Anticipation

It had been a while coming. Several games of pool on our lunch breaks. Some idle flirting. Nothing really out there. I knew he liked what he saw, regardless of if I played in a low cut dress or a tee. Although he did appreciate watching me lean over the table and handle the pool cue in the dress.

To me he was another guy at work. Friendly, helpful. But one day in the lunch area he was wearing this tight muscle shirt. Very much not dress code. Normally he wore polo shirts. But that day... the day that started it, he looked very different. Nonchalantly sexy. It showed him off quite well. Tight muscles, one tattoo on his arm, one half hidden across the base of his neck. It appeared to be writing of some sort, and I was instantly intrigued as to what it said. I would have bet my panties that he had more too.

Like I said, sexy.

I pondered how to bed this guy. It would be relatively simple. A mention that I'd go there and he'd be putty in my hands. Except putty is soft. And he wouldn't be. Ahh yes, he'd be my bitch. Available when I wanted him. I wondered what he'd be like in bed. Would he be rough, or timid? I suspected he'd be quite considerate, but more for his ego than for his partner's satisfaction. And that suited me quite fine.

At work functions he orbited the area that I was in. Watching. Not really hanging out with me, but always around. A few times I did catch him looking. I was a touch creeped when the other guy he was talking to was watching me too. I had hoped that it would be that night. I'd shaved and gotten ready for it. But sadly, he wasn't walking in straight lines by the end of the night. Looking back I should have taken him, but I left with my boss. And I didn't want him to leave with us. Stupid, stupid girl. Hindsight sucks. I decided to make that up to him. And to me. God knows I needed a good rough fuck.

A week later the emails began. Idle chit chat. A touch of flirtation. An offer for drinks after work one night. A few days to arrange for it to happen, for our shcedules to click. For my roomie to be out.

We'd selected a quiet pub in my suburb. I'd have two drinks. Then mention that I lived a block from here. Kiss him in the elevator and have his cock in my mouth by the time I hit the light switch at home. Great plan!

And the best laid plans always go astray.

He caught the train in, arrived half an hour before we were due to meet. I'd stepped out of the shower and was halfway through moisturising when he rang. I couldn't resist. A quick run of my fingers over my clit as I stood there, naked, talking to him on the phone. I was tempted to just tell him to come over, but he'd probably get lost. I had to head out to see him without doing my make up. I figured it wasn't a big deal. I'd probably sweat it off anyway.

I was surprised when I saw him. He was dressed quite nicely. Light blue dress shirt. It looked like silk, though I would have bet my bra it wasn't. Not on his wage. Then again, he had matched it with suit pants. I figured I'd find out soon enough.

The initial meeting was awkward. There was a moment where we hesistated. Do we shake hands or make out? I settled for a kiss on the cheek. Lingering there just long enough to be suggestive. He told me he hadn't had dinner yet. Could we change our plans and have something to eat instead? Near the train station was a strip of restaurants. I was in heels, so I was more than happy to go somewhere close.

Again, I was surprised when I suggested a casual noodle bar and he turned it down. He wanted something better. Something that served steak. Jeez. Steak? I never eat steak. Its too expensive and it makes for a long dinner. Maybe that's what he wanted. Gawd, I really didn't want this to turn into a date. Nerves began to jangle as he took my hand, twining fingers into mine, and led me a 20 minute walk to the restaurant he wanted.

Conversation flowed easily. It stalled in places, but wasn't really awkward. The weather was a good topic. He wasn't from around here, so he wasn't used to the heat and humidity. Of course, with the heat and the humidity came a lack of clothes, and he wasn't complaining.We quizzed each other about family, friends, locations, jobs, travel plans. God, why would he bother with a date? He doesn't have plans to stay and I'm not inclined to date.

We got to the restaurant and he managed to get us a quiet table, for the two of us. The lights were dimmed and the ambient noise was low. He sat opposite me and we leaned in to talk some more. He ordered steak. I had a salad, dressing on the side. Shaddup. I'm weight obsessed and he already knew it. He ordered drinks for us. 2 bourbons. Mine a diet. And some cheese bread for entree. God, he was going to make me eat it. Cheese and bread? Calories galore.

The bread arrived with our drinks, and I declined to touch it. I wasn't really that hungry. He pressed the issue, and I distracted him by stretching my legs out and pressing them up against his. My legs were silky smooth and the fabric of his pants felt quite pleasant. Automatically, I rubbed my leg up against him. His eyes widened and he leaned in even closer, almost touching me. All awkwardness gone. All pretense disappeared. He wanted to get laid just as badly as I did. He just hid it better.

