Loading...It had been a long day at work. Your boss, as always, had given you plenty to do and although you appreciated the faith he was showing in you, it was starting to make you so tired that all you could do after walking through the front door was eat dinner and then fall asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow. The last thing you felt like doing was having sex, especially since the energy you needed to make it worthwhile just wasn’t there during the week.
However, tonight was different. It was Friday night and I had just arrived in town after we hadn’t seen one another for more than three weeks. It had been so difficult not seeing each other much, but we knew that the love we shared for each other, that once-in-a-lifetime unconditional love, would see us through until a time when we could be together physically, as well as emotionally and spiritually.
I knew that you would be tired but I had arranged a very special evening for the two of us. However, even I did not suspect how amazing it would be and that by the end of it we would no longer be alone.
You came home around six o’clock and as you stepped through the door I grabbed your bag, placed it on the floor and then put my arms around you, holding you so tight after so long apart that you had to ask me to relax before I cut off your circulation. I took your hand and led you to the bedroom, only stopping to remove your shoes and socks from your poor, tired feet. Next I helped you lay down in the bed where, as per usual, you closed your eyes and almost fell asleep. However, I leaned across and kissed you lightly on your lips, then nibbled your ear while whispering, “don’t sleep yet honey, we still have a big night ahead of us.” I mentioned the word salsa and suddenly your eyes opened widely. I know how much you love Latin dancing so I had arranged for us to have dinner at a salsa club you had mentioned previously. I told you to go and get ready and that I could prepare your clothes for the evening. You crawled towards the end of the bed, in order to head towards the shower, with a new spring in your step.
I helped you pull your shirt over your head. As you sat on the edge of the bed your firm, soft breasts sat comfortably within the conservative bra that you had bought especially for working at your new job, where the norms were a little different to back home in Europe. You slipped off your belt and I reached down and pulled open the zipper of your black, wide-bottomed trousers. I love the way you look in those pants- they make you look so classy, yet so cool at the same time. To me they reflect who you are more than anything else you own, even your jeans that cling to your waist and show off the tight, swell of you bottom.
I pulled your pants slowly down your legs and then over your feet, leaving you sitting in the bed only in your underwear. I loved this game of undressing you slowly. I looked down at where you had not shaved in a little while and a small strip of short, dark hairs had started to creep out from either side of your panties. I often wondered how it would feel if you completely shaved your most sensitive part, rather than just keeping it short and neat. However, I have experienced both in the past and a shaven woman just seems too fake to me; the feeling just isn’t as womanly as being with someone who still has some pubic hair to rub against your chin as you go down on her.
You noticed that I had been staring between your legs and I saw the smile on your lips. I was now leaning in front of you and I leaned a little closer, not needing to hide my real motives for helping you out of your clothes. I bent in and tenderly kissed the inside of your thighs, then your stomach and back down to your knees. Your smile deepened and you drew a sharp intake of breath.
However, the night still had a long way to go and I was in no hurry to make you come right now, knowing full well that you would curl up into a contented ball and drift into a deep sleep. Instead I ran my fingers along your calves and down towards your feet. I know how sensitive you are at that particular extremity, especially after a long, hard week of work. I had promised myself that as I had the week off from the office that this was going to be your night and that I would stop at nothing to make sure that you enjoyed it.
I moved my hands slowly over the top of your left foot, kneading as I went, from your ankle, down to your toes. Then I pushed my thumbs into the balls of your feet and up to your sole, keeping a constant, rhythmic pressure on your tender, swollen muscles. Next I circled around both your inner and outer ankle and then pushed my knuckles deep in to your Achilles tendon. You gasped but I had learned that this was not in pain, or at least not uninvited or unwanted pain. Finally I ran my fingers between each of your toes, bringing a groan of pleasure from your lips. I knew how much you loved that feeling. Quickly I moved onto your other foot; you moved one leg across the other, simultaneously anticipating the changeover. By the time I had finished your foot massage your eyes were closed in bliss but your breathing was rapid enough to assuage any fears of your succumbing to sleep.
I took advantage of your lack of vision to quickly move up your body and peck slightly at your inner thighs. Your eyes flicked open in shock. I pressed my nose deep into the fabric of your underwear, smelling the overwhelming scent of sweat and your own unique, womanly, musky aroma. I don’t know who was more turned on but I leaned down and pushed your panties slightly to one side, revealing the heavenly mound of your half-trimmed vagina and allowing your scent to waft up so that you too could smell it now.
I traced a finger down from your belly-button, across your stomach and along the line of the extremity of your pubic hair. Your breathing was becoming heavier. My finger continued down your inner thigh and then ever so softly up to the bottom of your nether lips. Taking care not to touch either the crack of your vagina or the hood that protected your (as yet) unaroused clitoris, I played with the short, wiry hairs around them. I have always been fascinated by the fact that the hair on your head is so fine, yet at the other end of your body it has such a different feel.
