Loading...“Just to let you know, Lorrie,” I said, before taking a deep breath so that I could complete my voice mail message. “My presentation this afternoon went real well. I think I got them all pumped on our products. There isn’t much going on tonight and we’ll be finished with the sales meeting in the morning. Tell Jack that I spent a lot of time with Brian Hightower during the golf outing and that I’ll be heading home before noon tomorrow.
Expect to see me in the office by three or so. Forward all calls to my voice mail so I can pick them up when I get in. Thanks Lorrie. See you when I get in!”
Satisfied that I had covered all the bases, I touched the End button on my cell phone and leaned back onto the overstuffed lounge chair. My feet were aching from standing around all afternoon during my presentation and it would feel good to get up to my room and slip off my so-called “comfortable” shoes and put my feet up for awhile. You never know how these distributor’s sales meetings can go. Sometimes there’re pretty lively, like the one last year hosted by United Tools in The Bahamas; sometimes there’re pretty tame like this one at the Myrtle Beach Hyatt hosted by Industrial Power Supply. At least it wasn’t lame like the one in Des Moines when the power went out.
After spending two days listening to everyone else hawk their lines, I had finally gotten my chance this afternoon and felt pretty good about it. Hopefully all my hard work will pay off with some increased sales. I’ll make some nice chitchat at the working breakfast in the morning, shake a few hands, and be ready to fly out by noon. That left just this evening. I was tired of going out to eat and considered ordering room service and catching the Thursday Night football game. Maybe then I could just finish off a couple of Jack Ds on the rocks and turn in for the night.
The hotel lounge was pleasant enough, one of those pseudo bookish English Club affairs, lots of dark wood, half-filled bookshelves, hunting mementos, knick-knacks, and the cracking fireplace. The TV up by the bar ran financial news with the sound turned off. The young stud bartender and the old maid waitress were trying to keep everyone watered.
Some of the other people from the meeting were sitting around as well, joking and carrying on. One of the guys from St. Louis–Lyle or Kyle or something like that–waved me over for a drink. Although I had gotten pretty loaded the night before and was going to take it easy tonight, I figured I’d join him and his pals for a bit, even if they were rude and crass and obnoxious. Kyle’s money paid for my drinks just as well as my own.
“So tell us Derek,” Dave, one of his pals asked, as slipped into the chair next to Kyle at the bar, “You get lucky last night?”
“Define lucky,” I replied.
“Hell, you guys know as well as me that old Derek is the man!” said Ron, another of their group. “I remember a couple of years ago at the Tech-Motive meeting in Cleveland. I was ‘repping’ for them back then. I remember by midnight old Derek here has these two beautiful married broads up in the hospitality suite stark naked and dancing for the whole lot of us!”
“I can tell my reputation precedes me,” I replied modestly.
“I remember that meeting,” added Dave. “The one’s husband kept calling on her cell phone asking when she was coming home. Man, what a night!”
“So what’s your secret,” Kyle asked.
“Yeah, what line works best?” Ron asked.
“No secret, guys,” I said with a shrug. “No tricks, really! I don’t know. I must have a face that women feel comfortable with. I’m honest, I don’t bullshit them, I don’t ask them to do anything they don’t want to. That and a strong drink and a piece of candy works every time!”
They all laughed and Kyle slapped me on the back. I’m sure they didn’t believe me, but it was the truth. All right, I’m okay with my looks, tall with blue eyes and dark hair, and I keep myself in shape, but I never really thought of myself as a ladies man, although everybody else seems to think I am. I just love women, pretty women, and they seem to love me.
“So you didn’t answer my question,” Dave said. “D’you score last night?”
“I went on the bar-hopping tour bus with the guys from California,” I said and noticed them shaking their heads. “This is a business trip, remember.”
It was for me. I took this event very seriously even while trying to have a good time doing so. Between Jack’s engineering know-how and my salesmanship we had built our company up from nothing to doing over ten million a year in a little over five years. Maybe being successful and looking the part helped me along with the ladies. It certainly couldn’t have hurt. The mixed sound of voices echoed through the doorway coming from the meeting rooms.
“Sounds like the Teacher’s Association for Lesbian Rights is letting out!” Kyle blurted out.
“What a shame!” added Dave. “Such great looking broads, but we couldn’t get anywhere with them last night!”
“Yeah,” chuckled Ron, the other pal. “Kyle musta bought them a dozen rounds of drinks last night before he found out that their rope swings the wrong way!”
“You’d have your work cut out with that bunch,” Kyle remarked to me.
Through the doorway burst the happy group, sounding as if they were quite glad that their meetings were over. There were maybe a dozen ladies, mostly in their twenties and thirties, dressed in business casual attire, denim shirts or knit polo shirts with slacks, although a few wore skirts or business suits. Moving into the bar, they took up residence on the other end of the bar from our group. The bartender hustled over to help them quench their thirst.
“Dykes!” muttered Kyle under his breath.
“Not that there’s anything wrong with that,” chuckled Dave.
“Just as long as they let me watch!” roared Ron.
I smiled from embarrassment at their lame jokes and glanced toward the noisy group that was filling up the bar. A woman is a woman to me, regardless of her orientation. If she likes men, I’m her man; if she likes girls, I’m her pal. When a couple of young women took the stools next to me, I tried to check out their nametags to see what group they were with. They were maybe in their late twenties. The one closest to me was a shapely blonde with cool green eyes wearing a white golf shirt and khakis; the other was a shorter brunette with big dark eyes and a flirtatious smile, wearing a crisp denim work shirt and dark slacks. The brunette whispered something to her friend, who smiled and turned to face me.
“If you’re gonna take a look, Darlin’,” the blonde said in a cool, husky voice. “You might as well get an eyeful.”
Obviously she misunderstood my glance because she stood up from her stool and thrust her breasts almost into my face. Startled, I tried to pull my face back and nearly fell off the stool. Kyle and the boys laughed loudly.
“I’m sorry,” I stammered. “But I wasn’t staring at your, uh, obvious charms, nice as they are and all. I was just trying to read your name tag.”
“Well, then, Darlin’,” she replied, reaching out to grab me by the ears and pull me back toward her very nice pair. “Maybe this will help. Or do you need glasses?”
