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The Brides Tale
Just had my hen night with the girls. It turned out very different to what I imagined.
We had decided to go away to a party town. Turned out that the town did not party on a Thursday. So we ended up back in my hotel room just after midnight. My maid of honour produced a pack of cards and we where all soon sat around the small circular coffee table wine in hand and various nibbles to hand.
I was persuaded that we should play trick or treat. We’d played this off and on over the years whilst going through adolescence and young adulthood. I hadn’t played it since, well my maid of honours wedding some five years earlier.
So, the rules, you are dealt a card each. You can pass your card to your left. The trick is not to be left with the losing card, the lowest. Deal passes one place right with every hand. Except if you’ve lost the previous hand it remains with the dealer. If you receive the lowest card at the end of the circle you can discard it and draw one from the deck instead but only if you give up a item of clothing, if you are still the lowest card and it’s a treat you have to pay up another item of clothing. Treat cards are hearts and diamonds, trick cards are clubs and spades. If you lose on a trick card you have to do a forfeit.
Well the first few hands where pretty tame. I’d end up out of my tights, another girl had removed her dress, another had flashed her panties, and another had had to down a shot with her boobs out. Really juvenile stuff.
Then I lost again to the maid of honour and I could see she was obviously pleased with herself and about to spring a trap.
“Run naked to the lift”, she said.
Everyone just burst out with peels of laughter. Well after collecting ourselves a bit and arguing the toss I knew I had no choice. It was pay up or probably be stripped and dumped somewhere terrible. One of the girls present had refused to do a topless run once I we’d stripped her and handcuffed her to a lamp post. Being a hen night I was sure that various things had been packed.
I was soon naked and stood at the bedroom door. I looked through the peep hole and could only see empty corridor. I pulled open the heavy door and turned the lock so that it wouldn’t lock but remain open on the lock bar. You can see I’ve learned the hotel corridor streaking procedure by experience.
It’s always nerve racking that first pulling open of the door. Someone can move quite fast and quietly on deep carpet hotel corridors. Whew empty. Tummy full of butterflies I now step out and the weight of the door close it ajar behind me. The door is pulled open by the maid of honour and the other two girls to watch me. They are now crowding the door entry way, if anyone came out of their room suddenly I’d surely be seen.
“Off you go then”, the maid of honour said.
“I’ll go to the door as agreed but not out to the lifts”. I said.
They all nodded. The original request was to go to the lifts which where beyond the secure door across the reception area. That would have been asking for trouble. So it was to be the security door.
Off I went along the corridor barely making a sound on the deep carpet. There was the noise of some fan or something in the air but other than that just the sound of my heart beating. I skipped down to the point of the t-junction where you needed to turn left to the secure door. Four room door passed. The internal fire day was propped open as it had been all stay. I peered around the corner to look down to the door which was my target. It seemed a lot further away than my memory. This was the most scary bit. Just me in the corridor if anyone came out behind me I’d be cut off and the girls couldn’t come to my aid. I slowly reached the door. As I got closer it seemed to get further away. I turned and now not bothered about listening for signs of life took to my heels for my room.
I collapsed in a naked heap on the bed. Everyone was wild and one of the girls was trying to keep us quiet so as not to wake anyone else.
We played on after I had recovered my clothes minus the penalty for not going to the lifts. After a few hands I had the maid of honour at my mercy. Well only one thing for her to do. She protested like always. She can dish it out but doesn’t like taking it.
It was great seeing her naked bum waddle off down the corridor and turn the corner. She immediately reappeared looking quite frantic and started back for the room before she could get half way back the reason for her alarm and abrupt return became clear. Two women in their late 30’s to early 40’s appeared in the corridor.
As she reached the room door with us all somewhat perplexed as what to do she cried out, “Shift let me in, I’m naked for heavens sake”. That just made us laugh and I noticed that the two women where laughing too. One past a comment, “Mind you don’t get a chill running around like that”. Whilst the other one just beamed a smile. For sure my heart was pounding and my stomach had knotted but that didn’t stop me getting a great mental picture of my maid of honour naked in a corridor being viewed by two female strangers. Just wish it had been two guys she would have freaked.
In the room we collapsed on the bed, some time passed. Then there was a knock at the door. I picked up the courage to answer it. It was the two women. They’d obviously been to their room and changed out of coats etc.
