Red Hot Reads Two

by Lucy Felthouse

  ‘Having a good time?’ Frank asked.

  ‘Sure,’ I said. ‘An absolute ball.’

  ‘That’s good,’ he said, leaning close so as not to have John overhear what he was saying. ‘If you want me to take you to see some real sights, things you’ll never see with a guide, let me know. Tomorrow night is a free one. There’s nothing organised for the group.’

  ‘Like what?’ I asked, eager to experiment with anything and everything after my interesting afternoon.

  ‘Live sex shows, if you’re game.’

  ‘Oh.’ That wasn’t quite what I had expected him to say.

  ‘Sorry, I haven’t offended you, have I?’

  ‘No,’ I said, smiling sweetly.

  ‘It’s just that after this afternoon I thought you might be game.’

  ‘What?’ I flushed scarlet. How did he know?

  ‘Brad’s been telling anyone who will listen. Says you’re hot for anything.’

  ‘Oh, did he now?’ I was fuming. How dare he talk about me that way.

  ‘Tell me,’ I said. ‘Tell me all about these places you’d like to show me...’

  And so he did. By the time he’d finished I had plans for Brad as well. I’d teach him to kiss and tell; well, fuck and tell was more like it. I peered over at Brad and he winked at me. I smiled back but, if he’d have been more attentive, he’d have seen the smile didn’t reach my eyes.

  Later that night, while I was getting ready for bed, I noticed that Melissa had been wearing quite a revealing outfit.

  ‘Were you expecting to interest someone tonight?’ I asked.

  ‘No, why?’

  ‘You just look so...so...sexy,’ I laughed.

  ‘So, you finally noticed,’ she purred.

  ‘Well, yeah how could I not?’ I said.

  She opened up the mini bar and pulled out some small bottles of alcohol.

  ‘Drink?’ she asked.

  ‘Sure.’

  When we finished off what was in there, she opened up a bottle of duty-free Baileys which she’d brought. We were both pretty smashed by this time, giggling and having a good time laughing at the most ridiculous things.

  She began to strip out of her dress, allowing it to fall to the floor leaving her in only a g-string and lacy bra.

  ‘Your turn,’ she whispered.

  I’d never fancied another woman, never even entertained the thought. Now here I was being asked to remove my chemise. I stared at her while she slid her hand over her body, her eyes daring me.

  With some trepidation I slid the straps down and it fell around my feet leaving me in only my panties. My nipples hardened instantly under her scrutiny and I found myself wanting her to touch them, to suck and nibble, to crush in her soft hands. I wanted to feel a woman’s touch.

  ‘Now your panties,’ she demanded.

  I stood there, wondering if I was doing the right thing.

  ‘I said, take your panties off.’

  As though in a trance, I slipped them off, leaving me absolutely naked. I was quivering with expectation.

  ‘Lay on the bed,’ she said coming closer.

  I did.

  ‘Open your legs.’

  I did.

  She fell onto the bed between them, her breath tantalizing my skin. Still eyeing me, she lowered her face, slid out her tongue and lapped at me. I thought I’d die. It was heaven. I tilted my pelvis forward, wanting more. She obliged by licking harder, her tongue forcing its way between the folds to slide over my clit.

  My hands instinctively went to her head. I pushed down, eager for her to smother herself in me. She nuzzled into my opening, her fingers pulling the flaps apart while I tugged at my nipples. Oh, this was so much better than with a man.

  My head fell back, my eyes closed, my hips moved beneath her and then her fingers were inside touching I don’t know what but it was heavenly.

  ‘Oh God, yes,’ I moaned.

  She finger fucked me while driving my clit crazy. I squeezed my legs together, not wanting her to ever stop as an orgasm like I’ve never before experienced shook my entire body. It was as though waves of pleasure rippled through me – not like anything I’ve ever had with a man.

  ‘Bring your cunt up here,’ I demanded, surprising myself.

  Somehow she manoeuvred herself over me. I pulled the g-string away and there was her pussy, pink lips staring at me, only inches away from my mouth. I was nervous. What if I didn’t enjoy it, what if it repulsed me? After the pleasure she had given me, what if I couldn’t reciprocate?

  Now her finger was probing my puckered hole. I clenched involuntarily. She slapped at my thigh. I relaxed, still staring at her flaps, and then slowly slid out my tongue and tentatively licked at her. She continued to probe my hole making it hard for me to concentrate, her tongue flickering madly over my clit. I licked again, this time longer, up and down her slit.

  Nice, very nice. She spread her thighs further, her flaps opening, reminding me of a flower. I sucked gently at her clit, marvelling as it hardened in my mouth. Then my finger was there, easing its way inside, her silky juices pulling me in until I was deep inside, the heat building as my thumb rubbed at her clit.

  She moaned and I knew I had the spot. I rubbed harder, quicker. She ground down on me, almost suffocating me, and then she shook, riding my face as her juices gushed from her to dribble down my throat.

  I don’t know what happened next. The two of us just seemed to go crazy and everything flowed as it should. She’d inched her finger into my hole, tantalizing me and I must admit I loved it. I did the same. With a finger in her hole and my thumb over her clit we brought each other to the most amazing orgasms until we collapsed together.

  ‘Fuck that was good,’ I said.

  ‘Your first time with a woman?’

  ‘God yes, and hopefully not the last,’ I said tweaking at her nipple.

  She slipped out of her bra and g-string, striding into the bathroom only to return with a large make-up bag. From it she produced a bottle of baby lotion. She squeezed it over my breasts, down my abdomen and over my swollen slit. Then she fell on top of me, our two bodies slipping over each other.

