Five Gold Rings
A day later. I lay in the bath, soaking my body in hot water and some orange and saffron-scented bath oil Jessica had found on her shopping trip with Orla. It was early evening. Some of the girls were coming over to dinner, and I was recouping my strength, remembering at the same time just what an amazing few days had passed already.
Jessica came in to the bathroom, in a loose robe, bringing cold white wine in tall glasses. She sat down on the edge of the bath, stroked her fingers through my hair. I rubbed my fingers along her upper thigh.
'How's Christmas working out for you?' she purred. I laughed, and admitted I had never had a better one. Jessica leaned over, kissed my mouth and we drank wine together. Dinner was an hour away, we had time to relax.
'I called Cat,' Jessica told me. 'She had to cry off work today. Slept until midday, apparently.'
'She was a busy girl yesterday,' I commented. I smiled to myself, remembering the look on her face when she was finally untied and had the blindfold removed. Seeing the faces of familiar friends and new lovers, she had cried for a little while and then hugged every one of us.
'I was so scared at first, after you left me for so long, I just couldn't cum! I really didn't know who was here at first! But then, there were hands all over me, tongues... your cock inside me, Paul - it was you, right? God, I felt so shameless, knowing it could have been anyone.'
'I want to try that!' Orla had giggled, and then flushed bright red as we all teased her simultaneously about how she really wanted to be fucked by a stranger, and she denied it in a voice that grew higher and higher until we were all roaring with laughter.
'So, what's on the menu for tonight,' I asked my lover. Jessica kissed me again, slow and deep, and toyed with my cock under the warm water. She didn't answer, of course, not even about what was for dinner.
'I thought you were my sub,' I protested. 'Aren't you supposed to be more obedient?'
'I let you think that for a while when we first met,' Jessica laughed, and I grabbed her and slid her into the bath with me, her robe tangled around her body until we dragged it off, and we kissed and stroked each other in the water, laughing and splashing. I stroked her clit with my fingers until she came, and she lay her head on my shoulder.
'I do belong to you, totally,' she sighed, and we kissed and teased and played a little more until we were in danger of guests arriving before we had even started to get dressed.
*****
Dinner was perfect. I'd mixed up some herbs and spices, and Jessica had created a series of light dishes - chicken, fish and lamb - served with lemon rice and spring vegetables. For dessert, there was a chocolate mousse so light it was like tasting cocoa on the air. Minx patrolled the kitchen looking for scraps.
It was bitterly cold out, and the snow was heavy on the ground, but the apartment was warm and lit with the candles on the table and a few of the side lamps along the walls. I'd made some mulled wine for when people first arrived, to take away the chill of the evening. It vanished so fast, I made another batch quickly, not quite as good as the one I had been warming all afternoon, but no-one was complaining.
We drank some Australian Shiraz, some Sancerre and a really sharp Bordeaux. The room became warmer, and everyone relaxed. The minutes ticked away.
Jessica looked so beautiful that night. Even though our fumble in the bath hadn't allowed a lot of time, still she appeared from the bedroom looking like a million dollars. Her short red hair was clean, fragrant and glowing. She had made up her face lightly, accenting her eyes and rich, full mouth. Gold earrings with drop pearls hung at her ears. She had a solitary ring on her finger, the gold ring set with amber I had bought her for the Christmas before.
She wore a gold-coloured blouse, remarkably plain in cut, that hugged her beautiful full breasts and trim waist. It was open at the neck, but not too far down, though a couple of buttons more and life would become interesting. She wore tight black pants underneath, and I was pretty sure they only needed a couple of buttons undoing as well.
Gold was the theme of the night. All our guests were dressed - to a greater or lesser degree - in gold. Lisa conformed the least; a white linen shirt with gold thread, over faded blue jeans. Lisa wore slinky dresses and high heels every night at the club; it was her unwritten rule that when she was with friends her dressing up was to dress down. The real Lisa, the one Jess alone knew best, was all about simplicity. She left her complications at the door.