His eyes narrowed, his voice dropped a little. Aside from that he continued as if I hadn't done anything. But was that a little pressure I felt against my leg? Was he pressing back without rubbing? I eased my leg away from his, and it followed. I reached for my drink, looking up at him as I took a sip, with a dirty smile on my face. He'd see that look later, but instead of a straw, it would be his cock in my mouth.

The waiter interrupted our little moment. He was a little embarrassed, placing our food on the table and departing as quickly as possible. Surprisingly, the addition of food did little to stop the chatter. It also did little to dull the tension between us. The looks became sharper as the night wore on. The jokes became wittier, the touching more full on. I ached to reach under the table and grab him. I ached to kiss him, nibble him, rip his shirt off, have him inside me. A warm breeze blew through the room, and suddenly all I could smell was him. I was sure I was wet. Anticipation was killing me.

We didn't finish our meal. Our eyes met as I placed a piece of... something in my mouth. I think it was cheese. He politely requested that I tell him when I was ready to go. I put my fork down and gave the most simple, but obvious reply.

'Now.'

He called for the check. Downed his drink. It had been refilled at some stage but I was too wrapped up in the tension to realise when. He put down a card and the waiter whisked it away before I could even get my wallet out to pay my share. He leaned over the table and asked in a Vin Diesel voice, 'How far away from here do you live?'

I consdered a brief moment before replying. He nodded once. The check was returned. He signed the slip and we walked out into the balmy night. A storm may have been rolling in. Or it could have been snowing. We were clueless. The only thing of consequence at that time was each other.

He raised his well muscled arm to hail a taxi, slipping the other one over my bare shoulders. The feel of his skin slipping over mine sent tingles down my spine. As the taxi slowed down he pulled me to him and gently kissed me. As our lips touched a shiver ran down my chest, igniting my nipples, coiling hot and raw in my stomach, and flooding down to my hips.

He opened the door of the taxi, allowing me to get in first. I deliberately let my dress hike up a little as I slid across the seat, not caring if he got a flash of thigh or an eyeful of underwear. Let him appreciate it now, because I doubt I'd be wearing it for long once I got home. I gave the driver my address as I reached for the seatbelt. But he was there, sliding his hand over mine, pushing it away. He moved in closer. I could feel the breath on my neck before he began to caress it with his lips. He took the buckle and slid it down my body, gently over my breast, fingers trailing over my stomach, then over the low burning desire in my hips, and finally he clicked it into the clasp. He pulled back and buckled in as the cab began to move. The whole thing had taken maybe two seconds.

I reacehd over and rubbed his knee, sliding my hand over so that it sat on the inside of his thigh. Not too high up, I didn't want to feel him yet. That would wait. He slid his hand over mine and rested it there. The ride was maybe five mintues. I don't remember the conversation. There may not have been any. All I remember is the anticipation, and the feeling of my hand stuck between his hand and his thigh.

The taxi slowed. I insisted on paying this time. He agreed. Not because he wanted to, but because he didn't want to waste time arguing. As the driver handed me his change he was trying not to laugh. Young lust is something to be admired. We practically ran from the taxi to my front door. The elevator was there. The door slowly slid open. I grabbed his hand and dragged him in. The doors weren't even closed before I had him pushed up against the wall, kissing him viciously. He kissed me back just as hard.

his lips pushed against mine, no tongue just yet. I gripped the fabric of his shirt, pulling him to me. Even as I pressed him back against the wall. His hands cupped my face, pulling me to him. Slowly they meandered, to the back of my neck, then down my shoulders, over the rough fabric of my dress, and down past my hips. As his hands touched the skin of my thigh, the elevator stopped. I pulled back, breathless and gasping. I wanted more. Needed more. I stepped out of the elevator and reached into my bag for keys.

It made it difficult to concentrate when he stepped behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. He began to kiss the back of my neck, just below my ears, and his hands dipped down to my crotch and began to caress me through the dress. As I dragged my keys out of my bag, he began to grind into me from behind. I could feel him, hard, yearning. I couldn't wait to have him. I roughly opened the door and we moved through as one.

The door wasn't even shit before he had lifted my dress, pushed my panties aside and slid two fingers into me. He still stood behind me, and I rubbed up against him as we both enjoyed it. Expertly he maneuvered his fingers in, tweaking and pushing against all the right spots. I grabbed his free hand and pulled it up to my breast. He took some initiative and slid it down the top of my dress, under my bra, and began playing with my nipple.

