WARNING: This story's going to be a muti parter over a few days. You've been warned.
The evening started around 5. Blasian & I met her old college roommate Fiona in the lobby of the Marriot. They hadn't seen each other in about a year. Fiona's a beautiful Italian around 5' 3" or so, with b cup breasts & a nice round ass & works in publishing.
We went up to the room with our bags. It was worth all the money I paid for it. It was a suite on the southeast side of the hotel, overlooking Times Square. It had a living room & a pretty big tub, surprisingly. It was too far back to see the ball drop but we could see the crowd. We decided to dress up, go out to grab some dinner at a restaurant uptown, then come back & watch the ball drop on tv.
I put on my black suit. The ladies put on their sexy black dresses that hugged every curve in all the right places. We walked up to a restaurant about 8 blocks up on Broadway, since the cops had blocked off traffic for the crowds streaming towards the Square. Plus, it was a raw night out with a light rain on & off all night.
We sat down to eat & the wine & conversation flowed. Fiona & flirted the whole time. Blasian enjoyed it. I even caught her rubbing Fiona's leg underneath the table. Blasian had told me once that she had an affair with a woman & I had suspected that Fiona was that woman. About an hour or so afterwards, I had my suspicians confirmed.
After sitting down to a great Italian dinner, we went back to the hotel. The place was hopping. Revelers were out in full force. Lots of parties were going on some of the lower floors. We hung out for a little while & soaked up the atmosphere. New York City really does come alive during New Year's Eve. Then, we went back to our room.
We sat in the living room & turned on the tv. I grabbed our bottles of champagne that I had put in our minifridge while Blasian grabbed the video cameras that we brought with us. We put the cameras on tripods & started taking videos of the crowd down in the square. A song came on the tv. The ladies started dancing with each other. That's when things started getting fun.....
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