Did Someone Call For A Ride

It was 1:30am Friday night/Saturday morning when the call came through - I had been on duty since the afternoon so this would be my last pick up of the shift. I pulled up and found my fares, a couple of pretty young ladies, probably mid-twenties, one brunette, one blonde. They got in, gave their destination and we set off. The usual small talk followed about how their night had been and how busy I was. The news that it was my last pick up of the night garnered a brief raise of the eyebrows from the brunette to her friend, but it didn't really register with me. The small talk dried up and we continued the journey in silence.

After a couple of minutes the blonde undid her seatbelt, I was about to ask her not to as I didn't need the hassle if we were stopped, but I noticed she was just moving to the centre seat, closer to her friend. The brunette caught my eye in the rear view mirror and winked, but it was so fleeting, I was sure I had imagined it.

Next thing I knew, the brunette leaned over and the two girls were kissing. Not the lustful, trying to eat each other's faces of a one night stand, these were the gentle, tender kisses of lovers, the brunette's hand caressing the blonde's face and running through her hair. The hand slid down her neck and started pulling at the blonde's blouse buttons, causing her to break off the kiss and look at the brunette with a question in her eyes. A quick nod was all it needed to reassure her and she pulled the brunette's lips back to hers and relaxed back into the seat. The brunette's hand continued its journey, slowly releasing the buttons one by one, first revealing the gentle curve of white breast and then the contrasting black lace of the blonde's bra. It was getting harder and harder to keep my eyes on the road as the scene played out behind me, but I had to satisfy myself with frequent glances in the mirror.

Whatever she was planning, the brunette didn't want anything getting in the way as she undid all the buttons and moved one side of the blouse to the side, fully exposing her friend's bra-clad breast. I could just make out the small lump in the material of an erect nipple before the brunette's hand enclosed it stroking gently, but firmly upwards before digging her fingers in the plump flesh. Encouraging her lover, the blonde arched her back, begging for more attention to her breast whilst pulling the brunette deeper into their kiss. Emboldened, the brunette slipped her hand away from the breast and downwards where it slipped out of my view. I couldn't see what was happening now, but from the blonde's muffled gasp and gentle moans, I guessed that the brunette's hand was now under her skirt and teasing her pussy.

I was in a dilemma, I felt like an intruder, witnessing a private moment between two lovers, but it was also the most erotic thing I had ever seen and didn't want to miss anything. I couldn't resist, hoping they were too occupied with each other to notice, I quickly adjusted the rear view mirror so I could see the blonde's lower body. It was slightly disappointing, I could see the brunette's arm disappearing under the blonde's skirt, and the blonde's hips rotating and legs opening and closing in response to her partner's actions, but the shadows of the skirt meant I couldn't see any detail.

The brunette broke off from the kiss to whisper something in the blonde's ear. A sexy, knowing smile spread across her face and, I couldn't believe it, she slowly started hitching her skirt upwards revealing herself and her friends hand. I panicked, had they noticed me adjusting the mirror? I calmed myself down, telling myself it was unlikely, and if they had, it didn't seem like they minded. With her skirt now bunched round her waist, I could see the blonde's labia, engorged, red and glistening with her juices, protruding from a neat patch of blonde hair as her partner firmly and deliberately rubbed her clitoris, the blonde's hips rotating in time, trying to extract the maximum stimulation. The brunette's hand moved downwards and 2 fingers slipped, up to the knuckles, easily into the blonde's wet channel, illiciting another muffled gasp of pleasure. The fingers moved swiftly in and out, the blonde's hips moving in time, dragging them deeper into her.

How I was able to concentrate on the road and not crash with this going on was beyond me. My cock was hard and throbbing from what I was seeing and I could feel a large patch of pre-cum dampening my boxers. As we neared their destination, the brunette quickened her pace before removing her fingers and attacking her friend's clitoris furiously, her fingers a blur as she rubbed the sensitive spot. The blonde was obviously nearing her climax, her breath coming in pants as her breasts, which seemed to have grown a size heaved against the constraints of her bra, alternatively pulling her lover tight and releasing her until finally she was still for a fraction of a second before her whole body shook in a series of convulsions as her orgasm ripped through her body. As she pulled her lover in for one final, tender kiss, we arrived at their house. There was no mistaking eye contact this time as the brunette looked me in the eye via the mirror and put her fingers in her mouth and tasted her partner's juices.