I turned to him and gave a low murmur of approval. 'There's really no point to me wearing this dress is there?' He didn't respond, but instantly stopped playing with my nipple. A trail of goosebumps slid over my shoulder, following his hand as he reached for my zip. In one swift motion he snapped it down, shoving the straps aside. It slipped down my body, only as far as my hips, where it bunched over his hand. He leaned over my shoulder to glance at it for a moment. I giggled nervously, and he pulled his slicked fingers from my pussy.

Unhindered, the dress fell to the floor. He stared in wonder at his fingers. They were coated by a lightly creamy film. As he stared, I spun to face him. I began to kiss him gently on his jawline. I slid my fingers across the soft fabric of his shirt, tugging at his buttons. As each button came undone, I kissed a little lower. By the time the shirt was undone, I was gently nibbling his belly button.

I rubbed the outside of his pants. The first time I'd gotten a proper feel of his cock. It was hard. That was bloody obvious. It felt thick. I grinned as I undid the button on his pants I slowly lowered the zip. And very fast, almost viciously, wrenched his pants straight down to his calves. He tensed, unused to fast movements and gentle caresses at the same time. I grinned at him, settling onto my knees as I removed his underwear.

He had quite a nice cock. It wasn't the prettiest I'd ever seen. It was average length, but slightly above average thickness. The skin was so soft and smooth, at odds with the feel of his flesh underneath it. He wasn't cut. But the foreskin didn't cover his head, leaving it looking there at me.

'Oh, hello!' I exclaimed, putting my lips gently against the soft skin of his head. My lips gently parted and I slowly took him into my mouth, gently sucking as I did so. It took me a while to get him into my mouth, I took my time and teased him. But I took all of him, deep throating him and hearing him groan, deep and gutteral. I pulled back a little faster, bobbing my head and sucking. Fast, then slow, alternating. I pulled away, releasing him from the moist warmth of my mouth, and began to nibble down the underside of his shaft. I gently kissed his balls, caressing them with my lips, flicking my tongue out to lick occasionally. I went back to suck his cock again, settling for rubbing his balls rather than tea bagging for a little bit.

He groaned. I sucked harder, rubbing my tongue against the hard underside of his member. It had been ages since I had done this. And I was relishing the experience. His soft skin, hard flesh, the smell and taste, warm with a slight salty feel to it. I could feel the ridges and veins, the rises and the dips. It was the first time I had experienced him, and I was enjoying exploring him.

'Hey,' he interrupted my concentration. I looked up at him, cock still in my mouth. I raised an eyebrow at him. He pulled away, placing a finger under my chin and pulling it up. I followed, rising so that his finger never left my chin. He pulled me to him and kissed me again, deeply. His fingers slid inside me, manipulating me to greater heights than before.

I kissed my way down his neck and shoulder, nibbling and sucking harder and harder as I came. As I peaked I raked my teeth across his skin, gasping and moaning. I shook, I was completely out of control, under his control, and I didn't care. Slowly I began to subside.

There was a short pause, and I rested my head up against his shoulder, shaking and trying to catch my breath. His skin was damp from sweat, or maybe that was mine. I wasn't really sure. I didn't really get time to figure it out either. Because then he was pushing at me, trying to get inside. I lifted a leg up, curling it around the back of his leg. He pushed me up against the wall as he entered me.

Standing like that, leg wrapped around him, I could feel an orgasm building the moment he started to thrust. I must have been wrapped tight around his cock, because he felt huge as he moved. I guessed he had taken the short break to put a condom on. I was grateful for it, but kind of irritated. He still felt good, but there was a slight disconnection between his movements and what I felt... like I was on a delay.

But quite soon I forgot all about that. He pushed, I shuddered. He grew more and more frantic, kissing down my neck, one hand planted by my side, the other on my ass, lifting me in time with his movements. I reached down with one hand and began to work my clit furiously. Spasms flew through my body and I could feel a chill sweep through my pussy as it got wetter and wetter. I moaned, trying to hold back the noise, but was unsuccessful. A loud scream was let loose as a particularly violent wave of pleasure swept through me. What felt like the urge to pee began to build, and my body fought it. I took a few deep breaths, concentrating on my orgasm, and the urge became too much.

I gripped his shoulder with one hand, digging my nails in, the other hand worked furiously as I came, hard. So hard I squirted. Come ran down his cock, all over his nuts, and smeared between his thighs. He paused for a moment, looking down, shocked.

