Looking at Jordan excitedly Heather responded enthusiastically, “Of course I don’t mind! I’d love to meet this stud muffin of yours! It should be a fun evening!”
Chapter Two
At precisely seven o’clock on Friday night, Ray pulled up to Jordan’s house and parked in her driveway. He had never been to her house before and was looking forward to seeing her again and meeting her best friend. He and Jordan had not socialized with other people up until this point and he wondered if it would be awkward. But Jordan had insisted that he would like Heather and he was also flattered that she wanted to celebrate his birthday before he left town. Standing at her front door wearing stone washed jeans, cowboy boots and a black polo shirt, he shifted the wine bottle from one hand to the other, took a deep breath and prepared himself for what the night ahead would bring.
Ringing the bell, he heard Jordan race to the door. He saw her welcoming smile as she threw open the door, pulled him inside while kissing him and taking the wine bottle from his hand. Looking into the kitchen he saw Heather seated on a bar stool checking him out with expectation and curiosity. Unlike Jordan with her small frame and shoulder length blonde hair, Heather was tall, slim and had short brown hair with bangs. He could tell right away why they were best friends just by the same positive energy that radiated from each of them. Reaching for Heather’s hand, he introduced himself and just like Jordan had told him, he liked her instantly.
For the next hour they drank wine, enjoyed wonderful appetizers and laughed continuously. He didn’t even mind when Heather made fun of his mechanical engineering background, calling him a “geek!” Of course he couldn’t let her get away with that and proceeded to verbally spar and tease her about the software design industry being just a bunch of “has beens” trying to perfect computer poker!
As they moved to the dining table and sat devouring the quesadillas that Jordan had fixed along with ice-cold margaritas, Ray couldn’t believe how much he was enjoying the evening. The food was delicious, the margaritas strong and cold, and the conversation rampant with good-natured teasing and laughter. As they finished dinner, Jordan suggested, “Let’s go into the living room. The dishes can wait until later. I’ll fire up another round of margaritas!” As he settled down onto the loveseat, Heather curled up across the room on the couch and they continued launching friendly verbal assaults at one another until Jordan returned with their drinks.
As he watched Jordan sit down next to Heather on the couch, he considered himself the luckiest man on earth to be having such a fun evening with two wonderful women. His beautiful and sexy Jordan was in her element and he loved seeing her this way. He lusted over the way her frayed denim shorts clung to her shapely upper thighs and voluptuous backside. She wore a skin-tight red tank top and her feet were playfully bare. It took all his effort to not walk over to the couch, grab her hand and drag her upstairs. But of course that would be rude, so he tried to contain himself and enjoy the company of both of them. It was clear these two women had a tight history together and seemed to be bonded as one, but also individuals in their own right.
Sitting back and slowly fusing his blood stream with the warm caress of 1800 Tequila, he watched the two get into a playful argument about who had the better GPA in college. He was thoroughly amused and increasingly aroused watching them gently slap each other from time to time when a lie was perpetrated or the facts of a particular story exaggerated.
There was no mistaking the bulge in his jeans as he silently observed their comfortable touching of one another as they playfully bantered about. Jumping up from the couch with a final chuckle, Jordan put on a CD and started to sway to the music. Seeing Jordan dancing to a song that had been their favorite in college, Heather jumped up, grabbed Jordan’s hands and they danced around the living room in absolute abandon. He found himself completely dumbfounded and even more aroused than before. Seeing them together had him absolutely convinced that they were far more erotic dancing clothed, than any woman dancing naked at a strip club.
