Blurred Lines (Watching Her)

by Metal, Scarlett

  “Like that, huh?” Brett whispered in my ear as I continued to watch. His hand slid up my thigh and between my legs, touching my damp thong. “Already wet?” he asked, fingering the wet fabric between my legs. “Let’s see what fun we can find for you.”

  I finally turned away from the threesome I was watching and followed him further down to the bar. We sat down and he ordered us each a drink. I tried to casually look around the room, but my eyes were drawn instantly to another couple sitting nearby. This woman was topless also, but this time the man was playing with her nipples while the girl was between her legs. Her skirt was hiked up to her waist and her legs were spread wide while the girl licked and fingered her pussy.

  “Watch them while I make you come,” Brett’s breath was hot on my neck as he whispered to me. His hand moved up my thigh, his fingers brushing against my thong, now soaked. “Fuck, Lizzie, you are so wet,” he muttered, pressing his finger on my clit.

  I nodded, my eyes never leaving the threesome near us. The woman’s hands were buried in the hair of the girl between her legs, grinding her hips into her face. She looked like she might come soon…and so was I, especially if Brett kept fingering me like that.

  “Spread your legs a little,” he whispered. I widened my legs slightly and gasped when Brett slid a finger beneath my thong and deep into my dripping wet pussy. I was so turned on; I knew it wouldn’t be long before I came all over his finger.

  “Come with her,” he urged as my breathing got faster. I bit my lip and nodded again. The woman cried out as the girl brought her to orgasm, the man still licking and sucking her nipples. A loud gasp came from my lips as Brett pinched my clit, causing me to come hard and fast at the same time. He kept his finger on me until the last shudder went through me. He kissed my cheek and removed his hand from between my legs, leaving my skirt pulled up. The scent of my arousal filled the air around me. The man picked up the woman still reeling from her orgasm and the three of them went back through another door.

  “Where are they going?” I asked, my voice shaky from my orgasm.

  “They’re probably getting a private room to have some more fun,” he said as he reached for a napkin from behind the bar, wiping off his finger. “Lizzie, I’m rock hard right now and want to take you to the back to fuck you until you can’t see straight, but right now there’s a girl down at the end of the bar watching you,” he said, nodding his head toward the end of the bar.

  My head whipped around and I noticed the brunette watching me from the end of the bar. She had long, dark brown hair flowing to her shoulders. It was hard to tell in the dim lighting, but it looked like she had dark brown eyes. I had a weakness for dark hair and dark eyes, which is probably why I couldn’t keep my hands off of Brett. She smiled and winked at me.

  “What do I do?” I whispered to Brett as I smiled back. This was all new territory to me. I hadn’t been that good at flirting with men; I had no idea how to do it with women.

  “Well, just talk to her. Looks like she’s coming over here now,” he said with a chuckle as I almost spilled my drink in a panic. “Try to act natural. Just be yourself. She probably saw you come just now all over my hand and wants to do nasty things to you.”

  I shivered as I thought of the orgasm I just had and tried to relax. The girl slipped onto the bar stool next to me. “Hi there,” she said softly with a smile.

  I smiled back at her, feeling myself relax. “Hi,” I replied.

  “Are you new here? I don’t think I’ve seen you before,” she asked. “I would’ve remembered you.”

  “This is my first time here with my boyfriend, yes,” I said, motioning over to Brett next to me.

  “I’m Misty,” she said, holding out a hand for me to shake.

  I took her soft hand in mine. “I’m Lizzie,” I replied.

  She let go of my hand and glanced down at my skirt still high on my thighs, my soaking wet thong in view. She leaned into me and I could smell her cinnamon shampoo. “Let’s not mess around, ok? We both know why we’re here. I watched your boyfriend make you come and it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. I want to take you in the back and make you come with my fingers and my mouth.”

  I nod, speechless at her bold statement. “Can my boyfriend come watch?” I managed to ask.

  She looked over at him with a grin. “Sure, I love to put on a show.” She stood up from the bar and offered me her hand. I glanced over to Brett and he nodded his approval. I glanced down and noticed the outline of his erection through his leather pants. I wondered how long he would last watching us.