I started to draw my hand away but you reached down and held it there, bringing it back so it rested on the vertical line that represented the entrance to so much pleasure. I looked above you and suddenly the spell of sensuality was broken. It was already 6.30 and we had to get ready. I knew that it was unfair to leave you like this but if we continued we would never get out of the house. I stood up, much to your protest and grabbed your towel that was hanging up behind the door. I handed it to you, ignoring your frown. Then I gave a sly smile.
“I have already had a shower and if I join you now we will be here all night. However, if you want to finish off what we have started, be my guest.”
You grinned as you stood up. I brought my hand swiftly and roughly up between your legs. You laughed, pulled the towel around you and stepped out of the room towards the bathroom. I know how much the feeling of running water turns you on and just thinking about what you were about to do made me want to chase after you.
But I still had so much planned, so instead I walked to the cupboard and pulled out a box- my gift to you for tonight and laid its contents on the bed. It was a set of underwear- matching bra and panties- very sexy but still classy. The underwear was a deep red; not bright and garish, but deeper, like the colour of velvet across the shoulders of a princess. I hoped that you would like it. Next I reached into your cupboard and pulled out a black, tightly-fitting dress that you had worn a couple of times before. It looked so sexy on you but then I remembered that you would be dancing so I reluctantly put it backed and pulled out one that was a little looser and not quite as sexy, that cut just above your breasts. As a finishing touch I grabbed your mid-high string shoes from under your bed. They were low enough to be practical but still high enough to show off your beautifully-formed calves, so strong and athletic after years of long-distance running, but not too muscly. In fact this part of your body is just like the rest of you- just perfect.
As I was going about this process, you had stepped into the bathroom, flung the towel over the rail and quickly removed your underwear, leaving it in a ball beside the basin. Our tender fondling had left you hot and in need of finishing off what we had started. You wished that I had joined you but realistically we both knew that you had the ability to make yourself come and still be able to carry on your daily activities. Usually if we did it together, it took quite a while before your head came out of the clouds.
You stepped into the shower, closing the door behind you. You turned on the water, adjusting the temperature until is was comfortable. The warm spray of water felt good against your skin. Ever since you were a teenager, the feeling of water massaging your naked body has always made you horny and often, after a workout at the gym or a swim in the pool, you have found yourself in the showers, with your fingers working quickly between your legs.
You stepped back and stood directly underneath the flow of water, letting it pound against your scalp, like a thousand tiny fingers running through your hair. You looked up, letting the water wash away the dirt, sweat and stress of another week of work. As it ran down your lips, your neck and in between the cheeks of your arse, your body quivered. You thought back to just five minutes before in the bedroom and suddenly remembered why you were so anxious to get into the shower in the first place.
Your hands moved over your body, running over your shoulders, your breasts, your stomach. Your nipples were already semi-hard from the water and sticking out slightly. You gave them a gentle tweak and smiled with satisfaction at the reaction this brought, like a small tickle beginning in your toes and moving up between your thighs and along your spine. The warmth of the shower and sensation of the water were already turning you on.
Although already wet from head to toe, you realized that some wetness was coming from inside you as well. You leaned back against the shower wall and started to stroke your pussy, running your fingers across the soft, tender lips. You were so hot and horny that all feelings of tiredness had completely disappeared. You were so focused on what you were doing now that you had forgotten about everything outside the shower, even your boyfriend in the next room who had started all this.
You ground your arse against the slippery wall behind you as you moved your fingers over your pussy, the spray of water from above hammering down on your hard breasts. You could already feel your juices pouring out of your cunt, over your fingers, as you began to work them inside. The slightly oily texture was different to the water coming down from above but similar enough to feel like the sensations from within your pussy were spreading out all over your body. You moaned as your fingertips began to caress the inner walls of your pussy. You pushed them in deep and let out a small yelp, but the sound was lost in the spray of water that pounded on your body, so that I heard nothing unusual from the lounge room where I was now waiting for you to finish.
You rubbed your free hand across your breasts, playing with your nipples, then back down your body where they held the lips of your pussy apart, allowing you better access. The fingers of your other hand were running in and out, faster and faster, as you fucked yourself and moaned, biting your teeth together as the feeling you knew so well began to swell within you. You were on fire, every inch of your body aching to be touched.
You quickly slid your fingers out of your pussy and caressed your body, trying to touch yourself everywhere at once. You turned around and leaned against the shower wall, pressed your hard tits against the tiles and spread your legs further apart. You moved one hand over your arse, spreading your cheeks and running a finger from your arsehole down to the entrance of your pussy, fingering your dripping wet vagina from behind. You slipped your fingers inside and started fucking yourself from one side, while your other hand was in front, rubbing your swollen clit. The world had faded away and the only thing on your mind now was the feeling coursing through your body- god you felt horny.