"I hope you enjoyed the show," she stated. I couldn't tell from her tone of voice if she was angry or not.

"S-s-sorry," I stammered in reply. "But you didn't seem that bothered about privacy."

"It's no problem," she laughed, "Sara has always been a bit of an exhibitionist. But, I'm sure we can find a way for you to repay us, assuming you did enjoy it."

So that was the game, they were after a free ride home. Well, I couldn't say I didn't enjoy it, my cock was still hard as I was replaying the events in my head. It wouldn't be that much of a sacrifice, and they didn't know about the CCTV in the back seat that I had no doubt I would be revisiting many times in the future.

"That is the most inventive way of getting a free ride I've come across. I definitely enjoyed it thoroughly, though probably not as much as Sara, so I think we can call it even."

The comment illicited a knowing smile from Sara, but the brunette responded, "No, we wouldn't dream of you being out of pocket. As I said, Sara loves being the centre of attention and I can't help but help her." My confusion must have shown on my face as she continued, "So, the situation is this. Neither of us are truly lesbians, emotionally Sara is my world."

"And Clare mine," Sara interjected.

"However, sexually, sorry to be crude, we both love a bit of cock. When you said this was your last pick up, I got an idea that could be beneficial to everyone. You aren't married or anything like that are you?"

"No, free and single, depressingly so at times," I replied, still confused as to what exactly was being offered. "I am wondering what the catch is though, this sort of thing doesn't happen to guys like me."

"It's precisely because you are like you that it is happening. You're nice looking and you seem like a nice guy. If you'd been leching over us or all cocksure the offer wouldn't be there. Hell, you even tried to be subtle when you adjusted the mirror! No obligation, but cards on the table, you seem like you would a considerate lover and we want to explore what's in your trousers - what do you say?"

What else could I do? I knew if I turned this opportunity down I would be kicking myself for a long time, so I turned off the engine and turned round and asked, "So, what happens now then?"

Sara gave an excited little squeal and jumped out of the car, her blouse still hanging open and her skirt barely covering her arse.

"Follow us," was all the reply Clare gave as she handed my the fare, stepped out of the car and followed her friend to their front door. I put the money away, took a deep breath and followed my new friends, locking the car behind me.

As I walked into the ladies' house and shut the door behind me, I found Sara sat on the sofa, her clothing still in the same disheveled state, with Clare sat a little bit away from her. Clare patted the gap between them for me to come and join them, but I had other ideas.

"I think we need to even things up first, don't you Sara?" I asked as a squeezed the other side of Clare, gently pulling her chin around to me. Her head and body followed my lead and I leant in for a kiss. Her lips tasted of strawberries as they parted to let my tounge run around them.

"Absolutely," Sara responded, shuffling closer to Sara and moving her chin as I had done followed by another tender kiss. We continued like this, alternating deep kisses with our willing victim, until I reached behind and found the zip to Clare's dress. Whilst Sara kissed her lover, I nibbled gently at the base of Clare's neck. Her body responding with goosebumps and a short, involuntary moan. Slowly, I pulled the zip down to her waist and ran my fingers gently up her spine. As if reading my mind, Sara took the strap nearest her at the same time I took the one nearest me and together we eased the top part of Clare's dress over her round bosum, exposing more lightly tanned skin and a royal blue bra.

Freeing her arms, Clare pulled us both closer and we shared a three-way kiss, tongues wrapping around each other. In sync, Sara and I each moved a hand onto Clare's breasts, gently massaging them and feeling her nipples hardening into the palms of our hands. I moved my hand to pinch her nipple between my thumb and fingers causing her to gasp and grind her chest against my hand. We broke off the kiss so we could heat Clare's gentle moans clearly, my hand dropping to her knee. She instinctively opened her legs as I slid my hand slowly up her inner thigh. As I approached her honey pot, I could feel the heat radiating from her sex and soon found the already sodden material of her underwear. I gently pushed the rough material into her sensitive channel drawing more moans from her sensual lips. I moved upwards to find her clit, hoping the textured material would give a new sensation. Another moan escaped her lips and her hips writhed pressing her nub harder onto my fingers.