Tasha had gone to the other extreme. She was wearing an amazing gold dress, edged with a black and white border. It was a kind of wrap, draped around her body, fastened at one shoulder, showing off daring amounts of thigh on one side, falling to the floor at the other. Against her dusky colouring, it was the most dramatic statement. She had tight golden bracelets on her upper arm, and a golden dragon in body paint on her exposed thigh. She called it her Nubian Queen look.
On her shopping trip with Jessica, Orla had found an equally stunning dress. It was tight, ankle length, a single sheath of lycra falling from the halter collar at her throat to her high heeled shoes. It was backless, cut up to her thigh on one side, fitting every curve of her body like a second skin. She wore her hair high, pined with two plain spikes at the back, and long diamond and gold earrings framing her face. She told us all that the gold-rose lipstick she had found had cost almost as much as the dress, but it was worth it.
Our other guest was someone I didn't know at all, though I learned as the evening went on that her name was Diane, that she knew Jessica through Tasha, that she lived across town, and that she was a workaholic who desperately needed a long Xmas break and lots of sex. OK, I was guessing about the last part, but given the situation and the company, it was the right guess.
She wore a simple, but very attractive dress, quite short, black and accented with gold straps. She had a tight necklace about her throat with a black opal set in gold, which really stood out against her pink skin. She wore thin-framed glasses, but seemed self-conscious in them at times, and left them on the table. Her hair was the colour of honey, worn high.
I tried to imagine how the evening must appear to Diane's eyes. Five women, one man, at a slow, intimate dinner. Gentle conversation, interspersed with laughter and innuendo. Tasha made reference to the Xmas list; Diana didn't look at all surprised. Was she here as part of that? I wasn't sure... but it seemed likely. Five gold rings. Five stunning women.
I played some Miles Davis over dinner, but then Jessica took over the CD player after dessert, and we had a diet of modern heavy metal, which she and Lisa danced along to, grinding against each other like they were dancers at a club. I made a mental note to have one of those shiny metal poles installed.
Orla bawled at them to strip, howling with laughter, her earrings flashing in the light as she rocked in her seat. Tasha and Diane sat curled around each other on the couch, talking in slow whispers; Tasha played with the locks of Diane's hair where they tumbled from the clasp at the back of her head. I sat on the arm of Orla's chair and watched my lover and her lover dancing sinuously around each other, foreheads pressed together, eyes locked, bodies brushing and caressing against each other.
Orla leaned across, crossed her arms and laid them on my legs, and looked up at me with her roguish, wicked eyes. 'So, handsome,' she said. 'Day Five almost done, and you haven't had your present yet.' I grinned in reply. She wriggled her shoulders, rubbing her breasts on my leg, then turned to Jessica. 'Darlin', when does the damn man get his Xmas present?'
'As soon as you get your panties off.' Jessica replied, without looking away from Lisa at all.
'Jesus, woman,' Orla muttered, her Dublin brogue even stronger than normal after several glasses of Sancerre. 'Do you think I could wear panties under this thing?'
'Don't ask me,' purred Jessica, brushing her mouth over Lisa's. 'I never wear them at all.'
Orla laughed, and lifted up against me, brushing my flank with lycra-clad warm skin. My jacket was over the back of the dining chair; her fingers quickly worked down my shirt buttons.
'You are a very, very lucky man, Paul,' she told me, in a strong, certain voice that was almost scolding. I grinned; Orla delivered this lecture regularly. She kissed my stomach and chest as she peeled my shirt back, licking at my nipples. I felt my cock harden rapidly, just looking around the room, being touched, being undressed, warm air and warm breath on my skin, the wine making my body hum.
'So, what's the theme for tonight?' I asked. 'Or do I have to work it out afterwards?'
Orla checked with Jessica, a rapid glance. These women said more with their eyes than most could say in a thousand words.
'I think you have to know this one in advance, darlin',' she whispered, and she slid down my zipper as she did so. 'Tonight, you can have any of us... all of us... when you choose... here in public or privately in bed...' She slid her hand around my hard cock, and her voice trembled just a little as she felt it grow and come to life in her hand.
'There's just one restriction...'
'My present comes with a caveat?' I said, voice low.