You pushed your finger deep into your pussy, and began rubbing frantically at your engorged clitoris, the nub now quite accessible from all your arousal. You felt your orgasm building, increasingly loud moans were coming from your mouth. You pressed your wet cheek against the tiles and pressed the side of your body against the wall, almost trying to push your own body onto your rapidly vibrating fingers. Suddenly you screamed, as the wave of orgasm pushed through your body. You thrust your wet fingers in and out of your pussy and you came loudly.
This time I heard the screams of pleasure and my own cock responded, pressing insistently against my trousers. Your body was shaking and you almost fell, as, for a few seconds, your mind went blank. Then you let yourself go, your body sliding down the wet wall until you lay on your back, riding out the feelings of pleasure that were beginning to fade. You smiled peacefully and then stood up to quickly lather up and wash yourself clean.
Then you stepped out of the shower, your legs still shaky and grabbed your towel. You began to dry yourself off but knew from experience that one particular part of you would continue to be wet for a little while longer.
You wrapped the towel around you and stepped into the lounge room where I was sitting on the couch, grinning and half-heartedly massaging the bulge in my pants.
“Refreshing honey?”, I asked playfully.
“Very”
“Good, then let’s get you dressed and go. I think I will let you take care of that yourself. I picked out some clothes for you but if you don’t like them then feel free to change them. Don’t forget that we are going dancing.”
I followed you to the door as you stepped in and saw the new underwear lying on the bed. You squeaked with pleasure and wrapped your arms around my neck, kissing me deeply on the lips and feeling my own arousal as you drew me against your body.
“Quick, shut the door and get dressed”, I said.
Once you were ready to go, we walked to the car and headed towards the restaurant. We were both looking forward to a real night out. As we drove along I thought back to your shouts from the shower. I hoped that we could continue what you had begun after we got home but I knew that I could wait. However, you leaned across and kissed me passionately on the mouth and the growing lump in my trousers suggested otherwise. I looked down and your gaze followed mine. You pushed your hand across and placed it on my crotch.
“Hmmm, what do we have here?” you said mischievously.
I tried to keep my eyes on the road.
“It looks like someone is feeling a bit left out” you said as you pushed the zipper down from my pants and reached inside to pull out my growing cock. I leaned back a little to give you better access and pulled into the left lane, slowing the car down a little in the process. You placed your hand to your lips and wet your fingers a little before returning them to my shaft. We were not too far from the restaurant now but time didn’t seem to matter. You ran your hand along the length of my dick, feeling it become hard in response. It was becoming more difficult to concentrate on my driving. Your hand began to move faster and faster and the car was beginning to drift a little. Luckily in this country, bad, crazy driving was normal so nobody noticed.
“Honey, that feels so good.”
“I just want you to feel what I felt before”, you said, your hand pumping up and down.
“I’m going to come”, I said, breathing heavily.
“Not so fast”, you said, gripping the head of my cock hard to prevent my ejaculation.
“We wouldn’t want to make a mess just before dinner would we!”
Suddenly you leaned down and placed your mouth over my cock, keeping the pressure on its base with your hand. This set me off. As you pushed your mouth down and let your tongue swirl around the head of my throbbing cock I couldn’t hold on any more. A wad of come flew up and hit the back of your throat, almost making you gag. You inhaled and pumped your hand a few more times, drawing the last of the sticky, white liquid into your mouth. Then you swallowed and licked your lips, turning your head on its side to look lovingly up into my eyes.
By now the car had slowed right down and people were starting to honk their horns at us. I put my foot down on the accelerator, my body shivering in the aftermath of my orgasm. A few more minutes and we arrived at the restaurant. I took a deep breath, zipped up my pants and then we stepped out of the car and headed in for dinner. Wow, what a feeling and the night was only just beginning!
You took my hand in yours and we headed inside. You had been here before so some of the waiters already knew you. As I stated that we had a reservation, we were directed towards the back of the building, past the dance floor, as yet empty this early in the evening. As we passed one of the waiters he smiled at you and said, “maybe we can have another dance tonight.”
I smiled back at him. “Sure, but you will have to wait your turn.”
The two of us have so much trust and are so comfortable with each other that this kind of thing doesn’t make me feel jealous at all. In fact I was glad to know that you were going out, having fun and doing your own thing in my absence.
We took a seat at the rear of the restaurant and waiter brought us some menus. I ordered barbequed chicken and you had lasagne. I ordered a bottle of white wine and as you hear me say the words you sighed. I know how much you love a glass of wine and how rarely it is that we drink it in this country.
“Tonight is for you my love.”
I reached across the table and placed my hands in yours, looking deep into your eyes. I brought your fingers to my lips and kissed them lightly.
“I love you so much my princess. I am sorry that we don’t see each other as much as we would like but I know it is worth waiting for. The things we are learning now are so important for our futures and one day soon we can be together I promise.”
“I know”, you replied, “but it is just so hard sometimes. Let’s not talk about this tonight, let’s just enjoy the evening together okay?”
“Deal”
The meal arrived, as did the wine. As we clinked our glasses together I toasted, “here is to a beautiful woman and a very special kind of love that we share.”
