Airport Parking Lot
I love the business trips I take when you can come visit me. Let’s face it, our long distance relationship is tough on both of us, but sometimes it makes for a much more interesting story when we get together for a weekend. The last weekend we spent together was not an exception.
Since I know how much you like when I dress nicely (truth be told, I had to wear a suit for a business meeting earlier) I wore the navy pinstripe with the cornflower colored shirt you like so well. The only homage to my more playful side was the Calvin and Hobbes tie I changed into after my meeting. No matter what I wore, it was nothing compared to how you looked in your simple skirt and blouse outfit. In fact, the only way you could have looked more stunning would be if you were naked and carrying beer.
Instead of running up to hug you passionately, I allowed myself the opportunity to take your hands in mine and look deeply into your eyes, looking for the love you have expressed so many times. Finding that look, I bent slightly down to kiss you delicately. Delicately the first time, that is, as the kiss evolved into the most erotic kiss we could get away with considering our very public surroundings.
As we walked, I slipped my arm around your small waist and ventured a peek and the pert breasts barely peeking out through the opening of your moderately low cut blouse. Just enough to tease me. Walking in a passably straight line and trying to under the tantalizingly open bra hoping to see the edge of your nipple while in a crowded airport isn’t that easy. One of your most alluring qualities has always been that you always look “cold”, if you catch my drift. As I am pleasantly distracted, I hear the words I never thought I would hear…
“Sean, can we get something to eat before we go?”
“Dammit, I’m horny and you want to eat???” Fortunately, that was my inner monologue instead of saying it out loud. I couldn’t resist the Bambi eyes you looked at me with. What my baby wants, my baby gets.
“Sure, Gorgeous, what would you like?”
Whether it was intentional or not, the interminable wait for your food, the intermittent kisses of your hand as it was extended across the small table, and small talk between two people who truly enjoy each other’s company, all fueled my sexual hunger. Truth be told, I wouldn’t have been able to stand up without holding a menu over myself like a seventh grader with the hot teacher would hold a textbook as she suddenly called him to solve a problem on the board.
Couple the length of time I spent watching you eat and the walk to the car I intentionally parked in a secluded area and you get a very horny Sean. Not surprisingly, the way you held my arm, rubbing your incredibly firm breasts against me, gave me the impression I wasn’t the only one thinking that. If only you could have seen your face as I opened the back door for you instead of the front.
“Are you going to chauffer me?”
“That’s going to be difficult, since I’m getting in the back with you.”
Nudging you gently into the car, I followed directly afterward, pushing you against the other door with the kind of kiss I wanted to give you in the airport terminal. My tongue explored your mouth while my hands explored your body. The fact there was little finesse didn’t seem to bother you in the least.
Without hesitation, my hands moved under your blouse and unhooked your bra, freeing your perfect tits to my passionate groping. I released our kiss and pulled back to watch your expression as I pinched your sensitive nipple. Slowly and softly at first, I rolled it between my thumb and forefinger and watched your expression change from mild amusement to a mixture of pain and pleasure as I increased the pressure.
Your ability to enjoy the rough treatment I gave your nipples has always amazed and excited me. Switching to the other nipple, I gave it the same treatment, once again watching your face contort, but there was never an indication you weren’t enjoying it as much as I did.
Pulling you roughly towards me to renew our kiss, my hands left your nipples and moved to your bare back, rubbing and lightly scratching along your spine and following the lines of your ribs. Even after you suddenly pulled your arm down to protect yourself from the tickle monster (wait, that must have been another story yet to be written) you melted into my body. The final straw was when you rubbed your hand over the bulge in the front of my slacks.
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As I couldn’t wait any longer, I pulled your hose down to allow me to access your already wet slit. Rubbing your clit, I noticed a man walking by. Since he didn’t stop, neither did I. Instead, I eased a finger into your pussy eliciting a low moan. Figuring if one is good, two must be better, I pushed a second finger in and began running them in and out slowly. This is when you began rocking your hips, your entire world seemed to be centered where my fingers invaded you.
“Sean. I want you now, Sean.”
The speed with which you seemed to be on the edge of ecstasy was amazing. It seems you have been wanting this just as much as I have. Dare I venture to say you may have wanted it even more.
Seizing the opportunity to tease you like you teased me in the terminal, I pushed a third finger. A sharp gasp followed immediately, then you increased your hip undulations and reached up to kiss me again. With my fingers pushed completely in, my thumb found your clit.
Slow, long strokes of the three fingers in paradise met with slight upward thrusts. Our rhythm was completely in sync as our lovemaking has been in past trips. An abrupt gasp emanated from your parted lips as I spread the very tips of my fingers apart as much as I could given the exceptionally tight opening. Then I pressed on by grinding the palm of my hand against your clit, moving it back and forth, then in little circles.
“Sean. Oh fuck, Sean.”, was all you could manage before you began a series staccato moans which increased in frequency until it melded into one long whimper as you came. Your hand grabbing mine and I could tell you were on the horns of a dilemma. That dilemma being whether to pull my fingers out or to push them further in. Instead of choosing, you didn’t move your hand. Instead, the convulsions of your pussy simulated an in and out motion which made it seem more difficult to decide. After fighting that battle for a few moments, you finally pulled my fingers out and, just because you knew it would drive me crazy with excitement, you put my fingers into your mouth and sucked them clean.
Incredibly, you barely finished cumming when you opened the front of my pants and climbed onto my rigid cock. Rocking your hips, you were able to take my entire length into you on every stroke. You’ve always enjoyed being on top. Maybe it’s because you can control the speed and depth, although there didn’t seem to be much control being used then.
As soon as you slid me inside your pussy you began bouncing at an excruciatingly fast pace. I had to suppress a smile as I remembered something my uncle used to say. “If the van is rockin, don’t come a knockin.” We weren’t in a van, but there was definitely some rockin going on.
