Loading...As he departed his office, Brian Miller noticed that the wind was blowing harder than he thought. He should have left sooner, but wanted to make certain the Ford Enterprises Gulf Coast office was secure. An inconsiderate Category 2 hurricane was approaching and had chosen late evening to arrive. The building had survived previous storms and would, no doubt, make it through this one. But still, the hatches had to be battened down.
And as office manager, that was his responsibility. He had allowed the other nine employees to leave a couple of hours ago. He figured he would still have enough time to take care of things and get out in time, but the bending trees and flying debris told Brian he had stayed too long.
Slipping his car into reverse, he moved back into the garage and activated the heavy steel door. It only made it a quarter of the way before a pair of headlights appeared with an urgent horn begging for entrance. Brian had backed up enough for the vehicle to pull in out of the rain but no farther. Dowsing her headlights, a woman exited the car and stood in the glare of Brian’s headlights. From what he could see, she was very attractive in a dark low-cut, short dress.
“Please,” she begged, “I can’t drive in this.”
She was obviously very frightened, so out of compassion, he signaled her to come in and then reset the door.
Brian then backed his car into his normal parking spot, and she pulled in right next to him even though there were no other cars in the garage.
The beautiful brunette exited her auto and ran up to him. “Thank you so much. I work just down the street. I thought I had time to get out, but the damn thing must have strengthened and sped up,” she said, unnerved. “I didn’t make it very far.”
“Neither did I.”
She extended her hand. “I’m Ellie Mansfield. I’m an attorney. My office is two blocks down. Can I stay here in your garage?”
He accepted her hand to shake while sizing her up. She was even more attractive close up. Very pretty face. The v-cut neckline of her dress showed ample cleavage and the short dress hinted at very shapely legs. “No, Ellie,” Brian said facetiously, “you need to get on home.”
She reacted worriedly, but quickly saw his smirk and relaxed.
“I’m just kidding,” Brian said with his warmest smile. “But you’d probably be more comfortable upstairs in the office.”
“I couldn’t impose.”
“It’s going to be a long night and I promise I don’t bite.”
Just then, a huge gust of wind slammed against the steel garage door, rattling it violently. Ellie threw her arms around Brian, her abundant breasts pressed against him. Stealing a glance down, he saw the rounded tops push up out of her dress. She was quite possibly one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen.
Rattled, Ellie Mansfield pushed back. “Sorry. Maybe it would be safer in the building.”
* * *
Upstairs, Brian led her into his private office and offered her a seat. Ellie sat down on his sofa, crossing her legs. Even though she tugged the hem down, it could only cover so much and a lot of leg still showed. Brian enjoyed the view.
“Please make yourself comfortable,” Brian offered. “Feel free to use the phone if there’s anyone you need to let know where you are.”
“No, no one.”
He detected a note of sadness in her voice, but shrugged it off for the moment for a more important task. “I’m going to search the office. We secured it for a storm, but we didn’t plan on anyone staying here. I’m sure we’ll lose power soon, so we need flashlights. I have a small one in my desk. Maybe there are others around. I’m also going to look for anything else that might be helpful, such as food. I’m sure people have leftovers in the refrigerator in the kitchen we can eat, but anything else will be welcome.”
“I’d be happy to help.”
“You’re welcome to tag along, but I should be the one to go through my employees’ desks.”
“Understood.”
They set about the task. Brian couldn’t help catching glimpses of Ellie in her short flowing dress. She had removed her shoes to walk barefoot on the carpeted floors, and the combination was eye-catching. They found three other flashlights of varying sizes, a couple of sets of batteries for some and odds and ends food items. Offering what assistance she could, Ellie suggested that they pop several bags of microwave popcorn, heat leftovers from the fridge and make two pots of coffee, which could be heated on the gas stove in the lunchroom/kitchen. An hour later, they were as prepared as they felt they could be.
Regrouping in Brian’s office, Ellie took her same seat, again treating him to another nice view of her legs.
Before they could relax too much, there was a horrible crashing noise outside. Both rushed to the window to see what it was. A car had slid into a tree, its hood seriously bent. They could see that the airbag had deployed. Without further thought, Brian took off down the hall to the stair well, Ellie in tow. He unlocked the door and they both ran to the smashed up BMW.
Brian had to set his legs, knees bent, to find purchase against the howling wind and driving rain as he beat on the driver’s door window. Ellie assumed a similar stance as the rain drenched both of them. A very attractive woman looked back at him from inside the car, stunned. She was attempting to push the deflated airbag away. He tried to open the door, but it was locked. “Unlock the door,” he shouted over the loud storm. Finally, she was able to reach the unlock button. Brian wasted no time in pulling open the door and tucking the spent airbag through the steering wheel out of the way thus allowing the blonde to ease out. He glimpsed her shapely legs through her short skirt, but couldn’t focus on that now.
