It had been over a month since I took Natalie to Tim's. We could not meet because Tim's partner had come home from Florida unexpectedly. I kept Natalie updated as things developed. She had been pretty persistent in texting me about the next meeting. She mentioned in her messages how she continued to get turned on by the memories of watching Tim and I.
I shared with her that the memories were also very arousing for me. The messaging faded after a couple of days, and we both fell into a holding pattern, waiting to hear from Tim. Then, one morning, while I was at work, my phone dinged with a text notification. It was Tim.
"Does Wednesday afternoon work?" He asked.
I quickly responded, "What time?"
"After 1," he said. "See if Natalie is free too."
"That works for me. Really?" I asked.
"Yeah! I'm not attracted to her, but she is a sexy young woman." I was shocked to see it on my screen.
I immediately sent a text to Natalie. "Are you free Wednesday after 1?"
Her response was a "YES!"
She continued, "I was wondering if I would be asked to join you two again."
I sent a quick message, "Yeah. Tim thinks you're sexy!" A second message to her quickly followed, "I do too. VERY SEXY!"
Natalie responded with a blushing emoji.
I texted Tim, "She is free. We'll both be there."
His response was, "OK."
The next few days dragged on as I waited for Wednesday afternoon. Natalie and I texted to finalize the arrangements. We agreed I would pick her up at a shopping plaza between her place and mine, splitting the difference. I would then drive us to Tim's house.
Natalie was waiting for me beside her car when I arrived at the parking lot. She wore a vintage green winter coat that stopped just below her knees. I could see the black sheer stockings and white patent leather platform shoes she had on. The green tint that had been in her hair when we met at the fetish shop was now a bright red. Her lipstick matched the red of her hair. Her eye makeup was a light grey, which made the horned-rimmed glasses she wore seem tinted. The outfit was nothing out of the ordinary for Natalie. It reminded me of similar outfits she had worn in my class when she had been my student at the community college.
She got into the passenger side seat before I could put the truck into park. As she sat down, her coat opened slightly, and I saw her long, slender legs and the top of her stockings. I couldn't tell what else she was wearing under the coat, but it would be just her style to have on a very short baby-doll skirt like the ones she would tease me with in class. In those days, I would catch glimpses of her panties and the bottom of her ass cheeks as her skirt swayed as she walked out of class.
"Hey! No peeking, Mr. Kramer." Natalie said, catching me glancing at her.
I responded, "Natalie, considering our relationship, I think it's okay if you call me Michael."
She said, "No, I like Mr. Kramer. It makes things seem more naughty and hot."
Before we left the parking lot, I texted Tim to let him know we were on our way. We had about a 10-minute ride to Tim's house. Natalie sat in the passenger seat, her hands pressed into her lap.
"I've been thinking about this afternoon since we confirmed earlier this week." She shifted in her seat, and her hands slid slightly under her coat. "I have some ideas that I hope you guys are open to."
"Really? Like what?" I asked her.
She giggled and said, "I don't want to spoil the surprise." Both of Natalie's hands were now entirely inside of her coat. She squirmed in the seat slightly.
The rest of the ride was silent. Natalie was sitting with her hands under her coat, pressed into her lap. I focused on the road as the bulge in my pants began to grow in anticipation of the coming fun.
Soon, we were at Tim's house. I pulled into the driveway and parked. I got out and went around the truck. Before I turned around the rear of the truck, I adjusted the now full hard-on in my pants. Natalie met me on the passenger side and took my hand. Her hand was warm as her right hand gripped my left hand. We walked to the door, and Tim was waiting for us. He opened the door. Natalie and I stepped into the house.
After exchanging greetings, the three of us headed towards Tim's den at the back of his home. The room was set up in its usual manner; his laptop sat on one section of the couch, it was open to a porn streaming site, and he had laid the beach towel across the seats. As I began to undress, Natalie sat down on the desk chair. She kept her coat on. Tim left the room to get the poppers for him and me to use. As I slid my pants down, my hard cock sprung out, and Natalie leaned forward on the chair. We exchanged smiles.
I sat down and leaned over to the laptop. I typed the name of a favorite pornstar of mine. I found a scene I enjoyed: where the young, dark-haired woman is seduced by an attractive older couple that had hired her to babysit. As the video began to play, Tim returned to the room. He handed the bottle of poppers to me and knelt between my legs. He reached out and took my cock in his hand, looking at Natalie as he leaned in and flicked his tongue across my swollen head.
I turned to look at Natalie. She had taken her coat off and now sat in the chair wearing only black lingerie. She was leaning back in the seat, her legs open, running her hands up and down the inside of her thighs over the sheer black stockings. The lingerie she wore was very sexy. The bra had elaborately decorated lace cups, which still allowed her nipples to be visible. I could see the light brown ring of her areola and the erect nipples on both her tits. The cups of the bra struggled to contain her 38C breasts. The panties appeared to be a "boy cut" style; like the bra, the lace was similarly decorated. I could not see her pussy, but the crotch of her panties was visibly moist.
As Tim continued to lick my cock head with his tongue, he and I watched Natalie sensually slide her fingertips up her inner thigh. She stopped short of the edge of her panties. Natalie grinned at us both.
"Mr. Karamer," Natalie said, "I want you to hit the poppers until I say to stop, then hold it in. While holding your breath, give Tim a hit of the poppers."
I nodded my understanding. Tim continued only to lick and flick his tongue over my cock head.
She continued, "Tim, once you've hit the poppers, hold them until I tell Mr. Kramer to release his breath. Then I want you to take his cock as deep as you can into your throat. Do you understand?"
Tim acknowledged his orders.
I shook the brown bottle, opened the cap with a hiss, and raised it to my right nostril. I pinched my left nostril closed and began to inhale. I am unsure how long I inhaled, but it seemed like a long time until Natalie instructed me to switch sides. I quickly swapped the bottle to the other side and pinched my right nostril closed. I inhaled.
"Now, let Tim have his hit," Natalie instructed me.
Holding my breath, I moved the bottle to Tim's waiting nose. He inhaled deeply, and then I switched to the other nostril as Natalie's instructed. My head was beginning to spin from the intoxication of the chemicals.
"Breath," Natalie told Tim and I.
We both exhaled. Tim engulfed my cock in his mouth, quickly moving the swollen head deep into his throat. The buzz of the poppers allowed him to open his throat more than I could ever remember prior. The pleasure I felt was intensified by the lighted-headed warmth that overcame me.