Within minutes, you began a more deliberate pace, slamming your hips to mine at the end of each thrust. Every thrust was accompanied with a sharp grunt. Almost as if you were still cumming from my earlier ministrations you begin panting, “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Sean. Oh fuck.” Oh my Gawd, you were getting me so close as I watched your face tense in anticipation of your orgasm. Pinching your nipples again seemed to double the pleasure on your face.
“Oh…Oh…Oh..Oh..Oh.Oh.Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” Slamming your hips down as hard as you could drove my cock as deep as possible into your contracting pussy and drove me nearly over the edge. For a full thirty seconds you had spasms rock your body at small intervals. When they finally subsided you made a deep sigh and said, “It’s your turn. How do you want it, baby?”
“Fuck baby, I’m so close. I want to cum in your mouth.”
With a devilish smile, you said, “You do, eh?” as you slid off my lap and grabbed my slick cock in your hand and enveloped the rest into your warm mouth. Stroking up as your mouth reached the tip of my cock and down as your mouth descended, it didn’t take long before I started bucking my hips urgently. “Baby, I love the taste of your cock after it’s been inside me.”
Without warning (hey, I didn’t know it was coming until it happened either) I exploded into your waiting mouth. The months of teasing on the webcam and the anticipation of that moment culminated in an amazing climactic eruption. I didn’t think it would ever stop, but after you gulped twice, you moved your mouth off and was greeted with a stray shot on your chin.
“Been saving up, I see.”, you said with that same mischievous grin you displayed before.
We spent the next couple of minutes recovering before scrambling to get re-dressed. As I opened the front door to let you back into the car, I stopped and looked you deeply in the eyes. Instead of whispering some mushy after sex love talk, I simply said, “Don’t think you’re getting out of fucking me when we get back to the hotel.”
The End
Together at Last
We were finally going to meet! I stood at the front of the restaurant pacing back and forth. I was much more nervous then I thought I would be. My heart was racing and I felt like I was cold and sweating all at the same time.
Amber and I had been talking for months, but had never met. I never even imagined that I could feel this way about someone I had never met before. But she was everything I didn’t even know I desired. A few months ago I didn’t even know what I wanted. I only knew that whatever it was I had not found it yet. Then Amber came into my life, with that beautiful smile and those piercing eyes. Not to mention the perfect body that just called out my name and made me feel urges and desires like I had never felt before. She was perfect in every way. I could not have imagined a better woman and here I was about to meet her for the first time.
There was her car pulling up. I ran to her car and opened the door for her like some kid at his High School prom. Excited and nervous, all at the same time. I took her hand and helped her step out of the car.
Immediately, I could feel the electricity from the very first touch. We both smiled, and I surveyed her perfect body now standing in front of me, with that nice little mini skirt and those luscious legs.
‘You look even more incredible in person,’ I said as I leaned in to kiss her cheek holding it a little longer than usually acceptable and taking in her scent. It was like a sweet fragrance I had never smelled before. A scent I never wanted to forget!
We sat down together in the booth. Talking about mundane things. I could barely concentrate enough to really stay a part of the conversation and I could tell she didn’t really want to small talk either. I could sense a yearning from her. A yearning to be touched, to be caressed, kissed, and devoured!
Amber noticed that I wasn’t really listening and called me out. I smiled and told her how consumed I was with her beauty. My desire for her was so strong that I could think of nothing else. I slowly moved my hand and placed it on her thigh. It was so soft and perfect.
Again I reached in and kissed her on the cheek, once again taking in the intoxicating smell. Only this time he remained close to her, and moved my lips across her face to her ear. ‘I have wanted this for so long. With every once of my being I want this. I want to feel you, taste you, and hear you moan out in ecstasy!’ I whispered.
I could feel her breaths get quicker and her legs shudder a little. She reached around with her hand and placed it on mine as she whispered back in my ear, ‘I want to feel you inside of me.’ She took my hand and slowly slid it along her inner thigh and I understood what she wanted.
I moved my hand the rest of the way until I could feel her already wet panties. She whispered again, ‘I have been thinking about you all day.’ She jumped a little as I started to rub her pussy with my hand. The motion of her body and the slight moan in her voice told me to continue. I moved the panties aside with my fingers and felt her wetness in my hands.
She was so warm and soft and I could feel my cock jump in my pants at the thought of being inside of her. She took in several sharp shallow breaths as I penetrated her with my fingers now sliding them in and out.
She reached around and grabbed my crotch feeling my desire in her hands. I jumped in my chair! It had been so long since someone had touched me with that kind of desire. I knew this had gone as far as it should in the restaurant so I threw some money on the table to pay for drinks and jumped up from the table.
All the while trying to hide my bulge in my pants from the public. I took her hand in mine and together we snuck out the back door.
Again I opened the door for her and watched her sit in the car and situate her incredibly sexy legs. I had a hard time deciding what to focus on. My eyes moving back and forth between her legs, the little bit of cleavage I could now see as she sat there in the car, and her longing eyes that seemed to penetrate my soul.
I hurried over to the drivers side of the car and excitedly jumped in, giving her one last look over before starting up the car and throwing it into reverse. My heart was racing! ‘Um, you are so….’ I said as I tried to come up with the words, but my shyness was really showing.
Amber placed her finger over my mouth and whispered, ‘shhhhhhhh, no need to talk.’ She placed her other hand on my inner thigh and started kissing my ear and neck. This immediately caused an erection again. She pationately grabbed my cock with her hand and began rubbing it through the pants.
‘Mmmmmmm,’ I moaned, and she giggled as she was now devouring my neck. It took all of my concentration just to stay on the road while I was driving. Especially when she undid the buckle on my pants and reached inside to grab my big hard cock that was throbbing with anticipation!
Bump, bump, bump. The car had moved off the road for a second. She gave me a sinister grin and asked, ‘Are you sure you can handle this?’ She didn’t even wait for a response cause she already knew what it would be.
She immediately ducked her head down and began licking my beautiful cock and was still stroking it in her hand. She was exploring every inch of it with her tongue and hands. Sliding her hands further down my pants and caressing my balls with her hands, just as she wrapped her lips around my head and quickly slid down my shaft.
