone calls, we decided to stay at the same hotel. After settling in, we agreed that he would pick me up from my room so we could have dinner together. After a nice shower, I put on a small green lace thong and a black bra, then a t-shirt and jeans to go to the restaurant. At the appointed time, he knocked on my door. I let him in while I slipped on my sneakers. I squatted down to tie my shoelaces, which caused my t-shirt to ride up a bit and my pants to drop slightly, revealing my thong. I stood up, and that's when I caught his eye; there was no doubt he'd seen my thong. I put on a jacket, and we strolled to the restaurant right next to the hotel. The meal was very friendly; we talked about work, about this and that—the usual kind of conversation. After settling the bill, we returned to the hotel to go back to our respective rooms. He then confessed that he'd noticed I was wearing lace panties when he'd picked me up and that he'd been flustered since earlier, thinking about it throughout the meal. He asked if I often wore them, and I replied that I did, whenever possible, but that I'd prefer to keep it between us. We parted ways and went back to our rooms, arranging to meet the next morning for breakfast before heading to the internship. He said he'd pick me up again, just like that evening. Wondering what exactly he'd seen, I crouched down in front of the bedroom mirror again, pretending to tie my shoelaces. The result was the same: I could see my thong halfway up my buttocks, which immediately aroused me. I undressed, keeping only my underwear on, and looked at myself in the mirror again. I start getting a hard-on and caress my breasts through my bra, my other hand on my penis, wondering if he's doing the same. I finally lie down and quickly come in long spurts. After setting my alarm, I fall asleep immediately.As soon as my alarm went off, I jumped in the shower, attached my suction cup dildo, all the while imagining how my colleague's evening might have ended with him impaling me completely on it. I got out of the shower, dried myself, and chose a fresh, clean outfit for the day. I put on a white lace thong and the matching bra. I stood there for a while, looking at myself from every angle in the mirror. I liked the image it reflected, and despite being used to it, I started to get an erection. Finally, to calm my urges, I changed into jeans and a loose-fitting dark t-shirt that hid my bra. A few minutes later, he knocked on the door, and I let him into the room. I finished getting dressed, putting on a sweater, and suggested we go to breakfast. Before leaving, he asked if he could use my bathroom, which I agreed to without hesitation. It was only after he closed the door that I thought about my vibrator, still leaning against the shower wall, completely exposed, and my underwear from the night before, hanging behind the door. I hoped he wouldn't be shocked! He came out a few minutes later, telling me I must be quite the pig, judging by what he'd seen in the bathroom, which made me blush instantly. He asked if I was gay, and I told him I was bi. "Me," he said, "I'm straight, but since last night, I've been getting hard just imagining you in your panties, giving me head. I even jerked off when I got home from the restaurant!" He took my hand and guided it to his penis, and I could feel his hard cock through his pants; it looked like a good size. Too bad, no time for that now, but maybe tonight? We went to breakfast, and then the day began, unfolding slowly (too slowly).We returned to the hotel in the late afternoon, and he followed me to my room, entering at the same time as me. "I want you to suck me," he said. I'd been hard all day and had to relieve myself during my lunch break. He immediately pulled down his pants and put his hand on his erect penis. His briefs ...

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