I had been away on a business trip for a week. It was supposed to be for two weeks but the deal fell though and we finished up coming home early. I rocked up at my place on Friday evening to find a party in progress. You can understand I felt a little surprised, as I live alone.
It turned out that the young lady next door (her mother had the key and was keeping an eye on things for me) had acquired the key and invited some of her friends around for the party that I found going on.
I, ah, remonstrated with the young lady, explaining that invading someone's house for a party was a no-no. It was agreed that I'd let the party continue until it wound down of its own accord. At least, the girls agreed to that. My opinion was neither sought nor wanted.
During the course of the night I had occasion to chat with the various party members. Two of them, Janet and Michelle, were very flirtatious. I wound up suggesting they come around the next day. The reason, I blandly informed them, was so that I could have sex with the pair of them. I told them what I intended to do to them when they fronted up, mentioning things like spanking as well as fucking. They had hurriedly retreated, red of face, leaving me the victor in our little war of words.
Now when I had suggested they come around it was very much tongue in cheek. I didn't think for one moment that they would. I mean, if you were a young lady and a guy you had only just met invited you around to his place so he could have sex with you, said sex to possibly include a spanking, would you front up? No, you would not. You would put his name down in your little black book marked with the words 'sex maniac - do not approach'.
This being the case you can imagine my surprise when I looked out the window the next afternoon to see Janet and Michelle walking down the path to my front door, nudging each other and giggling as they came.
I thought what the hell and tried to remember exactly what I'd suggested that I'd be doing to them. Remembering part of it I made a hasty adjustment to the furniture in the front room. Just in time for the bell to ring.
I opened the door and ushered them into the front room, not rushing them but certainly not giving them time to change their minds.
"I must admit that I'm a little surprised that you have actually accepted my invitation," I told them. "I thought you didn't look too enthusiastic when I proffered it."
The girls glanced at me and giggled.
Turning to look directly at me Michelle addressed the issue.
"Be fair. You just took us a little by surprise. Once we had a chance to consider your charming invite how could we possibly stay away?"
"Ah, why is your chair sitting in the middle of the room?" Janet asked.
The furniture adjustment I'd made was to push the coffee table to one side and yank an easy chair into the middle of the room, facing my mini-bar.
I placed a hand on Janet's back, edging her towards the chair.
"Two reasons," I told her. "As you can see, with the chair situated there it's facing the mirror fronting the mini-bar. Seated or bending over that chair and you can see yourself reflected in the mirror. The other reason was that I promised to bend one of you over the nearest convenient piece of furniture as soon as you walked in. That chair is now the nearest convenient piece of furniture."
A bit of pressure on Janet's back and she found herself involuntarily leaning over the arm of the chair. One hand held her there while my other hand was already lifting her dress, tucking it up under the hand holding her.
"Wait a minute. Wait," she yelled. "You don't seriously expect me to let you just, ah, I mean, you can't just grab me and, um, stop that."
What I was supposed to stop was my hand pushing down her panties, I think. Then again, she might have meant stop everything. With her panties down I now started massaging her pussy, preparing it for action.
"Be reasonable," I said. "I distinctly told you that as soon as you came in I was going to bend one of you over and fuck you. You're not trying to make a liar out of me, are you? Isn't that what I said, Michelle?"
When appealed to my impartial witness nodded. She could afford to agree. It wasn't her bent over the chair.
"He's right, Janet. That's what he said. Remember, we were wondering if he really meant it. It appears that he does."
"Look on the bright side, Janet," I told her. "You can just turn your head and you'll be able to see all the action as well as feel it."
I turned to Michelle again.
"Do me a favour, Michelle. My hands are rather busy right now. Would you be so kind as to undo my trousers for me?"
"Don't you dare, Shelly," wailed Janet, while Michelle giggled and started unfastening my belt.
"They call me Shelly, not Michelle, you know," she told me working on my zip.
"So I heard," I admitted, "but I like the name Michelle. It's pretty and it suits you so if you don't mind I'll continue to use it."