As we took our first sip and felt the alcohol drip down through our bodies, we exhaled in unison; delicious. Halfway through the meal I noticed that, after almost two glasses of wine, you were already a little drunk. Your cheeks had a slight, red flush about them and your eyes were shining brightly. I know how horny a bit of alcohol can make you.
I leaned down and slipped off a shoe, then lifted my foot underneath the table and up under your dress, to rest between your thighs. Your spread your legs a little to make some more room for me. I gasped. You were so warm and I assumed already a little moist, as a result of our earlier activities. You grabbed my foot and pushed it harder against your pussy, crying out softly. A waiter just happened to come to our table at that moment, so you pretended that the noise was just the beginning of a cough and brought your hand up to your mouth.
“How is your evening so far, enjoying your meals?”
“Everything is wonderful”, I replied, “I just can’t wait for dessert.” I glanced suggestively at you as I said this and you licked your lips. The waiter realized what was going on and looked a little embarrassed. We both smiled and he moved quickly away.
As I continued to rub my foot against your trembling vagina, you suddenly looked behind me and held my foot still, waving to someone behind me and beckoning them over to our table. I returned to see who it was and took in a sharp intake of breath.
Walking across the room was one of the sexiest women I had ever seen. She had dark brown skin, long hair around her shoulders and big, brown eyes. She looked about thirty years old and walked with great confidence. She wore a white dress that was quite short, at least enough to show off her long, toned legs.
“I would like you to meet Jasmine”, you said. She is working in this city at the moment. Jasmine is Brazilian but has grown up in Germany, so she speaks German, English and Portuguese! We met last time I was here. She is a great dancer!”
Jasmine held out her hand and I shook it enthusiastically. I looked back at you to see if there was any sign that you two had done more than just ‘meet’. You realized what my look meant and shook your head. Then you raised your eyebrows and smiled curiously as if to suggest that there was no reason something couldn’t happen tonight.
“Hurry up and finish your dinner so that we can get on to the dance-floor”, she said. “I’ll leave you to your meals. Nice meeting you”, she added.
As she walked back to the crowd of dancers that had begun to assemble I realized I had been holding my breath.
“Wow”, I said.
“I know”, you replied.
“So did anything, you know, happen between you last time you were here?”
“No”, you answered. “I don’t even know if she would be up for it. Last time she was here she was with a guy who was probably her boyfriend. We didn’t talk very much, just a little bit about how much fun it is to salsa.”
“Oh, okay”, I said, probably sounding a little disappointed. “Maybe she can show me how to dance”, I added. “I guess that learning Latin dance from a Brazilian is a little like learning a language from a native speaker.”
“Sure, this should be fun”, you said.
We finished our meals and the waiter cleared our plates. You stood up, a little unsteadily and headed straight towards the dancing crowd. The music had picked up as most people had begun to finish eating.
“Are you okay?”
“Fine”, you replied, “just a little too much wine, but I’ll be okay once I sweat it all out with a bit of dancing.
I had never gotten around to learning any Latin dancing, as much as I have wanted to. There are so many things I want to do in this life and unfortunately I can’t do everything. I looked out and noticed that you had already found a dance partner. Your were being twirled around, pressing your body into him, moving around with grace and energy. You looked so happy. I did see that you were dancing a little more erotically that usual, pushing hard against the lucky guy as he drew you in again before reluctantly twirling you out again. I wasn’t worried. I knew that nothing would happen while I was here and that you were just enjoying yourself. I was not surprised, thinking back to the warmth coming from between your legs under the table. Added to the wine I was sure that you were so horny right now.
After a few more dances I noticed Jasmine dancing near you. As she spun around her gaze was not on her current dance partner, but on you. She looked up and caught me looking at her. Instead of being self-conscious, she just flicked her hair back, blew me a kiss and returned her eyes to where they had been. At the end of the dance she came and sat next to me.
“Want to dance?”
“Sure, but I must warn you that I’m not very good.”
“That’s okay, we will take it slowly at first, until you feel more comfortable.”
I wasn’t sure whether she was still speaking about the dancing anymore. She led me to the floor and we stood facing each other. God she was sexy. Tall, brown, athletic and full of energy. I looked across to you, but you were concentrated on the current dance so I shrugged and reached out to hold Jasmine’s hands and we began to move. I am sure I was terrible but Jasmine was very supportive and I started to get the hang of things. Suddenly, after a twirl I held her against me but she hesitated before spinning out again, leaned over and stuck her tongue in my ear. It was so sudden and unexpected that I almost fell over with shock.
“Jasmine, you have a boyfriend and I’ve got a girlfriend just over there whom I love very much..”
“Well, firstly I am very much single and secondly, that doesn’t have to mean that hers has to be the last body you ever touch.”