“So what is the occasion?” they asked and I explained and apologising for my maid of honours behaviour. They where sound inside and joining in the drinking having given up on the town themselves celebrating one of their 40th birthday.
They saw the cards and we explained the game and resulting dares. They didn’t believe us so they said and said that perhaps management would like to know what went on in their bedrooms. They then said that surely it should have been the bride running around naked not the maid of honour. The girls soon spragged on me. The birthday girl then said to the maid of honour, “So you where meant to go to the door”. She looked sheepish but answered “Yes”. “Well then don’t let us stop you completing your trick” she said. With a little more arm twisting my maid of honour is encouraged to draw cards for whether she will or won’t do it. The birthday girl won. Once more found herself naked and peering out of the door. She was soon a lovely naked sight as her bottom wobbled down the corridor. We all stood and encouraged her run calling out in a whisper “Quick, someone’s coming”.
Once back we all laughed and joked and generally got to know each other and more wine flowed. I then I do not know why asked if our guests had ever streak a hotel before. The answer was no. I said I thought they where chickens and they said they where not. So I challenged the birthday girl to a single card draw loser had to strip and run to the lifts not the door. Well I think she must have been very drunk like me because she agreed.
She took her time stripping naked and required some encouragement. Eventually she was naked. Pretty good shape. It took another five minutes at the door before she would pull it open and peer out and another couple before she would step out. Soon she was off along the corridor and I was all smiles at the naked rump and the fact that she hadn’t taken her swipe card. So once out in the reception area she’d be locked out. She was gone ages then all of a sudden from behind us came a voice. “Looking for me”. She’d realised her predicament but also realised that the other door next to the lifts allowed you around the hotel in the other direction. Fortunately the door was ajar.
We all agreed that was pretty brave of her. She said she was obviously the bravest since she’d gone all the way around. I disagreed saying that my maid of honour was the bravest because she’d been caught. But I was equally brave because I’d went first claiming it was always harder for the first one to go. The birthday girl’s friend said that she’d doubted my veracity and that I’d ran the halls naked. Well another card draw later and there I was once more naked doing the run.
This time though when I got to the security door I looked out to the reception desk and could see no sign of the night porter. That freaked me a bit where was he. I turned around slowly, no thank God not behind me. My neck and back prickled. I pulled open the handle and set off across the floor the tiles making my feet pitter-pat echoing off the painted walls. The door at the other side of reception was a please sight and feel as I pushed it open. I made sure it closed and was not just ajar. I already had had a terrible idea for the other woman.
I was in a short corridor to a secure door and then my heart pounded. Whew it was open. I now stepped back into a corridor lined with rooms which would eventually lead back to my room. That corridor seemed never ending until I got to the kink in it and could see my room and five smiling faces waiting for me.
By now we’d kind of established the fun for the evening. In between wine and nibbles cards would be drawn. Next was the none birthday girl against another of my bridesmaids. Who promptly lost and found herself very naked since she’d been shaven recently and it hadn’t grown back. I suddenly remembered about the door. To late she was already at the turn. Oh, I’d pay for this later. I meant for the other woman to be the one locked out naked. We waited and waited then suddenly she appeared. How had she managed it. Apparently the doors where ajar. The porter most have done his rounds that just added to the excitement.
Next my shy bridesmaid waged the other woman that she wouldn’t do it in reverse if she lost a draw. The bet was sweetened by my friend saying that she’d do it hands on head if she lost. Fortunately for my friend she won and the other woman ended up slowly stripping to an improvised band. Off she went and another love romp was seen wobbling away down the corridor. We turned around to wait and watch her return, time passed and she appeared breathless and blushing. Still all her charms on show. She’d gotten into the reception area when she realised that the porter was sitting behind the desk back of head to her watching TV with head phones in. She’d had to creep quietly across reception and then the door was so heavy to open quietly.
Lastly my shy bridesmaid was next after losing to the birthday girl. She was already topless from playing trick and treats so just her panties to come off. Soon in the corridor naked rump on show she was really hesitant but thankfully drunk enough to dull the pain and drunk enough to over come inhibitions. We awaited her return which had us all gob smacked her hands where on her head and she wasn’t alone but that’s another story.
