Loading...The chirping of his pager interrupted the meeting for the third time that morning. Quickly squelching the offending instrument he murmured his apologies and returned to the presentation. As the focus turned back to the technical presentation, he carefully slide the pager from his belt.
One the nice things about these digital pagers is that you can send a message and don’t have to dial back to a blind phone number.
He had expected the same simple message that he had previously received: “Be ready at lunch” and they were all signed “B”. This message was simple and to the point “Monte Carlo, RM 2526, 1230” no signature was necessary. Checking the time stamp on the message, he knew that the sender must be in town, or very close. Making some mental calculations he knew that he would need to leave the office by no later than 12:00. The would be apologies to make and excuses to fain. This was an important client but his role was largely technical and his presence wouldn’t actually be required until after 2:00. More calculations. The more he thought about it, the more inclined he was to just ignore the message and go about his business. But on the other hand….he smiled as he checked the previous messages…he felt a familiar rush in his groin. This wasn’t the first time that he had been a party to the games of “B” but this might be the best.
“B” was actually “BEFun4ME”, but through the course of time had simply become “B”. “B” was a night owl and inhabited chat rooms in the wee hours of the morning. Not being able to sleep he started exploring the chat rooms and ended up talking to “B”. Sometimes he regretted giving “B” his pager number, but always he responded.
The meeting seemed to drone on and on with no real progress. A quick glance at the clock, 11:50. Angela, the divisional manager was leaving the room. She smiled and winked as she went by. “Suffer” she mouthed. The woman had guts. No sweat he thought, schedule is still good. Blah, blah, blah, the speaker was going over the same material, again. Check the watch: 11:55. He was beginning to feel a little nervous. His leg was making sewing-machine motions. Changing position in his chair, he glanced a look at the Operations Managers’ watch” 11:57. The sensation in his groin was changing from a tingling to a hardening. Shifting again his seat, he tried to make accommodation with out appearing too obvious. Despite his best effort he was beginning feel the pressure. A quick sideways glance. Sheila from the contracts department was aware of his increasing discomfort and he hope that she didn’t notice the tent in his pants. Oh, geeze, 12:03. A single word popped into his head: Vespers!
Strangely his mind was drawn back in time to when he was a kid knowing that the older girls would be soon headed to the showers. Regular as clockwork he would suffer the same feeling as the Father droned on, knowing that he and Ritchie Malosky would soon sneak into the plumbing closet and peer in to the girls shower room hoping almost beyond hope for that glimpse of female flesh. He would even pray, promising God that he stop, if he just could get a little peek of “it”. Butts and boobs were good but oh how he longed for a glimpse of more; of “it”. Especially Mary Catherine’. He and Ritchie would take turns peering through the cracks around the water pipes. Watching as the girls, in enter, shower, wash hair and preen. Listening to the giggles and gossip. It had become a ritual for he and Ritchie. A quick thrill. Forbidden fruit. It was THE secret. Understood and shared but never spoken. They both would sneak in and out of the closet with out saying a word. Back to their respective rooms, walking as quickly and inconspicuously as possible considering their aroused state. Usually the shower show was short lived, seeing little more than than a quick glance of a breast or two. When they were fortunate enough to get a little more of a show they allowed for touching themselves. Neither ashamed nor proud of their respective states, it was simply a fact of life. There didn’t seem to be anything odd or gay about masturbating in the presence of each other, neither was watching the other, much more interested in the flesh beyond the wall but acutely aware of the purpose for being there. .
The movement of someone in the room snapped him back reality. Finally, the meeting ended. 12:09. Oh…God…he was behind schedule. As he turned to leave, he collided with Sheila…ummmm Barnes? Not a serious collision, but enough that he was sure that she felt the bulge. Excuse me. Sheila? From accounting, right? Lunch? No, he had some business to take care of. Next week? Sure. He would love to.
Heart pounding, he left the building and drove quickly from the parking lot, headed south on I-15 heading straight into Vegas. It was hot as hell. Most people complained about the extreme summer time temperatures but he embraced it…it was a challenge for him. Exiting at Flamingo, he turned south on Vegas Blvd. Traffic was snarled along the strip. Between the overheated cars and the gawking tourists it was a wonder than anything ever moved here in the summer. He was really feeling impatient, nearly frantic as he waited for the light to cycle. This wasn’t the first time that “B” had summoned him via the pager or his e-mail. The messages would come in varied intervals. Several in a day to once a month. It had become an obsession with him to figure out who the person was. The first time the message was to meet at a bar on the strip. He showed and waited for about 20 minutes before leaving. The next message was “Sorry, had to check you out. Nice butt! B”. He was once directed to an address on the strip an adult theater and arcade. He sat in the dark, waiting and watching for the better part of an hour. Guys alone and with girl friends. A page. “Enjoying the show? B” another “Wait! Still another “Don’t touch yourself” finally “It was good for me! Was it for you?” He knew that it was a silly obsession but sometimes it was as though “B” was watching him. The pages came from different area codes. Sometimes Dallas, sometimes California. Strange, even though they came from far away, their timing was uncanny.