“My purse,” the woman cried looking back at her damaged car. “And I have food.”
“I’ll get it,” Ellie shouted above the wind.
With Brian’s assistance, he and the woman ran to the door of his building.
Ellie found the woman’s purse on the passenger seat as well as two bags of groceries on the back seat. She grabbed everything and rushed back. Once inside, Brian locked the door again.
“Can you walk up stairs?” Ellie was asking.
The woman nodded. Once there, she and Ellie went into the ladies room where they used paper towels to dry off as best they could. Brian set the bags and purse down on a nearby table and did likewise.
Several minutes later, the three congregated outside of the restrooms. Their guest introduced herself as Annie Madison. Brian looked her over as she spoke. Her cream-colored blouse was wet through and through to her camisole and bra, giving a hint of her nicely rounded breasts. Her short navy blue skirt was none the better, but did not give up its opacity. Like Ellie, she had shed her shoes.
“I’m a realtor,” Annie informed him, having introduced herself to Ellie in the restroom. “My office is down the street. I thought I left early enough to stop at a small grocery nearby, but realized I forgot some important papers and had to go back to the office. A strong gust of wind rattled by car and when I tried to correct I went sliding into that tree. Thank you for coming to my rescue.”
“Brian Miller,” he offered, extending his hand. “And I’m glad we could help. But I’m afraid you’re stuck with us now.”
“Thank you for allowing me.” Annie then gestured to her wet clothes. “Any chance you have something dry I could wear?”
Brian looked down at himself, no better off. To Ellie, he said, “We didn’t think to look for clothes.”
“I didn’t notice anything,” Ellie said.
“Well, we’re all in the same condition,” Brian pointed out. “But if either of you feels like it, there are offices you can use to strip down until your clothes dry.”
“I’m not sure I want to be alone just yet,” Annie said.
Brian asked, “Anyone you need to call before we lose power?”
Annie shrugged. “No,”
“Why don’t we go into the kitchen where we can sit in our wet clothes,” Brian suggested. “Maybe I can rustle us up something to drink.”
“If your suggesting something alcoholic,” Annie said. “Lead the way.”
“I like the way this girl thinks,” Ellie giggled.
Brian mixed up a batch of Martinis. Whether they were good or not did matter. It was what everyone needed. Lifting up his glass in a toast, he offered, “Here’s to three people who have nowhere to go and no one to go to.”
“That makes us sound pathetic,” Ellie commented.
“I’m sorry. That wasn’t my intention. I meant—”
“That we were lucky to find each other,” Annie amended.
“I like that better,” Ellie agreed.
“That is closer to what I meant,” Brian clarified. “There must be some cosmic significance to the three of us ending up together.”
“How safe are we here?” Ellie wanted to know.
“Most of the buildings around here have withstood many storms,” the realtor noted.
“Actually, this one survived a category 4 with only a few shattered windows. This hurricane should only be a low cat 3 by the time it hits land, so we should be just fine.”
“This Ford Enterprises must be a good company to work for if they allow alcohol on the premises,” Annie commented. “I’ve heard of the company, but I don’t know what you do.”
“We’re just another large, diversified company with no relation, association or connection to the Ford Motor Company. Among the many things we do, we do nothing automotive.”
Annie and Ellie had taken seats at the table while Brian remained standing. The wet clothes seemed to have shrunk on the women. Both were showing a lot of leg as though as much could not be covered. Either that or the alcohol was kicking in and they didn’t care as much. Anyway, it provided a pleasant view for Brian.
Their first drinks went down quickly and each person eagerly wanted another. During the second round, there was mention of hunger. Annie offered to cook some of the food she had bought. Brian and Ellie gratefully accepted. It was mostly canned vegetables, but with a little seasoning, she whipped up a tasty concoction. Just as they finished the meal—and their third round—the power went out. Their three Martinis allowed them to take the outage with aplomb, even a bit of humor since it was not unexpected. They decided to sit for several minutes to make certain it was not temporary.
In the meantime, the emergency lights came on, but the electricity never did. They decided to use the sparse light to return to Brian’s office to see how widespread the outage was from his window. Outside, there was darkness as far as they could see. However, the rain beat violently against the glass and the wind pounded anything that wasn’t strongly secured. An occasional piece of debris flew by. Fortunately the windows were mostly protected by the building’s columns outside.
“I don’t know how long the batteries on these emergency lights will last so we should probably set up our sleeping arrangements,” Brian suggested. “There’s a sofa in the conference room and one in the reception area.”
“I get my fill of conference rooms,” the attorney said. “Annie, you choose.”
“If it has a door, I’ll take it,” the realtor said. “If my clothes aren’t dry, I’ll remove them while I sleep.”