Her breasts were so close now that I could see their supple shape curving up from her pink satin bra through her shirt and was also able to get a strong whiff of her perfume, very light, very, rich, and very feminine. I could also see her name tag that read “Lisa Willson, Michigan Education Association, Midwest Committee.”
“So nice to make your acquaintance, Ms. Willson,” I said faking a muffled voice and stretching out the Ls. Then taking a good look at one breast then the other, I added, “And yours and yours.”
She kept a firm grip on my ears, as if making sure that I got a good look.
“Well, if you’re done memorizing my nametag,” she said with a chuckle that made her boobs wiggle. “How about buying me a drink?”
The scent of her perfume was alluring as was the sight of her lovely tits cradled in her brief lacy undergarment. The logo on her tag indicated that they were part of a curriculum review conference.
“Wait a minute now,” I said continuing with the fake muffled voice. “Don’t you spell your last name with one ‘l’ instead of two?”
“Well, if you’re gonna read the tag instead of checking out my boobs, then forget it!” she said, playfully pushing my face away.
Kyle and his pals were roaring with laughter, as were the schoolteachers. As I stood up fully at the bar, I extended my hand politely.
“Really, it is nice to meet you. Now what did you say you were drinking?”
“Scotch on the rocks. The good stuff,” Lisa said firmly taking my hand and shaking it. She ducked her head down so that she could read my nametag. “And thank you Mr. uh, Derek Hyde, National Sales Manager, Wilson-Hyde Technologies.”
“You’re welcome. How about your colleague?” I asked, nodding toward the brunette.
“White wine,” the brunette said demurely. “The house wine is fine.”
“Well, you heard them,” I said to the bartender. “I wouldn’t mess around if I were you. Know what I mean?”
“And you are?” I asked the brunette as I extended my hand toward her.
“Carrie,” she said shyly. “Carrie Logan.”
“Well, nice to meet you both, although really, I was really just trying to read your tag,” I said taking a sip of Jack D. “Although the sideshow was quite eye opening.”
The bartender quickly set the drinks down by the ladies beside me and waited for me to sign the tab. Now that the ice was broken, the entire bar erupted in renewed rounds of chatter and drinks and laughter. Even Kyle and the other boys from the Industrial meeting got into the spirit. It turned out that the ladies were part of an educational conference and had just wrapped up their meetings. They had enjoyed their time but were looking to head home the next day. Despite what Kyle and the boys all thought, it mattered little to me whether the ladies were lesbian or not. They were outgoing and friendly and knew what they liked to drink. When I had finished my Jack D, Carrie and Lisa even offered to buy me a drink.
“Well, I was going to play it easy tonight,” I said reluctantly. “But if it would help the course of higher education, I guess one more wouldn’t hurt.”
So I accepted their hospitality and we toasted the power of a good education and the future of power tool sales. With each sip I found myself paying more and more attention to the ladies and less and less to Kyle and the boys. It turns out that the girls had been roommates since college, with the exception of the few months of Lisa’s failed marriage. Although they worked for different school districts, they had worked their way onto several of the same professional committees and traveled together quite often. The tool boys had certainly noticed my animated conversation with them and interrupted to let me know that they were ready for dinner.
“You coming to dinner, Derek Boy?” asked Kyle.
“No, thanks, fellas,” I replied. “I think I’ll finish this and head upstairs.”
“You’re gonna spoil your reputation,” Kyle replied.
“Yeah, suit yourself,” remarked Dave as they headed out. He slapped Kyle on the back on their way out. “Gonna have dinner with his new boyfriends!”
“Aren’t you going to join your friends?” Carrie asked.
“Well, for one thing, they aren’t really my friends,” I said. “And for another, I really don’t feel like going out tonight. I was just gonna head up to my room, order room service and kick back.”
“That’s what we were gonna do too,” replied Lisa, her cool green eyes taking on a dreamy gaze. “I was looking forward to a long hot shower, a good book, and a good night’s sleep.”
“I like going out and all,” remarked Carrie, her large dark eyes sparkling. “But after a while it all seems the same.”
I took my last swig of Jack D and set my empty glass back on the bar.
“Well, ladies. It’s been a pleasure meeting you both, but my carriage is waiting,” I cracked pointing toward the door.
“Well, I was about finished too,” Lisa said, pounding down her Scotch. “How about you, Care?”
Carrie nodded, setting down her empty wine glass. “We were going to call it an early night too. We’ve got a long drive back tomorrow.”
“Well, allow me to escort you to the elevator,” I said with a small formal bow, trying to keep a straight face.
“You are so full of shit!” Lisa laughed, her full lips framing her picture perfect sparkling white teeth. “But it’s such charming shit.”
We laughed, walked out of the bar and down the hall to the back of elevators. We made more small talk as we waited for our ride. When the door opened, I stepped in and held the door open for them. It turned out that we were all headed to the seventh floor.
“Weren’t you supposed to let us on first?” asked Lisa.
“Well, according to the rules of etiquette, the man should enter the elevator first so that he can be sure that there aren’t any weirdoes lurking inside. That way he can also hold the door so the lady doesn’t get her gown caught up.”
They laughed and exchanged a look and a couple of gestures that puzzled me. As the elevator stopped and we stepped out from through the door, I started to give my regards, but noticed that we were all walking in the same direction.
“I’m over in 764,” I indicated with a wave.
“We’re in 766,” Carrie said with a smile.
“No kidding! What a coincidence!” I laughed. “You’re bunking together?”
“Well, since a big newspaper expose last year, the Association won’t pay for separate rooms.”
“What a drag!” I commiserated. “What do you do in the morning when you both have to get ready at the same time?”
“We wrestle for it,” Lisa quipped.
“Gee, will you call me up so can I watch?”
Lisa whapped me on the shoulder as I stopped just outside my room.
“It’s been fun, neighbors,” I said with a wave. “Have a good evening.”
They both smiled and gave me a cute little finger wave as I slipped my card into the lock and stepped inside. I chuckled out loud as I kicked off my loafers and jumped onto the bed. I puffed up the pillows behind me and switched the TV onto CNN. A smile spread across my face as I thought about the ladies next door. I could barely hear their muted voices and realized that our rooms had an adjoining door.