With the change of song came a slower pace and to his utmost shock and delight, the girls started to take off their tops. In that instant, time froze for Ray. He couldn’t have moved from the couch even if he’d wanted to. He could barely keep his drink from spilling onto his lap. For a moment, it was like he wasn’t even in the room. With their tops thrown to the floor, each of the women took their sweet time taking off each other’s bras. Standing with bare creamy white breasts pointing toward each other, they continued to sway gently to the melodic sounds of Fire and Rain. He was enveloped in the most surreal moment of his life. As Jordan reached out to caress Heather’s hair and face, Heather slowly undid Jordan’s shorts and pushed them down to the floor. Seeing Jordan standing before him completely naked from the undressing of another woman was almost too much to bear. A man can only be aroused so much before he becomes completely unglued.
Taking a deep breath and realizing he had to set his drink down, he continued to watch as Jordan reached toward the waist of her best friend’s shorts and lowered them to the floor as well, panties and all. Standing face to face completely naked as the song continued, the women stepped a foot toward each other until they were pressed tightly against one another and kissed deeply while running their hands through each other’s hair. Is this really happening? Ray thought to himself. But he knew his eyes didn’t deceive him. There before him were two beautiful women, completely naked, kissing and fondling one another not just out of drunken unbridled lust, but because of something much deeper. It was erotic, passionate and filled with understanding and deep chemistry. Ray was mesmerized and rock-hard. Feeling Ray’s heat permeate the air, the girls silently smiled at each other and knew what needed to be done.
Chapter Three
Releasing their hold on each other, Heather sat back down on the couch while Jordan walked over to him. Without saying a word, she reached down for his hands and pulled him up to a standing position. Stepping into his strong embrace, she whispered, “I have a surprise birthday present for you that I think you are going to like very much!” Looking at her quizzically, he hoped she was talking about what he thought she was.
“Yeah?” he replied with an innocent, teasing tone. “I can’t imagine what that might be! When can I open it?”
Giving him a sly smile, she said while slipping off his shirt, “I think now is a good time. But I’m going to unwrap it for you!” With his shirt now on the floor, Jordan undid his belt buckle and while Heather quietly watched, she pushed his jeans down to his boots. As she pushed him back, he fell back down onto the couch. Kneeling before him, she took off his boots and pulled his pants completely off. His dick was rock-hard and twitching as he lay completely naked on the couch with two beautiful naked women looking at him hungrily.
Positioned on her knees, Jordan leaned over his lap and started to gently massage the base of his cock while licking around the cleft at the top. His head was smooth and hot and she took her time swirling her lips and tongue around the tip, while stroking the base. All Ray could do was close his eyes, lean his head back and moan as she continued teasing him with her mouth. The next thing he knew, the couch cushion next to him moved and he knew instantly that Heather was next to him. Before he could open his eyes, he felt her lips against his as she started to kiss him deeply and intimately. As she explored his mouth with her wet tongue and moist lips, he felt her take his hands and place them on her breasts. As he cupped her full mounds with both hands, he felt Jordan release her hand from the base of his penis and take him deeper into her mouth, stroking his full length with her soft yet firm lips and tongue.
Heather’s breasts were the size of grapefruits and her nipples were erect. Breaking the heat of their passionate kiss, Ray placed his hands on Heather’s waist and pulled her up ever so slightly, indicating that he wanted her tits in his mouth. Straddling one leg over Jordan’s head in his lap, she kneeled on the couch with one leg on either side of him and guided one heavy breast into his mouth. Sucking
just the very rosy erect nipple of one breast, he massaged and pinched the other. While sucking and biting her big beautiful tits, Heather massaged his head and ran her fingers through his hair. Feeling Jordan taking him deeper and faster, he knew it wasn’t going to be long until these women made him cum like a ball shooting from a canon. Reaching around Heather’s hips, he gently cupped Jordan’s head in his hands and while pulling her mouth away from his throbbing third leg, he growled, “Let’s make this last a little longer, shall we? After all, it is my birthday!”
