As Angie, Anna, Selena and Lena crossed the park, heading to town for their regular Thursday night out, they passed a bench, and its' occupant attracted Selena's attention. He was around middle aged, dressed in black, nothing too strange about that, but his hat caught her attention, as did the fact that he was writing furiously on a pad. His eyes appeared almost vacant as he concentrated. She nudged Lena, and looked conspiratorially in the direction of the unusual seeming man. Lena nodded, and she moved behind him, peering over is shoulder to see what he was writing. As she read her eyes went wide, and her bottom jaw slightly dropped.
"Wow!" She mouthed, and pointed down at the pad. The others joined her, and they to began to scan the text. Gripping one another's arms, they moved a small way distant, laughing.
"Well, what do you make of that?" Serena smiled at the others.
"Wow, hot." Anna answered her, and the other two women nodded their agreement.
Looking from one to the other, Angie asked what they thought they should do.
"Well I for one wouldn't mind reading a little more of that." this coming from Lena. The others nodded, and they moved to encircle the man on the park bench. Anna coughed. There was no response. She coughed slightly louder, and the man looked up. His eyes came into focus as he moved from one face to the other, and then back around the circle.
"Good evening ladies, can I help you?" He asked then in a deep concise voice. Educated Angie thought.
"Well" Selena started, "I... we that is, couldn't help but notice you were writing, and well, sorry I was nosy and looked over you shoulder whilst you were engrossed."
He placed his hand over his writing pad.
"Yes?" He asked, moving his eyes slowly down to her chest then up again. He smiled slightly. Selena blushed.
"Hmm, sorry, yes we all looked, and to be honest thought, Wow! Any chance we could read some more?"
Patting the bench either side of him, he invited them to sit. Anna and Selena did so, while Angie and Lena moved to the rear of the bench to read over his shoulders. He closed his pad, and then opened it again at the first page.
*
The women read as he turned the pages at their request. They started to fidget and move slightly, as the contents started to have the desired effect.
"Where do you come up with the ideas?" Angie asked him.
"I write what I know." Was the simple answer he gave her as he glanced in her direction.
"You did all of that with one woman?" He nodded. "Mmmm lucky girl." She laughed.
"Yeah right." Lena placed a hand on his shoulder, and he looked up.
"It doesn't matter if you believe me or not, I have nothing to prove, and it was you who asked to read my writings."
"I'd like to see you try." Lena continued.
"Only see?" He replied, and she blushed slightly, as she turned her head aside.
Selena's interest had been tweaked, and she did have an interesting idea of fun.
"OK then, if all of us would like to have you, then how would you choose?"
Rather than be embarrassed, as she had expected, he answered with a question.
"Which of you ladies like to receive oral sex?" They all somewhat nervously raised their hands, giggling slightly.
"Which of you like to give oral sex?" All hands rose again, but Angie's only slightly.
"Which of you ladies LOVE to give oral sex?" Selena, Anna and Lena raised their hands.
"And who has all night?"
"All night?" Lena asked, theptch of her voice rising. The man nodded.
"One after the other?" Selena asked. This time he shook his head. The women looked at each other, then back to him as he asked.
"Who are the 'closest' friends?"
The women move their heads close together to confer, before Anna took one of his hands, and Lena the other. They lead him back across the park to Anna's apartment.
"Drink?"
"Thank you?" He took the offered glass of wine and placed it on the table beside his chair. Anna sat beside Lena on the sofa, and asked. "Well?"
"Well what?" He replied, leaning slightly forward toward them.
"Well we haven't done anything like this before," she looked to Lena, who nodded her head in agreement, "so what now?"
"How stupid of me. Of course." He slipped off his shoes, removed his glasses and jacket, and began to rise from the chair.
As he did so they get up from the sofa and stood facing him, uncertain of exactly what was to come.
"Perhaps the bedroom?" He suggested, and Anna led the way through the door at the rear of the room.
Once inside they turned and stood in front of him, waiting. He moved towards the blond haired Anna. Her hair was long, and hung in waves over her shoulders, partly covering her large round breasts. Her waist though not narrow, was firm, and her hips were nicely rounded. Her dress was a halter neck, which highlighted the curves of her shoulders. He reached up, his hands going behind her to the nape of her neck, where he undid the bow, which held the top in place. Taking one end in each hand, he slowly lowered them, exposing the white flesh of her breasts and light pink nipples as he did. He let go the ends, so that they fell down the front of her legs. Leaning in to her, his lips lightly brush hers, as his hands gently explore her breasts. "Mmmm." She moaned softly.
His arms circled her waist to unzip her dress, which then fell to the floor, bunching around her ankles. She kicked it clear. She wore no panties, and he gazed upon her close cropped fair pubic hair. Close cropped yet still slightly curly. He ran his fingers slowly up the soft downy mound, and she gently moaned once more.
"We don't even know your name." She moaned.
"Does it matter?" She shook her head.
"I promise you will know it before I leave." He turned to face Lena, whose tongue slipped between her dry lips, swirling to moisten them.
Slightly shorter, and slimmer than her friend, Lena had dark shoulder length hair, which curled at the end. Her bright eyes shone a light blue. Her shirt was unbuttoned, and he slipped it back over her shoulders. It slid down her arms, before falling to the carpet. Under it she wore a thin T-shirt, which he slowly, and deliberately pulled off over her head, exposing a sheer see-through white lace bra. He dropped the shirt to the floor, gazing at the flesh of her cleavage, and the dark nipples, which pushed at the thin constraining material. He reached around her back, and undid the clasp, letting the straps slide down her arms, and the bra join her shirt on the ground at her feet. Her nipples jutted hard form the white flesh of her pert breasts, and his thumbs circled on the tips as he softly kissed her.
He ran his hands tenderly down her hips, angling in over her flat stomach towards the button of her jeans. With his thumb me flicked it undone and slowly began lowering the zip. A first glimpse of her matching panties was revealed, as he drew the zipper fully down. He reached inside, placing his hands on her hips, before kneeling, and slowly moving them down, pulling her jeans down her legs as he did so. As thy cleared her hips, he could see her clean shaven pussy through the tight fitting material. He moaned softly, and wetted his lips, showing them his long wet tongue. He bent down and helped her step from her trousers.
As he raised once more to his knees, he stroked up the outside of Lena's thighs, his right hand angling inwards as it neared the top. He stroked one finger softly up her slit through her moist panties.
"Mmm." She let out a small moan, as much in anticipation of what was to come, as at the feel of his tender caress. He slipped his hand inside the string waistband of her panties, and eased them down over her hips.