No, Derek, I thought to myself. Let’s not go there. I turned up the sound on the TV and flipped through the stations finally settling on an unfamiliar movie showing on HBO. Some kind of a thriller it looked like. I scrounged around for the room service menu and found it buried under some spare binders stacked up on the desk. As I settled back onto the bed trying to decide what looked appealing, a knock at the door surprised me. I wasn’t expecting anyone and when I got up and looked through the peephole, I couldn’t see anyone in the hall. Then the knock sounded again, but this time I could tell it was coming from the adjoining door. Slowly opening the door, I found Lisa standing on the other side.
“Hi, Derek,” she said with her cool sweet little smile. She was dressed in a fluffy pink terrycloth robe that she clutched together as if her life depended upon it. “I hope you don’t mind, but Carrie got first dibs on the shower and decided to take a bath instead. So, can I use your shower?”
“Well, for one thing, you were supposed to call me the next time you wrestled. And as for my shower,” I said looking behind me into my darkened bathroom. “Nope, not being used. But, you realize there’s a charge for this service.”
“How about I buy you a drink at the bar later on?” she offered with her smile broadening a little.
“I don’t know,” I said teasingly. “Particularly seeing how close I was getting to your two little boy scouts down there in the bar earlier.”
Her eyes widened for a moment as she realized the implication. Despite having a pretty decent poker face, her expression made me begin to smirk. As she started to realize that I was only joking, she put her hands down to her hips. Her robe opened a little exposing a touch of cleavage cradled nicely in her pink satin bra.
“Oh, you, you, you,” she stammered, tapping her foot as she tried to find the right putdown. The curves of her breasts jiggled seductively as she tapped. “Oh, you shit!”
“Come on! Go ahead,” I laughed, opening the door widely so she could come through. “Just kidding! Just kidding!”
“I told you, Care!” she called out as she turned to shout back toward her own bathroom. “A little glimpse of my bra and he rolled right over!”
“Hey, I can’t help it!” I called out. “Pink is my favorite color!”
Carrie’s laugh echoed from the other bath where the door was partially open. I paused by the open adjoining doors, as Lisa stepped into the bath setting her little bag of notions on the counter, and pondered the situation. Yep, that’s me! Good Neighbor Derek! A petite little brunette with the large dark eyes in one tub and this sleek blonde girl in pink undies getting ready to jump in the other. Now, how could I turn this to my advantage, or are they even interested?
“You know, ladies,” I said loudly and slowly. “It dawns on me that some guys might try to take advantage of this little situation we have here. Now, I hope you realize how lucky you are that I’m such a gentleman.”
“Darlin’, I know one thing,” called out Lisa from my bath. “You’re so full of shit that you couldn’t think of trying anything stupid. And besides, guys who claim to be gentlemen rarely are.”
As I leaned back against the open doorway, I noticed that the layout of the rooms and the mirrors allowed me a nice glimpse into each bathroom. I could see Lisa as she finished pinning up her hair and preparing for the shower and if I leaned over just right, I could see Carrie’s legs stretched out in the tub. When I turned back to Lisa, I could see her reach behind to unhook her bra. As she slipped it off her shoulders and leaned forward and set it on the counter, her sweet pair of tits came into full view. She ran her hands up and over them bringing her small pale nipples to attention. She then reached down to draw her thong panty down from her hips. When she leaned over farther to remove it, I could see her beautiful little butt part just enough to catch a glimpse of her shaven pussy.
Suddenly, the room began to feel warm and I began to wonder if this weren’t some sort of put-on. Really, she must realize what she’s doing, but then, I’m the type of guy who won’t be shy about turning the tables when the time is ripe. When I looked away from Lisa in the bath, I could see Carrie’s legs playing hide and seek in her bubble bath. No, I couldn’t remember being in a situation quite like this before, but then the thought of being a peeping tom held no appeal. That was creepy behavior and chicks don’t dig creeps. Although part of me wanted to keep on looking, I went back to my bed and scooped up the room service menu.
“Were you going to order room service tonight?” I shouted out. When they both answered in the affirmative, I made a suggestion. “Why don’t I get your orders now so that it’s ready once you’re done.”
“That’s a great idea,” called out Carrie.
“Sounds good to me,” echoed Lisa.
“Who’s first?” I asked.
“Why don’t I go first,” replied Lisa. “I’m ready to jump in now.”
She came to the door and held it open slightly, carefully standing behind it so I couldn’t see her nakedness. Except that when she leaned around to stick her head out I could see her sweet naked backside in the mirror. I was so distracted that she had to tell me twice what she wanted before I got it right. When she closed the door and turned on the shower, I stepped into their room to take down Carrie’s order. It dawned on me that they had turned on the heat in their room full blast so that it wasn’t just their arousing behavior that was warming me up. As I stepped closer, I could hear Carrie swishing around in the tub.
“You can come in if you want,” she called out. “I’m not shy.”
“Well, I am,” I replied in a kidding way.
“Don’t be bashful,” she said teasingly. “I don’t bite.”
“Isn’t that what the wolf said before he ate Little Red Riding hood?” I replied.
As I pushed the door open and stepped in, I could see her stretched out, her long dark hair pinned up, her body covered by a huge fluffy layer of bubbles.
“How do you get so much suds?” I asked.
“That’s a trade secret,” she said scooping some up to protect her body from my admiring gaze.
“Well, I’m a shower person myself,” I admitted, “So I wouldn’t know.”
“That’s too bad,” she said with a flirtatious smile. “Baths can be quite romantic and sensuous, you know.”
“I’ve heard of that,” I replied. “Maybe with the right person.”
As she swished around under the bubbles, her tongue darted out to lick her lips. Careful, Derek, old boy. Look out for thin ice and landmines, I thought, so I decided to play it safe.
“And what will Madam be having for dinner this evening?” I said in my best stuffed-shirt kind of voice.
“What kind of meat do you have?” she replied in her sweet clear voice, obviously noticing the growing bulge in my slacks.
“Only prime choice,” I replied.
“I can see,” she replied. “What’s Lisa ordering?”
