I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was sudden and I physically jumped. I span round.
"I expected you to come from over there" I said, trying to play it cool but sounding decidedly ruffled.
"You're funny" She giggled, kissing me on the cheek. Her perfume smelled gorgeous, and slightly stunned, I took a step back to see if she was half as pretty as I remembered. Standing only a few inches shorter than me, she had thick, black, luxurious hair which cascaded over her shoulders and curled like two sleeping Persian cats on either side of her bare cleavage. Her breasts were pushed up high! Their size seemed out of proportion to her narrow but curvatious waist, which was hugged by a short and expensive looking pale-blue, silk dress. She had athletic, powerful legs. They were long and smooth looking and flowed perfectly down into a pair of glamorous high-heels. How she could stand there with no visible aversion to the cold I have no idea. But suddenly I felt severely underdressed. I composed myself and took hold of her hand.
"Let's go" I flung the restaurant door open and strode in ahead of her, tossing chivalry to the wind!
Inside, I was temporarily overwhelmed by the excessively warm air. So much so that I didn't notice the waiter asking me if I had booked a table. Georgia had to step in. So far I was not coming over as assertive and confident as I'd hoped. The restaurant was heaving with happy couples and we were led right to the other end where we were seated. The tables were decked out in tacky, red table cloths and helium filled, heart shaped balloons.
"Isn't it all so cute?" said Georgia. I smiled in agreement when I was actually contemplating how such blatant commercialism seemed to totally obliterate true romance from any occasion.
Conversation got off to a shaky start. She said her dad was Russian so I asked what he thought now that his country was democratic. She began to file her nails with a blank expression and said; "I don't know. I suppose he likes it." I thought better than to try discussing the works of Pushkin or Tolstoy with her. I was in a belligerent mood but I didn't want to put her off completely as I found her extremely attractive. Now I was sitting opposite her I could take more notice of her sexy eyes, high cheekbones and full lips. I probably spent half the time staring at her rather prominent breasts but she seemed to enjoy being looked at and I'm sure she was pushing them out, inviting me to feast my eyes!
I thought the night had started badly, so emboldened by a few more glasses of wine and feeling that I'd not much left to lose, I decided to bite the bullet.
"So what exactly do you look for in a man?" I asked, casually as possible. She leaned her chin on her hand and looked straight at me, a naughty smile beginning to spread across her face.
"I like a man who looks after himself well" She purred and lowering her gaze as if gesturing towards my lower body. This was crazy! A surge of confidence raced through me and me I leaned towards her.
"I've always kept mine nicely cropped. It's the least I'd expect from a girl so why shouldn't I? Plus it has the advantage of making it look bigger....Not that I need any help in that department!"
"I meant shaved!" She whispered now as our faces were getting closer.
"Shaved?" I spluttered. That had knocked the wind right out of my sails. "I don't know if I'd trust myself with a razor down there!" I virtually stammered. What was wrong with these women? What more could they expect from us?
"Well I've got a pretty steady hand" She quickly cut in. I pretended to think for a second while I regained my composure.
" Well maybe you could show me how?"
"I'd love to" she said lustfully, then bit her bottom lip. What a day this was turning out to be! We both hurried through our main courses and decided against dessert now that the deal was sealed. We hurried into the night and hailed a taxi.
Back at Jenny's flat the lights were already on. It was lit warmly and Jenny had tidied up a bit before leaving. "Is this your place?" said Georgia.
"It is for tonight" I hurriedly replied. There was a definite sense of urgency in our voices and we made only a few brief exchanges. Having enquired as to the direction of the bathroom she strode off towards it, slipping the straps of her dress off of her shoulders in the process. The smooth material slid down to floor revealing a tiny thong. None of this broke her step and she seemed to glide across the room, still in her high heels. As she reached the door she looked round and gestured for me to follow, a look of hunger in her eyes. I hurried after, pulling off my T-shirt and undoing my belt. No apprehension this time! When I got to the bathroom she had virtually gutted the small wall cabinet and had found a pink, disposable razor and some shaving gel. She dropped to her knees to inspect my neatly trimmed and fully erect cock which I unashamedly wielded over her.