“We might all have to do that anyway,” Brian pointed out. “It’s going to get warm in here.”
“Oh, gee, something to look forward to!” Ellie joked.
“You know, Brian, you might have been right before,” Ellie said, “about the cosmic significance thing. I’m not usually this comfortable around people I don’t know. But for some reason, I feel quite relaxed.”
“Yeah,” Annie agreed as though it was a revelation. “Now that you mention it, I am too.”
Brian chuckled. “Could it have anything to do with the three Martinis we had?”
Ellie pulled up and folded her legs causing her dress to ride higher on her legs. She made no attempt to fix it. “No there’s a difference in the false sense of comfort you get from alcohol and the real ease you experience naturally.”
“Well, I was joking,” Brian clarified. “If you get to know me better, you’ll learn that about me. But I do agree. There’s something that feels right about this. Almost as though it wasn’t random.”
“So, what happens next?” Annie wanted to know. “Do we all get religion?”
They all laughed boisterously.
“No, but I could get us more vodka,” Brian joked.
“Now, you’re talking,” Annie said.
“You guys are incorrigible,” Ellie accused. “Another martini will put me to sleep.”
“Another drink and I might not be able to control myself,” Annie remarked with a smirk. “On second thought, I will have another.”
More giggling from the others, but Brian returned to the kitchen. Only Annie followed. Once there, she stood very close to him as he mixed the drinks. He couldn’t help but glance down at the top of her breasts.
She noticed and smiled at him. “You like?”
“You’re a very attractive woman.”
“Wish I heard that more often.”
There was something sad in that statement. He tried to be uplifting. “Then you just haven’t been hanging around the right people.”
“You’re a good man, Mr. Miller. I’ll bet you’re a great boss.”
“You’d have to ask my employees.”
Annie shook her head. “In my business, I have to be a good judge of people. I don’t think I’m wrong about you.”
“And what does your sense tell you about Ellie?”
“Very lawyerly. And believe me; I work with them all the time.” Annie frowned. “But there’s something else about her that I can’t quite put my fingers on.”
“Care to guess?”
“No, I don’t know. You interested in her?”
“Just curious. I agree there’s something I can’t identify.”
Annie leaned in closer, pressing her breast against his arm resting on the counter. “You interested in me?”
“Did you guys get lost?” Ellie asked, stepping into the kitchen.
Annie slowly eased away from Brian, but it did not escape Ellie’s attention.
“Just talking,” Brian quickly covered up. “Here you go.” He handed her a drink.
“You sure I’m not interrupting anything?” Ellie pressed.
“Of course, not. Shall we return to my office where it’s more comfortable?”
Once there, Ellie took the chair that matched the sofa and was perpendicular to it. Annie sat on the end of the couch nearest the attorney. Brian wondered whether he should sit at the other end, but as his fourth martini was kicking in and Annie was sitting with her legs crossed and a lot of them showing, and he now noticed a button on her blouse that had been previously buttoned but now was not, which maybe showed a tad more cleavage, he decided to sit next to her. He thought he detected a victorious smile as though some scheme had worked.
Annie lifted her skirt a bit with both hands. “Getting dryer, but still damp. I feel like a fish wrapped in newspaper.”
Ellie giggled. “I know what you mean. Shame you weren’t a woman, Brian. We could strip down.”
“I’m not stopping you,” he quipped. He placed the palm of his hand on his face to cover his eyes, but spread his fingers to still see. “I won’t look,” he joked.
Ellie feigned doubt by putting her wrist up to her forehead, and said with dramatic flair, “If only I could believe that.”
Chuckling, Annie stood up. “Well, I’m not modest.” With that she unbuttoned the remainder of her blouse and removed it. However, with her camisole only a bit more cleavage was revealed. She sat back down.
“Tease,” Brian accused to the women’s laughter.
“Tit for tat,” Annie retorted. “You show me yours, I’ll show you mine.”
“Tit for tat?” Brian repeated. “How about just the tit part?”
“You guys have had too much to drink.” Ellie pointed out. “And have you noticed? The wind has died down.”
Brian checked his watch. “Nearly ten o’clock. This is about when the hurricane was predicted to come ashore. That would put us in the eye of the storm.”
“And when it passes, the back side is going to be bad,” Ellie said knowledgeably. “I think I’m going to try to get some sleep while it’s quiet. May not be able to later.” She downed the remainder of her drink.
“That’s probably a good idea,” Brian agreed, reeling himself in from the merriment and somewhat disappointed that he didn’t get to see how far it would have gone.
“Party poopers!” Annie said. “Unfortunately you’re right.”
And with that, each went their separate ways.