“A Rueben and a milkshake,” was my reply.
“What kind of salads do they have?”
I read down the listings, adding my own little points of emphasis.
“You make them all sound so appetizing,” she said. “I can hardly make up my mind.”
“I would recommend the Monterey Chicken, Madam. Chicken is in season this time of year.”
“Is it big?” she asked. “I like mine big.”
“Ours are the largest m’am.”
“Then I’ll take it!” she said.
“Very well,” I said with a bow. “Will there be anything else, ma’am?”
“Well, while you’re at it,” she said rising a little up from the bubbles, just enough so that the tops of her little tits became visible. “Could you do my back?” She turned in the tub to present her backside to me. Holding out a loofah, she said, “Here use this.”
I set down the menu and squatted down to take it in my hand. She knelt in the tub and raised her arms above her head giving me full access to her beautiful backside. I could see the faintest of tan lines running across her back and the same on the cheeks of her ass. I soaped up and began to rub her gently, letting the texture of the loofah massage her shoulders. She leaned her head from side to side as I caressed her shoulders and worked down toward the small of her back.
“That feels wonderful,” she cooed, leaning back into my stroke. “Have you had much practice in this?”
“Not really. Not lately.”
“Do you have a girlfriend?”
“Not at the moment. Not for a while. Things just never seem to work out for me.”
As I rinsed the loofah in the tub water, she reached down to grasp my hands and bring them up around to her breasts. “Maybe your luck is about to change.”
I let my hands relax and cup her breasts. They were about the size of a half grapefruit and nearly as firm. Her nipples began to tighten up the moment I touched them.
“And just what is going on in here?”
I looked up to see Lisa in her robe standing at the bathroom door.
“Just the hired help taking the dinner order, ma’am.”
I stood up and grabbed the menu.
“Lise! I saw him first!” Carrie said, turning around, her hands on her hips.
“But you wouldn’t have said a word unless I …” Lisa began.
“Now wait a minute here, girls,” I interjected. “If there is some kind of thing going on between you two, leave me out of it. I’m not getting in the middle of anything, okay. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.”
“No wait,” said Lisa, putting a hand to her head. “This is stupid. It’s my fault. I have nothing to be jealous of. I mean, you’re just the guy from next door and here we are teasing you like a couple of loose cheerleaders. I’m sorry.”
“All right,” I began. “Why don’t you two get dried off and dressed and join me for dinner downstairs? That way, it’ll just be like friends and no pressure or anything.”
Carrie slowly stood up from the bath, remnants of the bubbles flowing down her lean tanned body. “Are you sure you want us to get dressed for dinner?”
“Well, I just thought that maybe we would be more relaxed, in a more public place,” I replied.
“If we order room service, we could relax like this,” suggested Lisa, pulling at the belt of her robe so that it opened up, showing a slice of her beautiful pale blonde body underneath.
“Actually that’s not the kind of relaxing I really had in mind,” I began. “Now, please understand, I find you both very attractive, but I sense that there’s something else going on between you two and I’m not gonna get caught in the middle.”
“Okay, shy boy,” said Lisa with a flip kind of voice, closing up her robe. “Goody, Goody!”
“I’ll tell you what,” I said in compromise. “I’ll make the call to room service and wait next door while you two finish up in here.”
Carrie smiled that sweet grin of hers and Lisa stuck her tongue out at me.
“Goody, Goody Boy!” she called.
“One last thing,” I began, “If you hang around me long enough you will find out that I’m anything but a shy goody, goody boy.”
I shook my head and headed back to my room, careful to close the door behind me. After I made the call to place our order, I settled back onto the bed. These two were definitely not queer, unless they were playing some weird game. I could hear their voices mixed with the soundtrack of the TV movie. When I went to get a drink from the bathroom, I noticed that Lisa had left some of her stuff behind, including her undies tossed onto the counter in all their pink satin fancy. Now if I were some kind of sick fucker, I could have a great time with those. Nah, just the thought of it was enough for me. Just then there was a knock at the adjoining door. I opened it to see Lisa, still in the robe, waiting for me.
“I left my things in your bathroom!” she said moving past me into the bath.
“Shucks, and I was gonna toss your dirty underwear on the bed and roll all over it,” I cracked.
She tried giving me a dirty look as she proceeded back to her room, but I caught a smirk working its way across her face. I closed the door and smiled. Looks like I have time to get cleaned up before dinner, I thought. I had washed up, changed clothes, and straightened up the room when there was a knocking at the door. I opened the door slowly, not sure what I would find. Lisa and Carrie were waiting patiently, dressed casually as before, although Carrie had replaced her slacks with a denim skirt that showed off her slender legs nicely.
“We brought a piece offering,” Lisa said, obviously holding something behind her back. “Aren’t you going to invite us in?”
“Oh, sure. I forgot all my manners,” I said opening the door fully and waving them inside.
Lisa produced a bottle of scotch whiskey from behind her back.
“This is my emergency supply. I only bring it out during emergency situations, and the way you were acting earlier, made me think it was an emergency.”
“And I brought the ice,” added Carrie bringing a full bucket.
“I told you,” Lisa said to Carrie. “His room is nicer than ours. Should we kick him out?”
We laughed together and set out the glasses, filled them with ice and scotch and toasted our new “friendship.” Dinner soon arrived and I moved a chair from their room into mine so that we could all be comfortable. As we ate, I noticed that although our conversation was friendly, there were several double entendres and a couple of inside jokes between them. I was also aware that each one of them had wiggled a foot over in my direction, to play a game of footsie. Lisa had even slipped bare foot up my pant leg, stopping at mid-thigh before dropping her foot away when Carrie got up to set her dishes back on the room service cart.
“How about another Scotch?” Lisa asked, twisting off the cap.
“Set ’em up!” I called out, and she wasted no time in filling our glasses. “So tell me, you two seem really out there. Has the teaching profession changed that much since I was in school?”
“What do you mean?” Lisa asked, recapping the scotch and plopping back down in her chair.
“I guess there’s this image of the typical teacher in my head, all prim and chaste,” I answered. “You two are about as far from that as I could ever imagine.”