  I took her hand and she leaned in for a kiss. Her lips were soft and she tasted faintly of the wine she must have been drinking. The smell of her cinnamon shampoo filled my nostrils again, and I probably wouldn’t be able to smell cinnamon again without thinking of her.

  “Follow me,” she whispered after our kiss. She didn’t wait for a response, as she turned around and led me to the back room. I glanced back over my shoulder to make sure Brett was following. He was watching us intently and even in the dark, I could see the lust in his eyes.

  We walked down a narrow hallway with doors on each side of us. I could hear faint moans of pleasure coming from behind the closed doors. She finally stopped at one of the doors and opened it. She led me inside, and Brett closed the door softly behind us.

  I looked around the dimly lit room, taking in my surroundings. There were a few plush chairs around the king sized bed that stood in the middle of the room. Satin sheets covered the bed. Off to the right there was what appeared to be a bathroom.

  She pulled me over to the edge of the bed while Brett sat down on one of the chairs. She looked me up and down. “You’re amazing. Can I undress you please?” she asked softly.

  “Yes,” I said, my heart pounding so hard I could hear my blood rushing in my ears.

  She smiled and reached around me, her breasts brushing against mine as she unzipped my dress. She slid it down my hips and let it fall to my feet. I stepped out of it, now standing in front of her in just my thong.

  “Beautiful,” she muttered pushing me back on the bed. I slid back and lay down in front of her, my thighs spread slightly.

  For a second I couldn’t believe I was here. A year ago at this time I was working 60 hours a week in a job I hated and barely dated. The guys I did date didn’t know any position other than missionary and rarely would have sex with the lights on. Meeting Brett that night in the coffee shop started a sexual awakening in me I’d never expected but loving every minute of.

  She quickly took off her skin tight black little dress, stepping out of it and climbing onto the bed. “I can’t wait to make you come,” she said, smiling as she settled between my thighs. “I’m going to make you come harder than you ever have before.”

  I smiled down at her. I doubted that. Brett did a pretty good job of making me come harder than I ever thought possible.

  She moved up my body. I thought she was going to kiss me again and was little bit disappointed when she leaned down, running her tongue along my neck. My head fell to the side as I sighed softly. Her hands came up to my breasts, cupping them in her small hands while her nipples teased the peaks until I was writhing beneath her.

  Her lips blazed a trail down my trembling stomach. She nuzzled my abdomen, planting feather kisses there. My back bowed off the bed and I whimpered softly. I glanced over at Brett. His eyes were hooded with desire as he watched us with an intensity I hadn’t seen that look since he watched me have sex with his best friend Sebastian.

  Misty quickly brought my attention back to her, running her tongue down my wet slit, stopping to give extra attention to my clit. She used her tongue and fingers on me as I imagined only another woman could. My orgasm was quickly approaching and I was almost afraid of how hard I would come against her face.

  I don’t know if she could sense I was holding back, but she stopped and looked up at me, her lips glistening from my juices. “Let go, Lizzie. Come for me,” she said as sh
e slid four fingers inside my tight flesh. She drew my clit into her mouth and sucked gently.

  “Lizzie, I want to watch you come for her. Don’t hold back,” I heard Brett’s voice unexpectedly, hoarse with his desire.

  She pressed her tongue against my sensitive bud, moving it slightly back and forth. I cried out and pulled at the sheets as I exploded against her lips. My head thrashed from side to side as the fireworks continued to go off behind my eyelids. I didn’t think they would ever stop.

  She stopped sucking my clit, keeping her fingers deep inside me. She used her tongue all over my sex, not missing any of the sweet nectar that had escaped with my orgasm. When my thighs stopped shaking, she covered my pussy with her whole mouth and sucked gently again.

  I came fast and hard this time, screaming loud as I heard Brett mutter, “Fuck yeah, baby, come hard all over her face.”

  I squeezed my eyes tight as my body shook with each tremor of pleasure. Misty was holding my hips down as I bucked beneath her, keeping her mouth on me so that she could wring ever last drop of ecstasy from me.

