Important note: while this story heats things up a bit, I still consider it a slow one...
The morning started badly. The shuffle I had heard sometime in the night, after Maeve left, had been Jack leaving the apartment. The problem was that Julia hadn't known that he would leave. Again. Bastard.
I woke up first (or so I thought since the entire place was silent as a church), slightly tired but with a smile that wouldn't go away. I noticed that Julia's door was opened and that her bed was empty (just like that church...). When I looked towards Maeve's room, I saw that the door was slightly ajar. Silently I walked closer and saw that both girls were inside and that Julia was crying once again. Damn that frigging guy!
An hour or so later Maeve came into the kitchen to fix herself a quick breakfast. Julia wasn't even hungry. She smiled at me but she was too preoccupied to talk about last night.
"The bugger left in the middle of the night... He had just wanted to fuck her one last time. He left a note on her desk, saying that she wouldn't see him ever again. And now Julia's feeling bad because the relationship is over and humiliated because he managed to fuck her last night. If ever he shows up once again, could you do me a favor and kick his ass?"
"Uh... No problems."
"Thanks."
"Can I do anything else?"
"No, but thanks anyway... She just needs some time to put it behind her. We'll be leaving for the pool on Laurier and Parc in a few minutes. Feel free to explore the rest of the place while we're gone. I have a lot more Celtic CDs in my room if you feel like it. "
With that she gave me a soft kiss on the cheek and went back to her room. A few minutes later she came back out with Julia. She kissed me before leaving, but it was clear that she was still upset. A lot. All I could do was hope that she would get better soon...
***
Well, it took her three days. When we all had breakfast Thursday morning, she seemed much better. During those three days I'd had the chance to catch up with Maeve and to get to know Julia a lot better. Apparently she quite enjoyed my company and I was privileged to be invited to a few other bathside discussions. She even teased me a few more times, innocently of course. And with Maeve things were going great, if not fast. We had spent quite a lot of time together and even a long evening yesterday. I was hoping to catch more glances at her body during that intimate moment, but that didn't happen. We were definitely getting closer and closer.
And things were clearly taking a sexual, or at least sensual, turn around the place. Somehow I managed to be at the right place at the right time to see Julia or Maeve moving from their rooms to the bathroom wearing nothing but sexy lingerie. Very sexy. I even caught Maeve with only her panties and her arm to hide her breasts. Her arm is nowhere big enough to hide them, it was quite a sight. At other times those encounters only seemed random: seeing Julia standing on her toes, stretched up to open a window, meant that I saw most of her ass and her thong; while Maeve was explaining the major bus routes from her apartment, her mostly unbuttoned blouse allowed me to see her naked breasts, nipples and all; when Julia decided to shave her pussy and leave the door half-closed, I barged in on her only to see her smile naughtily...
I don't know why but things like that just kept happening. I was beginning to wonder why all of this was happening, but I couldn't figure it out. Anyway, this morning both Julia and Maeve were decently dressed. They left once again for the pool, something which they both enjoyed. One day I was going to join them, but right now it would only cause an erection-in-a-frail-swimsuit problem. So I finished my breakfast and enjoyed both their kisses as they left.
After breakfast I decided to take a long bath and perhaps even make up for the lost hours last night with Maeve. I love sleeping in baths, even if my skin doesn't: but I'm a guy so even if my skin is dried up for a day or two, why should I care?
With the place all to myself, I discarded my boxers and tee-shirt and enjoyed a bit of living-room nudism. As I waited for the bath to fill, I saw two bras hanging from a pole behind the door: a bright red one and a bigger, dark green one. Julia's and Maeve's. Maeve's bra was not particularly special, save for the fact that it was a very fine lace with a lot of holes in the design. And even though it now hung lifeless and empty, my guess is that the cut would push Maeve's breasts into a whole new world of lusciousness (Is that even a word? Well, it should!). My memories of her unambiguously bared breasts after her massage a few days ago was still fresh in my mind. Even so, I would have given a lot to see them again, lovingly sheltered in such fine art of lacework.
On closer inspection (alright, alright, since it's so obvious and you insist: it's another fetish of mine... A brief warning: I have quite a few others coming up...), I saw and felt that the red one was an all-satin thing: no elastics, no rims, no lace or such things. A 100% pure satin bra, nearly as soft as the skin it's meant to cover and embrace. I say "embrace" because there's no way that such a bra would push-up or hold anything. Then again, Julia's pearls (there I go again with that damned word!) don't need any pushing up!
Wo! The bath was more than filled enough! Just before getting in, I remembered that Maeve once offered me a medicinal bath... In her room I found her stash of essential oils and selected a few: pine, rosemary and marjoram. An opened drawer caught my attention as I was walking out. It was overflowing with reds, blacks, blues and whites, with lace, cotton and satin: a drawer filled with her bras and panties... My cock, which had partially mutated as I was looking at the two bras in the bathroom, twitched. Hard. Breasts, buttocks and pussies swam before my imagination-enhanced vision, with unrepressed apparitions from that-thing-that-just-recently-twitched. But I restrained myself: I'm not the lecherous bastard you think I am. (At least, that's what it says at the top of this story.)
I spent the next two hours in the bath, constantly keeping the water hot. I slept a few naps during those hours, but not as much as I would've liked: I kept looking back at those bras and my cock kept poking out of the water to get some attention. Finally I couldn't keep my hands away from it any longer and I abandoned myself to a good, thorough jerk-off. Breasts whirled against the back of my eyelids, breasts both big and firm or young and perky and sometimes even all those things at once... Pussies and asses then joined in the fun. Afterwards Maeve and Julia appeared behind their respective body parts (What?! don't tell me this never happened to you?) and without my full accord this turned into an all-out threesome that never stopped... (What was I saying about not being a lecherous bastard?)
For the first time in my life, my first and second jets of sperm landed on my face... Weird feeling, that. The rest landed like bombs in the bath and soon they turned into underwater mines that threatened me on all fronts. Cleaning my face quickly, I jumped out of the bath and drained the mines along with the water. (I know it's disgusting but that's how it happens when you jerk off in the bath... Admit it guys!) Before leaving the bathroom, I smelled the bras: Julia's was spicy whereas Maeve's was something smoother, something much more homely.
They came back while I was still dozing on the couch. Still naked, lying on my towel, I was listening to something I'd found in Maeve's room: Luar na Lubre, a Galician band. Great music, a nice Spanish twist on Celtic music. But now I had to do a twist of my own to grab my boxers before the girls came in. Did it just in time. Sitting casually, waiting for them to pass by, I hear them laughing loudly: apparently, two hours in the pool did wonders to Julia's spirits once again!
I received two genial smiles when they saw me, but none came into the living room with me. Instead they both went into their own rooms, only to come back out a few minutes later wearing nothing but bath towels. Laughing, Maeve looked at me and said: "We're going to take a shower Loa... We'll try not to disturb you — much." With that she closed the door behind her as Julia was already turning the water on. The idea of having them taking a shower together was disturbing enough, but since they had closed the door, I couldn't understand what Maeve meant.