“Let me put it this way,” Lisa began. “When I’m in my classroom I’m all business. I have to be to keep order and the respect of my kids. But on my own time, I’m my own person. I have feelings and desires like any other person. Who says I have to go around with my nose stuck in a book?”
“I didn’t mean that exactly,” I tried to explain. “It’s more that I didn’t expect you to be so open with a stranger. Hell, you don’t even know me from Adam, and yet here you are with all of this flirty business.”
“And you don’t approve?” Carrie asked.
“Hey, I’m a red-blooded male and certainly no fool,” I replied. “I just found it surprising. Refreshing, but surprising.”
“We’re all full of surprises,” Lisa said.
“That’s the difference between us,” I remarked. “With me what you see is what you get. No surprises, no worries. But women tend to be a big mystery to men. You bedevil us and drive us to doing all kinds of crazy shit.”
“Like art, literature, music, shit like that?” asked Carrie.
“Since the beginning of time, honey,” I replied.
“Just don’t ask us what we want,” Lisa interjected.
“Why, ’cause you don’t know?” I asked.
“No, ’cause we ain’t gonna tell you!” she answered. “We have to keep our mystique.”
With another round of Scotch, our conversation became wide-ranging, very polite but very opinionated. My story was fairly short and sweet and they seemed interested, even asking some good questions. In turn, it was refreshing to hear their points of view. Both had gone to graduate school and Carrie was a published author. Lisa had specialized in elementary education and had been awarded special recognition for her work with children from divorced homes. As they talked, I would find myself checking out each one (as they were me as well) looking into their eyes, noting their smile or frown, the tilt of their head, the way they arranged themselves in their chair. Carrie was closed up, leaning forward, elbows on the table, holding her head in her hands. Lisa fell back in her chair, legs apart, arching her back as if presenting her luscious curves for display. After quite a while, Carrie excused herself to go to the bathroom.
“So now that you’ve told me what you think of the world,” she said in a low husky voice. “What do you think of Carrie and me?”
“You’re both pretty nice, a bit wild, but in an intriguing way,” I began. “You’re quite different people. She seems sweet and quiet and you’ve got a bolder tougher edge to you.”
“A failed marriage does that to you,” she remarked hanging her head a bit. After a moment, she raised her face up. “But that’s not exactly what I meant. Would you rather fuck me or Carrie?”
My jaw dropped and I struggled to find the answer. They were both attractive and I could go for either of them if the circumstances were right. But to choose one over the other seemed hardly fair to either woman. Lisa was this tough, cool sleek blonde with heavy lidded green eyes and a supple curvy body that would drive any man crazy. Carrie was trim, dark and petite and seemed like one who would just explode with passion. When Lisa’s foot began to work its way up my pant leg again, it became harder to put my feelings into words.
“Look, you’re both very nice, quite attractive young women. But I’m not getting into a popularity contest.”
“So who would you rather fuck tonight?”
“Neither. I mean both, I mean … ”
“What are you two talking about?” called Carrie as she returned from the bathroom.
“Derek was just telling me how he’d like to fuck both of us tonight,” Lisa said turning to smile at her friend.
“No, wait,” I protested. “That’s not what I said.”
“It’s not what you say,” Lisa began. “But what you mean. And I think you meant that you would like to fuck us both, the old ménage a trois, threesome style.”
“Ooh, that sounds like fun,” Carrie said coming to stand between Lisa and me. “Have you ever had two women at one time?”
“Are you man enough for it?” Lisa asked as her mouth curled into a sly smile.
“No and yes,” I replied, calling their bluff. “Provided you two can handle all of me.”
“Sounds like he doesn’t believe we would do it,” Lisa said glancing up to Carrie.
“Have you two ever shared a man before?”
“We came close once,” Carrie said. “Until Lisa took over and spoiled it.”
“I did not,” Lisa protested.
“Now you two,” I said rising up to stand between them. “Knock it off. Maybe we should head down to the bar. That way you’re not likely to have a spat in public.”
“Goody, Goody Boy,” Lisa said, edging closer to me. “This isn’t some little spat at all. This is more like full-blown lust.”
“Or something,” cooed Carrie pushing in toward me from the other side.
“Let’s face it Goody Boy,” Lisa began. “You’ve been eyeing us up and down all evening with those big blue puppy dog eyes. You can’t say you’re not interested.”
“And it’s not like you two haven’t been turning up the tease factor since we met this afternoon,” I retorted.
“Fair enough,” Lisa said. “No more teasing. Are you going to put out or not? We haven’t got all night.”
“Don’t turn us out and send us down to the bar to wrestle with the riff-raff,” Carrie said with her big dark eyes sparkling.
“Okay,” I said slipping one arm around Lisa’s shoulders and the other around Carrie’s waist. “You two are something else again. And there’s more than enough of me to go around. But one thing: no pressure, no games, no weird shit. Okay, that was three things, but you know what I mean.”
Carrie leaned onto my arm and tilted her head onto my shoulder. Lisa took my hand in hers and stood up bringing her face and lips close to mine.
“No games. No bull shit,” she said letting her lips lightly brush mine. “Just some sweet, hot, raw, mind-blowing sex.” She paused between the last few words to give me a brief kiss.
I turned to look at Carrie and found her standing on her tiptoes, her lips ripe for a long wet kiss, which I gave her. Our actions escalated quickly from light kisses and caresses to tongue probing and fondling. The next thing I knew, we were waltzing over toward the bed and I was pulling them down on top as I fell backward.
Kissing one, then the other I enjoyed the feeling of their hands wrestling over my growing erection. As Carrie won and her hands began to work on my cock, Lisa pulled herself up and we kissed. I ran my hands up her back toward her shoulders and she let me slip them around to her beautiful breasts. As our tongues began to wrestle and my fingers were making her nipples hard, she pulled at her shirt, raising it up to expose her breasts so nicely cradled in her thin satin bra. I pulled at the cups and easily slipped them down giving my eager fingers access to her warm willing flesh. Her kisses became more frantic and her hands began to move all over my shoulders and chest.
“How did you know pink was my favorite color?” I said between her hard wet kisses.