* * *
It never occurred to Brian to mention that the sofa in his office opened into a bed. None of the others in the office did. It was a Ford Enterprises management perk in case they had to pull an all-nighter—which he had never had to do. Although he’d heard that the boss, Peter Ford, had used his for other things. However, in this situation, he doubted it provided him any more comfort than the ladies because even though it was momentarily quiet as the eye of the storm passed, it was getting warmer, and because of the ladies, he had this massive hard-on.
Brian had stripped down to his briefs, and he considered pulling out his cock to give himself some hand relief. But he thought better of it, not wanting to get caught if one of the women was walking around.
And that is exactly what happened.
Brian saw the silhouette from the emergency lights just outside his doorway. The camisole was a giveaway that it was Annie. But better still, the underbodice revealed she had no bra on underneath. Her only other attire was bikini panties, and the combination did nothing to sooth his painful erection.
“You need something?” Brian asked in a loud whisper.
Stepping into his doorway, Annie inquired, “Did I wake you?”
“No, it’s starting to get too warm to sleep.”
“Yeah. Of course, all of that alcohol didn’t help. And it hasn’t worn off yet. I was trying to find someplace cooler.” She took another step in. “It actually is a little better in here. And you’ve got a sofa bed!”
Brian shrugged, though he didn’t think she saw it in the dim light.
“And you’ve stripped down, as well,” Annie noted.
Now, Brian drew his legs together, embarrassed that she might have spied his erection.
“It’s amazing,” she went on, “that here we are practically naked in front of strangers.”
“I guess a hurricane does require us to make certain concessions.”
“Either that or it’s a good excuse for you to look at my body.”
“Sorry,” Brian offered nervously. “But you don’t seem shy about showing it.”
“Well, as we all said earlier, some people you just feel comfortable around. And just so you know, to my delight, that bulge in your briefs has not escaped my attention.”
At least she couldn’t see him blush. “I don’t know what to say.”
“Really? Because that’s one of the other things alcohol does to me: makes me a little more forward.”
“One of the other things? What else does it do?”
Annie stepped closer to him. Sitting on the low sofa bed, he was almost face level with her pussy. He could smell her arousal. “Makes me horny.”
“Then as a good host, let me get you another drink.”
“Another drink is not what I need.”
Brian stood. Annie turned and pressed her ass against his hard cock. He pushed against her, wrapping his arms around her, cupping one of her breasts.
“Now, you’re being a good host.”
“Is Ellie sleeping?”
“I don’t know. But if she is, she’ll miss all the fun.”
* * *
In actuality, Ellie was just outside the door. Like Annie, the heat and alcohol prevented sleep, and also like Annie, she was on the prowl for another kind of relief. Ellie wore only her dress loosely fixed around her waist with no undergarments. She’d heard most of their exchange.
“Looks like she won’t miss any fun,” Annie remarked as Ellie entered. “You horny too? Come on, I’ll share.”
“No need.”
“Oh? You going to get off just watching?”
“Not necessarily.” And with that, as Brian was kissing Annie’s neck and fondling her breasts, Ellie stepped up, placed her hands on either side of Annie’s face and pressed her lips to the realtor’s.
So stunned was Annie that she did nothing. Instinctively, she kissed back, and as it continued, she realized it was partially because Ellie was a terrific kisser. When they finally broke it off several seconds later, Annie said, “I knew there was something about you. You prefer women.”
Ellie shrugged helplessly and smiled. “Guilty as charged. Sorry. I hope I didn’t offend you. I was just hoping you liked women too.”
“I’ve never been with a woman,” Annie admitted. “Have you ever been with a man?”
“No. I discovered my preference when I was a teenager.”
“Well, then,” Annie said with a wide grin, “it seems we’re both missing out on something. The hurricane might not be the only big thing we’re in for tonight.”
“What do you mean?” Ellie asked as if she didn’t know.
“I mean this is going to be a night of firsts.”
“You mean you expect me to . . . with him?” Ellie quickly leaned over to Brian. “Sorry. I didn’t mean . . .”
“No offense taken,” Brian said. Envisioning the concept of their conversation had already given him a bigger hard on than he could ever remember having.
“Don’t you like trying new things?” Annie asked Ellie.
“Well, yeah, but—”
The grin still on her face, Annie pushed Brian onto the sofa bed, then grabbed Ellie and swung her around onto the bed. She then dove onto the mattress on the end placing the lawyer in between Brian and her. He landed sitting up with his back against the sofa back. Ellie eased herself up to a similar position, her dress pulling apart so that a good portion of her breasts and her legs to just below her crotch were exposed. Annie scooted in very close so that the three were unnecessarily squeezed together.
“We have much to teach each other,” Annie pointed out. “What better way to ride out the storm. And we’ll start with—” she reached over to Brian and pulled the elastic of his briefs “—get those off,” she commanded him.