As Heather crawled off the couch, Jordan stood from her kneeling position and guided Ray to the middle of the living room. Reaching for the coffee table drawer, she pulled out a pair of metal handcuffs. Walking toward Ray she said sweetly, “Put your arms behind your back, birthday boy. Our present to you is one that keeps on giving!” Completely aroused and more than curious as to what the girls had in mind, he did as he was told and kept his mouth shut. Hearing the handcuffs latch behind his back, he was completely and utterly in their hands. Reaching back to the coffee table drawer, Jordan pulled out a bottle of clear lubricant and nodded for Heather to reach out her hands so Jordan could squirt some lubricant into them. As Heather rubbed the lubricant slowly and deliberately between her palms, Jordan squeezed some into her own and did the same thing.
The next thing Ray knew, Heather kneeled down in front of him, and Jordan kneeled down behind him. Heather began by gently massaging and sliding her wet, oily hands all over his crotch and penis. Stroke after stroke, her hands tormented his sensitive cock head and then moved in a seductive rhythm up and down his bulging shaft. Moments later, he felt Jordan’s lubricated hands cupping his balls and massaging his sac from behind. He could barely breathe. The sensation of his penis and balls being lubricated, stroked and pulled at the same left him weak in the knees. As Jordan slid her hands up his backside, she squeezed, rubbed and oiled up his ass cheeks while Heather slid her hands down the base of his cock and reached behind to take over where Jordan had left off.
“Oh my God,” he cried while standing handcuffed and helpless with two women on their knees, one in front and one behind him. While rubbing and caressing one muscular ass cheek, Jordan took two oily fingers from her other hand and slid them up and down his crack.
Closing his eyes, he could barely remain standing as four hands fondled, coddled, squeezed and stroked every part of his manhood. It was a circus of wild, erotic sensations and all he could do was moan out their names to keep from going mad with desire. Fire was now raging through his body and he knew he couldn’t remain standing much longer. Sensing that he was about to either cum or collapse, Jordan unlatched the handcuffs. Reaching for his hand, she pulled him down onto the floor so he lay outstretched on his back. Still on her knees, she straddled his torso with one leg on either side of him. Leaning down she softly whispered, “It wouldn’t be a proper birthday party without something sweet! Are you ready for dessert?”
Growling from the depths of his throat he choked out, “Baby, I am more than ready!” Without further ado, Jordan moved her knees up to either side of his head and slowly lowered her very wet and aroused pussy down onto his mouth. Moaning out loud he pulled her hips down closer and diving his tongue into her very soft feminine area, he claimed her sweet spot and started teasing her clit in earnest.
So engrossed in performing mind blowing oral sex on Jordan, it didn’t register for a moment that Heather had crawled up on top of him with her knees on either side of his hips, lowered her wet and very tight pussy onto his overheated cock and was pumping up and down on him while her hands grasped Jordan’s hips for support. As Jordan gently rotated her dripping sex over his mouth, Heather fucked him down below, taking him slow but hard. Every rotation of Jordan’s hips matched the fervor and pace of Heather’s thrusts.
“Ray!” Jordan cried. “I’m about to cum…Let’s celebrate your birthday together, baby!” Hearing that said, Heather reached behind her with one hand, grabbed his balls and while squeezing both balls at the same time, she rode him hard and deep.
Chapter Four
A speeding locomotive bearing down on him couldn’t have made Ray move in this moment. He was completely lost in time and unable to control his body as an explosive orgasm rocked him to the core, causing him to cry out again and again as it kept unleashing itself. Jordan screamed his name as he felt her hot juices release around him and he could hear a tense gasp of release escape from Heather’s lips. Moments later, deep sighs and a quiet hush fell across the room as the women took a deep breath and slowly got up. He couldn’t move. He felt glued to the floor and his body was flushed with heat and drained of energy. Did this really just happen? he wondered looking up at the ceiling. Or am I really just dreaming?
“Come on birthday boy,” Jordan quipped, pulling him back into the present. “Get dressed. It’s time I give you your real birthday present!”
As he let her pull him to his feet he protested, “Ladies, I don’t think I can take any more gifts right now. This first one was, well, delightfully more than enough!”