“You told me, remember,” she said, rising up enough to pull her shirt off over her head. She shook her head back and forth, letting her blonde hair tumble about her shoulders. She leaned back down and pressed her exposed breasts with the pale erect nipples toward my face. “So what do you think of them now?”
“Beautiful!” I whispered. “Beautiful.”
As I took one then the other into my mouth, kissing and licking and sucking, Carrie had finished opening up my slacks and pulled my stiffening cock out from my silk boxers. Her small little hand quickly stroked it almost to full erection.
“Oh, my,” she cooed, as her hand moved slowly up and down my shaft. “We are in for a good time tonight Lise!”
“Go ahead, Baby,” Lisa whispered, pulling my head into her breasts. “Goody Goody Boy has a job to do on my tits first.”
I covered Lisa’s breasts with my lips and tongue as completely as possible. She reached back and unhooked her bra, sweeping it away to give me complete access. She leaned back over me, swaying slightly from side to side, letting me draw figure eights with my tongue. I reached up and cupped her gorgeous pair, holding them firmly like a bra, pressing inward on her taut nipples, kissing that part of their sweet soft flesh not covered by my hands.
“Oh, suck them,” she called out. “Suck on my boobs!”
As I kept kissing and caressing Lisa’s beautiful pliant tits, Carrie began taking my cock into her mouth, softly, lightly, and almost reverently. My hips began to move in time with her head bobbing. I reached a hand down to Lisa’s crotch and began to rub her. I could feel the dampness through her khaki slacks and the tiny little panty underneath. She began to fumble at the belt and snap. I opened them up for her and slipped my hand inside as she slipped her slacks down past her hips. I rubbed her pussy over her silky pink panty, moving my fingers slowly back and forth across her wet sex. Carrie’s oral strokes were coming faster and I tried matching her as I stroked Lisa. I had barely slipped my fingers inside her panties when Lisa moved to take them and her slacks off.
“Screw the touchie feely crap. I want you to eat me out, Goody Boy!”
Once naked, she settled her wet pussy onto my mouth and began to ride me gently but careful to keep her clit as close to my tongue as she could. Her cunt was the sweetest I had ever tasted, hot and pink and wet. It was shaven except for a tiny patch of V-shaped blonde fur just on top. When I moved to lick the outer lips, she moved so that her clit came back to my tongue. She rose up so that all that touched me were the inner lips of her pussy and her clit, now fully emerged from its hood. She gasped, “Oh! Oh! Oh!” as she rocked back and forth.
Carrie pulled my slacks and boxers down and off of me. As she kneeled and bend down over my cock, bobbing on it with her hot wet mouth, I slipped my leg between her thighs and brought my knee up to contact her pussy. As she moved to suck me, her pussy rubbed against my kneecap and her breathing became more frantic. As her passion flowed into me through her terrific cocksucking, I tried to put it back out through my lips and tongue buried into Lisa’s pussy. Lisa bounced lightly up and down, increasing her pace toward a first orgasm, squeezing her tits, and gasping, “Oh! Oh! Oh!”
Carrie began to moan and hum as she took my cock in her mouth while my knee rubbed her now dripping pussy. When she paused to take a breath, she continued to stroke me using both hands, one on the shaft and one on the head. Then she took me back into her hot wet mouth, moving up and down faster and faster. As Lisa reached an orgasm, I clutched at her tight ass and held her pussy down on my face sucking on her clit as wave after wave rolled over her writhing body. She moved my hands away from her ass, rose up from my face, and leaned down to kiss me on the mouth.
“Is that what I taste like?” she asked.
“Yeah, Baby,” I remarked. “Sweet ain’t it?”
She ran her hands over my chest and pulled at my shirt, tugging it up toward my shoulders. With my help she pulled it off over my head and ran a hand over my light patch of hair.
“Oh, shucks,” she said with a phoney note of disappointment. “With your shirt open, it looked like you had a hairy chest, but all you’ve got is this little, little patch.”
“Does that matter?”
“Hell, no,” she whispered kissing me fully once more before moving down toward my cock. “Hey, Care! Share the wealth, okay?”
Carrie took one last deep plunge onto my cock and brought her mouth up very slowly, teasingly slowly, letting my cock ease out of her lips with one last kiss. Lisa wasted no time, grasping my dick and plunging her mouth onto me. I had always thought a blowjob was a blowjob, and had enjoyed every one I had ever received, I noticed that although her mouth was just as hot and wet and inviting as Carrie’s, her touch and stroke were completely different. She was maybe more aggressive, taking me stroke by stroke deeper and deeper into her mouth until I could feel the head of my dick work down her throat. When she sucked deeply on my cock as she pulled upward I thought she would suck the bedcovers right up my ass!
“Oh, my God!” I cried out with pleasure.
Carrie was not to be outdone, however, and she pushed Lisa off of me and took me inside her mouth again, bobbing more furiously than before. It soon turned into a tag team affair, with each one taking turns sucking me until my cock was fully erect. I was getting very close to coming and tried to distract myself by thinking of anything miscellaneous bullshit kind of thing that I could, but to no avail. These two beautiful sex-hungry women were bringing me unrelentingly toward an orgasm but I wanted to last a little longer. So I grabbed at Carrie and pulled her up toward the head of the bed. I cradled her face in my hands and began to kiss her.
“You taste funny,” she said.
“That’s from Lisa and you’re next.”
We kissed again and I reached down to pull her shirt up over her head, exposing the beautiful little pair of tits I had previewed during her bath.
“You’re not wearing a bra,” I said needlessly.
“I hardly ever do,” she replied, sitting up and jutting them out in all their perfection. They were perfect little globes with tiny dark Hershey kisses for nipples. She shivered as I ran my hands over them, touching, caressing, teasing them to full erection.
She leaned over so that I could kiss and tongue them. As I did so, my hands wandered down under her skirt to the wet spot on her panties. I quickly slipped my fingers inside to explore the wet wild delights waiting for me. She squirmed with pleasure as I twiddled her hard little clit and began to work one finger then a second inside her tight wet twat. She tugged the zipper to her skirt down and unfastened the clasp so that it opened up and fell away from her narrow hips.