Loving where this was going, Brian eagerly complied.
Annie then took Ellie’s hand and placed it on Brian’s hard cock. “Get used to the feel of that.” It was obvious that the attorney had no clue what to do as evidenced by her limp grasp. Annie wrapped the other’s hand around Brian’s dick and moved it up and down until Ellie got the idea. “That’s it. Don’t be afraid it. Grab it. You’ve got his cock in your hand. You’re the one in control.” Annie put her fingers on the mushroom head as though she was turning a knob.
Just thought of being stroked by two women was enough to make Brian seemingly harder than he already was, if that was possible. But the fact that the one doing most of the handiwork was a lesbian was almost more than his brain could process.
“Try spitting on it,” Annie suggested.
“What?” Ellie stopped with a look of stupefaction.
“Spit in your hand for lubrication. Don’t want to rub him dry.”
Ellie’s expression was now a mixture of disgust and fascination, but she did as instructed, and when she returned to stroking Brian, a faint smile formed on her lips with the ease in which her hand glided.
“Now, for variety,” Annie went on, “you can twist your wrist—” she reached over to show Ellie what she meant “—and with your other hand, cup and massage his balls.” Annie did this herself. After all, she wanted to play too.
Ellie paused for a few seconds because her arm was getting tired, so Annie spit in her own hand and picked up the pace. She loved stroking a hard cock; something powerful about it. “Oh, yeah. Now, we’re getting it ready to fuck. You like it, Brian?”
“No complaints,” he groaned.
“How about you, Ellie?”
She shrugged. “It is interesting.” With Annie’s face very close to hers, she said, “But this is what I’d rather be doing.” She kissed Annie, and Annie felt Brian’s cock pulse. “I can’t believe you’ve never kissed a girl before.” Ellie glanced at Brian. “He likes it.”
“Yeah, he’s nice and hard,” Annie noted.
“That’s good,” Ellie remarked as she added tongue action to her next kiss. To her surprise, Annie responded in kind.
Watching two women sucking and licking each other’s tongues was driving Brian crazy. He reached over to play with one of Ellie’s mostly exposed tits. She wasn’t quite as big as Annie, but she still felt divine. She moaned when he tweaked her nipple.
What surprised Annie was how much she was enjoying kissing Ellie. Gender aside, she knew how to kiss. Annie had always considered herself a very sexual person, never afraid to try something different. But within that context, she never considered anything as different as another woman. Clearly, she may have been missing out. Or was it that between the alcohol and her level of arousal she didn’t care?
Glancing down as best she could with her lips mashed into Ellie’s, Annie noticed Brian fondling the lawyer’s tits. She reached over and guided his head to the breast he was fondling. He got the message and started sucking on it, much to Ellie’s delight, if the tempo of their kiss was any clue.
Annie was still pumping away on Brian’s cock, and when Ellie paused their kiss to come up for air, it occurred to Annie that it might be time to test the other woman’s talented lips on him. “You took to stroking a dick very well,” Annie whispered. “Let’s try something else new.” She bent Ellie over directing her head to the tip of Brian’s penis.
“Whoa,” Ellie said.
“You have a dildo?” Annie asked.
“What?”
“You have a dildo?”
Hesitantly, not knowing where this was going, Ellie answered, “Yes.”
“You suck on it to lube before using it?”
“Yes.”
“This is just a human dildo.”
With a deep breath and raised eyebrows that no one could see, Ellie took a tentative lick on the bulbous head.
“Go ahead. Suck his cock,” Annie urged.
Ellie took it into her mouth only as far as the foreskin and it still caused Brian to moan his pleasure.
“Clamp your mouth around it and go up and down,” Annie instructed.
Ellie complied. It wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be so she continued sliding her lips up and down, while Annie continued to encourage her. Even though this was far from a world class blow job, Annie could see by the look of pure satisfaction on Brian’s face that he didn’t care.
“See how much of it you can take,” Annie prodded.
No longer thinking about what she was doing, Ellie was now just having fun doing it. She tried to go deeper, but could only manage another inch.
“Well, we still have some work to do.” In reality, Annie was becoming desperate to have that nice hard cock in her own mouth, so she said, “Let me show you some things.”
Ellie gladly slid down a ways which allowed Annie to move closer.
Firmly grasping Brian’s cock at the base, Annie said, “First, keep it moist. The sloppier, the better. So, if you’re going to spit on a dick, spit on it.” She dribbled a big glob of saliva down on the head, and then used her mouth to spread it all up and down the shaft. After three times up and down, she slowly swallowed it down her throat, but only for a second, then removed her mouth altogether. “See that?”
Ellie’s eyes were wide as saucers. Brian’s were not that much smaller. He’d never been deep-throated before.