'Nooo' I moaned, not ready for him to stop. He looked at my face, pleasure etched in every line, every bead of sweat. I couldn't focus on him, too wrapped up in my own body. He began thrusting again, in earnest this time. His lips brushed my ear as he spoke to me.

'Baby that was so hot, I'm gonna blow.' His pushes became more rhythmic. Deeper and deeper. I slowly came down from my high and looked at his face. Sweat peppered his forehead. One of his eyebrows had a slight tick. He was concentrating like nothing I've ever seen, but his eyes were glazed, vacant. It was so hot.

His sweaty body pressed my sweaty body up against the wall. Hot pushing me against cold. Hard thrusting into warm and wet. Sensory overload. I began to come again. Gasping and shuddering. I could feel him pushing with more desperation into my tight pussy. He bit me as he came. I shuddered on the end of his cock, each thrust slower and softer.

He kissed me where he bit me. Then smiled at me apologetically. 'Sorry if I was a bit rough, I got carried away.' I sucked his earlobe. 'No problems, so long as you don't make me bleed.'

He grinned and kissed my hairline. 'I need a shower, I'm all sticky,' he said as he pulled out. All of a sudden I felt empty. I feel so complete with a cock in me.

He was indeed sticky. He had come running down his legs. My come obviously, thin and runny. And there was a second lot, slightly thicker, swirled around the condom. I smiled as I removed it. 'Have you ever had sex in a shower?' I asked coyly as I stepped away from him.

Party Time

The wind whipped around her ankles, billowing out her coat and sending a breeze up her skirt. She shivered and glanced up at the darkening sky. It wasn't the weather that got a reaction out of her. It was nerves. She was meeting Jim again tonight. It had been a while since they met last, time had passed, loves had been made and lost, lives had been lived. She wondered if he'd gotten fat, and hoped that he hadn't. He never had the perfect body, but she did like it just the way it was.

She was running late. Though Jim had to know she would be. The wind whistled through the trees as she hailed a cab. She was excited. It had been to long since she'd tasted another. And tonight it was going to happen. No matter what.

Jim didn't know it, but she had arranged a surprise for him. Sandy and Mike were also going to be there. He'd never met them, but she had. Oh, the fun she'd had with these guys in the past. She suspected that Jim swung a bit. And she knew Sandy and Mike did. Hell, she'd fucked them several times in the past, first after their housewarming, then again a few months later after a drunken night out in the city. And most recently at their engagement. It seemed that whenever they got bored they'd call her in to spice things up. She didn't mind being a bit of spice in someone's life, but it wasn't quite as satisfying as having your own someone.

The cab stopped abruptly. The fare seemed unusually high, and she gave the cabbie an 'accidental' flash of her fishnet stockinged thigh as she rummaged through her purse for cash. Nowhere in that view did he see a skirt, but he did see her black velvet and lace garter belt. She diffidently told him that all she had was a $10, and apologised profusely. The cabbie accepted the money with a knowing smirk.

Outside the air smelt thick, but with the clear tang of brine. She shut the car door with a solid thud, and heard the cab roar off into the night. She was meeting him at a bar, overlooking the bay. But for now she was alone, and she loved this moment. The lights on the other side twinkled clearly in the distance, and the wind tousled her hair. She closed her eyes and stayed in that moment. Probably for a moment too long.

She smelt him before he touched her. His arms sliding around her waist, pulling him to her. His body was hard, and pressed against her tightly. Her shoulders to his chest, his groin rubbing just under her hips, their legs touching all the way down to her calves. She slowly turned her head back and smiled at him.

'Hey Stranger,' she breathed. His only response was a smirk, a pause and a deep kiss. One hand remained on her belly, pressing her to him, and the other slowly moved up the outside of her jacket. A moment like that, a lifetime, who knew? His deep, warm kiss, wrapped around each other. Slowly she pulled away.

'Do we have to do drinks? Its great to see you... but seeing you like this...' he trailed off and pressed his fast firming cock into her back. She smiled and tugged herself out of his grip. Turning to face him she placed a hand on his smooth, soft cheek, reiterating her desire to catch up. 'It will be worth it,' she promised.

He agreed, mentioning the tension would make it one brilliant fuck. He leaned in to kiss her one more time, gently this time. She could feel his breath on her cheek. Suddenly he pulled away and stared out into the distance. 'I just might need a minute before we get to the bar,' he grinned, embarrassed. She laughed and agreed. There was nothing subtle about his desire for her right now.

She stepped back, holding onto his hand coyly. She ginned at him, gently chewed on her lower lip and let go of his hand, turning to walk away. He would catch up when he was ready.