I was speechless and really didn’t know how to answer her retort. We continued to dance and then on the next turn she pushed right against me, grinding her pussy against my thigh. I looked across to you, worried that you may have seen. In fact you had, but rather than being angry, you just grinned and waved us on.
At the end of the song I quickly sat down, half because I was embarrassed that my salsa was so bad and half to hide the fact that I had a rather obvious erection from Jasmine’s heavy dancing. Jasmine sat down beside me and then you joined us both.
“You are a great dancer”, said Jasmine, looking across at you.
“Thanks, I love to salsa”, you replied.
Sweat covered your forehead and your dress was clinging to your body.
“I’m going to the bathroom to freshen up a moment”, you said.
“Wait, I’ll join you”, cried Jasmine, almost too enthusiastically.
I watched the two of you head towards the ladies room. I wondered what was going to happen in there and for the rest of the night. I began to fantasize about the possibility of a threesome with two gorgeous, sexy women.
You entered the bathroom, well aware of Jasmine’s presence close behind you. You walked to the basin and splashed some water on your face.
“Your boyfriend seems great”, she said.
“He is”, you replied. “We are very much in love.”
“He is also very attractive”, whispered Jasmine, “and so are you”, she added, stepping up behind you. You could see her face in the mirror, as she titled her head to the side, waiting for your reaction.
“Thankyou Jasmine, I think you are really sexy too.”
Jasmine stepped forward again and you could feel her breath on your neck. You felt her slip her hand across your knee and then up the silky skin of your thigh. You closed your eyes and breathed in the moment. You were already so turned on after all that had happened so far in the night that your resistance was very low and you were ready to surrender to the touch of this beautiful, Brazilian woman. Her fingers crept up under your dress and across the front of your panties. God you were so wet. Her hands set you off like little electric shocks. She pushed her fingers inside your panties, feeling the moisture, and then brought them up to her mouth, licking your juices and tasting your pussy. Her hand returned beneath your dress and you reached behind you and pulled her against you. Her hand began to vibrate across your outer lips, spreading your wetness around in circles.
“Wait, I can’t do this with my boyfriend just outside.”
The sudden attack of conscience snapped you back to reality.
“Honey, I don’t think he will complain.”
“Okay, but not here.”
“How about my place”, Jasmine suggested. “It is not too far from here and the three of us can have the house to ourselves.”
The handle of the door to the restroom began to turn and Jasmine took a step back. That settled it. The two of you walked out as another guest walked in, a strange look on her face as she moved between the two of you, almost smelling the sexual tension in the air.
I was intently watching the other dancers as the two of you sat beside me again.
“Let’s go”, you said abruptly and rather insistently.
“Have you had enough dancing already?” I asked
“Enough of this type anyway”, added Jasmine.
“Okay, where to?”
“My place”, said Jasmine.
I caught my breath. “Sorry?” I asked in disbelief.
“Let’s go back and cool off in the pool. The smile on your face was huge as you heard the mention of a pool at Jasmine’s house. We quickly gathered our things and headed to the car. I still couldn’t believe it; my dreams were about to come true.
You had one hand in mine and the other in Jasmine’s. I was sure that the people in the restaurant were giving us some strange looks.
“Jasmine, you had better sit in the front and show me where we are going”
I slipped into the driver’s seat and you sat in the middle behind us.
“It is about half an hour away”, Jasmine said, mentioning the area.
“I think I know it well enough. Near the big Japanese restaurant right?”
“That’s the one, just behind that street.”
I put the car into gear and we pulled way. You had already slid forward on your seat and the look in your eyes said pure SEX!
“So”, Jasmine began, turning her head to you, “where were we?”
You leaned forward and began kissing Jasmine’s neck, then her cheek, moving your tongue under hear earlobe and into her right ear. I noticed in the rear-vision mirror that your right hand was already under your dress, massaging your pussy.
Jasmine put her hand down the side of the seat and let it slide back into a lying position. You took the hint, momentarily removing your hand from the front of your panties and crawling over the console between the two front seats, kneeling down on the floor board and positioning yourself directly in front of Jasmine. She was now lying down and had already pulled her dress up to her waist, revealing a lacy g-string that left little to the imagination.
I kept one eye on the road and the other of the two of you, waiting for what would happen next. You reached up and moved your hands against Jasmine’s breasts and then slid back down so your face was just above her vagina. You reached down and grasped the strings on either side of her g-string, pulling it quickly down. She lifted her arse off the seat to make it easier for you and you threw the g-string into my lap. You smiled in appreciation as you saw the small triangle of pubic hair trimmed just above the slit of her moist pussy. You could smell her strongly now, her scent similar to your own but just a little sweeter.
You leaned forward, sliding your hands up her firm stomach and pressing your thigh between her legs, feeling her wetness on your skin. Her dress was now pushed even higher and you began to kiss her stomach, working your way right below her belly button. She was pushing her breasts together and licking her lips, her eyelids fluttering. She began to squirm, you could feel her anxiousness in wanting you to travel lower, to that magical part of her dark body, the smell of which was already turning me on as well. However, the two of you were so engaged in what you were doing, you had forgotten I was even there. It was okay. I was happy to just watch the two of you……..for now!
