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Lindsey, Himari and I work in the accounts office at an old-established but slightly falling-apart food factory in deepest Devon. We make pastry products, cakes, cake mixes and powdered drink mixes.The printer was just whirring into life for the fourteenth (and last) time before lunch. On a Friday, lunchtime was a bigger landmark than for the other days of the week. For one thing, most of the ovens were shutting down for a good clean-up, and the mixing and water lines were emptied out, steam-cleaned and dried with hot air, and the ingredients stores were closed up till Monday. So the noises coming from the factory floor weren’t the same as usual. They heralded The Weekend, and the weekend began on Friday afternoon at lunchtime, and lunch-time was due to start in seven minutes.After one o’clock on Fridays, it was like ‘Dress-down Friday’ meets ‘The Last Day Of School Before The Summer Holidays’. Or, at least, that’s how it felt to me, Himari and Lindsey, and especially this week. There had been a few more machinery stoppages than in a normal week and Mr MD (our name for the Managing Director) had been in a foul mood since Wednesday, and we were all hunkered down, ready for the afternoon’s weekly printout followed by the mad dash for our cars, then it would be ‘Good-bye Courtney Cakes And Biscuits Limited’ till Monday morning.The last of the fourteen sheets fell into the printer’s out tray, and Himari whisked them out and popped them into Mr MD’s folder ready for Lindsey to come in and collect. I was just reaching for my sandwich box and Himari was heading towards the kettle for our teas when the office door opened.“Good afternoon, ladies,” said a voice. A male voice, definitely not Lindsey’s.It was Mr MD.’Crap! What does he want now?’ was the thought running through my head, and I could tell that Himari felt the same way. Friday lunch was the last time you’d choose for an unexpected visit from a grumpy MD. The sandwich box and the kettle remained untouched.“I wonder if you can help me,” the voice continued without waiting for a greeting from us.“Next week is this year’s ‘National Cake And Biscuit Fayre’, which starts on Tuesday at the National Exhibition Centre.”This much we knew already. The Sales & Marketing Department (if you could call it that, which we didn’t, we used a much more apposite name when they weren’t within earshot) had been banging on about it for weeks, and each year Himari and I just let them get on with it until it was all over and time for us to clear up the mess it left in our customer records and accounting software.And how typical of Mr MD to give it its full name, not just calling it the NEC which is what everybody else does. As a visitor, it was quite a fun place to go to. The smell of home-baking was glorious and the goody-bags handed out like confetti from all the exhibitors guaranteed to add the pounds and expand our waistlines after we had eaten our way through them all. And the trip to the NEC near Birmingham was counted as a pleasant day out, if not a holiday.However, as an exhibitor, the picture was not so rosy. Nine o’clock till five o’clock, you were supposed to stand on the display and smile your way to a world record in being nice to people you had never met, didn’t know and never wanted to see again. There was no stopping for lunch and the smell of wonderful food which you couldn’t even lick let alone eat began to pall very quickly. Then you went back to a cheap and crummy motel somewhere only a couple of feet away from the all-night istanbul travesti lorries pounding up the M42, and where the evening pizza was rock hard and the beds even harder.By Thursday at closing time, all you wanted to do was to get the hell out of there, go home, have a nice long shower and eat.I’d been to a few of them in the early days until they realised my potential for drawing in this year’s new best customer was zero. Himari had never been, but poor old Lindsey had to go every darn year. Mr MD loved it. He met up with his pals from other food manufacturers and spent his time in the bar schmoozing with them until it was time to play a round of golf, then go to his suite in the Hilton. Or was it the Crowne Plaza? Anyway, his contribution was negligible. Lindsey spent the time chasing around, looking for him and trying to get him to attend interviews with the catering press, meet prospective customers who thought they were more important than they turned out to be, and occasionally even visit the company’s stand.