I apologize for taking so long to post another story, but this one took me a while. It's just a fantasy, but one I have been thinking about for a while. I hope you all enjoy it, and I would welcome your feedback on it!
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Part 1
"Are ya ready?" I asked Chris on the phone.
"Yep, let's go!" he replied.
"I will be right over."
I left my apartment, walked to Chris' door, and just went right in. He was wearing a boxer-type bathing suit.
"Take that thing off," I said, pointing to it.
"Leslie, I have to wear something," he replied.
"Yes, I know. Take it off."
As Chris pulled down the trunks, he eyed my body. I was wearing my black one-piece suit, with black heels. He loves that outfit, and his cock was already rising. I reached into my bag, and pulled out a man's bikini suit, with the lining cut out. It was yellow with black vertical stripes. Chris gave me a quizzical look.
"Just put it on, sexy," I teased.
He pulled it up his legs, and laid his hardening cock inside, to the left. The vertical stripes made the bulge oh-so-visible.
"Much better," I told him. We went up the stairs to the car, and off we went to Verna's house.
Chris and I had been neighbors at our apartment complex for about six months. We became good friends, at first, and then I told him all about my love for pornography. He admitted the same to me. It became a habit to swap erotic movies, and then we began to masturbate together while watching them. Nudity became the normal routine for us, and we agreed on an "open-door" policy for our apartments. In essence, we shared each other's apartments. It wasn't long after that we became sexual "partners", with no emotional ties. It satisfied both of our sexual lust. He was twenty-seven, short brown hair, slim body, and sported a nice six-inch cock.
Verna was a widow who lived on the opposite side of town. She had an immense spread, complete with swimming pool, tennis courts, her own maid, the works. Verna was 45 years old. She sported a short pixie haircut, which was striking with her jet-black hair. I had met her at the hair salon the day I had Brandy shave my head. It took us all of one night out to become intense lovers. At 5'3", and around 130 pounds, she had become addicted to working out, which made for a tight, compact body. Her 36DD breasts seemed to stand straight out, which had always amazed me. Her buns were tight and pronounced, and they were the objects of desire for many men and women.
The valet received my car, and as we approached the front door, it swung open. Verna's maid, Julia, greeted us. She wore the perfect French-maid attire, and I have always had the hots for her.
Julia escorted us to the pool area, where I saw Verna and a stranger sitting by the pool. Both women were dressed in matching white thong bikinis. I swear I could hear Chris take a huge gulp.
As Verna saw us approach, she gracefully rose from her lounge chair and moved to us, greeting me with a huge hug and a deep kiss. I could feel Chris' eyes on us as we kissed. I then introduced Verna to Chris as she held me, and she looked him up and down, sizing him up. She stared at his thick cock, barely hidden behind his bikini, and smiled.
This all started two nights before as Verna and I had gone out for our weekly Thursday night dinner. She had confessed to me her desire for a man, and wanted to know if I could bring someone along when I visited her on Saturday. I knew the perfect guy. That night, as I stood before her in my black garter, seamed stockings and heels, sporting a life-like strap-on, I was amazed to see my up-to-now lesbian-lover suck that fake cock with complete and wild abandon. It was plainly obvious to me that she needed a real man, and soon.
"Well, drinks anyone?" Verna asked.
"Vodka and cranberry for me, sweets," I replied.
"Just a coke for me," Chris said.
I didn't even notice Julia standing off to the side. Verna told her to bring the drinks, and then motioned for us to follow her to the pool, where I noticed a beautiful black woman relaxing in another lounge chair. Her body was very long, her hair cut short to her scalp, and her bikini top barely covered her plump breasts.
"Katrina, this is Leslie and Chris," Verna said as she introduced us.
Katrina, I thought. What a lovely name it was. She dipped her sunglasses to look at us, and greeted us with a bright "Hello".
"Chris, how about grabbing a couple of more lounge chairs for us, okay?" Verna asked.
"Sure, no problem," he replied.
Chris laid next to Verna, and I removed my sarong, sitting next to Katrina. Just then Julia arrived with our drinks, and we all relaxed, pleasantly making small talk. After a while, I stood up and moved behind Chris, massaging his shoulders.
"So Verna, what do you think of my neighbor?" I asked.
Verna turned, and sat on the edge of her lounge chair. She looked up at me and grinned approvingly.
"Very nice, Leslie. I love this little bikini he is wearing. It definitely doesn't hide much!" Verna exclaimed.
Katrina stood, and moved behind me. I could feel her body next to mine, her thighs touching my thighs.