You decided to tease her a bit more now, kissing over her pelvic bone, trailing your tongue up and down her inner thigh, sucking her skin up into your mouth. Coming closer and closer to her pussy with each movement, you could see her moisture glistening in the soft glow shining through the car window. Starting low, you began to bite the bottom of her arse that slightly hung off the seat. Jasmine began to moan. With each moan she made, the more your own pussy throbbed. You pushed her legs back, her pussy lips spread open, her hard clit reveling itself to you, aching for attention. Easing in, you lightly stroked her clit with your tongue, a loud moan came from Jasmine and you knew that you had worked her up to the point it would not take long for her to explode.
Sucking her clit up into your mouth, circling it with your tongue, her body instantly tightened. Her hands found the back of your head. She pulled you extremely hard into her pussy, as she ground her wet pussy all over your face. You had to have more of her, so you thrust two middle fingers deep into her, feeling the slickness of her soaking wet pussy coating your fingers. Letting her grind her pussy into your face you continued to thrust your fingers in and out of her, hitting her G-spot each time. Her loud moans echoed in the car. Jasmine was moving wildly which was driving you insane, licking and sucking her clit, fingering this hot pussy, her inner walls began to tighten around your fingers. She took a hold of the top of your hair and squeezed tight, pulling with what seemed to be all the strength she had as she came strongly. She tightened her legs and captured your head between them, her juices beginning to flow all around your hand, into your mouth and onto the seat. Finally she released your head from the dead lock of her legs, leaving your fingers resting inside her. You glanced up. Her eyes were still closed and you could see the sweat beads on her upper lip. Slowly pulling out of her, you climbed up on top of her, resting your head between her breasts. You lay there, stroking each other, enjoying the natural high you had just shared.
Just at that moment we arrived at the street where Jasmine lived and she groggily directed us to a small, but neat house with a high wooden fence and a neatly trimmed lawn at the front. You opened the car door and almost fell onto the lawn, while Jasmine pulled down her dress. I realized that I was still holding her g-string that you had thrown at me and I held it out to her awkwardly.
“Keep it”, she said, still panting from her recent orgasm. “If that was any sign of what is to follow then that will be a reminder of a wonderful night.”
She leaned across and kissed me deeply on the lips, her tongue pushing inside. We broke apart and the three of us went through the gate, pausing momentarily as Jasmine fished her keys from her handbag and unlocked the door. Then we stepped inside.
The décor was beautiful, lots of paintings on the walls and mahogany furniture; very stylish. Jasmine stepped into the kitchen.
“Wine anyone?”
She didn’t need to wait for an answer and poured three glasses.
“Do you want to see the pool?”
We each grabbed our wine and followed her outside to where a medium-sized in-ground pool awaited us. At one end tiled steps led down past jets that continually injected in fresh water. We sat on the deck chairs beside the pool, engaging in conversation as we finished our wine. The combination of sex and wine had freed all of our inhibitions and talk quickly moved to what turned us on most. You mentioned how much you love the water and Jasmine began to pull her dress over her head.
“Well, what are you waiting for?”
We drained the last of our glasses and then the three of us stripped naked, leaving our clothes in a pile. I noticed as you removed the panties I had bought you, that a dark patch had already appeared around the front. Your pussy was so wet that I could see your moisture glistening in the dim moonlight.
The sight of two naked, beautiful women, still in the state of post-coital serenity made my cock stand to attention. The three of us stepped into the water, feeling it flow over our naked bodies and clear away the sweat from our dancing and other, even more enjoyable activities.
As you stepped deeper into the water, you felt the jet from under the water blow against your thigh. You turned slightly so that it was rushing against your arse. You loved that feeling so much and had often made yourself come by pressing yourself against just that kind of pressure. You bent lower into the water so that the water was pumping right up your arsehole. You moved your hands around and spread your cheeks apart, lapping up the pleasure it was giving you. Next you turned around so that the stream was blowing into your cunt. You spread your pussy lips apart and leaned backwards. You began to moan and then moved your fingers to the top of your slit, rubbing it frantically. You now had two different sensations, each bringing you waves of satisfaction; one from the jet of water and one from your own hands. Jasmine and I looked over to where you were having so much fun and decided to join you. We came up on either side of you and the three of us locked together, hands, mouths and legs joining the stream of water and causing more moans to escape from your lips. It was an amazing feeling.
Despite the heat from our erotic embrace, the cool night air was beginning to take its effect and I noticed that you were shivering, although I really wasn’t sure if it was from the cold or form the approach of another, water-induced orgasm. Jasmine took the initiative and went inside for some towels, leaving you in my arms as you continued to work you fingers in tandem with the jet stream inside your pussy. You started to slow down and really feel the cold, so I grabbed your hand and we moved out of the water and on to one of the deck chairs.