“I’d like it very much if you both would come this year. We need some help collecting the visitor data. Last year, as you know, Sales & Marketing were too busy to do it and you had to do it all in a rush when they got back.”Himari and I remembered. Letting idiots from Sales & Marketing loose on a computer was very similar to letting a six-year-old loose on a motorbike – all hell and no motion, followed by screams and blood, some of it yours.“I’ve bought you tickets for the coach up and back, and some nice rooms at a nearby hotel. You leave on Monday at three o’clock from the Bus Station. Lindsey has your tickets.”The office door swung shut again after Mr MD had left.Himari and I just sat there as one o’clock came and went. We toyed listlessly with our sandwiches and the kettle took twice as long to boil as it normally did. The door banged once more.“Sorry, ladies, I did my best to get you out of it but he just wasn’t listening.”Lindsey’s voice broke into our reverie. She was Mr MD’s PA and a great friend of ours. She apologetically placed a brown folder on my desk.“For what it’s worth, I at least got him to book you into my hotel, which isn’t where you and Sales & Marketing normally stay. And it’s not where He stays.”The upper-case H for He signified exactly who she was talking about.“So we’ll be in the same hotel?” asked Himari, a glimmer of hope twinkling in her eyes. “Just the three of us?”“Yes, indeed,” Lindsey smiled. “The Hilton. It’s not bad, they know me there. Won’t that be fun!”That evening we broke the sad news to the other No Entry club members, who immediately sorted out the meetings for the week ahead, meeting in each other’s houses till Friday when they’d all come to me again.Monday afternoon found the three of us standing at the Bus Station in the rain with our wheelie luggage packed with three sets of better work clothes, and twice that many sets of underwear. The coach turned up on time and we clambered aboard. The three of us bad girls made for the long seat right at the back and spread ourselves out. No one came near us, and everybody else got off at Bristol, leaving us the only three on board from there to the NEC. The driver looked at us in his mirror occasionally, perhaps trying to guess what we were doing.Better that he didn’t know.Himari and I were dressed in very casual travelling wear – jeans for Himari and an old top, leggings and a denim skirt under a wet anorak for me. Lindsey was still dressed up a bit, not in istanbul travestileri her office clothes although her boobs were well and truly up thanks to her pale blue silky push-up. The seat backs of the seats in front of us obscured most of what we were doing from the driver, even though he tried his best to watch us. We weren’t being naughty. Well, not very much. Only a little. OK, just a bit. Alright, rather a lot, then.How do you think we knew what colour bra Lindsey was wearing? We’d played Truth Or Dare while the coach was getting out of Bristol and back onto the M5. Well, just Dare, as it turned out. We dared Lindsey to strip naked and lie on the back seat while Himari and I played with her breasts and pussy.That’s how we knew.It took longer than usual to divest Lindsey of her clothing. For two people to undress a third person while all three were hiding at the back of a coach wasn’t an easy task, especially whilst simultaneously trying not to be seen by the coach driver who had mirrors and possibly CCTV to help him.There were more Dares, this time from Lindsey, involving Himari and me both undressing each other on the back seat so we were all starkers for at least fifty miles of the journey. There wasn’t a lot of room for three people to hide behind the seat-backs in front of us, let alone to wriggle another person out of their coats, tops, skirts, jeans, knickers and bras. However, we persevered and gave ourselves multiple orgasms. When the coach overtook each lorry we knew that the lorry drivers, if they were paying attention, might be able to see enough of us and our clothing status to cause skid marks on the tarmac. However, no skid marks were caused, except perhaps in their underpants.Later we got dressed again, moved up the front and sat near enough to chat with the driver as he drove along, to help pass the time. We didn’t show him anything but just let him know what he was missing. One look at the three of us, as we tried to look like we hadn’t dressed in a hurry at the back of the coach, gave him a very clear idea. We arrived at the drop-off point and the driver drove away, waving at us.The rain had stopped so we had a dry walk to the hotel which, as Lindsey had promised, was better than what we were expecting. We had nothing much to do until nine o’clock tomorrow morning and it was only just gone six. We went up to our rooms and found that Lindsey had a single room right next to Himari’s and my double. However, our room had a double bed, not two singles. Lindsey offered to go and sort it out, seeing as there weren’t many other guests at the hotel this week, but Himari and I looked at each enquiringly, then she and I both shook our heads.