"Nice" she said, referring to Jenny's handiwork. There was definite sarcasm and for a second I felt defensive towards Jenny. This was quickly forgotten as Georgia began massaging shaving gel into my short pubic hair.
"mmmm" She kept making these noises seemingly unconsciously and occasionally flicked her tongue over the end of my cock. This made me spasm with pleasure and she giggled, wide eyed as she worked. I couldn't remember ever being so turned on. Even the coldness of the porcelain against my ass was pleasurable. The tap was running and between each stroke of the razor she reached up to rinse off the hair, putting the end of my dick in her hot mouth at the same time and always moaning with pleasure.
"mmmmm" or "ooooo". She had soon shaved me balls and all. The feel of the air against my skin was an extra turn on but when she expertly removed her bra and placed my cock between those large, round breasts I thought I was going to come there and then. She used her tits to wipe away all the excess shaving gel.
"Now I want you inside me, ok?" She said, not really giving me a choice. All I could do was nod as she took me by the hand and lead me to the bed.
Jenny's flat was a bed-sit. This meant that the living room doubled up as the bedroom so we didn't have far to go. Georgia never even turned to face me. She just climbed on to the bed on all fours and pushed her ass in the air expectantly. This struck me as a slight turn off after the erotic teasing that I had been through previously that day. But I took my position behind her, as my cock still ached like never before to be relieved. She still had her thong on and I pulled it aside to begin to work my end into her. It felt tight and hot at first and she eased herself back onto the full length of me. At fist I felt as if I might finish pretty soon but as she became more and more wet, I slid in and out easily, without the same intense stimulation. I settled into a rhythm, which she seemed to like. My balls were making a slapping noise against the back of her thighs and I loved pulling her ass cheeks apart to get a good look at her. She seemed to like this too as it made her cry out but I could feel myself getting less and less turned on. This had happened to me quite often in the past. If I felt I was losing a personal connection with my partner, I also began to lose my arousal. This was meant to be the perfect end to the night and now I was complaining to myself of being bored. I tried to think erotic thoughts but Georgia's moans seemed to be becoming more and more fake.
I was just about to suggest a change of position when I heard the key suddenly rattling in the front door. The door opened slightly and a small, bedraggled figure sheepishly side-stepped through it into the living room. It was Jenny. I was completely speechless and I stopped dead in my tracks.
"What are you doing back?" I weakly questioned her. I was mortified. She looked so pathetic standing there in a tiny black dress with her hair soaked and plastered down over her eyes. It must have started raining.
"Fucking mummy's boy doesn't screw on a first date" She whimpered an embarrassed explanation. She seemed as embarrassed as me. I couldn't see Georgia's face and I guessed she would be pretty shocked and embarrassed too. None of us seemed to know what to do next. I was still up to my balls in Georgia and then Jenny, who has a reputation for digging herself into deeper and deeper holes, reached into her handbag. Nervously she produced a small vibrator and then in some attempt to break the ice
with a joke, said
"I guess this is the only action I'll be getting then" She was met with silence and then added "I'll leave you guys to it" and headed for the bathroom. Georgia, who's reaction I hadn't been able to gauge until now, suddenly spoke
"You poor baby" She purred. Jenny stopped. "Why don't you bring that over here?" She continued, sympathetically but authoritative. The two sexy girls stared at each other; one commanding, one obeying. My swirling mind began to doubt my own presence in the room in the midst of this powerful display of trust between the two female strangers. But as Jenny began to approach, her head lowered and as if pulled by some invisible force, my breathing became heavy, every one of my senses became aroused. In the silence, Georgia reached out and touched Jenny comfortingly, a gesture which was taken as an instruction to remove her sodden, black dress. It clung to her hips before dropping to the floor with a quiet thump. Her naked body was slightly pink in places from the cold and her nipples were rock hard. She looked as if she might weep as she knelt submissively before the seductress, and face to face with me.