Annie resumed by licking his entire shaft with just her tongue as though it was an ice cream cone. Then, she tilted her head and went up and down the length rubbing it with her lips. “See how I did that? Doesn’t always have to go inside your mouth to work.”
Meanwhile, Brian was so delirious; it felt like the top of his head was going to explode.
“Just sit back and enjoy,” Annie told him. She sucked his cock a bit more, going up and down several times. “And don’t forget his balls. They’re all part of it.” She then slurped one testicle into her mouth, rolled it around and pulled her head back stretching his scrotum and letting the nut go. She performed an identical action on the other.
Brian was practically crying with enjoyment. Ellie was wide-eyed with disbelief.
Annie dribbled more saliva on the helmet and then deep-throated him again. “Now, you think you got it?”
Ellie grinned and nodded. “Now you want to see if you can get it?”
“What do you mean?”
Ellie guided her to the foot of the bed, and then lay down where Annie had been. Ellie spread her legs exposing her beautifully shaved pussy. With her hands, she made a “come on” gesture.
On hands and knees, Annie moved in closer. Interestingly, she had never seen a pussy this close. Of course, she had in pictures, but it wasn’t the same. She had looked at herself in the mirror. But again, the angle was different. There was something enticing about it. Suddenly, she understood why men went so crazy over it.
Knowing what Ellie expected, Annie moved her face closer and took a few swipes with her tongue.
“Mmmm, that’s it,” Ellie murmured. “Come in more. Don’t be afraid to get closer. Stick your tongue in there.”
Annie complied. It was so unbelievably soft; which was somewhat ironic because she knew it was. She was no stranger to touching herself. But she obviously could not do that with her own tongue. But the feel of it against her tongue was quite alluring.
“Now, my clit,” Ellie urged, breathing heavier. “Yes. That’s it. Just do what you would want done to you.”
And so, Annie did. She flicked the tip of her tongue against Ellie’s clit, then forced her tongue inside as deep as she could, then back to the clit sucking it this time.
Meanwhile, Brian returned to sucking Ellie’s tits. She had small nipples with areolas not much bigger around than a nickel. But there was something about that he liked. And they certainly were sensitive.
“Use your finger also,” Ellie reminded Annie.
As Annie slid first one, then two fingers into Ellie’s vagina, she was just as enamored touching another woman’s pussy as she had been mouthing it.
Ellie began moving her hips up and down matching the motion of Annie’s tongue and fingers. “Add another finger.” Annie complied. Ellie then grabbed the other woman’s head holding it in the position she wanted against her womanhood. “Mmmm.” Ellie spread her legs as wide as she could, resting her right thigh on Brian’s cock.
Having been fairly passive since they began this session, Brian felt the need for some aggressiveness. He turned to Ellie and kissed her passionately. He immediately agreed with Annie. Ellie was a great kisser.
Automatically kissing back, nearly lost in euphoria, several seconds passed before Ellie realized she was kissing a man. But on this strange night, she realized it didn’t matter. She kissed him with as much mania as he was her, and strangely, she found herself enjoying it, so much so, her tongue sought his in a dueling dance. They swapped spit like drinking water.
On the other end, Annie was becoming incredibly adept at licking pussy. When Brian pulled away to catch his breath, Ellie pulled Annie up to taste herself on the other woman’s lips. It was intoxicating. Ellie loved the taste of pussy—even her own. And now she wanted more. She rolled Annie over onto her back, tugged her panties down and off, and attacked.
Annie’s sweet pussy was already drenched. Ellie was like a bee sucking nectar from the most fragrant flower. She lifted Annie’s ass rolling her up on her back so her pussy was higher up. In this position, Ellie was able to drive her tongue deeply into the other’s hole.
Annie let out a cry of ecstasy, but it almost diminished when Ellie dragged her tongue down over Annie’s asshole. No man or woman had ever touched, tongued or done anything to that orifice. At first, she was put off. But it felt so incredibly good, she was powerless to stop the lawyer. She didn’t know if it was that or the blood rushing to her head that made her feel faint.
Brian could only sit and watch in awe, his cock leaking pre-cum like a sieve.
Finally, Ellie eased Annie back down, and it was all the latter could do to catch her breath. Just as she barely did, Ellie came up for another wet kiss, lifting Annie’s camisole to play with her tits. After another minute, Ellie rolled onto her back to get her breathing back to normal.
Noticing Brian’s dick and the bubble of clear liquid oozing out, Annie reached over and scooped a glob of it with her finger. She was about to lick it off, but just as quickly rubbed it on Ellie’s lips.
Eyes closed, Ellie automatically rubbed her tongue over her lips. Her eyes shot open at the salty taste. She abruptly turned her head in time to see Annie scooping another glob but putting it in her own mouth. Ellie wanted to be alarmed, but she instantly started giggling as she considered all the new things she had done so far.
