I turned on The Weather Channel the other day to see Jacqui Jeras in a black dress with a pink trimmed black belt. It was a few inches above the knee, giving a nice view of some of her long thighs, they being accentuated by the 3" heels she was wearing. I could watch Jacqui all afternoon-and sometimes do. Her usual partner is Chris Warren, but as I watched, I thought, it would be nice if there was a girl-girl team on. I was rewarded a couple of minutes later, when Jacqui handed off to Jennifer Lopez.
Jennifer was wearing a black dress, cut low with a frilly pattern accentuating the deep V of the dress, a style she does not wear often. There was just a hint of cleavage, really unusual for her. "Oh, Jen," I thought. "You look good enough to eat today." I spent a good deal of that rainy afternoon watching Jacqui and Jennifer go through their paces, enjoying the sight of two really attractive women gracing my TV. It was enough to start my imagination spinning with the possibilities of having these two lovely ladies in my bed.
The reality was, I had been with each on several occasions, though not together. For several years, I coordinated guest speakers for a college elsewhere in the south. We had an earth science school with a meteorology program, at which guest speakers from the The Weather Channel were a regular feature. Jacqui and Jennifer had both been part of the program. While Jen was not one to take part in the fun and frolic that some of her colleagues did, Jacqui and I developed a close relationship rather quickly, one that carried over when I moved to the Atlanta area some years later. Jennifer and I didn't get together til after I moved to Atlanta, an occasion about a year ago that found us in a hotel room in Knoxville, Jen in search of some consolation and companionship. Since then, we'd see each other a couple of times a month, when our schedules allowed.
A chance encounter about a week after Jacqui and Jen were on together changed the situation dramatically. I was in Publix, going to grab some ice cream, when I turned into the frozen aisle to see Jacqui midway down, perusing the selections, not paying attention to who was walking past. This was deja vu all over again. We'd met in the exact same situation last year, one that ended with Jacqui going home with her pussy soaked after a fast ride in the back of her Tahoe.
I walked up behind her, as I had the last time. She was wearing a light blue short sleeve dress that zipped down the front to about waist level, and my favorite pendant, a gold stylized sun on a gold chain. The chain was long, and she clipped it at about 3/4 of its length, allowing the sun to hang down between her breasts, drawing the eye to them. I put my hand on her ass, leaning close to her.
"If I guess if you're wearing panties, and I guess right, do I get a Jacqui quickie??" I whispered in her ear.
She laughed, as she always did when I asked her this. "You know the answer to that," she said, turning to me, giving me a quick kiss. I noticed she had pulled down the zipper on the front of her dress so it was now about mid breast; it had been a lot higher when she was on the air earlier that afternoon. The sun pendant was hanging between her tits, just at the top of her cleavage, drawing attention to the fact that she was not wearing a bra under her dress. No bra, no panties, long, bare legs in heels-on national TV. Jacqui drives me crazy. When I see her, that's all I can think about, her furry blonde muff hiding from the world behind only some thin fabric.
"Actually, I have to take a rain check on the quickie. I'm on my way over to Jennifer Lopez' house. She's going through some stuff, and has a birthday coming up. She's making dinner, I was going to bring her some wine and dessert."
"Oh," I said, wondering if I could wangle my way into that party. "Still having hubby trouble??"
"You know??" asked Jacqui.
"Yeah. It's been going on for a while." Jacqui looked at me, not quite knowing what to make of my comment. "We talk," I said, looking into her blue eyes. "Sometimes we do more than talk," I said, gently patting Jacqui's arm.
"Ohhhh, so you're the one!!" said Jacqui. Apparently, Jen talked, too. Our little secret was out, at least to Jacqui.
"I'm the one??" I played coy.
"Who's been, um," Jacqui blushed. "Banging her."
"Yeah, that would be me."
Jacqui thought a moment. "Maybe you could come over. Jen's making dinner. I'm sure she won't mind another guest, especially if it's you."
"I'd be delighted. Might want to check with her, though."
"Let me make a call," said Jacqui, reaching for her phone. She made a quick call to Jennifer, who seemed excited about the idea, judging by how she sounded through Jacqui's phone.
"We're on," said Jacqui. "She'd love for you to come over tonight."