Hearing Jordan laugh as she put her clothes back on, he was relieved when she waved her hand in dismissal and said, “Don’t worry baby, you don’t need to redeem this gift until next week. So you have plenty of time to recover!” Upon hearing Heather giggle in the background, he turned toward her and gave her a sly, dirty look.
Positioned comfortably back on the couch with his unfinished margarita he waited as Jordan went into the kitchen to retrieve something. Returning back to the living room, she plopped down on the loveseat beside him, handed him and envelope and encouraged him to open it. More than curious as to what was inside, he glanced at her suspiciously. Finally pulling out the contents, he took a minute to look it over and absorb exactly what it contained. Looking at her with raised eyebrows he questioned, “Really? Are you serious?”
With a satisfied chuckled she answered, “I’m damn serious. Make sure you’re free next weekend!”
PART FIVE: THE HOTEL
Chapter One
Sitting relaxed 3000 feet up in the sky on Delta flight #233 to San Francisco, Jordan’s mind wandered back to last weekend when her best friend Heather was in town on a business trip and how they had seduced Ray and given him the birthday present of a lifetime. It meant so much to her to offer him a three-some, as she felt he had given her so much sexually over this past summer. Although she and Heather enjoyed this kind of activity in college, it had been a long time since they had jumped a man together. But the chemistry between them that night had been so perfect, it felt completely natural. So much so, that it was absolutely amazing how all three of them had converged into orgasm simultaneously!
Afterwards, Jordan had given Ray another birthday present. She had been asked to speak at the National Convention of Psychiatry, an annual event being held this year in San Francisco. As a guest speaker, she was given two first class airline tickets and four night’s accommodation in the penthouse suite of the four-star luxury Omni Hotel located in downtown San Francisco. She couldn’t think of anyone who she’d rather share a few days with in this romantic city with, more than Ray. So she had invited him to join her for the weekend.
She had seen pictures of The Omni online and luxury didn’t even begin to describe it. The hotel’s beautiful Florentine Renaissance design was said to be an architectural style originally made famous by architect Filippo Brunelleshi back in the early Renaissance years. Inside it was decorated with stately appointed leather furnishing, stunning chandeliers and rich and earthy-colored tappeti, the Italian name for carpets. Its overall design was simple yet elegant with its classical forms, geometric shapes and soft, rounded arches. In addition to being stunning, she learned the hotel was conveniently located only 20 minutes from San Francisco International Airport and sat right on the cable car line. She couldn’t wait to see her suite and had taken the liberty of speaking with the concierge before arriving to have some special items delivered to her room.
Fina
lly arriving at the hotel by cab, she paid the driver and was ushered into the lobby by a bellboy carrying her bags. After checking in, he escorted her up to the penthouse floor and thanked her profusely for her generous tip. Catching her breath, she looked around the suite and marveled at how magnificent it was. The plush king size bed looked cozy and inviting with its fluffy comforter and oversized pillows. The five-inch crown molding dressed the ceiling beautifully and created a sophisticated atmosphere. There was a wet bar complete with an assortment of liquor and the furniture sat facing a giant flat-screen TV and fireplace. The bathroom completely took her breath away. There was a giant walk-in shower with multiple massaging jets, jacuzzi tub big enough to fit four people and a marble double sink vanity with a basket filled with everything from shower gels and lotion to bath salts and oils.
Walking back out to the main part of the suite, she stood in front of the huge bank of windows and gazed out over the beautiful view of the city and the cable car line. People were hustling and bustling along California Street on this sunny Thursday afternoon and she enjoyed observing the activity and drinking in the city atmosphere. She could hardly wait until Ray came tomorrow. Because the day was going to be filled with seminars and conferences, she scheduled his flight to arrive around dinnertime when she was done with her responsibilities. She knew he would love the hotel and all of the things she had planned for him.
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