The Brides Tale
Just had my hen night with the girls. It turned out very different to what I imagined.
We had decided to go away to a party town. Turned out that the town did not party on a Thursday. So we ended up back in my hotel room just after midnight. My maid of honour produced a pack of cards and we where all soon sat around the small circular coffee table wine in hand and various nibbles to hand.
I was persuaded that we should play trick or treat. We’d played this off and on over the years whilst going through adolescence and young adulthood. I hadn’t played it since, well my maid of honours wedding some five years earlier.
So, the rules, you are dealt a card each. You can pass your card to your left. The trick is not to be left with the losing card, the lowest. Deal passes one place right with every hand. Except if you’ve lost the previous hand it remains with the dealer. If you receive the lowest card at the end of the circle you can discard it and draw one from the deck instead but only if you give up a item of clothing, if you are still the lowest card and it’s a treat you have to pay up another item of clothing. Treat cards are hearts and diamonds, trick cards are clubs and spades. If you lose on a trick card you have to do a forfeit.
Well the first few hands where pretty tame. I’d end up out of my tights, another girl had removed her dress, another had flashed her panties, and another had had to down a shot with her boobs out. Really juvenile stuff.
Then I lost again to the maid of honour and I could see she was obviously pleased with herself and about to spring a trap.
“Run naked to the lift”, she said.
Everyone just burst out with peels of laughter. Well after collecting ourselves a bit and arguing the toss I knew I had no choice. It was pay up or probably be stripped and dumped somewhere terrible. One of the girls present had refused to do a topless run once I we’d stripped her and handcuffed her to a lamp post. Being a hen night I was sure that various things had been packed.
I was soon naked and stood at the bedroom door. I looked through the peep hole and could only see empty corridor. I pulled open the heavy door and turned the lock so that it wouldn’t lock but remain open on the lock bar. You can see I’ve learned the hotel corridor streaking procedure by experience.
It’s always nerve racking that first pulling open of the door. Someone can move quite fast and quietly on deep carpet hotel corridors. Whew empty. Tummy full of butterflies I now step out and the weight of the door close it ajar behind me. The door is pulled open by the maid of honour and the other two girls to watch me. They are now crowding the door entry way, if anyone came out of their room suddenly I’d surely be seen.
“Off you go then”, the maid of honour said.
“I’ll go to the door as agreed but not out to the lifts”. I said.
They all nodded. The original request was to go to the lifts which where beyond the secure door across the reception area. That would have been asking for trouble. So it was to be the security door.
Off I went along the corridor barely making a sound on the deep carpet. There was the noise of some fan or something in the air but other than that just the sound of my heart beating. I skipped down to the point of the t-junction where you needed to turn left to the secure door. Four room door passed. The internal fire day was propped open as it had been all stay. I peered around the corner to look down to the door which was my target. It seemed a lot further away than my memory. This was the most scary bit. Just me in the corridor if anyone came out behind me I’d be cut off and the girls couldn’t come to my aid. I slowly reached the door. As I got closer it seemed to get further away. I turned and now not bothered about listening for signs of life took to my heels for my room.
I collapsed in a naked heap on the bed. Everyone was wild and one of the girls was trying to keep us quiet so as not to wake anyone else.
We played on after I had recovered my clothes minus the penalty for not going to the lifts. After a few hands I had the maid of honour at my mercy. Well only one thing for her to do. She protested like always. She can dish it out but doesn’t like taking it.
It was great seeing her naked bum waddle off down the corridor and turn the corner. She immediately reappeared looking quite frantic and started back for the room before she could get half way back the reason for her alarm and abrupt return became clear. Two women in their late 30’s to early 40’s appeared in the corridor.
As she reached the room door with us all somewhat perplexed as what to do she cried out, “Shift let me in, I’m naked for heavens sake”. That just made us laugh and I noticed that the two women where laughing too. One past a comment, “Mind you don’t get a chill running around like that”. Whilst the other one just beamed a smile. For sure my heart was pounding and my stomach had knotted but that didn’t stop me getting a great mental picture of my maid of honour naked in a corridor being viewed by two female strangers. Just wish it had been two guys she would have freaked.
In the room we collapsed on the bed, some time passed. Then there was a knock at the door. I picked up the courage to answer it. It was the two women. They’d obviously been to their room and changed out of coats etc.
