I'd been seeing Patty Burns off and on for a couple of months. My aging parents lived a few blocks away and I'd been lending them a hand with projects around the house whenever I could.
I maintained an apartment in the city and continued to work there though my trips to the suburb I'd grown up in, were becoming far more frequent.
Patty proved to be a unique partner in many respects, our conversations were thought provoking, she cooked exceptional meals, and in the bedroom she'd proven to be unparalleled in her skills, tastes, and fantasies.
She actually enjoyed, got off on, wearing her extensive wardrobe of sexy lingerie and costumes, as well as dressing provocatively every day. Even in slacks and a blouse I knew she'd donned a pretty bra and panty set. "You never know when you might want to get fucked," she'd told me.
We'd agreed that we were not an exclusive couple, in fact, we encouraged one another to enjoy any sexual forays that might come along. We would tease each other with the cum soaked details.
I stood on the front porch, a bouquet of mixed flowers in my hand, awaiting my fantasy girl to open the door.
To say I was shocked when a lovely blonde young woman with big, baby blue eyes, opened the door is an understatement. "Blake? I'm Amy. I'm an old friend of Patty's. In fact, like you, I've known her most of my life."
Shaking her outstretched hand I responded, "Obviously you know a lot about me. Tell me a little more about you."
Amy wore a smooth, silky, multi-colored, sleeveless dress, with a plunging neckline. On her right arm were numerous bangles that clinked and jingled lightly as she pulled back her hand. A series of chains hung from her neck with a white, tear drop pendant hanging just above her visible cleavage.
Her dress fell above her knees showing off her slender, shapely legs, and her feet rested in a pair of beige pumps.
Her blonde locks were curled and hung to below her shoulders and as she turned to lead the way into Patty's house I glimpsed her rounded ass moving beneath the smooth, clinging material.
She was small, but packaged very nicely with medium sized breasts that perfectly matched her size.
The pretty, belted dress swished subtly as Amy moved through the familiar living room to the entryway of the dining room and kitchen beyond.
"He's here Aunt Patty."
Aunt Patty? So Amy was quite familiar with Patty.
"Hi Blake, I'm so glad you made it here ok." Patty looked amazing as always. She wore a retro looking red house dress with an apron around her slim waist.
The smooth material accented her voluptuous breasts and she sported black stockings and matching red shoes. A simple strand of pearls circled her neck and as always, her tasteful make up accentuated her features. A red hairband held back her curled, brunette locks.
Embracing her, we kissed. Patty took my hand and led me to the kitchen.
"Surprised? I know I am. Amy called last night inquiring whether we could get together? I couldn't say no so she came out a little earlier. Pretty isn't she?"
Coming closer Patty whispered," If you like her, I want you to fuck her. Then I want you to tell me all about it, all the sordid details, while you fuck me!"
My quizzicle look encouraged Patty to continue. "Her Mom and I go back a ways. Friends of a feather, kind of thing. You know my 'Ladies Lunch League' I've mentioned? Well, she's part of it. I've mentioned you, us, at a couple of our get-togethers and I guess Amy is here to check you out. I did tease them about how wonderful a lover you are, and of course how big you are.' Her hand went to my crotch and rubbed me through my pants.
I hugged Patty, kissed her red lips passionately then said, "If this is what you want- let's see what happens."
Dinner was delectable. Patty's cooking was on par with her sexual acumen and we dined on salad and lamb chops, sipped a fine vintage of Pinot Noir, laughed and joked and shared stories from our younger days when Patty took care of us both.
Amy's smile was spectacular and her face lit up when she laughed. She really was an adorable woman and I decided during dinner I'd be a fool not to have sex with her, to fuck her, if that's what she wanted.
Retiring to the living room I sat between these two lovely ladies on the leather couch. I couldn't keep my eyes off of their combined attributes. Both women displayed plunging neck lines and their dresses naturally hiked up to expose more thigh than before.
Patty wore lace top stockings that peeked out from her hemline and both women wore high heeled pumps. I found myself stimulated by their look and the edict Patty had ushered earlier. Their proximity, their perfume, the look in their eyes spoke volumes of sexual innuendo.
Before long Patty excused herself but not before bending over to peck me on the lips and exposing the black lace of her pretty bra from beneath her dress. "You'll Keep Amy entertained?" Her wink said it all as she retreated to the back of the house.
"That's my cue to seduce you Blake."
Turning to her, Amy put her left hand on my cheek and brought her lips to mine. They were soft, moist, and supple, and she parted them to allow my tongue access.
We French kissed, exploring each other's mouths with darting tongues. I moved my left arm sensuously around her shoulders and traced her chin and neck with my right.
Parting briefly she remarked, "Ummm, you're a good kisser Blake. Shades of what's to come?"
I kissed her lightly then whispered, "Guess we'll find out."
Our tongues continued to lash one another as she guided my hand to her breast. It fit nicely in my hand and I lightly caressed her through her dress and bra.
"Unzip me and loosen my bra," her command urged me to obey.
Sliding her dress and beige bra off her shoulders, her pert breasts and nipples demanded attention. I licked and nibbled her erect nipples and kissed her lips between moving from one breast to the other.
