'Say anything? Oh, no, I'm sure neither of us will.'
'Thanks,' smiled Rose. 'You're a good sort you are Annette. And you Mike.' She folded her arms and glanced about the room. 'Well, I'll push off then and leave you both in peace, if that's OK?'
'Push off!' responded Annette. 'What for? You've taken all the trouble to get ready and come out here, and then ended up in his wardrobe with those smelly old clothes! You deserve a drink out of him at least.'
Mike raised a hand and opened his mouth to speak. No more than a croak had emerged before Annette placed an arm about Rose and continued, 'You spend the evening with us, dear. He's got a nice bottle of champagne in the fridge and probably a few more hidden away somewhere else.'
Mike opened his mouth and managed a weak, 'But ...' before Annette looked at him pointedly and said, 'Go and get three glasses, Mike, and stick another bottle in to cool down while we polish off the first. You'll be able to entertain the two of us tonight instead of just me. You'll like that, won't you?'
The bemused Mike raised his hands in a gesture of despair and glanced up at the ceiling. He left the bedroom without further comment. Annette looked at Rose with mischief in her green eyes. Rose grinned at Annette. They burst out laughing and she said to Rose in a low voice, 'What were you and Jackie planning to do?'
Rose hesitated. 'Like I said, just have a bit of fun.'
'Well you still can if you. want. You know what men are like. He won't mind.'
'But I thought you and him were -'
'We're just good friends,' said Annette. 'Mind you, he's not bad, you know. If he had stacks of money to spend the way he used to in London, I might consider him a serious proposition.'
'Right,' grinned Rose, 'so he's OK for a good time?'
'We'll see,' replied Annette. 'Let's find out who can get him to make the first move.'
'You mean tease him?'
'Yes, he loves it. You only have to -'
'Are you two still in there?' interrupted a voice from beyond.
Annette and Rose winked hard at each other before leaving the bedroom.
With the heavy curtains closed against the outside world, and only a couple of small lamps switched on, the lounge was welcoming and intimate. The pine two-seater, adorned with plush maroon cushions, stood at right angles to the old, rustic fire grate. Before it stood the low pine table. The arrangement had been intended only for himself and Annette, but as they entered he was putting into place one of the two matching chairs so that it faced the two-seater across the table.
Annette and Rose moved around to the two seater and sat down to watch Mike ease the cork from the champagne bottle with a dull, hollow pop.
'Where's your ice bucket?' asked Annette, leaning back and slowly crossing her legs.
'Er, I forgot to make any ice,' he answered sheepishly.
'Champagne and no ice,' said Annette, turning to Rose with an expression of disgust.
i don't mind ...' Rose began to say.
Annette prodded her in the ribs with a finger and watched Mike carefully top-up the foaming glasses, if he's going to entertain ladies of class, he ought to think of things like that.'
'Yeah, ladies of class, we are,' added Rose as, following Annette's example, she too crossed her legs, slowly and provocatively. The distracted Mike overfilled the third glass so that its effervescent contents spilled over and formed a small, fizzing pool on the table top.
'Can you manage that all right dear?' asked Annette, sweetly.
With a glazed expression, he handed them each a glass and fought inwardly to regain a modest composure. 'So, cheers!' he grinned, sitting back in the chair and raising his drink.
'Cheers!' responded the two girls, re-crossing their legs.
He drank, hearing the swish of sheer nylon against sheer nylon but remained expressionless, though his mind was fixed entirely upon the two sensual figures opposite. Rose's breasts, with nipples pushing like fingers against the diaphanous blouse, demanded his attention, as did their gossamer skinned legs, for the skirts seemed to be riding ever higher up their thighs as from time to time they adjusted positions.
'Music?' suggested Annette.
'Oh yes,' responded Mike, clearing his throat and raising quickly from the chair.
'Something romantic?' suggested Rose.
'Utterly sleazy,' added Annette.