The wind still tugged as her skirt as she made her was down the stairs to the bar she had picked. Raising her head to the sky, she was struck anew with the smell of the water. This was her favourite spot. Where the city met the sea, the water was wild and unpredictability, and the tame could sit in safety and watch. As far as she was concerned, these people were all about the show, but it was fun to watch.

There was foam on the caps tonight. The air was warm but the breeze was cold. She stepped into the warm of the bar, requesting a table for four, ocean view please. The waiter was more then helpful. She briefly wondered if he'd be interested in joining their tryst tonight, then dismissed him.

Taking her seat she ordered for them both - Pina Colada for her and a double scotch for him. The drinks arrived at the same time as Jim. He took the seat opposite her, laughing. 'You and your views.'

She smiled and crossed her legs under the table. Her foot brushed against his leg and rested against his calf. She smiled at him with her eyes as she took a sip. Conversation flowed easily. They had much to catch up on. Before long their drinks were finished. Jim looked at her and asked if she was ready to go. She paused a moment, glancing at the door, 'Lets have another. We have all night to celebrate.' Sandy and Mike had finally arrived.

Sandy was attractive, in a homely type way. Not too bright though. She was just above average height, with a lovely lean body, and smallish, firm breasts. Her hair was a dark chestnut, just past her shoulders and almost straight. Tonight it was blowing all over her face from the breeze. Her lightly tanned skin was glowing, and her green eyes were bright. Just looking at her, and you felt her excitement. Tonight it was palpable, and she stood out for it. Though most times she faded into the crowd.

Mike was taller, not quite 6 feet. He was nicely toned. In his past he could have been a model. He had a strong jawline and his dark hair surprising flecks of grey. It only made him all the sexier. His blue eyes sought hers and he acknowledged her with a smile. He gestured to the bar and she nodded, yes, he should get drinks. He moved in that direction and Sandy made her way over to the table.

'Darling, we're so sorry we're late,' Sandy gasped as she slid into the seat next to Jim. 'But we're here... Hi, I'm Sandy,' she murmured, holding her hand out to Jim. She was definitely coming on to him. Jim threw the quickest of glances at Helen. a small smile and the tiniest nod of approval was all that he needed. He took her hand and shook it, before raising it to his lips and kissing the back of her hand. As his lips touched the warm smoothness of her wrist, he looked up at her with lust in his eyes. Sandy smirked back at him, that sexy look you pass to someone when you both know hot sex is being offered, but no one is game to say a word. The tension was electrifying.

The tension was suddenly broken by the placement of a tray on the table. 'Two Cosmo's for the ladies, and I pick you for a scotch drinker... It is Jim isn't it?' Mike slid into the seat next to Helen. Jim looked suddenly guilty, not unlike a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar, and dropped Sandy's hand. Mike laughed quietly at Jim's discomfort, and leaned over to kiss Helen on the cheek. He lingered there, with his lips against her cheekbone. His smell wafted around her intoxicatingly. He smelt very... male, like sex and sweat, but clean, slightly musky. He smelt like lust. Helen became aware of his chest pressing into her shoulder as he began to pull away.

'You're a tease,' She accused. 'Are you cold?' Mike asked, suddenly concerned. Helen assured him she wasn't. 'Then why are you still wearing that coat?' Helen had forgotten it. Mike reached under her elbow, lifting her out of the seat to help remove it.

She heard Jim's intake of breath as he saw her anew. She was wearing a burnt orange silk shirt, unbuttoned enough to give a hint of her breasts. It skimmed her perfectly proportioned hips, leading into a small black skirt. Her garter was clearly visible for a moment, just before she pulled her skirt down to cover it. The whole effect on her was magnificent. The shirt really bought out copper highlights in her auburn hair. She was very fair skinned, and had huge dark hazel eyes. Tonight they appeared to be a dark moss green.

'You called me a tease I believe?' Mike asked sardonically. Helen slid back into her seat and Mike followed, sliding close and pressing against her. Jim stared at her, agog. He didn't even jump when Sandy slid her hand over his thigh to his groin. 'I can't wait to have that in me, she murmured,' just loud enough for them all to hear. Jim threw a tortured look at her, and she withdrew her hand with a small laugh, reaching for her drink instead.

The whole experience was heady for Helen. Here were two of the most open people she had fucked, and one of her all time favourites. It must have been slightly overwhelming for Jim. But she was sure he'd be great in this setting. She watched as he reached for a drink. His hand slid under the table and she suspected he'd be returning the favour to Sandy. A slight flush crept up her neck, as she chatted to Helen and her fiance, but other than that, no signs.