Finally, the parking lot of the Monte Carlo. As he hurried to the elevator in the lobby his pager chirped. He pulled it from his belt. Trembling he read. “You are running late. Knock twice and then count to ten” Tenth floor….passengers on and passengers off. His heart was pounding. Was it a trap? A planned robbery? Who was “B”? The possibility that they were a psychotic killer had crossed his mind. But still…..he had to know. 19th floor. His palms were sweating. 23rd floor. Crunched foot by a lady with a walker. Finally, the 25th floor. Stepping into the hall he took a deep breath and collected his bearings. The room was a corner room. A suite if he remembered correctly. Two knocks. Start counting “one, two, three,…..a click as the door opened….four…five…six…seven…eight…nine…..deep breath…ten.
He opened the door to find a note. “Enter and Close”. Except for the light in the entry way the room appeared dark. Stepping in he clicked the door closed behind him. A tentative step forward. “Hello”. A click. A little more light A mechanical voice spoke “Come in and stand beside the chair”. As his eyes grew accustom to the dark he looked around. It was definitely one of the larger rooms that the Monte Carlo offered; a suite of at least three rooms. The lighting in the room was so subdued that locating the chair took a few seconds. The chair was sitting more or less centered in the room, facing more or less inward into the other part of the suite. Beside the chair he could identify an end table with what appeared to be a reading lamp. Carefully he moved toward the chair and assumed the requested station. “Sit, please” the voice intoned. The chair was soft velour, swivelled and reclined. Carefully he sat and faced what he thought was the general direction of the voice. The room was quiet except for the sound of the air conditioning. There was the faint odor of an expensive perfume that he couldn’t identify and another scent, musky a little masculine. His heart was pounding. Still unsure what he should do next he cleared his throat, waiting for a response. The was none. Between the cyclic hum of the air conditioner, he could thought he could that hear breathing. Maybe the rustling of clothing. He just wasn’t sure. Another minute, or was it two? The scent of the perfume was a little stronger. The nervousness was becoming profound. He squelched the sudden urge to bolt out the door, but his unease was apparent. “Relax”, said the voice. “I am really glad that you are here. I’ll be with you in a minute.” The voice was husky but definitely female. “Make yourself comfortable”. Easier said than done, he thought. Another period of silence. “Turn your chair about 90 degrees to the left” Tentatively he turned. “A little more, please” Another 15 degrees of so. His legs bumped into something. Firm. Furniture? A foot stool. “Put your feet up, make yourself comfortable. There is a cold beer on the table. I hope that you like Tecate”. Tentatively he reached for the beer and then put his feet on the stool. The beer was cold and wet. He hesitated but began to think about how dry his mouth was and how good a cold beer would taste. He started to turn his head to the sound of the voice. “Eyes forward” she said. “Maybe you need something to occupy your mind for a few minutes. Just to relax you and get you in the right frame of mind”. Click. He jumped as the darkness in front of him disappeared and the screen of a television set came to life. He wasn’t really suprised to find a pornographic image on the televison. A blonde woman was performing oral sex on a man. Her back was to camera and a thin strip of black material separated the smooth globes of her ass. The camera angle changed to a close up of the woman’s face as the she licked and sucked his erection. Shiny and wet, the mans cock disappeared and then reappeared from the blondes mouth. She was alternating between squeezing his balls and rubbing her hand on his cock. Another camera angle. The face of the man was contorted with pleasure. Another camera angle change. This time right behind the blonde. Up close and personal, so to speak. Engorged lips of the woman’s sex peaked from around the line of fabric. Her other hand rubbing, finger pressed in to the cleft. “Ummmm” the voice said from behind him the room said “You like this don’t you?” He nodded. “I’am sorry I didn’t hear you.” This time he responded with a definite “Yes”.
“Me too” said the voice. “I love sucking cock. Sucking a big hard cock like yours. Rubbing your balls. Teasing the tip with my tounge”
Although he was getting a little aroused from watching the movie, the sound of her voice caused his cock to harden completely. He started to turn toward the voice.