My whole body went numb and I gripped the steering wheel hard with my hands. My body had not felt this good in a long time. She was now going faster and faster, while stroking my cock with one hand and toying with my anus with her other hand. My breathing got heavy and I grabbed her hair with my hands, trying to be gentle, but primal urges were causing me to pull a little on her hair.
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This only excited her more and now she was frantically taking my cock deep into her mouth. I could no longer contain it and my warm cum began to shoot into her mouth as I screamed, ‘Ohhhhhhh yes, God yes!’
She moaned with excitement at the feel of my juices sliding out of my cock and into her mouth. As I finished she could feel the tenseness in my body go away and I melted back into the seat. She slowly sucked every drop out of me and licked it clean with her tongue.
‘You are amazing!’ I said
She looked at me and smiled as she said, ‘I know, but you ain’t seen nothing yet’
As we pulled up to our destination I started getting excited again. I’m still in shock that all of this is finally happening. After all of the e-mails, all of the phone calls, and Instant Messaging I was finally meeting this amazing girl in the flesh. Butterflies hit my stomach as we eagerly jumped out of the car and headed for the front door.
There she stood in front of me unlocking the front door and I still couldn’t keep my hands off of her, running my hands down her back and across her shoulders. ‘You are even more perfect than I had imagined,’ I say with a gentle voice.
She took my hand in hers and led me through the doorway. I shut and locked it on the other side and we stopped there staring into each others eyes. We were finally alone to do whatever we pleased and to please each other in every way possible. And yet there I was frozen.
Why was I so nervous all of a sudden? Even though we had already done some pretty intimate things together we had yet to kiss and to me that was one of the most intimate things, and one of the things I had looked forward to the most. As I pulled her body close to mine I gently whispered, ‘are you sure you want to do this?’
‘More than anything I have ever wanted in my whole life,’ she said with enthusiasm!
I placed my hand behind her head and pulled her face up next to mine. Then I softly kissed her eyebrows like I had wanted to do so many times before. I kissed her eyelids and temples. Taking my time to do all of the tender things I had wanted to do for months.
I could see her lips trembling with anticipation. I could feel her breathe get heavier with every tender kiss. I was being patient and building the anticipation, but I could no longer contain myself. Our lips finally connected in what started as a soft exploratory kiss. Her lips were like honey, sweet and satisfying, and leaving me hungry for more!
As I broke away for the first time I looked into her eyes again and could see a desire for more. So I pressed my lips to hers one more time. This time with more vigor and excitement. I could feel my inhibitions dropping away as I slipped my tongue into her mouth and found great pleasure in meeting her tongue with mine.
There was no stopping now. As our tongues collided with passion and increasing intensity, I could feel this rush of energy and excitement all over again. I wanted her! I wanted to make her mine. Our tongues were dancing and our hands were caressing every part of our bodies, as if we were frantically searching for a part we had yet to touch had yet to discover.
My inhibitions had now been replaced by a raw passion and desire like I had never felt before. I could feel this savage beast inside me taking over! I pulled away from the kiss, and quickly scooped her up into my arms. I carried her into the bedroom and dropped her onto the bed. I quickly removed my shirt and she did the same.
I could see a new hunger in her eyes and now in her body as well. As I jumped on to the bed I grabbed both of her arms and pinned them to the bed above her. I kissed her lips once more, this time more savagely, feeling the bulge in my pants grow again with anticipation. My legs immediately moved inside of hers and pushed hers open with my thighs. My hips began to thrust into her with anticipation.
My lips traveled from her mouth to her neck, devouring it. Sucking, licking, and the occasional nibble. I worked my way down her neck to her beautiful shoulders. Then I let go of her arms just long enough to remove her bra and take her now hard nipple in my mouth. Mmmmmmmmm it tasted so good, felt so good on my tongue!
Again I was thrusting my hips with anticipation, and I could feel her doing the same. Long hard licks of my tongue on her nipple were making her so excited, that her back began to arch and her muscles in her body grew tense.
My tongue worked its way down her body as I ripped her pants, and her panties off in one fluid motion. I had to stop for a moment and gaze at the perfection that laid before me. I had given up on hiding my excitement and she could see it all over my face.
She smiled and said, ‘I want you to take me now. My body is yours.’ She trusted me. She knew she could give herself over to me without fear or worry. She knew I would treasure her and pleasure her in every way I knew how.
‘And I am yours,’ I said so that she would understand that he was submitting himself to her desires as well….
My hands were placed on her knees and I spread her legs before me. I began kissing her inner thighs, trying to take my time, but the hunger inside me was once again taking over. I had to taste her. To feel her soft wet pussy on my mouth!
So with one long lick down her thigh I came to her now throbbing pussy. It must have been more than she could bear as well, because she grabbed my head and pushed it into her groin. Mmmmmm I thought her lips tasted good, but this was like a sweet wine, both delicious and intoxicating.
The End
My dick was nice and hard and I couldn’t stop playing with it under the water. Sheila’s eyes were heavy-lidded and I knew she was very turned on. I slid myself over toward Cheryl, placed my leg behind her back and proceeded to softly rub her shoulders. I moved up her neck for a while and then ran my thumbs along her brow. She cooed as Sheila was gently fondling her pussy. My hard cock was pressing against her hip and she moved her hand down to gently stroke it.
I leaned down and took her small nipple into my mouth. She arched her back. Sheila leaned over and took the other nipple. Cheryl began to quietly spasm in her ecstasy and within moments her orgasm arrived. We moved away from her and began to kiss each other. Eyes closed, Cheryl rested languorously.
Sheila wrapped her legs around me and slipped my cock into her pussy. We sat there kissing as I felt her contract and release me from her velvet walls. My hands squeezed her butt cheeks as she clenched. Cheryl finally moved and we looked over at her. She was utterly relaxed and in a state of bliss.
“You look wonderful, Cheryl. Do you feel wonderful?” Sheila asked tenderly.
