DING DONG!
The doorbell rang! His hands completed their leisurely tour of her ass then gave her a little spank. “Now I’m REALLY glad I said you could come,” he joked and answered the door.
It was her stepfather's three friends, ready to take him to the airport.
“We have a stowaway coming along,” he laughed. “Rachel’s going to join us. Is that okay Scotty?”
Rachel heard a deep rumble from behind the door. “Plenty of room on the plane,” Scott answered. “And you know we always love having her around.”
Rachel felt a thrill. Scotty was always incredibly nice to her, and she wondered if he were that considerate in bed.
Get your mind out of the gutter! Rachel thought, but ever since that unexpected kiss with her stepfather, she’d been turned on as hell.
The guys came in laughing and joking and Rachel took stock of them. They were workout buddies and spent a fair amount of time in the gym, plus she knew they were highly competitive, so all of them were rock-hard and built like gods. Scotty had a shy smile on his face when he saw her but Jason and Hugh lit up as soon as they walked in.
“Rachel!” Jason said, giving her a big hug and twirling her around.
“Hi Jason!” she said happily, feeling herself get wet as she hugged his hard body tightly against her own. He was a shaggy blonde giant, over six feet tall and she’d often wondered what it would be like to have him take her. He had been an NFL quarterback before an injury forced an early retirement but his good looks and business sense had turned him into a multi-millionaire. She just knew he’d be like a force of nature between her thighs.
“My turn,” said Hugh smiling and reached out his arms. Jason set her down and she melted into Hugh’s arms.
“Mmmm,” he said. “You smell good! Are you wearing one of my fragrances?”
“You noticed!” she said, blushing.
Hugh owned a perfume company and his products were in the top retail stores all over the country.
“Of course I noticed,” he said laughing. “I created it. I can’t exactly forget that.” He was dressed stylishly and appropriately, as if he were going fox hunting on the English countryside.
Scotty hung back but when she disentangled herself from Hugh, he smiled shyly. She’d never understood why he wasn’t married. He ran some big hedge fund company in New York and was richer than god. She was sure that women were crazy for him but when she walked over to him, his eyes crinkled and she could tell he was happy.
She put her arms up and he gave her a big hug too. “Hiya Rach,” he said and she felt his hard body against hers, strong and sure.
Yeah, she didn’t mind spending a week with these four men.
“So, do I really get to spend an entire week with four beautiful, sexy men?” she asked with a grin.
“It would be our honor,” Hugh said and ostentatiously took her and kissed it.
“Well, you better get packed,” her stepfather said laughing. “We’d like to get in before it gets too late.”
“Right,” she said. “What time’s the flight?”
Scotty laughed. “Well, it’s actually my plane, so it leaves when we get there.”
She knew he was rich, but she didn’t know HOW rich. He actually had his own plane!
“Be right back down,” she said.
“Pack warm!” Jason called up to her. “It’s chilly up there in Montana!”
Upstairs, she packed quickly, throwing clothes into her suitcase willy-nilly. Lacy panties, delicate bras, tight, thin shirts and short skirts filled it up quickly but she threw in a set of long-johns and some jeans, just in case. She found some boots and a warm coat and before long, she was ready.
Outside, a limo waited and the driver quickly put her suitcase as well as her stepfather's gear in the back.
They were off!
Inside the limo, the guys laughed and opened up their traditional bottle of 25-year-old scotch.
“Who’s turn is it this year?” Hugh asked.
“Mine,” said Scotty and they all fell silent as he held up his glass.
“To another trip with the best friends I’ve ever had, to the journey that takes us to new places, to the success we’ve been fortunate enough to achieve, and to the people who said we’d never make it. Fuck ‘em!”
“FUCK ‘EM!” they all chorused together and all at once, downed the shot.
Rachel burst out laughing. She’d never heard Scotty swear and it was somehow adorable.
The ride went quickly and before they knew it, they were at the airport. The limo pulled directly up to a hanger and when the door opened up, she gasped. Scotty didn’t just have A plane. Scotty had a private JET!!!!
She felt so happy and excited, knowing she was about to head out for an adventure with four big sexy men on a private jet! She felt like a kid in a candy shop!
Before long they were on the plane and up in the air. The inside was surprisingly spacious, with leather and polished wood everywhere. Instead of normal airline seats, there were four large, comfortable recliner-type chairs and a long couch. The men sat casually in their seats and she stretched out on the couch.
“So, no ‘hostess’ this flight?” Jason asked with a knowing grin.
“Well, I thought since Rachel was coming, we probably shouldn’t bring her along,” said Scotty sheepishly.
“Wait, what do you mean?” asked Rachel.
“Well, we usually have a girl who serves us drinks, gives us massages, etc.,” he said uncomfortably. “I just thought that with you here, maybe it wouldn’t be, well, you know.”
“I’m your girl!” she exclaimed, bouncing up. “I’ll be your hostess. You guys were nice enough to let me come along. It’s the least I can do.”
Jason laughed, a rich booming guffaw that filled the plane. “I don’t think you know what you’re committing to.”
“I can do anything she can do and I can do it better.”
Jason looked at her speculatively. “I bet you could,” he said thoughtfully. “Bob?” he asked, looking at her stepfather.
“She’s 18 and has a mind of her own. She can do whatever she likes,” her stepfather said laughing.
“Wouldn’t it be appropriate for her to don the uniform?” Hugh asked with a smile.
Scotty looked horrified but Jason said, “Oh absolutely!” Then, to her, “Look Rachel, no one is making you, but if you want to put on the official Uniform of the Retreat, I’m sure it’s up front. If you don’t, no harm, no foul.”
She looked to her stepfather who was shaking in mirth. “You don’t have to wear it,” he said, “They’re just messing with you.”
“Oh, I’ll wear it,” she said. “You just wait.”
She walked up to the next cabin and found a drawer marked “hostess”. Inside were a few wispy pieces of lace and nothing more.
“I don’t think it’s all here!” she hollered back and heard the guys explode in laughter.
She held it up and gasped. It was completely see-thru. There was a thin lacy bra with little flowers on it, a g-string with a little flower down below in the middle, but that was it.
Taking a deep breath, she shucked off her clothes and put it on. Whoever they had here before must have had her body size, because everything fit perfectly. She could feel her nipples harden as she looked at herself in the mirror. It was positively indecent!
She breathed in and out a few times, then walked back into their cabin and said, “Would anyone like anything to drink?”
All four of their mouths dropped and no one said a word.
“A glass of scotch perhaps?” she asked and walked over to the bar. She could feel their eyes on her and when she turned around, they were still frozen.
All of a sudden, Jason let out a whoop and started clapping. “You did it! I can’t believe you did it! Hell yeah, I’d like some scotch!”
She poured a glass and walked it over to him, making sure to move slowly and sensually, knowing they were all watching her every move. She felt her pussy getting wet — how could it not? She was incredibly turned on