The pleading, hungry look was back on her childish face and she exhaled sharply as Georgia gently brushed the vibrator up her thigh and over her pussy lips. This seemed like a cue for me to get back to work with my now throbbing cock. Jenny and I stared into each other's eyes as we took our pleasure simultaneously from this beautiful, Russian sorceress who seemed to have put a spell on us both. Jenny lay back and spread her legs for the moaning Georgia who expertly worked the vibrator over her little, pink clitoris. With this mesmerising sight before me I soon felt myself close to an orgasm. Jenny was laying back and staring up at me running the fingers of one hand through her wet hair. "I'm gonna come Baby" She seemed to say, almost telepathically. This didn't feel like a threesome, but like a supreme spiritual bonding between the two of us. Two friends. Two soul-mates. I watched hypnotised as she writhed and spasmed, crying out with her soft, breathy voice. I removed myself from Georgia, raised my self up so my balls rested on her lower back and let the warmth of climax flood into me. I grasped myself firmly and let the white streaks arch over Georgia's shoulder (some getting caught in her thick, black hair) and land on little Jenny. Some of it reached as high as her small, firm breasts and she rubbed it in to her skin as if it were some powerful, healing substance.
I felt bad for Georgia immediately afterwards. She'd been nothing more than an object during our adventure, and almost surplus to requirements by the end but she seemed to understand. She kissed us both on the mouth in turn and then walked away, still in just a thong, to make some coffee for us all. I spoke first to Jenny "Technically, we still haven't broken our rule." Jenny giggled and replied
"Happy Valentines Baby!"
The End.
Michael's New Calling
Michael's heart pounded and his lungs cried out for air as he finished his last lap in the pool. When his had touched the edge he gasped and clung to the side as his body throbbed from the exertion. Once he caught his breath he climbed out, water dripping from his slim muscular frame. His tight red speedo clung to his waist showing the outline of his package. He stood for a moment stretching his upper body knowing that there were several young college girls watching him. Michael had broad shoulders and stood six feet tall. His chest and abs were will defined like a typical swimmers and his pale blue eyes and light blonde hair helped to make him an extremely attractive young man. He knew he was good looking and he liked to show off his physique, but his flauntings were subtle. He did have a measure of humility after all. He'd won a swimming scholarship to study kinesiology and was doing well. His study in health and body mechanics had helped him improve his swimming and would give him a bright future. He was on track to graduate at the top of his class this year and intended to let nothing stand is the way of that. He was disciplined enough not to let college life with it's parties and easy women side track him although he had indulged in both.
"Michael?" a voice called to him from behind.
Micheal looked turned and saw a commanding women who was in her late thirties and very attractive. Slim hips, long dark hair and beautiful hazel eyes.
"Are you Micheal Jones?" she asked.
Still breathing heavy he nodded yes.
" My name is Anna Smith and I understand there was an accounting error and you weren't paid for lifeguarding at the Calderon function last week. Is that right? she asked.
"Yes." he said.
"On behalf of The Calderon Group I'd like to apologize for any inconvience. I have a cheque with me now to give to you and a small bonus to compensate for the mistake." she said.
"Oh," Micheal replied, "Well, thank you. I didn't expect it to be brought to me."
"Well we at Calderon like to make sure all of our oversights, no matter how seemingly small, are delt with in a professional manner." she replied.
Michael notice how her top clung to her and enchanced her breasts. Her eyes were dark and sexy and he quickly wondered how her even darker hair would look contrasting his light blonde hair if they were in the throws of a hot sexual embrace. She held out an envelope with his payment but he hesitated because he was obviously too wet from his swim.
"Let me dry off a bit." he said.