“I am in heaven,” she said, “it’s nice to watch you make love, too.”
“I’ve never had a woman touch me there. I’ve dreamed about it but never…,” she was very quiet.
“I’ve only had sex a couple of times and never really enjoyed it before. The guys I was with a rough and crude…selfish, I’d say. It was all about them. You made me feel differently. You’re both wonderful.”
I leaned over and turned off the tub. I lifted Cheryl up and she was limp in my arms, like rag doll. I kissed her softly and sensually. I felt her breast mold into my chest as one leg wrapped around my ass.
“Come with us.”
I handed the women their champagne flutes and opening the sliding door into my bedroom, I lead them in. Sheila grabbed some towels and we began to dry Cheryl off together and then ourselves. I lit the second joint and sat down on the edge of the bed to watch the women in a deep kiss. Sheila pushed Cheryl onto the bed and climbed on top of her. Their sensual and passionate kissing was beautiful and I sat mesmerized. Their tongues darted in and around, they were enjoying the intimacy.
Sheila’s hand wandered over Cheryl’s body and soon Cheryl was reciprocating in kind. Their legs scissored as they rubbed their pussies together. Soon Sheila’s hand was rubbing Cheryl’s mound. Sheila slowly kissed her way down, first working each breast with her kisses and each nipple between her lips. Cheryl’s hands fondled Sheila’s breasts. Sheila moved down between her breasts and tongued her cleavage. She slowly inched down her stomach and licked her navel. With her hand, she slightly tugged at the top of Cheryl’s vaginal crack and ran a finger inside it, swirling around the clit. Finally, Sheila’s tongue found the prize and she lapped at her slit.
My cock was as hard as it can get and I slowly stroked it and played with my balls. Sheila’s tongue was bathing our beauty and she had one finger deep into her pussy, slowly stroking in and out, in and out. Her lips sucked the clit in and her nose pushed around her hole and along around her gash. Cheryl was cumming again, this time fast and furious, her ass bouncing on the bed. She cried out and erupted in a wild orgasm, arching her back and lifting her ass up to meet Sheila’s tongue.
“Yes, yes…oh my, oh my…”
She came buckets.
“Mmmmm, how good…how good.”
Sheila’s face was drenched in nectar. I leaned over and began to give her deep kisses. Cheryl taste and smell was fresh and sweet but slightly pungent. Sheila moaned. I looked over to see Cheryl’s mouth giving Sheila a return engagement.
“Oh, you taste so good. Oh…I love this.”
Sheila lay back and let the young girl get her first taste of woman. I rubbed and stroked and sucked Sheila’s beautiful tits. Sheila bent her knees to let the girl go deeper.
“Am I doing this right,” she asked, “I want to make you feel good.”
“Mmmmm, yes…yes.”
By my head lay Cheryl’s pussy and the scent was divine. I moved a little so I could lick her and taste her. I moved my tongue into her butt and began to feast on her asshole. She pushed her ass into my face. My hands pulled her hips even further onto me.
Sheila said, “Honey, I need your cock inside me.”
I moved around the bed and with her legs spread and her knees up, I slipped my cock into her. Sheila’s hand played with Cheryl’s hair as Cheryl licked at her clit. Several times, I pulled my cock out and pressed it between Cheryl’s lips for a little suck. But my object was to make my woman cum and cum and cum and I proceeded to slide deep and long until I felt her inner muscles tighten around me. Now I sawed back and forth in earnest as she began to moan hoarsely and soak my cock. She pulled Cheryl’s head back and she began to rock side to side in glorious release. Taking my cock in as deep as she could, she came with an animal yell.
“Yesssss.”
I lay there motionless as I felt her walls throb around me until they stopped. I pulled out and Cheryl took me into her mouth. But I had other ideas.
I moved around until I was behind Cheryl and slipped my cock into her oh-so-tight little cunt doggie style…and oh, did it feel good. Her canal was slightly tipped and that made the sensation even greater.
“Please don’t cum in me. I’m not on the pill.”
“It’s okay, baby,” said Sheila, “he’s clipped.”
“Huh?”
“Vasectomized. No baby makers.”
“Well, in that case…”
She began to rock back and forth against my cock. Sheila pushed her head under her and was licking her clit and my balls. I was truly, truly blessed, for sure. I felt Cheryl get very wet and loose, I felt Sheila’s finger slide up my ass, I began to flood Cheryl with my cum. Shooting it deep into her womb and trembling, I couldn’t pull out. But as she got more slippery, I fell out into Sheila’s mouth.
“I’m almost there…don’t stop.”
Sheila began to lick her clit and I got down and slipped my tongue into her hole sucking our combined fluids. As she began to bounce and cum, I couldn’t hang on so I backed off and watched as Sheila finished her off. She collapsed on the bed. Sheila and I looked at each other and grinned as both our faces were smeared with cum – mine and Cheryl’s. We moved up the bed and began a three-way kiss, passing the cum between us, moaning and giggling.
Then the three of us lay together quietly.
After what seemed to be hours, I got up and polished off the bottle of champagne.
“Dead soldier!” I said as I handed the glasses around.
The two luscious women roused and took sips.
“So, was it as good for you as it was for us?”
“Oh, my goodness. It was better than I ever dreamed. Now, I don’t think I’m gay but I really liked the way you tasted, Sheila. You felt so soft in my mouth and so tender and really delicious. But I liked your cock, too. You’re both such wonderful lovers. And I can’t believe you tasted your cum in me, that was amazing.”
It was as though we had opened Cheryl’s tap and now she could not turn it off. She babbled about how the differences left and how good she felt and how she was glad she could get in touch with herself.
“Sometimes, when I finger myself, I taste my finger but it doesn’t taste like anything.”
“No, no, you’re wrong,” Sheila and I told her.
“Sheila has a more syrupy quality and her scent is more pungent than yours. Your taste is sweeter and lighter. Your scent is not as musky. Both are delicious and wonderful and different,” I told her.