“I think she’s ready, Brian,” Annie surmised. “Get on over here and fuck her.”
Almost feeling left out; Brian didn’t need to be told twice.
But as Annie pulled Ellie’s legs apart, fear began to overtake Ellie. Seeing it, Annie tried to reassure the other woman. “You’ve already said you’ve used a dildo. This is just—”
“I know. A human dildo.” But on some inexplicable level, Ellie kind of wanted to try this.
Brian moved into the standard missionary position. Grabbing his cock that wanted to enter this pussy more than it had any other, he slid it in very slowly allowing her to become comfortable with it. After several seconds, when the frown on her face relaxed a little, he began thrusting, but gently. Still seeing a hint of apprehension, and knowing how much Ellie liked to kiss, not to mention how good she was at it and how nothing accompanied a good fuck like a kiss, Brian bent down and pressed his lips to hers. It worked and she responded.
Annie had pulled Ellie’s leg across hers and had been tenderly caressing her thigh. But when Brian broke their kiss, Annie swooped in to lock lips with Ellie, and after a minute, did the same with Brian. Annie couldn’t help but also place her hand on Brian’s ass as he pumped. She rubbed her hand around, and even let it go down between his legs to fondle his balls as they slapped gently against Ellie’s rear. “How you doing, Ellie?”
“Mmmm. This isn’t too bad,” Ellie answered, almost dreamily.
Annie leaned over to kiss her again. “Told you.” In such a heightened state of arousal, Annie wanted to be more a part of this so she got on her knees behind Brian in between both his and Ellie’s spread legs. Annie rubbed Ellie’s thighs and played with Brian’s ass more. She pulled his cheeks apart and considered for an instant, fingering his asshole, but she didn’t want to mess up his rhythm. Meanwhile, he was kissing Ellie again.
“Give it to her harder,” Annie commanded. To emphasize her point, she grabbed his hips, pushing and pulling at the pace she wanted him to fuck Ellie.
For Ellie’s part, the feel of this male tool inside her was amazing. She wanted to be confused as she was a confirmed lesbian. But for the moment, she just couldn’t get past feelings and emotions building inside of her. She felt that familiar tingling in her pussy signaling her orgasm was near. But what surprised her was the intensity with which it was building. She wasn’t sure she had ever experienced anything to such a heightened degree. It was growing, growing, growing and it almost frightened her where it was going. But then the dam broke and she let out this loud scream/cry/yell. Every nerve ending in her body was quivering. She was imploding, exploding, out-of-body, out of mind, out of breath.
A moment, a minute later, her eyes snapped opened and she wanted to feel alarmed at what had happened to her body, that she had had sex with a man. But all she felt was marvelous.
It was obvious that Ellie was in la-la land, but if Annie was horny before, now she was possessed. Fortunately, Brian hadn’t come, though how he had managed to hold out was a mystery. But it was good for her because now it was her turn.
She pushed Brian over onto his back. His cock had wilted slightly, but she knew she could fix that. She grabbed it, spit a glob on it and then took it into her mouth, and alternated jerking it with her hand. When he was mostly hard again, for good measure, she took it all the way down her throat. That brought him the rest of the way. She could also taste Ellie on him, not an altogether unpleasant experience even though she had never tasted a woman in this manner before. When she finally felt that he was ready, she wasted no time in sitting on his cock and then inserting in. She was so wet, he slid all the way in to his balls.
“Oh, my god, that feels divine,” Annie exclaimed.
“Ditto,” Brian echoed.
Ellie turned on her side to watch. Seeing that, Annie leaned over to kiss her while Brian drilled away. Returning her attention to him, Annie moved her hips back and forth instead of up and down.
“Oh, that’s great!” Brian noted enthusiastically.
“You like that?” Annie teased. “You like that wet pussy?”
“Oh, yeah!”
Watching a man and woman fuck in person was a first for Ellie, and to her surprise, a bit of a turn on. She couldn’t help but reach down and finger her own pussy.
Annie lay down on Brian and devoured his mouth. He thought she might literally suck his brains out. But just as quickly, she reached over and pulled Ellie’s head closer performing the same lip action. She then moved down to Ellie’s nipple and sucked on it for a minute. But now, she just couldn’t wait any more. She had to come. So, she sat up again and concentrated on fucking and being fucked. “Come on, give it to me Brian!”
He had never been with such a sexually delirious woman before. But he loved her intensity and aggressiveness and he gave it to her just as she wanted it: hard and fast. To his surprise, she came without announcement or fanfare, and to his disappointment, not explosively. It almost made him feel inadequate.
However, when he slowed down, Annie ordered, “Don’t stop! We’re not done yet.”