Jim was busy exploring Sandy. He still tingled with anticipation, especially his cock, but he wasn't hard. At least, not for now. His hand began at her knee, touching the smooth skin of her lower thigh. He wondered how far she'd let him go. And was willing to test that boundary. His hand moved quickly up her leg, rotating inwards. Her thighs were together. He paused a second, about to pull his hand away, when she shifted, and he slipped his hand through the gap.

She wasn't wearing any panties. He slowly moved his hand over her pussy. She was freshly waxed, but had a soft landing strip of fuzz. He caressed her once... twice, moving his hand over the outside of her lips. On the third pass he used his outside fingers to spread her, and slid the middle one between.

She was wet. She wanted him with the same desire he wanted her. His finger slid between her lips with ease. He slid his finger along the smooth, wet skin near her opening. He loved the feel of it. Then he rubbed a little higher. The skin softened and loosened. And then there is was. In the apex of that little crease of wet skin. Her clit felt like a little pebble. He gave it a little flick with his finger, feeling her enjoyment, and withdrew. It would have to wait.

Mike watched on from the other side of the table. Jim glanced up and met his eyes. A smirk passed between them, Mike raised his glass and congratulated him with 'Cheers.’ Jim felt slightly embarrassed at getting sprung, but more than that, he was elated. He’d had a few threesomes in his life, but never something like tonight promised. The atmosphere was electric. Helen calmly sipped her drink and joined in the conversation. The boys drank nervously, sipping fast and often, glancing at the Helen to see if she was ready. Sandy had taken only one sip.

The moment arrived. Helen picked up her glass for the last time and savoured the last mouthful. The boys stared at her as she put her glass down. She smiled and they all stood. Sandy's drink sat forgotten and unconsumed at the table. 'Where to now?' Mike queried, as he helped Helen on with her jacket.

Helen glanced up at him, her eyes locking onto his. 'I took the liberty of booking a room... here,' she smiled. 'Follow me.'

Jim gave a quick rebuttal with 'We have been, all night,' which raised a laugh from them all. Helen grinned back at him sheepishly and reached for his hand. Together they walked out of the bar, to the lobby next door. Moving up to the desk she dropped Jim's hand, deciding to do check in by herself.

A few minutes later she returned with her card. 'We're on the sixth floor,' she informed them. 'Lemme guess,' Mike interjected, 'you requested a room with a view?' Helen grinned and blushed slightly, choosing not to answer that question. As she pressed the button to call the elevator, Mike approached from behind. Wrapping his arms around her waist and rubbing against her, he asked, 'When were you last tested?'

Helen was suprised. 'Two months ago.'

'Been with anyone since?' Mike probed.

'No.'

'We got our results a week ago. Haven't played for a while.'

They looked at Jim, who had the biggest grin splashed across his face. 'An ex has chlamydia. She had the good grace to tell me. I got results back a month ago. Nobody since, which means...'

'We're all clean,' Sandy breathed, wide eyed.

'And tonight just got a hell of a lot more fun,' Mike stated as the elevator pinged. Hearts raced as they stepped inside.

The doors slid shut and Mike pinned Helen up against the wall, kissing her viciously. Jim gave Sandy a light kiss, more intent on finishing what he started earlier. His hand slid up her thigh and into her. She was tight and so wet. His fingers slipped easily in and out, his thumb moving lightly over her clit. His other hand roved down to her breast, massaging it through her shirt. Sandy returned the favour. Massaging his cock with fervour. It was a damn shame he was still wearing pants, but it gave her a chance to size him up, so to speak. He felt good. Rock hard, not as long as Mike, but a little thicker. She stood on tiptoe to whisper in his ear, 'I can't wait to taste you.' She gently sucked on his earlobe, moving down his neck and fluttering her lips over his collarbone.

The lift grinds to a stop. Jim pulls his hand out of Sandy and tugs her skirt back into position. The doors slide open and they exit. The signs indicate they aren't too close to their room. They turn left and move along the hall looking for the room.

In their excitement Helen and Mike walked straight past it. Jim spotted the door and called out to them. Helen turned to walk back, and spotted Mike. He was straining against his pants. His erection exceptionally obvious to all. Helen couldn't resist giving it a stroke as she went past. 'Careful,' she warned, 'you could take somebody's eye out with that.'