“Yes, everyone is different, Cheryl. When you began to cum, I suddenly tasted a different taste, stronger but more flowery,” Sheila explained.
“Frankly, we both enjoy being bisexual…”
“It’s not that,” Sheila cut in, “we both enjoy uninhibited sex, we like to cut loose, we like different experiences…and all of them are good. All of them make us feel more in touch with our bodies and our minds. It centers me. You can create all the labels you like, but I don’t really care about labels. I am a sensual person. That works for me.”
“Wonderfully stated, darling. I think the first time I engaged in man-to-man sex, I was glad that I had the strength to indulge my curiosity and I didn’t feel ashamed. No, I felt liberated. And after that curiosity was fed, I found my ability to face other curiosities easier. I became more relaxed about my own sexuality. I felt more confident…and no, it didn’t make me a bad person.”
“I’d like to watch you with another man. I’m so curious about that. In fact, I want to be with both of you again.”
“Anything is possible, you know. I think we’ll see each other again and again.”
It was getting late. I suggested we shower and let Cheryl go back to her apartment.
“Not yet,” she said, “I want to suck your cock. I want you to cum in my mouth. I want you kiss you after.”
And so she did.
Hours later, after she was gone, Sheila and I were snuggling.
“Do you think I have a good taste?” she asked.
“Hmmm, let me check…”
The End
Happy Hour Threesome
I work in a small office as an invoicing clerk and also head-up the accounts receivable department. Including myself there are a total of nine people in our office and as a result, we all have grown very close over the years.
As such, whenever someone has a birthday that falls on a Friday, we shutdown the office an hour early and most of us go to one of the local bars close to the office for happy hour and a couple of drinks for that person’s birthday.
A few weeks ago, Heather, one of our customer service reps, had turned 28 and we had planned for a Friday afternoon cake followed by a couple of drinks. All went as planned with everyone from the office showing up, but must only staying for one drink. Those of us non-lightweights ended up staying for more and as the evening wore on only Heather, I and Kris remained at our table. We were also joined by one of Kris’ friends, Julie after she got off of work. Heather, who I had a big thing for, even though she did not know it and all others in the office did, decided it was time to head home and I of course volunteered to walk her to her car.
Heather accepted the invitation for the escort to her car but said she needed to use the lady’s room first, Julie said she needed to go to so the two of them headed to the restroom.
“Are you that desperate that you are going to walk her to her car in hopes of getting a quick kiss or something more from her,” suggested Kris.
“I hope it is something more, but the answer is yes, I am that desperate,” I replied.
“She just loves to tease you and have you trail behind her like a little dog,” Kris countered.
I ignored the comment as Heather and Julie came back from the restroom and Heather and I went towards the door towards the parking lot.
“Thanks for getting me to my car, I guess I will see you on Monday, believe it or not, but I have two dates for this weekend, wish me luck,” said Heather.
Talk about a punch to the stomach, getting that empty feeling. I think Heather told me this to make sure she kept me in my place, which is below her and her being out of my reach. With that I said happy birthday and told her I would see her on Monday and headed back to the bar in a bad state of mind.
After stopping at the bar for a gin and tonic, I went back to the table where Kris and Julie were sitting and they both could tell something had changed.
I was never that close to Kris in our office, she was a single mother and a little rough around the edges. She had dark red hair and a body that was very average, a large tattoo on her right leg, but she was a helpful person in the office, but one who would always speak before thinking.
Her friend Julie who I had met a few times before was a heavier woman who dressed very gracefully for her weight and had huge tits, at least 38D and bleached blonde hair. She was another woman who spoke before thinking and was also a little rough around the edges, but seemed like a good person and one who liked to be in charge.
“No good night kiss or hug from Heather?” asked Kris.
“Nothing, as a matter of fact she told me she had two dates lined up for the weekend and said it as to rub it in my face,” I told them both.
The conversation took a big lull at this point and I decided it was time to head home. “It has been fun, but I think I should head home before another drink,” I said.
“I think we are headed out as well, going back to my house to change and head out bar-hopping around her tonight,” explained Julie.
With that we made our way to the parking lot and I followed Kris and Julie out of the parking lot, Kris had gotten into Julie’s car and left her car in the parking lot. After the discussion with Heather, I was feeling down and out and then my cell phone rang.
“Hey, Harry, it’s Kris, Julie and I wanted to know if you wanted to hang out with us tonight, you seem pretty down,” said Kris.
“Kris thanks for the offer, but I think I am headed home, it’s been a long week,” I told her.
“C’mon, Julie and I will make sure you have a good time as long as you can handle us,” Kris replied.
At this point, with nothing better to so, I told her I would hang out with them for a couple of drinks. She told me that they were headed back to Julie’s house to clean up a little and that I could follow them.
Once we got to Julie house, I sat down in the family room while Kris and Julie went upstairs to change. Julie and Kris both came down the stairs quickly and as they came into the living room, I saw both we now only dressed in long t-shirts and both had bare legs and what I am assuming were panties.
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“We decided it would be better to hang out here for a while and see if we can have some fun here,” said Julie. Both women while neither overly attractive, had something about them that made them fuckable.
“Kris, go get us a couple of beers from the fridge,” said Julie. “I will keep Larry entertained.”
With that Julie sat down on the couch and swung her legs up onto my lap, confirming that she was wearing panties. “Do you like my tattoo,” asked Julie. Turning her leg over in my lap to show me the small red dragon tattooed onto her inner thigh.
“It protects my treasure,” Julie said laughingly.
“What’s so funny,” asked Kris, bringing the three beers in and standing in front of us.
“I was showing Larry the guard to my treasure,” said Julie.
“I can top that” replied Kris. She then turned around and pushed her panties down and raised up her long t-shirt and showed of two rabbits tattooed on her asscheeks.
“They are looking for a long, hard carrot, you have one Larry,” asked Kris.
“I think you are way overdressed for the party, lose some of the clothes,” said Julie.