“No, thanks, Lindsey. No need to bother. We’ll manage.”“I bet you will,” smiled Lindsey, glancing at the large double bed.“I don’t know what you mean!” Himari muttered, just loud enough for Lindsey and I to hear it and laugh with her.“Is there room for one more?” asked Lindsey.We unpacked our exhibition clothes and hung them in the cupboard while Lindsey chatted, then we all went to Lindsey’s room and watched her unpack her stuff. She’d brought twice as many bras and knickers as I had, and I’d brought one set for each day plus two spare sets. She hung up her outfits, then tipped her underwear out onto the bed in front of us and sorted through the pile, sorting them out. Himari and I watched, fascinated.“May I have a look?” I asked.“Help yourselves,” she smiled.I picked up each bra and studied it. Each cup travesti istanbul was semi-moulded, so it held its shape even when not being worn. The cups were DD and therefore showed their size even when empty. Also in the pile were the inserts that she would wear inside each cup to enhance her DDs into EEs. Lindsey quickly took her top off and put on one of these bras while we watched. Once back in her top, you could see the difference. Her breasts stuck up and out in front like a snowplough on a steam engine. She jiggled them into place and put the rest of the pile in the drawer.“I’m going to have a shower,” I decided.“After you,” said Himari as Lindsey went to her room to do the same.Himari and I both started undressing. The shower was plenty big enough for two at once, including a spray head that covered two people at once. We washed ourselves, then I felt Himari’s hands on my body, sweeping the soap suds out from under my breasts. I let her finish then I did the same for her, under her breasts, between her legs and round the back as well. Then we dried each other off with the hotel towels and dressed in clean clothes.We were all hungry so we went down to see what the restaurant was like. The company had paid for all our meals so we had a decent meal, and a couple of drinks, then went back up to our rooms. We were all slightly tired after the journey and well-lubricated after our meal. We all made it back to our rooms on the third floor. Lindsey was right, some of the staff did know her, especially the bar staff, and we had been put on a floor not otherwise occupied this week.“Are we going to have a No Entry Club meeting tonight?” Lindsey asked.“Please let’s,” echoed Himari.I smiled and began undressing. The other two rapidly caught up with me and soon we were all naked. We stood in a small circle, each of us just looking at the other two women. Our nipples were perking up already and the scent on our bodies from the hotel’s free shower gel and shampoos wafted into our nostrils. I put my arms around the other two and we squeezed ourselves into a tight three-person clinch. For a while, we just enjoyed the physical contact between the three of us. We had all night and no one was going to disturb us, so we didn’t rush. Our boobs met almost at the same level. None of us were exactly the same height as the others so our nipples slipped into different places on the other’s bodies.After our coach ride and the good meal we’d just enjoyed, the thought of doing something energetic didn’t appeal, and we all seemed happy just to relax into each other, although I could feel my excitement slowly growing, and every few seconds I did a little wiggle, a movement echoed by Lindsey and Himari.Something seemed to draw us to the double bed, and after a few minutes (yes, minutes. We women never need to rush as we can do love-making all night if we wish, whereas Dave could push it to seven minutes if he tried) we flopped onto the bed. We rolled down the duvet and spread ourselves out on the sheet. It turned out that the double bed was more like a triple bed, so there was heaps of room for all three of us to lie there in any position we chose. I lay on my back and the other two lay half on their fronts and half on me, one each side. Their breasts nestled up to mine and their faces almost touched my cheeks, and occasionally I felt someone’s hand simply resting on my pussy, just feeling it every so often. The heating suddenly switched itself on and the room quickly warmed up a little. We lay there for, I don’t know, half an hour or so, simply enjoying each other’s close proximity without feeling the need to jump around enthusiastically. Once or twice, one or other of us nodded off briefly, but it didn’t matter because nobody else wanted to move.

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