She unlocked the door with her pass, turning to face the others before she opened it. Their faces were eager, filled with lust. She grinned as she turned the handle, stepping back to allow the others through.

Mike had other ideas. As he stepped past Helen, he threaded his arm around her waist and dragged her inside. He threw her down onto the bed, crawling up her body and kissing her viciously again. It was the sexiest sight for her, watching Mike get closer and closer, framed by her legs. As he covered her, she wrapped her legs around him, he ground into her as their lips tousled and their tongues met, over and over again.

Jim and Sandy moved in, in perfect sync with each other. Sandy pushed Jim up against the wall. She made to kiss him but her lips barely brushed his. He reached out his tongue and gently licked her lips as she pulled away. Her hands were already working his pants. Deftly she unzipped him and reached a hand down into the depths of his pants. He was wearing boxers. She slipped her hand further in, and felt her reward. Skin. Soft and smooth, a few ridges of veins, and a hard cock. She bobbed down and pressed her lips to the tip of his cock.

Jim inhaled as he felt the knob of his cock get slowly engulfed by her warm, wet mouth. She applied gentle pressure to him, pulling on his pants. Jim still hadn't undone his belt or top button. He obliged Sandy in freeing himself for her. Mouth still wrapped around his cock, she sucked deeply and gave a vicious tug on his pants, yanking them down around his ankles. She withdrew a little, admiring his cock. She ran her tongue from his boxers, over the underside of his shaft, and gently flicked across the tip, gazing up at him. Jim reached down and tucked his fingers into the waistband of his shorts, pulling them down fast, but gently. His cock dipped, disappeared from view as it slipped back inside, and then sprung out as it was released from the waistband. It had barely stopped bobbing when Sandy had it in her mouth again. She worked it well. Bobbing fast, sucking lightly. Now that he had his pants around his ankles, she was free to massage his nuts, and she did so gently. Jim gently stepped out of his pants, pushing them to the side. He tugged off his shirt and dropped it on his discarded clothes. Sighing, he leaned back against the wall and watched Sandy do her thing.

Around the same time that Sandy removed Jim's pants, Mike pulled away from his kiss with Helen. He undid her coat as he kissed down her neck. Reaching her breasts he gently nuzzled between them, pausing to gently nibble on her nipple. As he undid a button on her shirt, he would kiss underneath it. Except for her belly button. He gave that a gentle suck and Helen giggled in response. He was the width of her skirt away from his intended destination. Her shirt was completely undone. Her beautiful breasts bared, her nipples erect. It appeared that she was an artwork. Her torso was framed by her shirt, which appeared dark gold in the lighting of the room. Her grey coat framed around her where he had thrown her on the bed, giving her whole appearance a butterfly effect.

Reaching down, Mike pushed her skirt up. She was wearing a lacy black thong. Mike slid a finger inside it. Her pussy pulsed slightly, inviting him in. He obliged, sliding one finger in behind her thong. Pulling his finger out of her, he inserted two, moving gently but firmly inwards. Helen moaned. It had been three months and she'd barely had time to service herself. Mike quickened the pace, sliding the fingers of his other hand inside the delicate lace. With a quick tug he pulled on the thong, tearing it from her body. He flung it across the room and fell to his knees, burying his face in her dripping cunt.

Hungrily his lips encased her clit and he sucked, flicking his tongue over it rhythmically. She moaned and began to thrust. His fingers were deep inside her and he could feel her beginning to contract around him. She squealed. Loud and long. She was writhing with pleasure. Suddenly she sat half up, propped on one elbow. She reached her other hand around and wound it through his hair, fingers digging in like claws and pulling him in as she came. He kept up the pace until he felt her begin to slack off. He pulled away as she collapsed back onto the bed, sliding his soaking, creamy fingers out of her. he dipped his head back in and flicked her clit, just once. Her whole body spasmed and she pushed him away, still gasping.

After a moment she raised herself again. Spying Jim and Sandy over at the wall. Jim had his head tipped back, eyes shut. Clearly he was having as much fun as he thought he'd have tonight. A small smile crossed Helen's face and she rose, shedding her shirt and coat as she went. She was still wearing her skirt, hiked up around her waist, her stockings, heels and garter belt. She stood in front of Jim, bending over and staring coyly at Mike over her shoulder. The intent was clear.

Mike quickly undressed, slowly stroking his fully erect cock. He approached Helen, rubbing his cock over her pussy and smacking her clit with it. Small spasms shuddered through her body with each contact. She turned to face Jim's cock, which Sandy was still sucking on. Gently she reached out with her tongue and began to lick his balls, hands roaming over his thigh.