  When I opened my eyes, her face was next to me and she was kissing me hard, thrusting her tongue into my mouth, letting me taste myself all over her. I kissed her back eagerly, cleaning up the evidence of my arousal all over her face. I loved doing that with Brett but it was even hotter kissing another woman and tasting myself on her.

  “That was fucking hot,” she muttered against my lips, her fingers teasing my nipples again. I moved my hands up and cupped her full breasts in my hands. They were probably a cup larger than my size C and they felt amazing in my hands. I massaged and squeezed them with my tiny hands. I had the urge to suck her nipples until she begged me to stop, moving down her trim frame.

  “Lick me, Lizzie. I want to feel those pretty lips on my skin. I want to feel them on my tits and pussy,” she said almost as if she had read my mind. She was panting now, her eyes glassy with lust.

  I glanced over to Brett; he was rubbing his cock now through his leather pants. Would he wait to get off when he could finally fuck me or get himself off as he watched me with Misty? If he waited, he would probably take me hard and fast as soon as he was able. I loved it when he needed me like that, his animal lust taking him over and consuming him.

  Misty lay back on the bed so I could have better access to her breasts. I leaned down and ran my tongue from one nipple, to the valley between, then to the other. I teased each hard peak, my tongue swirling around them slowly again and again before swiping over it with my tongue.

  “Suck it,” she mumbled, her hand running down my back to play with my ass.

  I encircled one hard nipple with my lips and sucked gently. “Harder,” she urged me. I sucked hard and she arched her back into me. I moved a hand between her legs, running it up her thigh. They were already slick with her arousal. My hand traveled further up, finally reaching the hot mess at the apex of her thighs. She was so wet and warm, her clit so swollen. I teased it with my fingers. She sucked in her breath and thrust her hips wantonly at me. “Don’t stop,” she said, her breathing getting faster.

  I continued to suck her nipple, grazing it with my teeth while I fingered her clit. She grasped my head in her hands, her fingers buried in my messy bun. Her body tensed and she cried out loudly. I lifted my head and smiled. It was an amazing feeling to make a woman come. I definitely knew now why Brett loved to make me come so much.

  She glanced down at me as I settled between her legs, spreading them wide as I dug my nails slightly into her thighs. I studied her soft flesh, dripping with the evidence of her orgasm. I leaned in and licked from her asshole to her clit. She tasted amazing and I could understand why Brett enjoyed going down on me so often and for so long.

  I worked her with my tongue and fingers like she’d done to me; it wasn’t long before her pussy began pulsing around my fingers as another orgasm approached. I fucked her hard with three fingers while my tongue moved back and forth over the swollen button. She clutched my head in her hands and ground her hips hard into my face as she came against me.

  I stayed between her legs until she stopped twitching around my fingers. I slid them out and sat up. I glanced over at Brett and took the fingers covered with her cum into my mouth and sucked them clean. He groaned and got up off the chair to come over to me. He grabbed my hair, pulling my head back firmly and kissed me hard. He pulled away breathless. “Fuck, Lizzie, I can taste her on you,” he said before kissing me even again.

  I wanted Brett more than I ever had before as he kissed me. I reached down and rubbed his rock hard cock with my hands through his pants. I reached for his belt buckle, wanting to free his shaft so he could fuck me.

  “Not yet,” he said, breaking our kiss. He leaned his forehead against mine. “I want to watch you rub your pussy against hers.”

  My sex clenched at his request. He remembered I always thought it was so hot watching girls do that in the porn that we watched. I turned back to Misty and she was grinning. “I’m in if you are, Lizzie,” she said, sitting up and scooting over to me on the bed.

  Brett went back to his chair to sit down. Misty and I entwined our legs so they were scissoring each other. We slid our asses closer together and I gasped as her wet flesh touched mine. I shuddered at the sensation, almost coming right then. Misty spread her sex with her fingers to expose her clit better. I did the same and lifted my hips so they were touching. We started circling our hips slowly, my orgasm quickly building in the pit of my belly.