Pulling my ear to her mouth, she whispered, lustily, "More, please." As if on cue, I felt Sara's fingers under the material of Clare's knickers, honing in on her clitoris.

"Yes," screamed Clare, as Sara's experienced fingers found their target and attacked the sensitive spot. Not wanting to be left out, I slid my fingers into Clare's pants, heading downwards to her wet pussy lips. Sliding in easily, I set about pumping my fingers in and out of her moist, tight channel. In turn, Clare's moans raised a couple of decibels, her breath now coming in pants.

"You two are and fucking great team," she exclaimed between moans. As her writhing and moans intensified, we could tell Clare was getting close. Almost reading each other's minds, Sara and I swapped our finger positions keeping Clare on the edge of orgasm without pushing over the edge. I don't know how long we kept this up, it could have been 30 seconds, it could have been 10 minutes - time seemed to stand still as we played with Clare.

"This is amazing, but I need to cum, please," Clare groaned, her voice a mixture of ecstasy and frustration. I felt Sara remove her fingers from Clare's vagina and slipped mine down to replace them. As I thrust my fingers inside, I felt Sara's fingers alongside mine, matching my rhythm, stretching Clare's tight channel even more. The effect was immediate.

"Oh my god, you motherfuckers, that's is so good! Yes, I'm c-c-c," screamed Clare, the last word disappearing in an ecstatic moan as her climax ripped through her body. Her pussy muscles clamped down on our fingers before spasming on time with the electric shocks passing through Clare's body.

When they subsided, she whispered, "Oh my god, thank you!" and pulled us towards her in turn for a deep, lingering kiss. Looking each of us in the eye, she brought our fingers to her mouth and slowly sucked them free of her juices.

"Fuck me," Clare exclaimed, "I don't know about you two, but I need a drink. Sara, can you grab the glasses, darling?"

She stood up, still a little unsteady and made her way to the door in the corner of the room. As she stood, her dress slipped to the floor and she stepped out of it without breaking step, revealing a lacy thong to match her bra, framing a lovely round pair of cheeks. Not flabby by any means, but just the right amount of wobble that I couldn't help imagine pressing my fingers into them.

Seeing my gaze follow her friend, Sara gave a little harumph and muttered "two can play that game" under her breath. Standing, she let her blouse slip off before coolly unzipping her shirt and letting it follow as she swayed to the cabinet in the corner. She had her own matching thong and slightly more pert buttocks.

I just sat there still in disbelief, waiting for something to go wrong, but I couldn't take my eyes off these two sexy ladies, parading around in their underwear. I couldn't believe I hadn't shot my load two or three times already, maybe the curiosity of what would happen next was managing to stave off anything happening prematurely. It could be my frame of mind, but everything these girls did seemed overtly sexual, designed to keep my cock hard. It was definitely working as my dick was almost aching from the continuous erection.

As if to prove my point, Clare returned with a bottle of red wine and corkscrew. She placed the bottle on the table and arched her back upwards and stroked the neck of the bottle, looking me square in the eyes with a "come fuck me" look on her face. Sara joined her at the table and poured a glass for each of us.

Handing me my glass, Sara sat one side of me on the sofa, while Clare nuzzled up on the other side.

"To new friends," she toasted and we all clicked glasses and drank.

"So," Clare started and then paused. "Fuck, we didn't even get your name!" she giggled. I laughed and introduced myself.

"So, Steve, there seems to be a problem here."

My mind started racing, is this where it all goes wrong, has this been some kind of honey-trap?

"There is a serious discrepancy in the clothing situation, that I think needs to be remedied straight away."

I breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "Well, I'm nothing if not a gentleman. If you ladies would feel more comfortable putting your clothes back on, I would be disappointed, but I would understand." Clare raised an eyebrow at me, almost saying "really?"

"That isn't the solution I was going to propose," she replied.

"Me neither," piped up Sara.

"There you go, outvoted two to one. Now stand up, we need a good look at what we've picked up."

I stood, took a deep drink of wine and placed it on the table. As I turned round, the girls had shuffled next to each other, their free hand draped in the other's lap, idly playing with their material covered mounds.