He walked over to the benches where his swim bag and towel were and was glad to put his back to her because he could feel his swim briefs tightening as his cock began to swell at the sexual thought he had just had of her. He quickly dried off himself off and with his back turned toward her he wrapped his towel around his waist, knotting it to the front so as to hide the fact his cock was at half mast already. He wondered to himself what it would be like to fuck this gorgeous older woman. To feel himself inside her. Her legs wrapped around his lower back, staring into those mysterious hazel eyes while feverously thrusting his cock in and out of her. He gave his head a shake to break his trance but it was too late. His erect penis popped through the thin waist band of his speedo. The towel still covered it, but just barley. He turned toward her to take the envelope and when her hand touched his he felt his dick pulse. There was a pause as the two looked at each other. It was more than obvious to Michael she was taking in and enjoying the sight of his nearly naked body. When her eyes came back up from his navel she broke the silence first.
"Micheal, do you teach private lessons?"
He stuttered as he replied,"Yes."
"Good. Can you be at my house at 7pm tonight? she said in a commanding tone.
"What?" He stammered
"Yes I live at 1010 Daga Drive. My pool is more than adequate. I don't feel comfortable in a public place. Is that a problem?"
"Uh, No, I guess not." Micheal replied.
"Good I'll see you then." she said and walked away.
She stopped and walked back to him and handed him her business card. She gave him a appraising stare from head to toe again, then turned and left the pool deck leaving Micheal standing there wet, bewildered and as hard as granite.
Micheal didn't shower immediatly after his swim as he usually did. Instead he just went straight into a bathroom stall and locked the door. The vision of her was still in his mind. He looked at her business card. The name said Anna Smith, Account Representative, Calderon Holdings. He and his roomate were from out of town so he had no idea who she was or what her company did. Her name sounded ordinary enough but the effect she had on him was anything but. Micheal closed his eyes and picked up where his earlier fantasy had left off. He visualized her walking up to him, reaching out and cupping his balls. His own hand playing the part of hers. A wave of lust travelled through is loins and out to the rest of his body. He peeled off his damp speedo, gathered a long length of toilet paper and sat down. He began stroking his hard shaft while imagining Anna kneeling before him ludly swallowing his swollen cock. Within two minutes he gave a shaky exhale and spilled himself into the tissue his other hand held wrapped around the end of his exploding cock. After his release he felt calm. When a few more minutes had passed and his penis was once aga
in flacid, he made his way to the showers.
Anna watched as Michael came up the driveway in an old VW camper van. She watched him exit the vehicle and sling his swim bag over his shoulder. He was dressed in a pair of faded, snugfitting low rise jeans that tapppered sharply at the legs. On his feet were a pair of black, old school Converse runners. A tight red sleeveless shirt with the university's logo on it clung to his well defined pecs and his nearly shoulder length blonde hair bounced slightly with each step as he approached the front door. As he came closer she could clearly see the bulge in his tight jeans. She wondered what type of underwear he wore. Boxers? Not likey with tight low rise jeans. Boxer briefs maybe or tighty whities, after all he was a swimmer and used to having his package bound up. She began to feel her juices flow at the thought of finding out.
As Michael drove up the driveway he was impressed by the size and style of the house. He parked, exited his van, slung his swim bag over his shoulder and walked up to the house. He wondered to himself what he was getting into. Was she really interested in swim lessons, or was she just playing games with him. Teasing him, gettting him all hot and horney for her own amusement, then sending him home with a hard dick. Or, was she really interested in fucking him. He was now 23 and had fucked many girls since coming to university so he was confident enough, but this woman was nothing like the college girls he had his sexual experiences with. He was nervous but could still feel the beginnings of another hard-on as he remembered how her blouse clung to her ample breasts and her skirt accentuated her tight, tear drop shaped ass.
He rang the bell and a few seconds later Anna answered it. She opened the door in a revealing bikini that made her lucious breasts look even better than they had earlier and the string bikini bottoms made her legs go on forever. Over it she wore what looked like a thin see through robe.
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