  She started to move faster and reached out to tease my nipple. I cupped her breast in my hand again, running the thumb over the tight flesh. Brett was mumbling incoherently as he watched us. “I’m going to come, Lizzie. Come with me,” she said breathlessly.

  I nodded and moved a little bit faster. Our bodies tensed and we both screamed as we came hard. Her cum flowed out of her body and against mine, covering me.

  We collapsed on the bed, our legs still hooked together. As we caught our breath, Misty sat up and reached for me. She kissed me softly. “That was amazing. I hope we see each other here again soon. Maybe your boyfriend can even join us next time.”

  She unhooked her legs from mine and stood up from the bed, reaching for her clothes. “For now, I’m going to go and leave you with him,” she said, nodding over to Brett. I bit my lip. His chest was heaving, his eyes almost black. “He looks like he’s going to attack you like an animal that hasn’t eaten for weeks.”

  He stood up and started to unbuckle his pants as he walked to me. The butterflies went into overdrive in my stomach thinking about what he was going to do to me.

  I looked back to Misty. “Thank you for tonight. I hope we can do it again soon too.”

  She smiled as she put on her shoes. “Good.” She reached for her purse and walked to the door. “Enjoy the rest of your night,” she said with a wink as she left the room, shutting the door firmly behind her.

  I turned back to Brett and he was naked now. His cock was standing straight up against this stomach. I moved back up the bed and he lunged at me. He grabbed my ankles, pulling me back to the edge of the bed. He entered me with one swift movement. I gasped as he quickly filled me, stretching my flesh.

  He gripped my hips in his hands, his nails digging deep into my flesh. It turned me on when he left marks during sex.

  “Fuck, that was hot.” He leaned down and kissed me, his tongue dancing with mine. He shuddered. “I can still taste her on you.”

  He ground his pubic bone against my clit as I reached up to run my nails along his tattooed arms. I was on the edge of orgasm as Brett continued to pound into me. “Come for me, Lizzie. Come all over my cock.” He leaned down and bit my neck. “I want you to cover me with your cum.”

  I threw my head back, crying out his name. My orgasm was nuclear, coming harder than I had all night. I milked his cock with the walls of my cunt, my juices covering him, dripping down to his balls.

  He plunged into me one last time and moaned my name as he releas
ed deep inside me. He buried his face in my neck, trembling against me, both of us in the throes of our orgasms.

  He kissed my neck and leaned back away from me with a smile. “Wow, huh?”

  I nodded, squeezing him with my legs still wrapped around his waist. “Yes,” I said. Wow didn’t even begin to cover it.

  He looked me up and down. “Well, you are a hot mess so I think it’s time for a shower before we head home. When we get there, I plan to lick your pussy until you pass out.

  My jaw dropped. “Oh my God,” I said. I’d come a long way with my sexuality since I met Brett, but he still managed to shock me. I think he purposely tried sometimes because he liked my reaction.

  He stepped away from me, pulling out of me. He reached down and picked me up, carrying me effortlessly into the bathroom. He even managed to turn on the shower with me still in his arms.

  He set me down, planting a kiss firmly on my lips. “Thanks for doing this tonight,” he said softly as he reached behind me for the soap and began to clean my body. For all his muscles and tattoos and bad boy image, Brett was incredibly gentle with me--that was just one of the many reasons I loved him.

  When he reached between my legs, I let out a gasp. His fingers always knew right where to touch me to turn me on. He ran a finger over my already swollen nub and chuckled. “I’ve created a monster, haven’t I?”

  I gripped his arm and smiled. He most certainly had.

  He removed his finger and I frowned at him. Why did he stop?

  “Not here, Gorgeous,” he said. “It’s time to get you home to our bed or wherever I want to take you. Then I’ll let you come as many times as you want.” I felt better then; I could live with that compromise.

  When he was finished cleaning us both, he turned off the shower and helped me step out. He grabbed a towel and dried me off. I watched him move the towel over me, stopping to plant a soft kiss on my stomach.

  He stood up. “Go get dressed. Let’s get out of here.”