At just over six foot and having played rugby for years, I felt I looked OK, but I had never been a gym rat, so whilst there was no spare tyre, there also wasn't anything approaching a six pack. Wanting to get it over with, I lifted my top over my head and tossed to the floor to my right.

"Ooh a proper man," cooed Sara, "We done good!" I must have blushed at the compliment as she continued, "Aah, and shy too - tonight's already good, but it's looking up." I reached for my belt buckle, but Clare reached forward and grabbed it.

"We'll take it from here." As she pulled me closer and fiddled with the buckle, Sara took possession of my zip and quickly pulled it down. Sliding her hand inside, I held my breath, this was the moment I was looking forward to and dreading in equal measure. With the sexual sensory overload I had been receiving, what if this touch was all it would take to set me off.

This nervous energy seemed to enough for me to keep control as I was able to sigh as her fingers gently travelled my full length before softly scraping her nails along the material on the return journey. Clare managed to undo my buckle and button and together they eased my trousers to the floor to enable me to step out of them. They were treated to a full view of my rigid cock making the traditional tent of my boxer shorts with a large damp patch of pre-cum at the tip.

"Someone's been enjoying themselves," purred Clare.

"And someone is keen to join the party," giggled Sara.

Slowly, they pulled my boxer shorts downwards, gasping as my cock sprung upwards as it was freed from its cloth prison. I'm not going to say I have the biggest cock in the world, but at just over six inches and a large enough girth that I can just wrap my hand around it, I've never had any complaints. Sara's hand reached out and gently fondled my testicles, whilst Clare started at the tip and ran her fingers slowly to the base before gripping the root firmly.

Both girls leant forward and slowly licked upwards from the root to the tip. It felt like a hundred butterflies dancing on my dick. All I could do was enjoy what was playing out in front of me and concentrate on my breathing to keep some form of control. When the they reached the tip my new lover's tongues wrapped around it and each other as they french kissed with my member between their lips. Clare's hand moved slowly up and down my shaft. Sara broke off from the kiss and Clare took the head of my penis in her mouth, sliding her lips halfway down my shaft. Sucking gently, she bobbed her head backwards in forwards in time with her hand sending exquisite sensations up and down my throbbing cock.

After several movements she released my penis from her mouth and offered it to Sara. In one movement, Sara took this offering deep into her mouth, taking in my length all the way to Clare's hand which was still gripping the root. Gasping and moaning, I ran my hand through Sara's hair and gently thrust my hips in time with Sara's head movements. Feeling myself getting close, I pulled Sara's head off my cock trying to prolong this amazing session. Clare resumed pumping my cock with her hand, licking the small drops of pre-cum appearing at the tip. The two nymphs took it in turns taking my head in their mouths and sucking, driving me crazy as I gripped the back of both of the heads. A tightness started in the base of my penis, but I wasn't ready yet.

"Wait, stop!" I gasped. They both stopped and looked up at me. "Can I ask a favour?" I questioned, there was something that I had always wanted to do and thought would be really sexy, but had never had the guts to ask before. This seemed to be the time to push some boundaries. "I want to come on your glorious tits, both of you."

The ladies looked at each other and smiled.

"That sounds perfect," answered Clare, reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra letting it fall to the floor behind her. Sara followed suit and they both sat there in front of me, their pert breasts and stiff nipples exposed. I'm no expert, but I would have guessed they were both at least a D cup, not that it mattered, both pairs were beautifully round and I ached to get my hands on them.

Wrapping their arms around each other's neck, the girls started kissing, their breasts squashing together amazingly. Each girl moved her hands to her breast and lifted them up, rubbing their nipples against each other groaning with the sensation.

Deciding they were ready, they turned their attention back to my cock, taking it in turns to run their hands along the length followed by their lips, each time taking me deeper down their throats. When they heard by breathing quicken, they would break off and give delicate kisses down my length before slowly licking up and down. The varying sensations driving me crazy, each delicate touch like a spark of electricity. As much as I wanted it to, this couldn't last forever, looking down and seeing them both taking almost my full length into their greedy mouths, leaving trails of saliva along it, I felt an all too familiar tightening in the base of my penis.