She rose up to her knees and reached her arms up to wrap around her head, dreamily tilting her head back and forth and I ran my finger in and out of her dripping pussy. I grasped the waistband of her black satin panties and began to ease them down past her hips. She put her hands on mine and directed them back to her twat. She slipped them down to her ankles and off as I fingered her. Then she rose up and straddled my shoulders facing the foot of the bed where Lisa was still sucking and stroking. She then settled back down to rest her twat on my eager waiting mouth. Although Carrie didn’t shave her pussy, it was sweet and clean and the soft fur framing her cunt felt like silk as I kissed and lapped at her wet sex. Her pussy and ass smelled so clean and fresh, for a split second I thought about how there was something to the bath idea. But with her willing pussy pressed against my face I didn’t give it another thought and went to work on her.
As Lisa was working hard to bring me to blow my wad, I concentrated on Carrie’s tight little pussy. It seemed like every move I made sent a shiver through her tiny frame. I licked and sucked on her clit and teased her cunt with my thumb and fingers. When I poked my thumb up her twat and slipped my fingers around to probe at her tight rosebud of an asshole, I thought she was going to lift off like a rocket. She began to moan and cry out as she rocked back and forth more wildly. It was as if she had a hair trigger (no pun intended), for every move I made on her pussy made her shiver and quake and shout out. I think she called me every nasty name she could think of as I brought her to one shuddering orgasm after another, each one seemingly greater than the last.
“Oh, you Motherfucker Bastard! You Goddammed Son of a Bitch!” she cried as her twat pumped up and down against me.
Lisa began to slow in her strokes and with one final motion brought her mouth up and let my cock fall out with a pop. With a couple of easy strokes, she kept me stiff and erect and began to climb up and settle her pussy on me. I was sort of glad because I although I enjoyed having a woman ride me and enjoyed it greatly, I never found it stimulating enough to make me come and I was now sure so very close. She lowered herself on me and began to bounce gently up and down.
I grasped Carrie’s tight little ass and helped to move her and keep her pussy in just the right position to maintain her flow of passion. My fingers began to poke into her asshole making her movements even wilder. Finally she could take no more and threw herself off to the side, her body sweaty, and breath heaving with pleasure.
“How did you learn to do that!” she cried, panting crazily. “I thought I was going to pass out from that. You bastard!”
I ran my fingers over Carrie’s heaving little breasts as they moved in concert with her heavy breathing. My gaze drifted down to the pale blonde woman bouncing on my cock, her breasts bobbing in beat to her movements. I thrust my hips up gently to meet her movements and rock her upwards. Her fingers flew between cupping and squeezing her breasts to rubbing her clit. I was surprised to see that when Carrie caught her breath, she rose up and moved down to kneel next to Lisa and began to kiss her lips and her breasts and rub her clit as well. The sight of these two roommates kissing brought me closer to the peak as I imagined them back at home in a typical man’s fantasy, pillow fighting in their tiny undies or sharing the shower or a bed.
I could also observe the wonderful physical differences in them: Carrie, so lean and petite, with her dark skin, hair, eyes, and her shy wholesome demeanor; and Lisa, so blonde with fuller breasts and wider hips, with that heavy lidded look and cool façade that melted away into a the animal passion of a tigress.
Carrie’s toying movements with Lisa’s breasts were producing another wave of pleasure in her roommate as she bounced eagerly on top of me, riding my cock like a pro. As she came again, Lisa began to slow down and remove herself from me, moving back to let Carrie assume the top position. Her still dripping tight little pussy slid easily down the shaft of my cock and the view of her wonderful tanned backside and her skinny little ass slapping against my belly brought me to a new height of arousal. It felt as if my cock just kept growing with each stroke. Carrie began to moan and cry out with pleasure.
“Uhh, Oh!” she moaned. “Fuck me! Oh!”
Lisa moved off from the bed and began to twiddle and kiss Carrie’s tits as she stood by her friend. I pushed myself up to a sitting position, scooting myself and the slender little woman riding me nearer to the edge of the bed. This let me slip my legs over the side and get a little more leverage and increase the fucking action Carrie was receiving. She moaned louder and began talking dirty and her sloppy wet little pussy rode up and down on my stiff cock.
“Fuck me harder, you bastard!” she cried out. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!”
“Are you getting off, Baby?” Lisa asked as she fondled her friend’s tits. “Oh, Baby, go for it! Get off on it!”
“You like this?” I asked, joining in. “You like fucking my big cock?”
“Oh, yeah!” she replied. “I want your cock all the way in me! Oh, fuck me!”
I began to practically toss her up in the air as I thrust my cock as far into her as possible. I finally reached around her waist and grabbed her, picking her up without letting my cock come out of her, turned around and set her on the bed. She fell down onto her hands and knees in front of me as our strokes resumed. I was able to get a deeper penetration of her pussy as I came into her from behind like this, grabbing her hips to keep a steady rhythm. Lisa moved around onto the bed and slipped under her roomie, plunging her head down toward her pussy. Soon I could feel her fingers on my balls, and then her lips and tongue on me as she pleasured first Carrie, then me, then Carrie again. Carrie’s head dropped down to start eating her friend’s pussy. Soon the cries of pleasure were pouring out of Lisa again, as Carrie buried her face into Lisa’s slick pussy. After a few minutes, Carrie finally lifted her head up and let out several gasps of pleasure and then pulled off of me and collapsed atop her friend in a quivering mass. Lisa kissed her friend’s pussy sweetly but rolled her over and off of her.
“I want some more of that cock, Mister Goody Goody!” she demanded. “Come on! Fuck me!”
She got up on all fours with her ass sticking up toward me. It took very little effort to slip my cock into her hot sodden pussy. Carrie just lay to the side, slowly caressing her breasts and letting her hand lightly rub her swollen twat. A deep smile of pleasure swept over her face as she watched us fuck. After several frantic strokes Lisa began trying to pull away.
“Aren’t you gonna come Goody Man!” she gasped. “What’s the matter? Isn’t my pussy good enough to make you come?”
“Oh. It’s enough,” I said heavily. “But it’s been so long since I’ve fucked like this, I don’t want to stop!”
“Come on, Goody Goody!” she cried out pushing back onto me harder with each word. “You’ve never fucked like this before! Admit it!”
