You'll enjoy this more if you read Chapters 1, 2, and 3 of "Kim, Lynn, and Me" first. If you like this, leave glowing public comments and votes of '5', please, and tell all your friends.
For new readers, the story so far: Lynn has come down from Anchorage to join Kim and me for a three-day weekend together. We'd never met Lynn in person, but we'd done things via the webcam and were all very close. Kim and Lynn hit it off fabulously when they met on Friday evening. Saturday, while in the middle of amazing sex with both of them, I proposed to Kim. In this chapter, it's Sunday and we're going to go shopping for several things, have an incredible dinner, and then Kim and Lynn… well, read on.
Readers of the rest of the series should be aware that there's a fair amount of build-up in this particular chapter. Hot and steamy action will be happening, I promise! It's just going to take a little while to get there. Enjoy the characters; the ride will be worth it.
I woke up alone in bed to a parade of smells. The window was open a little and there was the wet, rainy Seattle smell that I loved so much. Someone was taking a shower—Kim, judging by the strains of Gilbert and Sullivan—and a rich shampoo smell was floating down the hall. The smell of coffee greeted me and I smiled automatically. And underneath it all, there was the smell of hot sex from the night before. I reached up and scratched my beard and I could smell pussy on my hands and face. Ahhhh.
I stretched and rolled over. I knew that I should get up but it was all just too much work. I was tempted to take a nap and think about it a while longer. Face down in the pillows that smelled faintly of both Kim and Lynn, I was perfectly prepared to smother to death happily. Life was good.
As I lay there immobile, Lynn came into the bedroom. She must have showered earlier, as her hair was still a little damp. She was naked except for a beach towel wrapped around her ample waist, leaving her large breasts free. She had a large mug of coffee in her hand. In short, she looked like a goddess.
"Good morning, John," Lynn said. She set the coffee down on the nightstand near me and sat down on the bed. "Scoot over."
"Oh, you ask a lot of a man," I groaned, but I managed to roll over. Lynn lay down next to me and hugged me.
"At least Mr. Happy is glad to see me," she said, taking hold of my stiff cock and gently stroking me.
"All of me is glad to see you, sweetheart, but I'm moving very slowly. Trust me, though, my cells are jumping up and down in excitement. You just can't see it. But you look like a goddess. You come in here freshly showered, mostly nude, looking like I want to run my tongue over every square inch of you, and you even brought me coffee—" I lifted my head up slightly and peered at the cup "—with lots of cream." I picked up the cup and took a huge swallow and sighed. "You make wonderful coffee. This is a working definition of heaven for me."
"Actually, I could up the ante for you, if you like," Lynn said.
"I'm open to suggestions, even if my mind's a blank." Another sip and another sigh from me.
"Would you like me to rub your back?" she said.
"Oh, God!" I said. "I think I'm going to just melt into tears. Yes, please, honey."
"Roll over and I'll work on you."
"Just a minute, princess." I took one last swallow of coffee and set the cup down. Being so near to Lynn, a hot 'good-morning' kiss was also required. I squeezed her breast and she pulled my hand away.
"None of that right now," she said tartly. "We'll get all distracted and you'll never get a back rub."
"Well, all right, but just this once, you understand."
"Lie down!"
I adjusted myself face down on the bed with my arms out to the sides. Lynn removed her towel and straddled my hips. She leaned forward and slowly pushed forward with the heels of her hands on the small of my back all the way up my spine. I groaned. Lynn did this again a little farther out, hitting the muscles over my ribs this time. I groaned again.
"You like that, do you?" Lynn said. I groaned once more. "Having a tough time talking?"
"That feels so good that I've almost surrendered the will to live," I said. Lynn's fingers were digging into little hurty places between my spine and shoulder blades. I heard the shower stop. There was magic going on in my muscles and I must have drifted off for a few minutes, because the next thing I was aware of was Kim saying "Good morning, you two."
I propped myself up on one arm and peered over my shoulder and said "Good morning, beloved." Kim, like Lynn earlier, was wearing a colorful beach towel around her waist but her chest was bare. She still had a towel on her hair, but the effect was marvelous.
"You both look so deliciously tropical. Is this Native Bearer Day or something?" I asked.
"You won't find natives much barer than this," Kim said, leaning forward a little and cupping her breasts at us.
"I certainly hope that National Geographic shows up to record this for future generations," I said. Lynn's fingers found a particularly painful knot in my lower back. "Ow, that one's bad!"
"You love it, I know it," Lynn said. She changed her approach to rub the ends of the knot and I could feel it begin to relax.
"What are we going to do today?" Kim said, removing the towel from her head and drying her hair. There was silence for a moment while the ladies considered this. I was silent mostly because Lynn was now working the muscles right at the top of my rib cage and focusing on anything else seemed pointless.
"Well, I'm in the mood for shopping." Lynn said. "I only get to Seattle every few months and I love shopping when I'm here."
"What are you thinking of shopping for?" Kim said.
"I'm not quite sure. I think it's more of the pleasure of shopping. Clothes are always good, but there's nothing specific I need."
"I can think of something we need," I said. "I'd like to get a king-sized bed."
"Oh, that's an interesting idea," Kim said.
"I figure that we'll be able to sleep better in this particularly when it's all three of us. And it's a much bigger playground."
"You don't like the closeness when we sleep together?" Lynn said.
"I love the closeness, too," I said, "but I get way too hot if I'm buried under the covers for the most part."
"I noticed that," Lynn said. "Sometime in the middle of the night, you kicked off most of the covers on your side and I could feel a draft on my back."
"He always does that," Kim said. "It could be twenty degrees out and I'm sure that he'd have a leg out just to keep cool."
"Like a radiating fin," I agreed. "It's just a guy thing. We produce way too much heat and have to dump it somehow."
"Well, I'm not sure I mind all that much," Lynn said. "The cold made me curl up into Kim. Purely for warmth, you understand."
"No, I was quite pleased with the result, myself," Kim said with a smirk. I harrumphed.
"Then it's settled. We're looking at king-size beds today." I looked at the bed. "I'll have to move this one into the guest room, but that's okay, because I always needed a better bed there anyway."
"How about a trip to IKEA, then?" Kim said.
"Ooooh, I've never been to IKEA!" Lynn exclaimed. "Yes, please!"
"It makes for an excellent day of wandering around and there's always something totally unnecessary to buy even if you don't have something you actually want to buy," I said. "Half of my office is done up in IKEA accessories that I just didn't feel I could do without."
"And we can have the Swedish meatballs and lingonberries for lunch," Kim said.
"All good!" I said. "That's the first stop of the day."
"It's 8:30 now. Is shopping at IKEA going to take that long?" Lynn said.
"You always plan at least two to three hours for shopping there, just because there's so much fun stuff to look at," Kim said. "And if someone's never been there before, like you, you add an extra hour at least. And on top of that, we're actually going to be looking at beds, so we have something we have to shop for, and that can add time, too. It's always quite an adventure."
"Wow!"