You crawled up in front of me for a momentary rest.
“How are you feeling honey?”, you prompted me.
“Great. This is amazing, just like something out of a wild fantasy.”
“I know, I’ve been thinking about a threesome for a long time, but I can’t believe that it is actually happening.”
You reached down and placed a hand against my balls. The water had made them shrink up into my scrotum and your touch made me quiver.
“Would you like me to warm you up my dear?”
You needed no invitation and moved up so that your lips touched the end of my cock. You ran your tongue all the way down to my balls and then circled around my shaft. You brought a hand up to join in the task and I relaxed myself and lay back to enjoy the feeling. Your other hand moved down between your own legs and you began to massage your own pussy. After all the work it had done this evening, you thought it would be sore but it instead it was just hungry for more. You placed your mouth over the tip of my now throbbing cock and moved down, taking the entire thing into your throat. Then you moved up again and continued this pattern, fucking me with your mouth.
Suddenly I felt you gasp. Unnoticed, Jasmine had returned with the towels and without waiting around she had leaned down behind you and added her own hand to yours, in playing with you love mound. She drew her tongue across the inside of your legs from behind and then moved it immediately into your slit. There was no need for foreplay anymore, you were practically dripping with come. Your hand, now freed up by Jasmine’s entrance, moved up to my arse and you pressed it hard against the rim of my hole. Jasmine was working your pussy like there was no tomorrow and vibrations of the beginnings of your orgasm, which had been building up since she followed you into the toilets at the restaurant, were being transferred from your mouth onto my cock. It felt so good.
“Yeah baby, faster, Jasmine make her come”, I yelled.
Your moans were becoming louder and louder. Bringing Jasmine off in the car had almost brought you over the edge so it wasn’t going to take long now. Suddenly you bit down hard on my cock as Jasmine’s tongue and fingers brought a wave of orgasm through your pussy like a thunderbolt.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck”, you screamed, probably waking all the neighbours in the area. You crawled into a ball and slid onto the ground, the orgasm pushing your muscles together tightly. Jasmine noticed that I was not yet satisfied so she stepped up and lowered herself down onto me.
“Be careful”, I warned, “this won’t take long.”
“Just say when”, she replied, as she lowered her sopping cunt onto the end of my cock, slowly sliding down until she had taken every inch of my manhood inside her. We were facing each other and she drew her tongue across my lips. She began to move slowly up and down, holding my arms to keep her balance. After you fucked her so hard in the car she was already so wet and so horny, so there wasn’t much resistance. I looked down and noticed the contrast between my white cock and her dark brown skin and it slid in and out of her pussy.
As I suspected, it didn’t take long.
“I’m coming”, I yelled.
Jasmine slid back into a crouching position as a wad of come shot up, hitting her stomach and then landing on my legs.
“Wow, you’ve been waiting for that one haven’t you”, she said.
By now you had recovered and the three of us moved inside before any of the neighbours peeped over the fence to see what was going on. We walked into the lounge room and Jasmine flicked on the television. She had pay-TV and immediately switched the channel onto a porn site. God, was this woman a nymphomaniac. The three of us sat on the couch watching the orgy taking place on the television, as two men and two woman on a boat fucked each other’s brains out. After we had all regained our breath, we were ready for the next round. You began to fondle Jasmine’s breasts and she placed her hand on my cock, bringing it slowly back to hardness.
Jasmine placed her fingers against your pussy. You lips were so swollen from all the work and they were so wet that your juices had run down your legs and were threatening to drip onto the couch. You grabbed one of the towels and placed it beneath you.
“Sorry Jasmine, but do you mind this time, I really just want to be fucked with a big hard cock right now, there will be plenty more time for that later.”
“Not a problem”, said Jasmine, but she did look a little disheartened as she removed her hand from your vagina.
You lay down on your back and spread your legs wide, so that your arse was hanging over the edge of the couch. You looked lovingly into my eyes and pulled me towards you.
“Fuck me, fuck me now, drive it inside me. I want to feel you deep inside me, I want to feel you come inside me my love.”
I braced my knees against the end of the couch and leaned forward so that my cock was pushing against the entrance to your dripping love hole. I moved it around, holding it against your things, your clit and then rubbing it up and down your slit. You almost hit me as you screamed in frustration, “Enter me now”.
I pushed myself into your waiting pussy, feeling the walls of your cunt press around my cock. But Jasmine was not just going to sit back and watch. She climbed on top of you, into a 69-position, so that her pussy was above your mouth and her tongue was poised in line with your clit.
“Eat me out you horny bitch. Make me come again”, Jasmine rasped, as she pressed her dripping pussy down onto your eager tongue as you began to explore her dark, soft, sweet, come-covered folds. In the mean time I was thrusting into you and Jasmine was working her tongue around your clit. The sensation was one that you can only experience with more than two people. Speaking of threes, in almost no time of all, our lustful romp brought you to the edge of orgasm for a third time. Jasmine flicked her tongue rapidly across your clit as I slammed my cock harder and harder inside you. You started to thrash around as an enormous orgasm hit you like a steam-train. Your pussy was throbbing and Jasmine rolled off you, spreading your love juices all over your body, onto your nipples and across your stomach. I watched you with pure fascination as you traveled to the moon and back.