Mike fell to his knees, reaching for his fiance's pussy. He slid two fingers in, and coaxed her to raise her ass. With his other hand he slid two fingers into Helen. He pushed them in rhythmically, fucking both girls with his fingers at the same time and speed. He slowly dragged his fingers out of Sandy, dipping his head down and running his tongue over her pussy. Flicking his fingers over her clit he watched as she suddenly got distracted. He gently bit her on the ass, slipping his fingers back inside, working faster and harder.

Sandy reached a hand up Jim's leg, dragging her nails slightly, sending shivers all the way up his body. Her hand touched Helens and she hesitated. Throwing caution to the wind she reached slightly behind and ran her fingers lightly over Helen's breast. She gently tweaked the nipple and Helen looked at her. They inched closer and their lips met, tongues entwining. It was the softest kiss that Helen had ever experienced, sweet and gentle. But with an urgency at the same time.

Jim opened his eyes at the cessation of the girls attentions and looked down. The sight of these two beautiful women kissing within an inch of his cock was almost too much. He slowly pushed forwards, pressing his knob against their mouths. Slowly they let him in, the two girls still kissing, flicking their tongues over his knob. Helen pulled back a little, letting Sandy have his knob. Helen's mouth roamed all over his penis, nibbling down his shaft before taking one of his balls in her mouth. Jim felt the warm wetness on his nut, a moment before she started sucking, ever so lightly.

Mike watched on, incredibly horny. He stood suddenly, watching the girls double team Jim. Slowly he slipped his cock into Helen, grabbing the skirt around her waist to fuck her with a bit more force. She was tight and wet. Oh, so wet. He slid in, deep and fast. She felt sooo good. She began arching her back and sucking harder on Jim. Abruptly he pulled out, grabbed his cock, and slammed it into Sandy. He knew his finace loved this position. Hard and fast, slamming straight into her G spot. She began moving in his rhythm. He stopped and pulled out. Sliding the tip in, slowly. Not enough for her to get off, but enough for her to want more.

Grabbing Helen on the ass, he dragged her closer, so she was right next to Sandy. One thrust in each girl. He could smell the excitement in the air. The girls gasped. Helen. Sandy. Helen. Sandy. Helen was tighter and wetter, but his fiance took it rougher and deeper. Helen. Sandy. Helen. Sandy. His head was filled with lust. He stayed with Helen a moment. Pulling out occasionally to slap her clit with his cock. The harder he fucked them, the harder they sucked at Jim. Their tongues roaming all over him. As he fucked each girl, they'd take turns sucking Jim's cock. Mike could feel himself getting ready to come. He pulled out of Helen one last time, spanking her soundly as he did so.

With a grunt he entered his fiance. He felt tight all over. Ready for sweet release. He moved slowly. He wanted her to come before he did. She raised herself slightly, so she was almost standing. Reaching down she started to work her clit furiously. Mike pulled her to him, grabbing her breast roughly. He sucked on her ear as he pounded her from behind, slamming straight into her g spot. She moaned and pushed back into him. With a long moan and a loud scream she came. Mike still pounded with a furiousness that would scare most women. But Sandy took it, gasping and wriggling. Her pussy clenched around his cock, and with a guttural grunt Mike let go. He tensed all over and then suddenly relaxed, eyes glazed. Sandy felt a familiar warm wetness fill her. And she relaxed too.

The air filled with the smell of sex. It was heady and intoxicating. Mike picked Helen up, carrying her over to the bed. He dropped her and unceremoniously covered her. Sliding deep within her. Desperate. Urgent. It was time for him to come too. Helen felt the same. Every inch of her tingled. Wave after wave of pleasure rocketed through her. Her head tilted back and her knees flexed. She began a pedalling motion with her legs, panting. God, she was so tight. The spams of her pussy as she came were so forceful, almost like she was fighting his cock. Jim neared climax. He could smell it, feel it, taste it. Be began to moan. Each moan getting a little louder and longer as he neared his final goal.

Release happened swiftly. He stayed deep within her as he came. Feeling her twitching around him. He stretched over her, still buried in her, and gave her a deep kiss. He was without the ability to speak. As the last waves of pleasure faded he pulled out, stretching on the bed next to her. Helen's head swam, and she closed her eyes for a moment to catch her breath.

Helen woke up an hour or so later. Legs intertwined with someone and nestled between two people. She rolled over and snuggled into the nearest body, with her hand on the small yet firm breast as she drifted back to sleep.