“Oh, Baby! Who cares?” I cried out.
“What’s the matter?” she said as she began to slow down. “You want something else? D’ya wanna fuck my ass? Do ya?”
She moved forward enough to pull my cock out of her twat and reached back to pull her cheeks further apart. I grabbed my hard cock, now thoroughly coated with the juice of two outstanding pussies, at the base and rubbed it along the crack of her ass. I grabbed her by the cheeks and began to thrust between them.
“My God. Would you quit playing around and fuck my asshole, Goody Man!” she demanded.
The next thing I knew she was pushing her tight little asshole back onto my cock screaming louder with each thrust. Being more into pleasure than pain, I found her screams sort of distracting. When I started to ease up, she pushed back harder.
“Fuck me, Goody Boy!” she cried out. “Yeah that’s it!”
Within seconds my cock was ramming its full length into her tight hot asshole and she was thrashing at the bed, clutching the bed covers and flailing about in a wild burst of passion.
“Oh, make me come again Goody Man!” she cried out, as her hand slipped down to rub her clit. “Oh, I’m coming! I’m coming!”
Abandoning all restraint, I began to thrust forward wildly, pushing her face forward into the pillows. Her tight asshole was quickly bringing me to a tremendous climax. I fell on top of Lisa, her trembling body quaking beneath mine.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” she called out as I pulled out of her and rose to my knees behind her.
“Are you ready?” Carrie asked rising up to grasp my cock and stroke it lovingly. “Are you ready to come?”
“Yeah. I’m close,” I whispered. “I’m real close”
She kept stroking me with a light but firm grip, sliding both of her hands up and down my sticky hard shaft. She slipped over in from of me, her sweet wholesome face filled with eager anticipation. Lisa rolled over and smiled, raising her arms above her head writhing in the afterglow of her pleasure.
“You want me to come on you?” I asked Carrie as I turned to face her.
“I haven’t done this before,” she admitted. “Come on me! Come in my face!”
With her beautiful eager face in front of me, her firm grip now coming faster and faster, and her sweet mouth opening up like a summer rose, I could hold off no longer. Lisa rose up beside Carrie reaching out to help stroke me off. I felt the cum surge up from my balls, flowing through its passages until it erupted onto Carrie’s waiting face.
“Oh, God! Yes!” I shouted with pleasure.
Carrie took a second spurt on her cheeks and Lisa moved over to take the rest. As my flow weakened and the final wave of orgasm swept over me, I fell forward to hug them and we collapsed in a sweaty mass.
“My God,” Lisa laughed. “Talk about coming in buckets!”
They licked my cum off each other’s face.
“My pussy feels like it’s on fire,” Carrie said.
“So does mine,” Lisa replied.
“Me too,” I added.
“Your pussy’s on fire?” Lisa asked with a laugh.
I could think of nothing to say for a moment and only added a groan of pleasure. We three cuddled for a few minutes, exchanging compliments about each other’s performance. When we fell silent for a minute or two, a thought occurred to me and I said, “Now, I don’t mean to break the mood or anything, but how about that drink down at the bar?”
With a laugh all around, we fished through the covers for our clothes and washed up before getting dressed again to go down to the bar for our drink. We kept our adjoining door open and chatted back and forth. As I tried to brush a cowlick out of my hair, I paused for a moment remembering what I had talked about with the tool guys earlier down at the bar.
“Maybe you ladies can answer a question for me,” I said.
“What’s that handsome?” Lisa asked, sidling up to me in front of the mirror.
“When you guys came in and took over the bar, the guys from St. Louis were kidding me about my reputation.”
“What a sleaze-ball you are?” she said kiddingly.
“Actually, a lot of people think that I’m some sort of ladies man,” I stated. “They were asking about my secret and I had to tell them I don’t have one. I guess they tried to pick you and your associates up last night with no success.”
“Well, there’s no worse turn-off than a drunken lout.”
“You know they thought you were all lesbians,” I remarked.
“Oh, really?” Lisa answered with a big laugh.
“That didn’t seem to slow you down any did it?”
“But you were the one who picked me up,” I said.
“And that is a problem for you?” Carrie said, joining up with us. “Ladies man!”
“Not really, because I don’t feel that way. I’m successful enough with women.”
“Well, duh!” Lisa laughed, squeezing up against me.
“But I’ve always wondered what it is about me that appeals to women.”
“Maybe it’s that snake in your pants,” Carrie said giving my worn out cock a squeeze.
“I think it’s what he does with it!” Lisa cracked.
“No, no, no!” I protested. “Way before that. What tells you when you see a man that you’ll want to sleep with him?”
“You’re serious, aren’t you?” Carrie said, looking up at me in the mirror.
“I’d really like to know,” I said. “When I look in the mirror, I don’t exactly see the best looking guy in the world, and I’m all right with that. But what is it you see?”
“Can’t tell you,” Lisa said.
“Part of your feminine mystique?” I asked.
“No, I just don’t know,” she replied. “I don’t know about Carrie, but something just flips a switch inside me. It could be a look in his eye, the way he talks or touches me. Sometimes the way he acts when he doesn’t know I’m watching.”
I looked over to Carrie for her response.
“It’s the snake in the pants that does it for me!” she exclaimed.
We exchanged a little group hug and headed down to the bar.
“My treat, ladies,” I said as the door closed behind us.
Kyle and the tool boys had made it back from their dinner and were watching the football game when our threesome strolled in. After Lisa and Carrie noticed the guys lining the bar, we took the seats right next to them and the two ladies began to hang all over me.
“What’s the score,” I asked casually.
“Fourteen-thirteen Dallas, under two minutes left,” Kyle answered. “The 49ers just scored a touchdown.”
“I’d go for two,” I cracked.
The tool guys could only stare jealously as the girls snuggled up closely to me. There was no doubt as to what had just happened because our rosy faces, uninhibited joking, and overall relaxed manner hid no secrets.
“Man! He did it again!” exclaimed Ron with a shake of his head.
When we had finished our nightcap and were on our way out, Lisa leaned over to Kyle and said, “By the way, Bucko, it took a real man to make a woman out of me!”