“No!” she commanded. “Eyes forward. Keep watching. You might learn something” Several more minutes of the images filling the screen. The blonde had moved astride the mans face. With one hand she pulled aside the fabric of her panties; with the other she guided his head to between her legs. The view from behind the woman was fabulous. Her legs were spread and back was arched just enough to provide rounding of her butt. As he applied his tongue to her, his hand stroked his hard cock. Still wet from her licking, his and moved up and down in the same rhythm that he licked her lips. Occasionally running his hand over the head he continued stroke and fondle his cock. As the camera panned down a little further, he noticed that the man in movie had on a cock ring. It was obscured by his pubic hair and the base of the mans hand, but definitely there. “He has a very nice cock, don’t you think?” The voice was a little more excited. He nodded and breathed “Yes. Very nice”.
“I want to see your cock” she said. “Open your pants”
He hesitated. This was the beginning of what he really wanted. Wasn’t it? Setting his beer aside, he was tempted to turn and face her. But what then? He wanted to play this out. As if she could read his mind. “If you don’t, we can end this right now and we both can go away”.
As he mulled it over in his mind, he watched as the blonde on the screen spread her legs and positioned herself over the mans cock. The camera view showed both the man and the woman focused on what was soon to be the junction of their bodies. As she took his cock in her hand, she sank down to where the head of his cock was right at the opening to her pussy.
“This is the best part” cooed B. “This turns me on so much. I’ll bet you are turned on too. Show me.”
He undid his pants, opened them…..his underware were tented over his hard cock.
“Yes, that’s it. Show me it all”
Sliding the elastic waistband down over his cock and to beneath his balls. His cock sprang forth. Right now he was as hard as he had been in along time.
“Oh, yes……such a nice cock. You didn’t lie in our chats, did you? Stroke it. Easy, long slow strokes” She breathed. “Imagine that you are that guy on the screen. That tight wet pussy sliding up and down the length” Her voice was slow and easy. He closed his hand around his cock and began sliding his hand up and down the length. A little drop of moisture formed at the head. Several minutes of silence as he sat watching the couple screw on screen. He could hear movement behind him as she apparently repositioned herself on the the bed. “Oh, I am so hot. This is making me so horny and soooo very wet. Don’t you wish you were screwing that woman? Look at the way her lips are gripping his cock.” His hand going up and down his cock as she talked to him. Her breathing was a little faster as she parceled out her words. “This is really turning you on” Isn’t it? I love watching you stroke your cock while you watch. Make it wet. Make it wet and shiny. Like the one on the screen”.
He licked his hand then returned to stroking. “Hmmmm baby. I have wanted to watch you do this for a long time”.
Then, suddenly B said “Stop!” Emphatically. “You are getting a little to close. Open the drawer in the table.
A little groping and he was able to open the drawer. Inside he felt a small bottle, a few plastic cylinders and some other things he couldn’t quite identify.
“Take out the bottle. It is lotion. It will make you nice a slick and shiny. Take your pants off and then put it all over your cock. But no peeking”
Quickly he removed his pants and shirt, leaving him standing naked before the television. The blonde was in the throes of orgasmic bliss as she rode the cock of the man. “Ohhhh god…he is going to come” B said. As if on cue, the mans cock slipped from the womans pussy and shot a load of milky white cum on her legs and butt. An audible moan from B. “Ohhh yes, I love that” she said “I love watching a man come.” Returning to a seated position he reached for the bottle of lotion. “One thing first” B said “reach in the drawer and find the cock ring. Find it” He groped in drawer until he found a soft round ring, made of leather with a clasp and a second, smaller loop. “Put in on” said B “Nice and tight. I want to make this last for ever”. He wanted to make it last as long as possible too but was a little leery. As if she could read his mind B said soothingly “Don’t worry the other loop makes it easy to take off.” Then added “when the time is right”. Once he had the cock ring around the base of his cock, he dribbled some of the lotion over the length of his hard cock.
Having never tried a ring, he wasn’t sure what to expect. At first it was a new and interesting sensation but as he spread the lotion over his cock he noticed that it was a little harder than before.