He passed by the two-seater, glancing down at them, feeling their warmth, mouthing to himself, 'Oh God,' as he carried on to the hi-fi unit. Moments later, the sound of a saxophone quartet coloured the perfumed air of the room. He refilled the champagne glasses, noticing as he leant forward, the expanse of stockinged thigh before him and Rose's high-heeled sandal swaying from side to side beneath his face, like a tantalising bait. When he looked up, Annette had her arm about Rose's shoulder. They were face to face and looking into each other's eyes. Rose stroked her fingers down Annette's cheek. They appeared to be on the verge of kissing.
He put down the bottle. 'Look, I'm going to have a nervous breakdown by the time you two have finished. You wouldn't mind letting me in on it would you? We could talk about it in the other room.'
They looked at him in surprise then back to each other. 'What's he suggesting?' asked Rose.
Annette glanced back at Mike. 'I really can't say but I hope it's nothing improper.'
Rose leant her head on Annette's shoulder and began to laugh. Mike gazed down at Rose's legs and saw the nakedness of her sex shadowed beneath the hem of the vinyl skirt. There was no mistaking his own arousal. Annette looked at his wide-eyed expression, saw his mouth set open. She leant forward and took his arm. 'Shall we finish the champagne first, dear; it's going to get warm. Or can't you wait that long?'
He shifted his gaze in surprise as though seeing her for the first time. 'Yes, you're right. We'll finish the champagne!'
Entering the bedroom, he felt both eagnerness and trepidation. He and Annette knew each other as intimately as two people could. They had played adult games together often, until things got out of hand and the secret meetings had stopped. Tonight he had expected to resume that relationship. Rose, he knew not at all. Though seeing her as an image, as sexually appealing as any of the other girls, he knew well how different were her background and attitude; certainly in the beginning. He considered it unlikely that Annette had connived in Rose's little adventure but could not entirely dispel doubts about it.
He slipped his arm about both waists and smiled at each in turn. Annette reached out and switched off the main light, leaving the sole source of illumination, a small bedside lamp, to bathe the room in a soft, cosy light. Rose smiled and kissed him. Mike, glad of her initiative, returned the kiss, breathed in her perfume and felt the stirring heat of her body as she gripped his arms. He was a little taken aback by her passion. He had not regarded her as being in any way sophisticated but as being on a different wavelength altogether from the likes of Annette or Angela.
Annette reached between them and, with an arm about Rose's waist, slipped open the top button of her blouse. She glanced at Mike with a fleeting smile and, without turning her eyes away from him, nodded towards Rose. He understood, and began to pluck at the buttons lower down. Rose looked from one to the other in mock surprise and continued to grip his arms, even as the blouse fell open to her waist. Annette moved behind and as he eased the gossamer black fabric away from her shoulders, she pulled down the zip at the rear of Rose's skirt by its metal ring. Rose showed no sign of concern and, as the blouse was tugged free of her arms, pressed her mouth hard against his with a soft moan and clasped her hands about his neck. Annette dragged down the little skirt and Rose needed no prompting to step out of it.
Standing there in just the open-body lace tights and vinyl high heels, Rose's enthusiasm increased. His hands slipped down over the nylon waistband and over the silk smooth orbs of her behind. Annette had moved around behind
Mike and he became aware of her hands on his waist, working slowly around him until they were at his front
. They at once busied themselves in undoing the belt of his jeans. Annette's head was close to his. He disengaged himself from Rose and kissed her as the front of the jeans became unzipped and the hand slipped inside to squeeze the trapped and yearning erection within his blue cotton shorts.
He backed away from them both momentarily, loosening his sandals and kicking them off. While he pushed down the jeans to rid himself of these too, Annette took Rose's hand and led her over to the bed; the same bed where he and Annette had spent their passion together on several occasions. Mike approached them, the state of his arousal only too evident from the distended front of the shorts.
It seemed quite inappropriate that Annette should still be dressed. Smiling, he turned to her and reached down to take hold of the hem of her T-shirt. As though reading his thoughts, she at once pulled up the T-shirt and removed it without his assistance. The little denim skirt also slipped down before him, as did the small blue G-string briefs she wore beneath.
Annette stood naked, clad only in her garter-top black stockings and black high-heeled sandals. She looked at him in faint amusement, for he held his eyes upon her slim and beautiful body; a body which during the past few months had lived only in his imagination. For at the pool, in broad daylight, the form might be the same but the image was not.
