Several times in my life I have been fortunate enough to become the object of sexual attention from several women in fairly rapid succession. After several such series of encounters it finally occurred to me that when I had shown a lady an especially good time, she would gossip about her experiences with her friends and they would in turn take it upon themselves to determine the truth of her claims. Thus I would be passed from bed to bed until I had exhausted the women in that particular circle of acquaintances, or, perhaps more honestly, they had exhausted me.
Therefore I was not particularly surprised when, after my second encounter with Kathleen, she mentioned she had a friend whom she thought might need some tax advice and suggested we meet for lunch so she could introduce us.
Kathleen had explained to me earlier that Jennifer was a friend and client who had recently purchased several investment properties through her. Somewhat shorter than Kathleen but an equally Rubenesque beauty in her early thirties, Jennifer was the kind of large but well-presented younger woman I have often noticed with interest. She wore her straight shoulder-length black hair parted in the middle framing a beautifully delicate face enhanced by a clear pale complexion. After Kathleen had made our introduction and the maitre d' had seated us, I found it difficult not to stare at the contrast of alabaster skin against ebony hair accented by large jade-green eyes sitting across from me. Her stunning face and large body had me wondering of I might be able to interest her in more than tax advice.
During my last tryst with Kathleen she had tactfully let me know that, while she was delighted with the fun we had together, she was not in the market for a committed relationship and, while she looked forward to continuing to meet for recreational sex, she intended to pursue other interests with the understanding that I was free do the same. Thus, having agreed to her declaration of freedom, I did not feel uncomfortable at the thought of a tumble with her friend, which possibility did not seem too remote, judging from the warmth of Jennifer's quick smile, ready laughter and occasional touches during our meal.
Sitting side by side across the table from me, the two ladies, one with short blond hair, the other's long and jet black, offered a delightful contrast in styles of beauty. Encased in a moderately tight sweater, Jennifer's breasts, while not quite as large as Kathleen's, sat surprisingly high on her chest, jutting out with firm impudence. While her décolleté was less pronounced as she had less flesh to display, the bold thrust of her succulent charms promised a firmness to the touch that I was eager to experience.
As the meal progressed, Kathleen steered the conversation in a ribald direction, first with a joke about President Clinton's penchant for specially cured cigars, than by making several allusions to our last meeting, and ending with a vivid description of our imaginative use of whipped cream. Jennifer seem to be quite comfortable with Kathleen's intimate description of our romp, laughing delightedly as the story grew more bawdy. When the tale was finally told, Jennifer related one of her own involving herself and two collage football players in a hot tub with a pint of Hagen Das. By the time she had finished her graphic description of the delights of having coffee ice cream eaten from her vagina, I was struggling to discretely shift my rapidly growing cock into a more comfortable position. Her grin as I tried to hide my movements told me she was fully aware of the effect her story had had on me.
As I sat there in embarrassment at having been caught, Kathleen burst out in giggles, triggering a fit of laughter from Jennifer as my face reddened. Finally feeling sorry for me, Kathleen said, "You poor dear, we have a confession to make. Remember our talk last time about having other interests? Well, Jennifer here is one of my other interests. She and I have been playmates since she bought her first condo through me about five years ago. We're not exactly lovers, just best friends who share an occasional evening in bed together after having discovered how much pleasure two women can give each other. When I told her about how great a lover you are and about your penchant for large women, she insisted that I introduce you in the hope that maybe, if you're willing, we might be able to share your attentions, perhaps even together if you'd like." As I sat in stunned silence, mouth agape, both of the beauties across from me broke out in additional fits of laughter.
I had always considered myself fairly sophisticated sexually and had in fact had occasion to sample the pleasures of two women together but outside of my fantasies, I had never imagined the possibility of enjoying two such delightfully large, beautiful, and uninhibited women at once. I could only sputter at the prospect.
Kathleen again came to my rescue. "What's the matter, sweetie, afraid you're not up to it?" she teased, flashing her sexiest grin.
"Well, it not that exactly," I managed to stutter, "although the two of you together are probably more than a match for any man. It's just that I'm overwhelmed at the offer. I don't think I've ever been so delightfully propositioned before, and definitely not by two such beautiful and charming women at once."
"See, what did I tell you?" Kathleen said, turning to Jennifer. "Isn't he just the most articulate gentleman you've ever met? Just wait till you find out what else he can do with his tongue," she added, flashing a lewd grin.
Jennifer giggled again as Kathleen turned back to me. "Well, what do you say? You'd better make up your mind soon or we just might decide to see what kind of trouble we can get into without you."
"Damn, I'd have to be both dead and gay to decline an offer like that."
"I take it that means 'yes.' I trust you're free for the next few hours." Then, without waiting for my answer, "Come on, Jennifer, lets go powder our noses while James here figures out how to stand up without tipping over the table. We'll be back in a minute, sweetie. Don't go away."
As the two soon-to-be objects of my affections stood and left the table I had occasion for the first time to observe Jennifer from the rear. Watching her broad cheeks and large soft thighs move within the confines of her tight skirt only served to increase the stress on my zipper. I had to get my thoughts in hand or I feared I might never be allowed in the restaurant again. Fortunately the waiter arrived with the bill which diverted my attention enough for things to settle down a bit so that when the two ladies returned, I was able to stand without drawing attention to my condition.
