Prom Night
by Alex
Copyright© 2025 by Alex
Erotica Sex Story: A couple who enjoy inviting strangers to their hotel suite for parties, encounter another young couple attending prom...
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual Orgy Swinging Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Voyeurism Size .
As we often did on Saturday nights, Kathryn and I checked into our usual suite at our favorite hotel in the downtown district. We planned to party a little and stocked our room with the necessary liquor and mixers for making margaritas. We even purchased a small bottle of expensive tequila to shoot in between our salty cocktails. Two joints of some killer, one-hit weed rounded out our party supplies.
As we rode the elevator to the top floor, I noticed a lot of young people dressed in formal wear. It was then that it dawned on me that this was Prom season and the place was partially filled with teenagers getting their first chance at playing grownup.
Just as we opened the door to our suite, a young couple came out of the neighboring room, dressed for the dance they would hopefully remember for the rest of their lives. I said hello and asked if they were going to be partying all night?
The young man looked crestfallen and told me that he had been unable to get any alcohol for the evening due to his age. He was about 6 ft tall, blonde, and a damn good-looking kid, obviously some sort of athlete. His date was dark-haired and green-eyed, petite. Her tight-fitting dress made it apparent that she had a hell of a little body. I guessed both of their ages at eighteen.
I smiled sympathetically and told him that we would probably return between midnight and one, and that they were welcome to stop by for a drink. He told me his name was Jason and his date was Karen, and they might just take us up on that. As soon as I was inside the door, Kathryn gave me a pirate’s smile and wanted to know just what sort of foul deeds I was contemplating. I gave her my best innocent smile and headed off to the shower to start getting ready.
Once we were both showered and dressed, Kathryn and I toured the downtown bars, playfully flirting with people we met. Some nights, we would pick out a couple and, if the chemistry felt right, invite them back to our suite for a little late-night romp. Sometimes it was just playful, sometimes there was some serious sex involved.
I guess Kathryn was feeling a little passionate that evening, since she kept pointing out prospects that I always vetoed. One of our guidelines is that we have to agree on the people we approach. By the end of the evening, I think she was a little pissed at me.
We called it quits around midnight and arrived back at the hotel at 12:30. We had not even sat down when there was a knock at the door. I went and answered it, and Jason, the prom kid from earlier that evening, was standing in the hall looking a bit nervous. I told him to return to his room and wait a minute.
Our rooms adjoined, and there was a double barrier door that was used to turn our suite and their single room into a combined two-bedroom suite. I opened the door on my side and banged on the door on their side. It took them a couple of minutes to figure the door system out, but they got it opened. I explained that now nobody would have to roam the hallway just to get five feet from one room to the other.
Jason and his girlfriend, Karen, both came in and sat on the sofa in the living room. I had forgotten that before we had left, I had ordered the one-price, all-night adult channel, and it was playing on the screen in this room with the sound turned down. At first, I thought of turning it off, but then decided that this was my damn room, and I would do as I please.
Besides, Karen appeared to be fascinated; staring at the images like the answer to the meaning of life could be deduced from watching people fuck. Jason, on the other hand, seemed content to follow Kathryn, in her low-cut, tight jeans, around the room with his eyes.
Kathryn headed off to the bedroom to change, flashing me that accusative smile again. I did the honors, whipping up four margaritas and four shots of straight tequila. With lemons and salt all around, the kids and I slammed the scorching liquid before beginning to sip the salty mixed drinks.
When Kathryn came back out, she was still in her jeans, but she had put on a more casual crop top and comfortable sandals. She acted pissed that we didn’t wait on her to take our shots, and Jason apologized all over himself until Kathryn laughed and downed her shot.
She also noticed that we were out of ice, grabbed the bucket, and headed for the door. As soon as she picked up the container, Jason the puppy jumped up and insisted on escorting her down the hall to the ice machine. It was my turn to give her an accusing smile.
She rolled her eyes at me and mischievously put her arm through his and skipped off like Dorothy hitting the yellow brick road. Karen looked up at the two of them for a second before sipping her margarita and returning her attention to the porn flick.
I told Karen that her parents must be pretty cool to allow her to stay the night in a hotel with her date. She smiled sheepishly and admitted that through a complex set of kids telling different stories to different parents, her folks actually believed her to be at some girl’s house for the evening.
I went to the bedroom and grabbed a hotel note pad and pen, shoved it in my back pocket, came out, and asked if I could take a look at her room to see how different it was. She waved me on, and I went through the doors and looked around. I found her purse in the bathroom, right next to Jason’s wallet. I quickly pulled out their licenses and jotted down their names and addresses before replacing everything as it was before my intrusion.
I had no intention of using this information, but a back-up plan never hurt anyone, and blackmail is one effective tool.
I got back to my room just as the door opened, and Kathryn and her puppy came in with the ice. Jason looked a little embarrassed, and Kathryn had a Cheshire Cat grin covering her face. I figured she said or did something provocative to the teenager that had momentarily scared him good. However, he didn’t put any distance between him and her. He stayed no more than one step away from her for the rest of the evening. When she felt like it, Kathryn can radiate a smoky sexuality that is difficult for a grown man to resist, and as for a youngster like the puppy? Well, he had no chance at all.