A couple of minutes later, he thought she was going to pull her hair out she came so hard, moaning, groaning, her fingers bent as though they were claws. She grabbed his shoulders to fuck him harder and he feared she might scratch his chest like a wildcat. It made him lose his own orgasm. The way she continued to pump him was as though she had an itch way down where she couldn’t reach it. Finally, she finished and rolled over onto her back at the foot of the bed.
“Oh, that was the best fuck I’ve had in a long time!” Annie yelled while trying to catch her breath.
Brian looked up at Ellie and the two exchanged looks of disbelief at what they had just witnessed.
Catching it, Annie sat up. “I’m sorry. Did I scare you?”
“Well, I have to admit,” Brian confessed, “I’ve never seen anyone come with such intensity.”
“Nor I,” Ellie agreed.
Annie grinned. “This is the first time in a long while that I have been able to just let myself go. And I have to admit, Ellie, having you in the mix—”
“A lesbian?”
“I wouldn’t call myself that anymore,” Annie corrected. “I think you’ve graduated to bisexual.”
“And you?”
“Maybe.”
“You don’t think it was just the unusual situation?”
“Possibly. But sometimes it’s those unusual situations that encourage you to try something you otherwise never would have only to find out that you actually like it.”
“Perhaps you’re right.”
Just then, a gust of wind pushed against the window reminding them of the hurricane.
“I guess the eye has passed,” Ellie pointed out.
“Some time ago,” Brian corrected. “But we were caught up in our own storm.”
They all laughed.
“But the storm isn’t over,” Annie said.
“No, it will probably last until morning,” Brian surmised.
“I meant you haven’t come yet.”
“Well, it wouldn’t be the first time,” Brian admitted.
“No, no, everybody has to have an orgasm. And there is still one thing Ellie hasn’t experienced.”
“I can’t go anymore. I’m worn out.”
“All you have to do is lay there.” Annie pulled Brian up to his knees facing the supine Ellie. Annie then knelt behind him and reached around to give him a handjob aiming his cock at the other woman’s tits. She would have liked for him to shoot all over Ellie’s face, but that might be a bit extreme for the lawyer.
Ellie knew what was coming, and though apprehensive, felt it was the lease she could do since he gave her such a spectacular climax. She even surprised herself by reaching up to massage his balls as Annie stroked him.
Annie kissed his neck and nibbled and his ear lobe. She smiled when she saw what Ellie was doing. Ellie returned a grin, but Annie shrugged as though she didn’t know why she couldn’t get Brian to come. Ellie then winked, raised her head, opened her mouth and sucked Brian’s balls—both of them—in. Even though taken aback, Annie stroked harder, and with the slurping sounds Ellie was making, Brian started moaning signaling he was close.
A minute later, Brian bathed Ellie’s chest in a shower of cream that looked as though five guys had come on her. Never had he shot such a massive load. He almost thought his balls would deflate.
As he lay back down, he actually shot a few more drops when he saw Annie bend over and lick some of his come off of Ellie’s nipples.
It was the last thing he remembered.
* * *
The sun shining in his face awoke Brian the next morning, though it peeked through the clouds for only a minute. Still it was enough to force him to open his eyes. When the sun disappeared, he literally felt as though he was in a cloud. In the back of his mind he was reliving a dream he’d had. Two women had sought refuge from the storm, the three were alone in the entire office, and they’d had several martinis and the kind of sex someone like him could only ever dream about.
However, it had seemed incredibly real; particularly since he was naked. But then he remembered having to go out in the rain . . . to help one of the women. No, it must have been something else that he could not remember. Still, he had a pasty taste in his mouth. And he still had his morning wood. Or was that just from recalling the erotic dream.
Seeing his clothes on the floor, Brian reached for and slipped on his briefs. He went to the bathroom to relieve himself, and on the way back, stopped in the kitchen. There was a pot of cold coffee—which he vaguely remembered making—that he put on the stove to heat. While waiting for it, he glanced around the kitchen and saw the empty Martini pitcher. Well, at lease he got that part right. Had he drank the entire pitcher? No wonder he felt so worn out, not to mention the sticky taste in his mouth. There was no glass, unless he’d brought it into his office.
The coffee was warm enough so he poured a cup and returned to his office in search of his Martini glass. He saw it on the corner of his desk. Picking it up to examine it, he saw lipstick on it. Quickly, he looked around. There were two more glasses on the end table.
“Hello?” Brian called out. But there was no response.
And then he saw the large envelope on his desk with his name in large letters. The penmanship was positively female. Without another thought, he ripped it open. His eyes widened at the two pairs of panties that fell out. One was black, the other a cream color. There was writing on the lighter colored pair.
He read it.
“Same time, same place, next hurricane.”
END