Good deal. Having these two ladies was going to be fun. Jacqui got her groceries, and I mine, also picking up a bottle of wine and a mini cheesecake to take over to Jen's. I met Jacqui there, and we had a nice dinner, enjoying each other's company. We had my wine with dinner, and now we broke out the bottle Jacqui brought, along with the cheesecake, which we stuck some candles in. Jacqui and I sang to Jen, which she thought was funny, if sweet. We sat and enjoyed our wine and cake, Jennifer thanking us for remembering her birthday.
"Well, we're here to help you celebrate!!" said Jacqui. I noticed her zipper had dropped a couple more inches, and now I had a good view of her left breast as I sat to her right.
"I hope so," Jen said, laughing. "I need a distraction," she said, looking at me.
"I can distract you," I said, returning her gaze.
"Yeah, you're a pretty good distraction," Jacqui chimed in, kissing my cheek. Jen laughed.
Jennifer, who had been off that day, was wearing an almost knee length denim skirt with a pink peasant top. She looked wonderfully cute. She's not one to show off much, but tonight the way her top was sliding off her shoulders, and the way she was bouncing underneath made it obvious she was delightfully braless under it. I'd enjoyed watching her tits shake and sway as she moved about while serving us. Now I was looking forward to getting at what was in that top.
Jacqui looked over at me. "What do you think, Tom, should we distract Jen??"
I smiled. "I think we should. Let's grab our glasses, then we'll grab Jen."
Jennifer laughed. Jacqui and I picked up our wine, then went around the table, each of us taking Jen by the hand. I knew the layout of the house, and led us back to the master.
Once in the bedroom, I took Jen and kissed her softly, reaching up to hold her left breast through her top, feeling her softness under the fabric, then the hardness of her nipple as I gently played with it. Jacqui just stared as Jen and I made out. "I think Jacqui's feeling a little left out," said Jen, breaking our kiss.
"Not to worry," I said, releasing my hold on Jen's boob, and reaching for Jacqui.
"Don't worry about me," said Jacqui. "We're here for you, Jen."
Jennifer smiled. "Thanks. You two are the best friends a lonely gal could have." She smiled. "But it's a lot more fun if we all play. And I don't mind watching." She gave us a wicked smile.
Jacqui and I looked at each other and shrugged. We moved toward each other, and I kissed her, reaching easily into the top of her dress, taking her left tit in my hand, cupping it, gently squeezing the nipple, making her sigh. I kissed her again, and released my hold on her boob. I turned to Jen, kissing her, reaching down to grab the hem of her top, which I pulled up and over her head. She smiled as I tossed it on the end of the bed, her tits now swinging free. I kissed her again, now playing with her right tit, enjoying the feel of her bare skin in my hand. I broke from our kiss, and stepped back, looking at the girls, Jen now in just a denim mini, Jacqui still in her dress, though the zipper was now all the way down, giving me a clear view of her left tit as she faced Jen.
"I think you're next," Jen said to me. I pulled my shirt off, making Jen smile. "I love your chest," she said, stepping to me, kissing me, and running her hands through the thick hair that covered me from the neck down. Jen moved back and looked at Jacqui, who was eyeing my chest with as much enthusiasm as Jen. "Don't you love a hairy chest, Jacqui??"
"Oh, yeah," said Jacqui, reaching toward me, joining Jen in rubbing her hands all over me. The girls slowly ran their fingers down my chest and over my belly, looking me in the eye as they dipped into the top of my shorts, finding the really thick hair above my cock. They looked at each other. "Oh, yeah," they said in unison as they felt my stiffness poking up from all the soft hair.
I kissed both of them, saying, "Well, I think it's time someone lost another piece of clothing."
They looked at each other. "I'll go," said Jen. She took a step away from Jacqui and me, and slowly pulled down the zipper on her skirt, then pulled at the sides, shrugging it off, revealing a sheer black G string. It barely covered the thick patch of hair between her thighs, her pubes extending past the fabric on all sides.
"Wow," said Jacqui. "That's quite a bush there." I reached into her G string, enjoying the feel of Jen's hairiness, making her giggle. I felt her pussy open and already wet. Jacqui was rapt, watching me fondle her colleague.