With that I stood and pulled my shirt and shoes and sock along with my pants off and got down to my boxers as both Kris and Julie screamed to take it all off. I told them they had to get naked first. With that Julie stood pulled her t-shirt over her huge, saggy tits and slid her panties down her fat legs and showed off a dark and very hairy pussy. Kris also pulled her t-shirt off and turned around to expose her smaller and firmer tits and her red-haired bush. I followed by dropping my boxers exposing my average, yet thick 7" dick that was harder than ever.
“Now this is a party, Larry on your back, I want to ride you hard, Kris get on his face and you better do a good job with your tongue boy or we will have to get rough,” said Julie, as she gave my balls a hard squeeze. For whatever reason, I knew Julie could get rough and kick my ass if she wanted to, so I wanted to give Kris the pussy-eating of her life.
I lay back on the floor as Julie straddled my dick and fell right down on it with a deep growl. She then started to move up and down hard and fast on me as she reached out to pull Kris down onto my face.
Kris straddled my face and put her pussy right on my lips and started to grind away, oooohhhing and awwwwing every time her clit hit my nose. Both women were riding me hard.
“Kris turn around so I can get at those titties of yours, Larry won’t mind eating you from behind, give him a taste of your asshole as a treat,” said Julie. “Don’t stop fucking me either Larry, we have a good rhythm going and you are starting to hit my clit each time.”
As Kris turned around and went to sit on my face ass first, Julie pulled her down hard and pushed her ass toward my face and told me to start to lick and suck.
I could her Julie and Kris kissing as one rode my face and the other my dick.
“I am going to cum Kris, bite my nipples and you keep fucking me boy,” screamed Julie.
““AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH, motherfucker, feels good, don’t stop thrusting and bite harder bitch,” screamed Julie as her cunt muscles grabbed my dick like a vice.
As hard as it grabbed, her cunt would not let me cum for some reason. The harder I fucked, the more my dick hurt from not getting to release my cum.
“You don’t get to cum until I say you can, that is what good muscle control and lots of practice does for a pussy,” laughed Julie. “How is his tongue and mouth doing on your asshole and cunt?”
“Feels fucking good, I am getting close,” cried Kris. “His tongue is all the way up my butt tickling my insides, feels so good, FUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKK…..aaaaaaaaaahhh, I’m cummmmmmmingggg, aaaaaaaghhhhh.”
“That sounded like a good cum Kris, do you think we should let Larry cum now or not,” asked Julie.
Breathing hard and almost in tears, Kris replied, “I don’t know I think we should use him for our pleasure a little more before we let him cum,” evilly laughed Kris.
“Sounds good to me,” replied Julie as she climbed onto my face and spread her pussy cheeks and laid her pussy onto my mouth and nose.
The End
Patio Party Striptease
A few months ago my wife Laura and I were invited to a house party at my buddy, Barry’s place. That wasn’t new; we usually partied at their house a handful of times a year. As we walked in, fashionably late, of course, there was the usual list of suspects. I went to high school with Barry, and even many years later there were still a bunch of us that hung out and partied together. We had all grown up and built lives for ourselves, but we still found time for the old crew. Over the years we had a few adventures with these people, but nothing overtly sexual. A few of us would hot tub in the nude together occasionally; we had all kissed the other’s wives at New Years, etc. There was nothing serious to it, just good fun. As such, the flirting and banter between the men and women was a constant at these events.
Barry was a ‘head’ in high school and still smoked pot regularly. I was late trying it and as such never really did it that much, and hardly at all anymore except at Barry’s parties. Laura, who I had met in college, had never tried pot until she met me, and after a bad experience with some particularly strong “Maui Powee” she never touched it at all these days. When the first joint was passed to me I took a hit without much thought and passed it along. When it came around to Laura I was surprised to see her take a quick puff. I watched her throughout the evening and every time a joint came around she took another, and after the first couple she actually inhaled fairly deeply. I wasn’t worried about her though, this stuff was a lot mellower than the stuff that had got her all paranoid a couple of years ago. She seemed really relaxed and looked like she was having a great time.
Around 11:00 or so I walked outside with a fresh Caesar, vodka and spiced Clamato, in case you are wondering. Even before I passed through the patio doors I could hear Barry’s wife, Deb, getting into a mild argument with my friend, Dave, over off the corner of the patio. Dave was our resident trouble maker. He just loved to get into people’s heads, and tonight it seemed Deb was his chosen target. Unfortunately for Deb, she was completely out-gunned in this fight. At 5'5" and a stunning blonde Deb was a walking wet dream. She worked part time as an aerobics instructor so she was really fit for a 35 year old mother of two, and the breast implants she had after her second child didn’t hurt her look either. But, for all her physical attributes, Deb was the proverbial dumb blonde. She wasn’t making any head way at all with Dave, but just then I heard my wife Laura chime in to rescue her. This I had to see. Laura and Dave have a love/hate relationship that goes all the way back to college. Over the years they have gone toe-to-toe a couple of times over all sorts off issues, and from the sound of their raised voices tonight was going to be yet another round.
It took me a moment or two to figure out what they were arguing about, but before too long it seemed the issue was strippers. Dave was taking the affirmative side, naturally, while the girls were taking the negative position.
“It’s cheating!” I heard my wife say.
It is not!" Dave replied. “It is just harmless fun!”
“Harmless?” raged Laura. “What part of coercing young women into taking off their clothes for money is harmless?”
“We don’t coerce them! They do it because they want to!”
“For the money!!” Laura pointed out.
“For the money” Dave admitted.
“So they’re prostitutes?” demanded Laura.
“They are not!” responded Dave.
“Well they have sex for money! It sure sounds like prostitution to me!” quipped Laura.
“It’s not sex. They just dance!”
“Oh I see”, said Laura. “So they just dance, do they? They don’t rub their breasts in your face or grind their asses into your crotch?”
Dave just stood there dumbfounded not knowing what to say.