I paused for a moment to wait for you to recover but you were so hot and horny already that all you could feel was the intense need to be fucked- hard.
“Get back inside me my love, I want to feel you come too.”
I grabbed your legs and spread them wide apart, resting your feet against my shoulders. I rammed my dick into your glistening cunt. I had already worked myself up to the point of orgasm before you came, so with a few final thrusts I was spent, blowing a trail of come into your pussy. I held myself inside you as my cock begin to shrink, feeling my juices mix with your own.
“That was fucking hot.”
We all lay back gasping for a few minutes, the smell of sweat and come and wetness from two women filling the room. I got up to go to the toilet and left the two of you on the floor, gently caressing and exploring each others’ bodies. I walked into the bathroom and steadied myself against the basin. None of us would be able to walk tomorrow, but who cared. I lifted the seat and let a trickle spill into the toilet bowl. I smiled as I thought of you peeing. It just seems so natural when you lift up your skirt, pull aside your panties and piss like a jet stream. The fastest piss in the West, I call you; just another one of your idiosyncrasies that makes me love you so much.
As I was reminiscing in the bathroom, Jasmine was living in the present. She grabbed your hand and led you into her bedroom. Your legs were shaking so much and your pussy and nipples were on fire. Was it possible that you could come again, for a fourth time?
Jasmine lay back first and then you climbed on top of her. She reached behind you and placed two fingers inside you. She drew some of your juices up between your arse cheeks and used it as a lubricant, pressing a finger inside your arsehole. You rubbed your nipples between your fingers and began to breath quickly, pushing your breasts together and licking you lips, imagining them against Jasmine’s pussy.
“Owa”, you said as Jasmine added a second finger to the first, stretching the entrance to your butthole. However, you didn’t resist and continued to massage your breasts. From the front this Brazilian sex goddess began to play with your clitoris, working her fingers around the small, engorged nub, so sensitive now. She made sure not to press too hard or too long, knowing that either could make an otherwise beautiful feeling not so erotic and even annoying. You felt the familiar feeling again but didn’t want this to end just yet. You got up onto your elbows and pushed your body up Jasmine’s chest, grinding your pussy against her tits, leaving a trail of your come across her stomach. You reached up behind the bed, placing your quivering pussy in front of Jasmine’s face.
“Eat my cunt, lick it clean”, you ordered her.
Jasmine dived in, locating the precious pearl, using her hands and tongue to work the insides of your pussy and to play with your clitoris.
I had returned from the bathroom and finding the two of you gone, I followed the moans of ecstasy to the bedroom. I found you in one of your favourite positions, being licked out vertically, your hands pressed against the wall.
I climbed onto the bed. My cock was tired but that didn’t mean I couldn’t be of any use. As Jasmine was lying on her back, her pussy was exposed and she spread her legs to let me have a better view of the juices flowing freely down the inside of her thighs. I drew my tongue across her slit, enjoying the sweet, musky taste and then spread her pussy lips wide with my fingers.
You were thrashing wildly and screaming loudly.
“Fuck me, fuck me with your tongue, make me come hard.”
I flicked my own tongue across Jasmine’s clit, feeling her muscles tighten in response. Her own cries were muffled by the weight of your pussy but they were still loud enough for me to know that she was enjoying it.
You grabbed her hair and held her head tightly against your quivering cunt. She was almost suffocating and you pushed her against you, grinding yourself against her face, feeling her tongue move along every inch of the inside and outside of your most sensitive part. With your free hand, you continued to squeeze your breasts and nipples. You were now bucking like a horse and Jasmine was finding it hard to keep pressure against your clit. Suddenly she nipped against it and you jumped. For the fourth time that day, you came. This time it was so violent that both Jasmine and I were almost thrown off the bed. You cried out like you were going to give birth and then leaned onto your side and shook like you were having a fit. I was almost scared, but then I heard your voice.
“Oh fuck, oh God, oh fuck, this is amazing, fuck, fuck, fuck, my pussy, ahhhhhh, ooooooh, Fuuuuuuuck.”
I quickly turned back to Jasmine and ran my tongue deep inside her, pushing my fingers into her pussy. As I tried to get my tongue deeper I rubbed my nose hard against her arsehole, drawing a gasp from her lips. Soon her body constricted and she arched her back as she came hard and her juices squirted into my mouth and down my chin, while even more flowed down her legs and onto the sheets. We were now lying in a delicious pool of sweat and come. Exhausted from our efforts the three of us drifted off to sleep, our naked bodies twined together like a human tapestry.
This was definitely a night that none of us would ever forget.