“How does it feel?” Asked B. “Do you like the way it makes your cock feel harder? Spread some lotion on your balls and make them all slick and shiny”
More lotion. As his hands cupped his balls he could feel their fullness just waiting to be released. He felt a little strange about about the situation. It wasn’t like he had never masturbated in front of any one before, but he had never done it FOR anyone. What did she want to see? Just what he usually did? Something special? He had often imagined that he was being watched. But that was always imaginary, he knew that no one was there. With one hand on his balls the other stroking his cock, he turned his attention back to the screen. The screen had changed to a scene with two women in a locker room. Thong panties on one and gym shorts on the other. A blonde and a brunette. The brunette was a little plump but had an awesome set of boobs. Over the sounds of the air conditioner and movie sound track he strained for a clue as to what B was doing. A rustling sound. Silence. A faint click and a quiet thump. More rustling. Mattress squeaks? Silence. He strained his ears but there was just too much noise in the room. His cock was beginning to throb.
“Mmmmm. I think that we are going get a some girl-girl action. What do you think?” There definitely was a smile in her voice.
The blonde was now leaning against the vanity with the brunette grinding her hips against her ass. The brunette was tweaking the blondes nipples as she talked dirty to her. A few quick slaps on the blondes thong covered ass and she spread her legs. The brunette hung on to the blondes hips as she made thrusting motions. More slaps and fingers beneath the fabric. Not at all gentle, the brunette grabbed the blondes hair forcing her to look at herself in the mirror. Fingers pumping in and out. Reaching for a bottle of lotion, the brunette squeezed some on the blondes ass. The blonde grimaced as she felt a finger slide into her ass.
“I am getting so turned on I can hardly stand it” breathed B.
His cock was really throbbing now….he stroked himself faster and with a firmer grip. “Easy! Slow down a little. Turn your chair just a little toward me but don’t take your eyes off the screen. I want to see a little more”
He did as he was asked. He turned the chair maybe a quarter of the way toward her. “Put your left foot up on the foot stool. Hmmmm! Such a nice hard cock. How does the cock ring feel?”
He hesitated before answering “It makes it very hard. And throbbing”. In fact, he had never been this hard before; not in recent memory anyway. Not painful, but he could imagine it getting that way. He hope that he knew that.
“Good! I want you to stay hard for a long time. Add some more of the lotion to your balls. Feel the way that it drools down between your legs on to your ass. Spread your legs and rub your asshole for me. Get it good lubricated. Good boy!”
He knew what was coming next. He did this sometimes when he masturbated. She knew that, he had told her so. He knew how good it would feel. His middle finger was making circles around the rim. The lotion making it slick. His other hand was slowly moving up and down his cock. Imagining a wet, very tight pussy replacing his hand. He was visualizing his cock sliding in watching the lips part, then cling to his shaft. He was having a hard time pacing himself. He watched the images on the screen. The blonde now had a knee on the vanity, the brunette was kneeling behind her. Two fingers in her pussy and teasing the blondes ass with a small vibrator. He pressed his middle finger against the ring. Teasing himself. Anticipating.
B was breathing audibly. The sounds told him that she was moving. “Go ahead, slide a finger in your ass. Let me see you fuck yourself.” He enjoyed the sensation as he slid his middle finger in; just to the second knuckle. He felt his asshole contract then relax as it accommodated his finger. Slowly he moved the digit in and out. A little deeper and a little faster. His other hand keeping pace. “Stop stroking your cock. Move your balls out of the way” Her words came slowly and methodically. This woman knew what she wanted. He never imagined even discussing this let alone doing this for anyone. Pulling his balls up, he slide his finger in as deep as he could. At the same time, the vibrator was disappearing into the blondes ass. He crocked his finger and wiggled it around. Stretching the tight ring. He felt so good, so full. His knuckle rubbed his prostrate. Ohhhh that felt so good. Again and again. This was taking him so close. He wondered if he could cum without touching his cock again.
“Ohhhh yesssssssss” moaned B. “Fuck your tight ass. Deep and hard!. Use two fingers. Put another finger in”. He had never tried two before, but was game for anything at this point. Slowly he added his ring finger. This was going to be tight. Initally he was afraid that it was too much, but as he relaxed, his asshole opened to allow both fingers. He felt so full. If he hooked his finger, he could touch that spot that he knew would send him over the edge. “What does it feel like? Feels tight. And you feel so full. Now you know what it feels like when I get fucked in the ass! It feels so good.” Her voice had a rhythmic lilt. The brunette now had the blonde in a 69 position with her on top. Fingers and vibrator sliding in and out while the blonde tended to the brunette bush before her.