Laura had a smug look on her face because she knew she had made her point, and just to rub it in she added, “Paying girls for sexual favours, even small sexual favours is prostitution, and prostitution sounds like cheating to me!”
A small round of cheers rose at that, and not just from the girls, either. A couple of husbands high-fived Laura, likely for no other reason than she had put Dave in his place which happened more infrequently than most of us would have liked.
Still, not one to let anyone else have the last word Dave announced a little too loudly, “Well we wouldn’t even need to do go see strippers if you girls entertained us once in a while. Men are visual. We need stimulation!”
There was quite a bit of laughter at that, but one of the other guys, Scott, chimed in on Dave’s side, “Yeah. A little strip tease now and then would do wonders for my sex drive!” We couldn’t help it, but we all looked at his wife, Cheryl, a cute little brunette who was now blushing from head to toe. While I would not have minded seeing her naked, Cheryl was seemingly the last girl in the group who would do something like that.
Laura turned on Scott and said, “Well it is too bad you aren’t married to me because you would have the best sex life ever then!!”
“What do you mean?” asked Scott.
“I mean I strip for Tim all the time! It’s fun!” She didn’t do it ALL the time, but I had experienced a few very sensual dances from Laura in the past on Valentine’s Day, anniversaries, etc. And I can tell you they were way more exciting than anything I had experienced in a strip club.
“You do?” asked Cheryl. “I could never…”
“Sure you could. It’s easy. I bet all the girls here have done it at one time or another. Right, Deb?”
Deb didn’t say a thing, but the smile on Barry’s face told us all we needed to know. Then he dropped the bomb that changed the whole evening.
“Yeah, Deb loves to strip for me, but what she really wants to do is strip before a group of people, or rather, men.”
For a few seconds there was stunned silence and now it was Deb’s turn to blush. She punched her husband on the arm. “Barry! That’s a secret just for us.”
“Well it is no secret now” announced Dave. “C’mon! Give us a show!”
Most of us ignored Dave right then as there were a few questions and side discussions going on. The story came out that Deb had been very embarrassed by her body after the birth of their second child. Her already small breasts had simply collapsed into flaps of skin after she quit nursing and that was why she had got the breast implants. However, no matter how much Barry told her she looked beautiful now her old body image remained and she still had doubts anyone but her husband would find her attractive. Every man there told over and over her how attractive they thought she was and how exciting it would be for them to see her strip; Dave most loudly of all. This went on a few minutes and then the moment seemed to be over until after a few seconds of contemplation Deb turned to Barry.
“Would it be okay?” she asked him.
“What? Strip? Do you really want to?” he asked in return with his eyebrows raised slightly.
She nodded shyly, and added, “But I don’t think I could if I was the only one who did. I would be too embarrassed in front of the other girls.”
“It’s okay, Barry said. “Just forget I said anything about it. None of the other girls are going to strip with you.”
My heart leapt into my throat when Laura piped up. “I’ll do it! I’ll strip, too! In fact, we all will. Won’t we girls?”
There were a few murmured agreements, some grumbling from a couple of guys who obviously wanted no part of their wives doing a striptease in front of us, but to the surprise of everyone Cheryl stepped up and said she wanted to do it, too. I think Cheryl may have been the most surprised of all except for her husband Scott who was open mouthed in his disbelief.
Before anyone had a chance to change their minds Dave quickly became the ring master and got everything arranged. In spite of being a bit of an ass about things at times he is also smart enough to know when to shut up. He was actually very considerate of the girls as he helped them pick some music to dance to and I assume from the fact he went inside with them that he helped pick out their costumes, too. The whole time Dave busied himself getting everything ready I still didn’t quite believe it was going to happen, and I was stunned silent when I realized my wife Laura was going to be the first to perform.
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We hadn’t had a chance to discuss this but it would have made no difference to me one way or the other. I always told Laura her body was her own and she could do with it what she chose just as long as she was always honest with me. To date the only things she has ever done was a little nude hot tubbing, a week of topless sun bathing in the tropics, and a handful of beads she earned the old fashioned way in New Orleans last year. Most of the guys and girls there had seen her naked before, although never with this kind of electricity in the air.
Dave made a big deal about announcing Laura through the Karaoke microphone and with a smattering of applause and a couple of wolf whistles. Laura made her way to center stage, or in this case, patio. Lit now by only a few paper patio lanterns the effect was not dissimilar to what you might have experienced in an actual strip club. The music started and Laura began to sway with it.
Her first song was ‘Lady in Red’ which was fitting given the red satin night gown she had borrowed from Deb. Low cut in the front and cut high along the thigh the gown gave us all tantalizing hints of what was underneath. Her lithe body looked amazing as she moved. For the couple of minutes Laura didn’t do much but sway and slide her arms up over her head seductively. But from the rapt attention of everyone there she could have been the most skilled striptease artist in the world. Not a word was said. As the song progressed Laura made a point of lifting her gown showing more and more leg, and glimpses of her ass and panty clad pussy, also red. In the final few moments of the song, with my heart in my throat, I watched as Laura undid the ties at her throat and let the gown fall to the floor. She looked stunning standing there in a skimpy red bikini she must also have borrowed and we all gasped as one when she turned around and we saw the bottoms were a thong. Even after two kids I thought Laura had an ass to die for, and tonight I could not believe how sexy she looked. I have to admit I was proud.
“Lady in Red” wound down and there was a few moments of awkward silence as Dave fumbled with CDs, but shortly Laura’s second song began. Rod Stewart’s ‘Hot Legs’ Where Laura was sultry in the first song she literally prowled the stage during the second. Almost angrily she tore off her bikini top and threw it into the crowd to cheers. As she strutted back and forth in beat to the music I saw her in a way I had never seen before. When she danced for me it was always sensual and intimate. This was Laura exhilarating in the feeling of displaying herself to others. She literally jutted her breasts in front of her as she danced. Towards the end she was still wearing the G-string bottoms and I thought she would stop there. But then Dave chanted “Take it off! Take it off!” She turned to look at him with a bit of a glare and I knew it was over when he mouthed the word “Chicken!” That was it! Laura spun around, put her thumbs into the waist band of her bottoms, and bending over slipped them all the way down and over her ankles. We had a great view of her ass and quick glimpse of her pussy as she did so, but in the light where she was standing you really couldn’t see much. Just then the song ended and Laura turned to face us, arms triumphantly upraised, legs slightly spread. Everyone cheered and Laura looked radiant with a slight sheen of sweat. It was a sight I knew I would never forget. I could not wait to get her home. But that wasn’t going to happen just yet.
