Chapter 21: Sharing a room

Paco, Loren, and I formed a well-coordinated team, becoming the top insurance sellers in our regional group. Our team technique worked wonders, we had no rivals, and our billing was the most outstanding, putting us far ahead of the rest of our colleagues. That’s why we had become a small, great family. I had never had an issue being the only woman among two men, and they had always managed to combine chivalry with equality when it came to making decisions and doing good work.

Loren was the team leader. At 45, no one needed to teach him what it meant to sell or visit all types of people; he knew every answer, every character, every personality, and he knew how to face problems and how to deal with them at any moment. For his age, he maintained himself very well; perhaps his half-gray hair gave him away, but he was categorized in that bracket of what is called an "interesting and desirable mature man." Paco was much younger. At 30, he had learned a lot from his boss, but his gifts lay in his eloquence and, above all, his attractiveness. The truth is, he was very good-looking and had beautiful lips. He also managed to convince the most undecided person, besides the fact that all the girls fought over him; if he had an older woman, which was his specialty, the sale was more than assured. As for me, I certainly didn't need to open my mouth; with two colleagues like that, everything was practically done. Also, my youth, at 22, made the group more refreshing, so most of the male clients were for me, and the truth is I was a good catch, haha. At the time, I had intensely blonde straight hair, making sure I went to every visit well-combed and made-up. My green eyes and a sweet smile were part of my attributes for a good sale, a large, well-placed chest, and long legs that I usually showed off with short skirts—all of that also influenced making the job easier.

That Tuesday, "all the fish was sold," and we were ready to return to Madrid. The day was very cold, and we were sure to find snow on the way. We had a 2-hour drive home, and we preferred not to rush the car, but after a few kilometers, snow made its appearance, and even though it was only a few flakes, it worried us as we went up the mountain pass. The snow began to fall heavily, and the road became increasingly slippery. Paco was a great driver, but he couldn't prevent the car from fishtailing a few times, giving us all a scare. There came a point where the car's wheels were unable to find a clean rut, and things got really serious.

"We should stop," I said, quite frightened.

"We can't stop here; we'll freeze all night," Paco replied.

"I'm scared," I insisted.

"Don't worry, there's a roadside motel a couple of kilometers ahead, let's try to reach it," Loren interjected.

After several skids, a dark night, and a more than abundant snowfall, we managed to reach the small hotel, which seemed more welcoming than we had ever imagined.

We arrived at reception and asked for three single rooms.

"I'm sorry, gentlemen, the hotel is fully booked," the receptionist informed us.

"But don't you have anything left?" Paco asked.

"Nothing, it's completely full, with this snowfall, you know... Well, I have one room that's being renovated, but it doesn't have heating, and you would be very cold. Plus, it only has one bed..."

The three of us looked at each other, undecided. The truth is, despite our trust and camaraderie, we had never had to go through a similar situation, much less have to share a room, considering it was two men and me. But there was no getting around it, it was that or nothing...

"Well," Paco intervened, pointing at me, "I think if she doesn't mind, we can share it like good siblings. Naturally, you would sleep in the bed, and we would manage."

"No way," I replied, "we'll raffle off the bed."

"Come on, don't be silly, I prefer you to take the bed. Consider it chivalry, okay?"

"Yes, but it doesn't seem fair to me..."

Loren intervened as the boss, settling the situation:

"Come on, it's decided. You take the bed, okay?"

"Besides, we promise to behave, right?" Paco interjected.

The three of us laughed at the situation, which was a bit embarrassing, certainly, but unavoidable in any case. I felt a bit nervous, but after all, we already had enough trust to spend a night together—as colleagues, of course. So, without any luggage, we went up to the room. The young man who served as both receptionist and bellboy accompanied us and handed us a good supply of blankets.

The room was more run-down than I had imagined, but it wasn't a time to be choosy. The blackened walls showed the dampness that had soaked them for a long time, half-torn wallpaper adorned another wall, and the cold was more than noticeable, though it would still be warmer than being outside. Two armchairs older than the hotel itself, whose seats almost touched the floor, were the only furniture in that room, aside from the bed. At least we had a small bathroom and a shower that fortunately had hot water.

The three of us looked at each other again, trying to figure out how to spend the night, which was clearly going to be very uncomfortable.

"I don't know, guys," I said.

"Hey, I think we should give it to you like good gentlemen. Don't worry about us; we'll manage, right Loren?" Paco affirmed.

"Well, if you want, we can take turns," I insisted.

"No way," Loren replied. "The bed is for you."

"As you wish, but I think you're going to be very cold..."

"Don't worry."

"Alright, I'll take a shower to try and warm up," I said, trying to adjust to the situation.

For a moment, it crossed my mind that the three of us could share the bed. It wasn't very big, but at least we'd all sleep warmer, but that didn't feel quite right—a woman and two men who, despite knowing each other, didn't have enough closeness for that. Just thinking about it made me feel a bit horny.

I went into the bathroom, turned on the hot water tap, and began to take off my jacket, then my pencil skirt, followed by my white blouse, my slip, my stockings, my bra, and finally, my panties. I looked in the mirror and saw that my cheeks were red, a sign of being slightly excited. My nipples had hardened, which also reflected that the idea of spending the night with my colleagues could be... But what was I thinking? I got into the shower, and that helped me relax a little more. Once I was clean and more comfortable, I decided not to put my underwear back on and only put on my satin slip as my only garment. The next day, I would have to use my panties again, and I preferred to keep them as fresh as possible, so I washed them in the sink and left them hanging near the shower to dry.

I felt a little embarrassed coming out into the room in my underwear, but I mustered the courage, and when I entered, the two men were left speechless. No doubt the sight was more sensual than seeing me always in my suit jacket. Now, I was before them as a young woman with wet hair, bright eyes, and covered only by a very sexy garment that enhanced my silhouette and highlighted my chest, my nipples, and my legs without stockings... in short, all of that meant they couldn't take their eyes off me... I felt desired by them, and that excited me again. For a moment, I thought to myself, What if I undress in front of them and ask if we should have a threesome? But that was just another one of my crazy ideas...

"You can go into the bathroom now," I said with complete naturalness.

Loren was the first to go, and he took quite a while to come out. Meanwhile, I got into bed and briefly reviewed the day's sales papers. Loren came out of the bathroom in his boxer shorts and a t-shirt. I couldn't help a small nervous giggle. I had never seen my boss in his underwear, and the situation was a bit ridiculous and funny at the same time. Then it was Paco who went into the bathroom, and he also came out in his shorts and t-shirt. Again, a small giggle from the three of us. The truth is, two men who were always well-dressed in suits and ties now looked like two strangers, and that made them more interesting. I went back to the bathroom with the excuse of drying my hair and with the intention of letting them settle down without me being present so they wouldn't feel awkward. I closed the door behind me and turned on the hairdryer, but I couldn't help but hear the whispers of my two colleagues.

"Did you see how hot she is?" I heard Paco saying to Loren.

"I sure did, she's irresistible. I've never seen her so sexy," Loren replied.

"What a piece of ass she is, I'd eat her right now," Paco interjected.

"Don't be crass," Loren scolded him.

"Aren't you...?"

"Shut up, shut up, I'm hard as a rock..."

That conversation made me feel very flattered by my colleagues, as they never commented anything about my physique; they always treated me like respectful and polite colleagues. But this time, I felt truly desired by them, and that was making me very horny. I felt my nipples starting to harden again under the fabric of my short slip.