  It was magical. Our breasts mashing mounds sliding, hands exploring. It was the most erotic massage I’ve ever had and when, from nowhere, a dildo appeared, I opened my legs eagerly, desperate for a good fucking. And that’s exactly what she did.

  I’ve never experienced anything so amazing in my life. We fell asleep with our arms and legs tangled over each other and in the morning we showered, lay naked on our balcony as we decided what to do that night. I told her about Frank’s suggestion and Brad’s indiscretion.

  ‘Fuck him,’ she said. ‘We’ll get Frank to take the three of us there, maybe put on a bit of a show for Brad, make him see what he’s missing out on – what he could have had if he’d been a bit more of a gentleman.’

  ‘Perfect,’ I said.

  The live sex show had curtained off rooms. For a certain amount of money you were able to segregate yourself from other prying eyes. Just what we wanted. Melissa and I sat together with a guy on either side. The show was just beginning. The couple were behind glass. We could see them but they couldn’t see us as spotlights shone down quite brightly over their area.

  They began by dancing, swaying together and kissing. The guy removed her blouse, bra and she dropped her own skirt, leaving her in a g-string. He stripped out of his clothes, his cock springing up to slap her on the belly as he pulled her back into his arms.

  I was in awe, never having seen another couple naked together and in such close proximity. I felt Melissa’s hand on my thigh. The guy kissed the woman passionately and, when she dropped her head back, he gripped her breast cruelly, tugging at the ni
pples. She pulled at his hair moaning into his mouth, her hand going down to grab his shaft.

  With him now sucking on her breast, she pulled his cock with one hand while the other massaged his balls. She pushed him away, fell to her knees and licked at his knob, sucking it into her mouth, her tongue licking at the edges as she teased him. I pulled my thighs together. He grabbed her head and pushed himself into her mouth pumping rhythmically. The guys shifted uncomfortably beside us.

  Melissa’s hand now slid up my skirt. I deliberately didn’t wear any panties so Melissa had a surprise of her own once we began. I opened my legs a fraction making sure my knee knocked Brad’s. I now had his interest as Melissa’s hand disappeared beneath my skirt completely.

  The guy on the stage picked up the woman and threw her onto the bed. He fell between her open thighs and, with a quick yank, tore her panties, flinging them onto the floor. Her legs fell open, her pussy splayed wide, giving us an eyeful.

  I, too, widened my thighs, giving Melissa better access, my eyes never leaving the show. The guy was licking the woman’s pussy, her thighs wrapped around his head. Then, he was climbing up her body, his long, hard shaft jutting away from him, the knob parting her lips as she spread her legs further for him.

  Melissa fell to the floor, shocking the guys. I know Brad was interested but wasn’t sure Frank knew what we’d been doing. Melissa flipped up my skirt, exposing me, yanking me by the thighs towards her so she could nuzzle into my snatch. I watched, mesmerised, as the guy sunk his cock deep inside the woman, the two of them fucking like crazy before us.

  Brad could barely contain himself as he watched Melissa munch hungrily at me. I grabbed hold of my breasts, naked beneath my shirt, squeezing them as the couple changed positions, she kneeling up on the bed and he behind her, doggy style. He plunged in, fucking her furiously, her breasts jiggling all over the place and her head thrown back, eyes closed, clearly enjoying what he was doing.

  ‘Oh fuck,’ I moaned.

  ‘With pleasure,’ Brad said making a move.

  Melissa stood, undid the zip on her trousers and out popped a dildo that she’d strapped to herself earlier. She pushed the knob in and began fucking me.

  ‘Oh God, yes,’ I whispered. ‘Harder.’

  I noticed Frank had his cock out and was pulling at it. Brad was still in shock as Melissa yanked me out of my chair to sit on her. I wiggled my arse back at her, almost sitting on her lap as the dildo inched its way in, as she lifted my shirt to grab my tits.

  ‘Give me a go,’ Brad demanded.

  We ignored him, both of us glued to the climax of the show. The guy was now fucking the woman up the arse. Sweat was pouring off the two of them as he slammed in and out. He pushed her forward on the bed, her arse pointing upwards as he ground into her and then she was screaming as they exploded, their orgasms closing the show. The light dimmed as he lay on top of her and, with that, Melissa and I stood, straightened our clothes and left the cubicle.

  ‘Fuck, what a show you two put on,’ Brad said, joining us outside.

  ‘We’ll catch our own cab back,’ Melissa said to Frank.

  ‘Hey, what about us?’ Brad moaned. ‘Thought you girls might like to get together, you know, have a show of our own? Just the four of us.’

  ‘Hmm, that would be interesting, wouldn’t it?’ Melissa said.

  ‘What do you say, Frank?’ I asked.

  ‘Sure, why not,’ he said unable to believe his luck.

  As a cab pulled up, we allowed Brad to jump in. The three of us stood there.

  ‘We’ll catch the next one,’ I said.

  ‘What?’ Brad was clearly confused.

  ‘Sorry, Brad, but we don’t want our little get-together broadcast all over the bus tomorrow, so we’d rather you not join us,’ I said slamming the door on him.

  We jumped in the next cab and dashed back to the hotel smirking at Brad who was waiting in the foyer.

  ‘Very funny,’ he said.

  We walked straight passed him to the elevators. Once in our room, we burst out laughing. Frank had been a good sport going along with us so we allowed him to stay the night. To say the three of us had an unbelievable experience would be an understatement. As Brad’s room was right across the hall, we made sure he could hear exactly what he was missing out on.

  Hopefully that will teach him not to fuck and tell in the future.

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