“So what is the occasion?” they asked and I explained and apologising for my maid of honours behaviour. They where sound inside and joining in the drinking having given up on the town themselves celebrating one of their 40th birthday.
They saw the cards and we explained the game and resulting dares. They didn’t believe us so they said and said that perhaps management would like to know what went on in their bedrooms. They then said that surely it should have been the bride running around naked not the maid of honour. The girls soon spragged on me. The birthday girl then said to the maid of honour, “So you where meant to go to the door”. She looked sheepish but answered “Yes”. “Well then don’t let us stop you completing your trick” she said. With a little more arm twisting my maid of honour is encouraged to draw cards for whether she will or won’t do it. The birthday girl won. Once more found herself naked and peering out of the door. She was soon a lovely naked sight as her bottom wobbled down the corridor. We all stood and encouraged her run calling out in a whisper “Quick, someone’s coming”.
Once back we all laughed and joked and generally got to know each other and more wine flowed. I then I do not know why asked if our guests had ever streak a hotel before. The answer was no. I said I thought they where chickens and they said they where not. So I challenged the birthday girl to a single card draw loser had to strip and run to the lifts not the door. Well I think she must have been very drunk like me because she agreed.
She took her time stripping naked and required some encouragement. Eventually she was naked. Pretty good shape. It took another five minutes at the door before she would pull it open and peer out and another couple before she would step out. Soon she was off along the corridor and I was all smiles at the naked rump and the fact that she hadn’t taken her swipe card. So once out in the reception area she’d be locked out. She was gone ages then all of a sudden from behind us came a voice. “Looking for me”. She’d realised her predicament but also realised that the other door next to the lifts allowed you around the hotel in the other direction. Fortunately the door was ajar.
We all agreed that was pretty brave of her. She said she was obviously the bravest since she’d gone all the way around. I disagreed saying that my maid of honour was the bravest because she’d been caught. But I was equally brave because I’d went first claiming it was always harder for the first one to go. The birthday girl’s friend said that she’d doubted my veracity and that I’d ran the halls naked. Well another card draw later and there I was once more naked doing the run.
This time though when I got to the security door I looked out to the reception desk and could see no sign of the night porter. That freaked me a bit where was he. I turned around slowly, no thank God not behind me. My neck and back prickled. I pulled open the handle and set off across the floor the tiles making my feet pitter-pat echoing off the painted walls. The door at the other side of reception was a please sight and feel as I pushed it open. I made sure it closed and was not just ajar. I already had had a terrible idea for the other woman.
I was in a short corridor to a secure door and then my heart pounded. Whew it was open. I now stepped back into a corridor lined with rooms which would eventually lead back to my room. That corridor seemed never ending until I got to the kink in it and could see my room and five smiling faces waiting for me.
By now we’d kind of established the fun for the evening. In between wine and nibbles cards would be drawn. Next was the none birthday girl against another of my bridesmaids. Who promptly lost and found herself very naked since she’d been shaven recently and it hadn’t grown back. I suddenly remembered about the door. To late she was already at the turn. Oh, I’d pay for this later. I meant for the other woman to be the one locked out naked. We waited and waited then suddenly she appeared. How had she managed it. Apparently the doors where ajar. The porter most have done his rounds that just added to the excitement.
Next my shy bridesmaid waged the other woman that she wouldn’t do it in reverse if she lost a draw. The bet was sweetened by my friend saying that she’d do it hands on head if she lost. Fortunately for my friend she won and the other woman ended up slowly stripping to an improvised band. Off she went and another love romp was seen wobbling away down the corridor. We turned around to wait and watch her return, time passed and she appeared breathless and blushing. Still all her charms on show. She’d gotten into the reception area when she realised that the porter was sitting behind the desk back of head to her watching TV with head phones in. She’d had to creep quietly across reception and then the door was so heavy to open quietly.
Lastly my shy bridesmaid was next after losing to the birthday girl. She was already topless from playing trick and treats so just her panties to come off. Soon in the corridor naked rump on show she was really hesitant but thankfully drunk enough to dull the pain and drunk enough to over come inhibitions. We awaited her return which had us all gob smacked her hands where on her head and she wasn’t alone but that’s another story.
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