Rose sat on the edge of the bed, leaning back on her arms and looking up at them. They stood before her and kissed, his hands on her thighs, his lips moving from her mouth, down her neck and on to her firm breasts where they sucked and teased about the nipples. Suddenly he tensed and drew in his breath. Rose had slid a hand inside the leg of his shorts and cool fingershad located the burgeoning penis. Annette smiled at her and both girls tugged on the shorts until his erection sprang free, reddened and swaggering before Rose's face. Her hand returned to the inflamed shaft, closed about the foreskin and began to work it slowly back and forth. Annette continued to occupy his attentions for only a few seconds longer, for the distraction was too much. He turned to face Rose who at once leant forward and took the head of the shaft into her mouth. He closed his eyes and groaned softly, placing his hands upon her head as she continued with enthusiasm, partly withdrawing him to twirl her tongue about the swollen head and causing the pelvis to shudder. Annette slipped an arm under his behind, caressed his testicles and watched intently, hearing him groan quietly. Rose emitted a long, 'Mmmm,' as though savouring a favorite dessert.
With a consummate demonstration of willpower he withdrew from Rose's burning lips, his organ glistening wet in the dim light, and fell down upon his knees between her legs. Annette climbed up on to the bed behind and pulled her down, Mike pushing her legs up and wide apart at the same time. At last he had access to her sex and his tongue lost no time in beginning its fiendish dialogue with her clitoris. He was not surprised to find her moist and aroused, but both he and Annette were taken aback by the short time it took her to reach a climax. For in less than a minute after he had begun to work upon the focus of her lust, she started to gasp repeatedly. Annette held her from behind, squeezing her breasts and teasing the reddened nipples. Rose stiffened for a moment, then her body shook as the currents of orgasm surged within, forcing a long, loud cry from her open mouth.
As she recovered and became calmer, she began to laugh, climbing up on to the bed and throwing her arms about Annette, who, with an expression of surprise exclaimed, 4God, there's no stopping you, is there?'
And there was not, for Rose only hesitated to reach out and grasp Mike's arm, pulling at him until he scrambled onto the bed to join them. There they knelt for a time, arms about each other in a tight little group, kissing, sucking and nibbling.
Mike let out a sharp, 'OhV as two hands descended upon him simultaneously, one slipping under his testicles, the other closing with electrifying coolness about his erection. Rose and Annette laughed loudly and continued kissing each other. Mike felt that if he did not make a move very quickly, it would be all over, for the hand about his shaft was now working it vigorously. The currents in his loins were beginning to well up when he stayed the hand, finding it to be Rose's.
'Your turn,' he whispered into Annette's ear and pulled her around on her knees until she was facing along the bed with her back to the headboard. With one arm about her waist he supported himself with the other and, to the evident delight of Rose, leant downwards and brushed his lips across Annette's stomach. Rose joined him, face to face, as he reached the silkly smooth flesh above her sex, then down further until his tongue spread the lips open and found the pearl of love nestled within. Rose, eager not to lose her corner in the erotic triangle, once more closed her fingers about his shaft, watching intently and urging on his dialogue of lust with Annette. But she desired greater involvement and shifted about, running her free hand impatiently about Annette's thigh. Mike sensed this, as did Annette, and for a short time, he allowed Rose to take his place in the game of arousal. But this too was only transitional for the next move was Annette's.
'Always give way to experience,' she said, and disengaged herself from Rose.
She pushed Mike down on to his back and gestured for Rose to move aside as she straddled herself across his head with her face toward his erection. In a moment, lowering herself down, she had taken the head of his penis fully into her mouth and closed her eyes tightly as his tongue resumed its voluptuous discourse. If Rose considered herself excluded, she was soon to find out that it was not so, for Annette knelt upright, smiled at her and eyed the flushed and expectant organ. Rose read the signal instantly and climbed astride it to face Annette. Annette, feeling the currents of sensuality growing within herself, watched Rose position the head against the reddened lips of her own sex and, with eyes half closed and mouth ajar, sink down to take in the lance to the hilt.