“Turn over” commanded B. “Grab the chair and bend at the waist. I want to see your fingers going in and out” It was a little awkward standing with his fingers still in his ass, but he managed to get positioned. “Spread your legs”. His cock was throbbing. He needed to cum in the worst sort of way now. But apparently B wasn’t quite ready for that. He rested his face on the chair back and continued sliding his fingers in and out. He could get the whole length of his two fingers in. A third traced the stretched rim. He shuddered. This was better than he ever imagined. So lewd. So exposed. His view of the screen was obstructed but he was sure that the blonde was coming based on her expression and faint crys. “Ohhhh god, baby” moaned B “I want to see you come. Take your fingers out of your ass and sit back down”
Once he was repositioned in the chair he waited, listening to her approaching orgasm. “Listen to me. I want you to turn and face me.” At last. He turned, the light was still dim, but as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he could see a woman, her back to a dim glow from an adjacent room and her front illuminated from the glow of the television. She appeared to be on her knees. As his vision became clearer he was suddenly taken with the fact that she was astride a man!
The shock on his face caused her to laugh out loud “Suprised?” she laughed. “Meet Nick”. He was speechless. “You see” she said “This is something that I have always wanted, and Nick agreed to help me.” She was moving slowly back and forth. She was facing Nicks feet. Legs open. Even in the faint light of the room he could see the shiny shaft of Nicks cock in her pussy.
“Please, don’t leave” she said. “I was hoping that this will turn you on as much as it is me. Come on, sit down and enjoy the show. I want to be watched. I want you to watch me while I fuck Nick”.
Although he couldn’t see much of Nick, he guessed that he was early thirties and fit. His cock, although not huge, was definitely hard.
“Won’t you stay and watch…maybe help me with this fantasy?” As she spoke her hand moved to between her legs where she rubbed herself and then Nicks balls. She cupped her hand over his balls and squeezed. Squeezed hard enough to elicit an uncomfortable moan from Nick. “You see, Nick likes it a little rough. He is blindfolded so he can’t see you” she laughed. “And he can’t be jealous of your cock. See, he even has a cock ring like yours”.
“Yes, mistress” answered Nick “I am very close and I want to cum”
“Silence!” B commanded. “I’ll tell you when you can come. I want both of you to cum together”
“Do you like watching Nicks cock go in and out of my pussy?” she asked as he stroked his cock in front of her. “He isn’t big, but he is very hard”
He was little shocked by this change in events. He sat in the chair, cock still in his hand as she moved up and on Nicks shaft. Based on the tempo, it was clear that B was getting close. He was both taken aback and fascinated by the display. He had witnessed his roommate in college screwing a girl, but then all he could see was his roommates butt going up and down. This was so much more real. He would imagine that he was invisible and could watch no matter what they did. Maybe that was the appeal of the movies. But this was real. No cheesy sound track. Nothing faked. Just a man and a woman. Fucking themselves silly and him watching.
“So, are you going to play with us? Asked B. Maybe you need a little encouragement.” Reaching beside Nick, she produced what appeared to be a remote control. ” We need a little more light” she said, point the little box at the lamp.
She was wearing a loose fitting vest of some sort, her breasts although not large were ample and well rounded. She was in her mid to late thirties, with short hair. Her pubic hair was narrow and well trimmed. In the light of the room, he could now see that her nipples were dark In for a penny, in for a pound he though as he nodded his agreement. “Good” she said “stroke your cock. Nick is getting close to coming, or should I say ‘closer’. He has been like the for a long time”
B opened the vest allowing him to view her breasts which moved in nice rhythmic motion as she rode his cock.. She ran the flats of her hands over the hard nipples. Then tweaked each one in turn. His hand methodically moved up and down the length of his cock. He knew that he wanted to cum but at the same time he wanted to prolong the enjoyment. Their eyes were locked on each other, her riding up and down on Nicks cock fingers rubbing her clit. Nick was breathing hard trying to thrust deep inside of her. B leaned back removing any shadows. Her pussy spread before him, pink and shiny. The lips gripping Nicks shaft. Fingers spreading the lips, he could see her clit prominently displayed.
“You like what you see, don’t you?” she asked.
“Ohhh yes” he breathed. “That looks so good”. She held out her fingers.