I poured another round of shots, and we all knocked them back. I was feeling the warmth in my chest, so I knew these kids were being affected. I then recalled the joints we had brought along and dug one out and fired it up. I gave Kathryn a shotgun off of it and then offered it to our young guests. They looked suspiciously at one another for a moment before Jason gave in and took a hit. As if this changed everything, little Karen sucked down the smoke like she grew up in Jamaica. So much for the ‘Just Say No’ program.
Between the tequila, the margaritas, and the herb, we were all flying pretty high. Karen began complaining that the prom dress she still had on was uncomfortable. I told her to go change. She whimpered that her clothes really were at the girl’s house where she was supposed to be spending the night. Kathryn chimed in and asked her if she had a slip on under her dress. Karen said yes, and Kathryn told her to drop the formal dress and wear the slip like a sundress. Either logic or a good buzz convinced Karen to follow this advice, and she disappeared into their room to lose her outer garment.
Kathryn was sitting at the four-chair table located next to the end of the bar, reflexively shuffling a deck of cards. Jason the puppy was, of course, sitting next to her. She looked up at him with the innocent smile of a newborn and asked if he would like to play some poker. He checked his pockets and pulled out some wadded bills. Oh, no, she told him. No money would change hands. They would play strip poker. This is a classic trick of Kathryn’s, and this young man had no idea that, while her smile might look innocent, it hid a great white shark just behind her eyes.
Karen returned about five minutes later wearing the slip, a bra, and panties. While Kathryn’s suggestion had sounded reasonable, the slip turned out to be rather short. When Karen moved certain ways, her slip fluttered, and I kept getting a glimpse of the triangle of white lace fabric that covered her young sex. I was somewhat stiff the rest of the evening. She plopped back down on the couch next to me and resumed watching the erotic show. I noticed that she sporadically repositioned herself, and I assumed the movie was arousing her.
I fixed another round of margaritas, but did not pour any additional shots. I did, however, put about twice as much liquor in each mixed drink. By the time I delivered Kathryn and her new puppy’s drinks to them, the card game was over. Although he had started in a tuxedo, complete with cummerbund, he now sat wearing only his pants and suspenders.
As best I could tell, Kathryn was only missing a sock. With the game over, she gathered up the donated clothing and hid it in our bedroom, explaining to Jason that he would get them back in the morning. Being without them was simply the price of losing. He made sure to run off into his room and hide her sock. We all fell out laughing at that one.
As I was sitting next to Karen, she raised one leg onto the couch and hugged it up to her chest. This exposed her again, and this time she caught me glancing down. I thought this may cause a crisis, but she merely grinned and asked if I had another joint. I got up, retrieved it, fired it up, and escorted it around the room so that everyone got some. This time I gave a shotgun to both Kathryn and Karen.
That last joint seemed to push everyone into the zone where silliness collides with a lack of inhibition. Jason and Kathryn became louder and more animated, and I spotted the distinct behaviors that Kathryn exhibits every time she is seriously drifting towards fooling around with someone. Jason, on the other hand, kept glancing nervously at me. Kathryn had revealed some aspects of my military background, and that, combined with my larger size, made him think twice about moving in on my lady.
Kathryn arose and over dramatically announced that if Karen could be comfortable, so could she. She disappeared into the bedroom for several minutes before emerging wearing one of my black dress shirts over a pair of skin-tight black lace boy’s short panties. The shirt had the effect of a miniskirt, but the combined outfit conveyed only one message to any straight male: sex.
She interrupted her promenade toward the card table to get a cigarette out of a pack that sat at the end of the sofa. She made it look incidental, but I knew this was just a well-planned opportunity to pose. I just shook my head, looked down, and smiled. Jason the puppy, on the other hand, had a wide-eyed look as if a heart attack might be a viable option for him very soon.
I whispered to Karen, asking if her boyfriend always behaved like such a hound. She replied that they were only dates for the prom and not, in truth, seriously attached beyond that.
I think Kathryn overheard that, because as she sat back down next to her puppy, she moved her chair closer and put her hand on his arm. She then cast a quick glance in my direction, intentionally catching my eye.
Unbeknownst to the kids, this was an old signal that she was going to persist in her seduction unless I let her know that I was hostile to it. I smiled at her and shifted my eyes quickly in the direction of Karen. Essentially, in those two scarcely noticeable gestures, we had agreed not to complain about either of us getting laid on the side that night.
However, more importantly, was what we both knew without the need for signs or discussion. We would be using condoms to remain safe that evening, that in the morning we would be going home together, that we would be making love to each other by tomorrow evening, and that would be the end of this particular story, period.
I refreshed all our drinks and sat back down on the couch next to the young creature wearing the white teasingly named ‘sundress’. She suddenly hopped up and asked if she could kill some of the lights. She said it was too bright as it was, and she doubted that another round of drinks would be needed. With nobody complaining, she clicked switches until the only light in the room was from the TV screen.
To read the complete story you need to be logged in:
Log In or
Register for a Free account
(Why register?)
* Allows you 3 stories to read in 24 hours.