Rose and Annette fell into each other's arms for the final fling in this joust of lust. Mike, sheathed exquisitely within Rose's vagina, knew that it was the home run and gave his tongue full rein in its frenzied exploration of Annette's zone of pleasure, darting about her sex and anus, feeling her body respond to the parry and thrust as if touched by hot steel.
The fires within Rose, never completely extinguished, were building again as she moved rhythmically up and down on the burning lance. She and Annette gripped each other in lustful abandon. It was Annette, fired by the tactile dialogue of the remorseless tongue beneath, who lost control first, letting out a loud, 'AaaaahP Crying out, she arched her pelvis then sunk her nails into Rose's shoulders.
Mike held her thighs firmly as her body shook, revelling in the ecstasy of her climax. But the whirlpool of lust was drawing him in as well. He heard Rose begin to moan, felt her tighten her muscles about him and push down harder. Two sets of fingers gripped Annette's flesh as the electric surge of orgasm took them both and spun them about in abandoned joy, Rose's voice almost reaching a scream as he jetted and pulsed inside her body.
They kissed Rose warmly before she left the chalet then watched her move down the pathway and up the drive before vanishing into the night.
'Considering her age,' said Mike as the front door closed, 'she doesn't seem to have much to learn does she?'
'No,' answered Annette, 'but you might find Jackie has something to do with that.'
'Could be,' he grinned, i wonder what happened to her this evening.'
'Do you now?' responded Annette. 'Well I think three of us might have been too much even for you!'
'No, I didn't mean it like that, but, er, well, it's an interesting idea!'
'God, men!' breathed Annette, brushing her auburn hair back from her cheeks. 'No wonder Sonia makes so much out of it all.'
'You don't do too badly from it either do you?' he asked.
She smiled at him with her green eyes. 'And nor do you, dear, when I consider what it costs some of Sonia's punters.'
He gazed at her for a moment, taken aback. 'Well, look, if there's anything I can give you. I wouldn't want you to feel that -'
'Oh, Mike!' she interrupted, putting
her arms about his neck. 'Don't be silly. I came here because I wanted to, the way I used to. And,' she smiled, i thought you served us rather well. The way we ladies should be served.'
'Does that mean you're going to stay?'
'Mmm, I might. It'll cost you another bottle of champagne though!'
Rose soon found herself at the main entrance and, without hesitation, pushed open the swing door and walked through. Having passed the entrance to the bar room and reached the main stairs without incident, she walked as quickly as the high-heeled sandals would allow and reached the landing of the first floor corridor. Observing no-one, she reached Jackie's apartment and pushed open the door. The room was in darkness. Rose switched on the light and looked about. Seeing no sign of Jackie, she moved to the bedroom - which also proved to be in darkness. With the light on, she saw that the bed was unused and this room, too, was deserted.
It was when she sat on the bed to remove her shoes that she saw the envelope with her name on it. Picking it up, she assumed that it had been placed there for some reason by Jackie. Inside it was a sheet of notepaper with a message which read, 'Report to me at nine o'clock in the morning.' It was signed, 'Cheryl.'
Living Fantasies
'You're not having breakfast?' asked Angela, looking at her over the bar.
'No, I don't fancy anything/ replied Karen, stirring the coffee. She looked up at Angela. 'Except maybe a very large gin.'
'You mustn't be nervous, silly.' Anglea smiled. 'You don't really have to do much, do you?'
'I don't know; I didn't dare ask.' Karen looked at her watch. 'Actually, Angie, if it wasn't for getting Sonia out of a mess, I'm not all together sure I'd -'
'But I thought that's all it was anyway,' cut in Angela.
Karen held her eyes for a moment then drank the coffee in three gulps and pushed back her chair. 'See you later, Angie.'
Her first sight of them was in the main office. They were seated opposite Sonia with their backs to the door she had just entered through. She saw the long golden hair of one and the glossy, black waist-length hair of the other. They were early. It was only eight fifteen. Close to the house, the trees were still in shadow but through the window she could see the gardens beyond, bathed in morning sunlight.
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