“I’ll bet that you would like the taste of my pussy. Come have a taste”
He leaned forward. Hand still stroking he moved to the edge of the chair. Still a little out of reach, he moved toward the bed. Smiling, she rubbed the wetness on her nipples. “Come. Taste” she said. Standing at the edge of the bed between Nicks legs he sucked each nipple, in turn into his mouth. Savoring the salty, tangy taste, he sucked harder which brought a moan from her lips. “Ohhh yes. That is good”. Her hand held the back of his head, pulling his face tight against her chest. “Suck them”. He ran his tongue around the edge of her nipples then sucked hard. She pushed him to a kneeling position before her as he continued to suck. She was still moving atop Nick. He pushed back a little to watch as Nick struggled not to cum. She was supporting some of her weight on his shoulders as she watched him stroke his cock. Then pressure increased as she commanded him “Now, put your tongue on my pussy”. At that momment, it was as if he had no will of his own. He kissed down her stomach. Light kisses and licks around her pubic hair. She was guiding his head now. Supporting herself with one arm behind her and pulling him into her crotch.
His tongue flicked her clit. He was at first very careful not to touch Nicks cock. But with her pressing him in tighter and her grinding down it was impossible. His tongue licked the underside of Nicks cock. The sensation was exactly as he would have expected. What surprised him was Nicks immediate reaction and very loud groan of pleasure. B was enjoying it too because she too began to moan. The reaction caused him to try again, this time a little more forcefully. Long licks from the base of Nicks cock as it slid past, up over B’s clit and back. Again……and again….”Ohhh god…yes ” screamed B….”I am going to cum! Fuck me! Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiick” He could feel her body convulse as the initial surge of her orgasm hit. Her pounding up and down made it very hard to keep his mouth on her pussy and on his cock. The licking now included almost anything he could reach. Nicks balls, her thighs. As the waves of orgasm rolled through her body she clenched his head tightly. “Oh God! Oh God Oh God” was all she could say. Nick continued to thrash about on the bed pleading for release. Nicks cock slipped from her pussy and was now right before him…his tongue touching the tip, tasting B. Suddenly he wanted to give Nick the release that he sought even more than his own release. Still supporting B, he brought his other hand up and wrapped it around Nicks cock and started stroking and tounging. He made eye contact with B who smiled and moved out of the way. Her head resting on Nicks thigh, she took the head of Nicks cock in her mouth while he continued to stroke the shaft. “Let me help you” she said. For several seconds the two of them alternated sucking and stroking Nicks cock. Amazingly, he wasn’t that troubled by the thought of another mans cock in his mouth. They always said that women are the best pussy eaters because they know exactly what a pussy needs. Nick moaned very loudly as he felt his cock being sucked by another man. “Ohhh please” he moaned. B took control of his cock. Removing the cock ring from Nick, she instructed him to do the same thing. “Stand up” she said “It is time for both of you to come and I want you to to it together” he stood, his cock just inches from her face and from Nicks cock and balls. The removal of the cock ring caused the stirring in his balls to become a rumble. “Ohhhh god…I am going to cum” he said as B continued to suck at Nicks cock. As he stroked his cock, he reached down and rubbed Nicks balls….”Ohhhh god, I am going to come” moaned Nick.
“Come for me, both of you” Commanded B. A stream of hot white cum shot from Nicks cock as B stroked. As the cum was hitting her face and his balls, he erupted. Shooting cum all over B and Nick he screamed in pleasure. This was all so intense and so unreal. It was like fireworks. Nothing he had ever experienced had been this good. He felt very weak in the knees and braced himself against the bed. Watching in awe as B rubbed the combination of the two mens semen on her face and chest.
For several long seconds, there wasn’t a sound in the room. B offered her breasts, in turn to both he and Nick. Time must have stood still, because the next thing he remembered he was seated on the bed beside alone as B lead Nick, still blindfolded into the next room, the lights dimmed. B returned. Standing astride him, she caressed his face. “Thank you”. He felt the smooth silk and dampness of a pair of panties wiping the cum off his face. A odor he couldn’t quite identify filled his nostrils; sweet, chemical….he started to get woosy…..what was it….
He awoke a bit confused but none the worse for wear. Checking his watch he realized that he must have been unconscious about 10 or 15 minutes. His clothes neatly folded at the foot of the bed. Sitting, he looked around the room. It was empty, no sign that anyone other than he was there. Almost dream like he reviewed the events it was almost a dream, but the matted hair on his chest said otherwise. He began to feel that all too familiar sensation in his groin. Laying back on the bed he started stroking himself; reliving the moment.
His thoughts were interrupted by the chirping of the pager. Scrambling, he located the little box. “Thanks, that was awesome! Nicks says so too! I’ll bet you are hard again thinking about it. Enjoy but don’t wear yourself out. Next time your fantasy” signed, as always, “B”. He noticed a P.S. “I love you! Don’t forget to pick up the kids”.