Almost immediately it seemed Dave was announcing Deb. Like Laura she began with more modest clothes on, in this case a long flowing pink peignoir with a feathered collar, and she danced slowly and seductively at first as well. To be honest I don’t remember much of her routine early on because my head was still swimming with the thoughts of what my wife had just done. But, when she dropped the gown and we saw that all she was wearing underneath it was a belly chain she had my attention back big time. I have never been fond of fake breasts, but Deb’s doctor had done an amazing job. Rather than the typical bullet breast you see these days Deb’s had just the right amount of sag, and if not for the fact they didn’t sway much you might not have guessed they weren’t real. Being an aerobics instructor Deb was extremely flexible and her dance ended with her doing a full split, made all the more erotic when she turned to face us and her pussy opened up for all to see. I doubt there was guy there that would have volunteered to walk anywhere in that moment if their cocks were as hard as mine.
Deb gathered her things and was met by her husband, Barry, who immediately told her how beautiful she looked, and those thoughts were echoed loudly by us all. Deb was obviously very pleased by our reactions as she headed off to get dressed again.
By this time Laura had settled in next to me wearing her T-shirt and blue jeans once again. I hugged her, kissed her neck, and told her how proud of her I was. She just smiled and whispered, “Wait until I get you home!!”
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Just then Dave began proclaiming that Cheryl was up next. I glanced over at Scott and where had watched the other two girls with enthusiasm her looked a little sick as his wife Cheryl began her routine to Billy Idol’s ‘Eyes Without a Face’. She began a little nervously and sensing that the girls began to cheer her on. As she gained confidence not only did her dancing improve but there was an air of sexuality that came over her I had never even suspected was there. As the tempo of the song picked up half way through she untied the short blue satin gown she was wearing and let it drop to the floor behind her. Almost like a go-go dancer she began to gyrate in the white string bikini she had on underneath and before long she was swinging the top over her head. She was mesmerizing.
I had always known Cheryl was a ‘sleeper’ but I had no idea she was as sexy as this, and on top of it all her body was flawless. Amazing C-cup breasts, perky nipples, just enough muscle tone in her arms, legs, and abdomen to define them without them appearing muscular, and all that wrapped up in a perfect head-to-toe tan. Stealing a glance over at her husband he seemed to be more entranced by what was happening on stage than anyone. As her first song ended Cheryl untied her bottoms and let them fall to the floor. For a few moments she just stood there in the nude breathing hard as Dave scrambled to get another CD playing. Shy, quiet, little Cheryl was literally smoldering on stage. Her eyes seemed to focus beyond us as though she were in her own sensual world. The heave of her chest as she breathed did nothing but make her more beautiful. Then the second song started.
Unlike the other two girls, Cheryl’s second song was a slow one. As the first strains of Toni Braxton’s ‘You’re Makin’ me High’ drifted over us she closed her eyes and let the music take her. No one moved as we watched this woman slowly make love to herself. As one of her hands slid down and over one breast and then down her arm, her other hand was squeezing her other breast. Her fingers were pulling gently on her nipple. Like a cat stretching she raised her hands over her head and slowly lowered herself to her knees sitting back on her haunches. Leaning way back until hair touched the floor only her hands which were now grasping the inside of her thighs kept her from falling backwards. She pulled herself back up, but with her head still tilted backward she brought her hands up to squeeze her breasts upwards together pinching her nipples as she did so.
All the while it was hard not to watch between her legs. Her swollen clit was clearly visible through the wisps of hair she had down there. She leaned back again, this time arching her back into a bridge with only her head holding her up. Both of her hands glided slowly down over her body and covered her mound. Subtley, she started to bounce just a little with the bump and grind of the music. Deeper and deeper her fingers probed until she had two fingers up inside of her. We could not see a thing because of her hands, but the sight of this woman touching herself left nothing to the imagination.
Suddenly she arched her back even more and I could see her pelvis clamp down on her hand. She let out small whimpers as her orgasm rushed over her, and when it was done she collapsed with the release she felt. While the music played onward she moved not a muscle. Not one of us moved. If everyone else was like me they could not have moved anyway. I was still in rapt awe of what I had just watched.
Laura was the first to recover her senses. She picked up Cheryl’s gown and knelt at her side stroking her hair and whispering to her. Cheryl opened her eyes and blinked a couple of times before smiling shyly at Laura. Laura pulled her back to her knees, helped Cheryl on with her gown, then pulled her up and helped her back into the house with Scott following closely behind.
I have no idea whether any of the other girls had intended to strip that night or not, but it was apparent very quickly that tonight’s show was over. Why would anyone want to follow an act like we had just seen? The party quickly began to break up and after some awkward good-byes we all made our way to our cars.
On the drive home Laura was strangely quiet.
“Are you okay” I asked
She just smiled and said, “Yes. I’m fine. I am just thinking about what happened. It was quite a night wasn’t it?”
“Yes it was” I agreed. “Quite a night!”
“Could you believe what Cheryl did?”
“No, I would never have imagined, but I am glad I was there to see it.”
“Me, too!” Laura responded. “She was so hot I wanted to be on stage with her. I have never wanted a woman that way before, but tonight… Oh yeah!”
“Wow” I thought to myself. “You’re serious?” I asked. “You wanted to make love to another woman? Do you think you could actually do it?”
She smiled at me for a moment knowing how much this conversation was turning me on. “After what I saw tonight, that is a definite… maybe!”
The End