The kids have long since gone to bed. We sit about the living room having enjoyed a nice meal out. We sip our drinks and talk. The conversation growing more and more comfortable as we all settle in. Yet, despite the laughter and ease there is still something hanging out there. A certain feeling in the air that’s at once dangerous and exciting yet soothing and inviting. Like a mystery begging to be solved.
We’re all very aware of the feeling. Catching each other’s glances from time to time. Eyes meeting briefly. Eyes that now have a special shimmer. The kind of shimmer that can only come from excited anticipation. We tell stories of days past yet floating in all our minds is the knowledge that this is just superficial. Our own minds screaming at us to just get on with it.
You and Stacy sit beside each other on our over-stuffed dark brown sofa. I sit across the room in my green wingback chair, quietly watching and sipping my beer. The two of you like school girls as you talk, laugh, giggle. I notice Stacy lightly slap you’re thigh, her hand lingering for a moment, “Tessa…you’re bad!” as you tell a story of a prank you once pulled. You too are very aware of the brief touch. A touch that may well go unnoticed in a different time, different place. A touch many would simply dismiss. But a touch that to the intuitive speaks volumes. The subtle touch of a woman. The touch of my wife.
And so I watch. Each of you touching one another’s shoulders as you say, “Oh wait, wait. There was this one time...” Then more laughter. The touching becoming more frequent and lasting longer each time. You’re now very comfortable with one another and the sexual tension in the room is almost tangible.
Stacy gets up to use the bathroom and you and I are left alone.
“You’re awful quiet over there
Hitcock
!” You say, purposely using my screen name.
“Just watching and listening dear.”
“Oh yeah? And what are you seeing and hearing?” You ask, intentionally yet cautiously turning the conversation toward what is really on your mind.
“Ohhhh I’m seeing a lot more than may you realize.”
“Like what?” Your eyes casting down slightly, nervously. You can’t believe you’re feeling giddy and nervous. You curse yourself in your mind but know you’re hopelessly lost to the moment.
I hear Stacy returning and my only reply to you is warm smile and a wink.
Stacy steps back into the room saying, “Okay you two are quiet. What did I miss?”
“Tessa was just telling me she’d be more comfortable naked is all.”
“I DID NOT!” you retort with a laugh.
“Well you didn’t say it out loud but you said it all the same.”
“Be nice!” Stacy says with a laugh and slap on my shoulder.
Stacy returns to sit by you. Each of us secretly happy that the plane has been broken. Knowing that we’ve now crossed over the line and are well on our way to taboo exploration.
As the two of you discuss what a “horn dog” I am, I rise and ignite the oil lanterns hanging on the walls. Then turn and extinguish the harsh light of the electric lamps. It takes a second or two for your eyes to adjust. The flames flicker and shadows dance across the deep golden walls of our living room.
I retreat to another room to search out some scented candles. When I return I find you and Stacy very close together. Lightly kissing one another and softly touching. I’m not sure who made the first move or exactly what happened, but I’m certainly glad it did.
I take off my shirt and return to my chair. Watching the two of you and allowing you to explore. I can feel the nervous tension emitting from your bodies as you ease into the moment.
Stacy pushes your shoulder and you respond by easing back against the couch. Your mind is whirling with thoughts yet they seem to be somewhat fuzzy. A more basic and simpler thought taking center stage in your mind. The thought that you are extremely turned on.
Stacy moves closer, almost on you as she gently cups your soft cheek. Her lips purse and she kisses your own. Her perfume filling your mind. You’re amazed at what is happening, amazed more that you want it and want it badly. She places soft kisses all around your face. Your cheeks, your lips, your head, randomly moving about.
She kisses down over your chin and onto your neck. Your head eases back and rests on the sofa as you surrender yourself to her. Her kisses grow more aggressive as she now begins to suck and nibble at your neck. She continues to pleasure your sensitive flesh with her mouth as her hand snakes up your leg. Up the inside of your thigh, rubbing hard as it glides upward over the denim of your jeans. Coming oh so close to your center. Your legs opening slightly in anticipation of her touch. Yet she slides her hand just beside it and continues up your belly.
By now she is devouring your neck. The air whistling over your skin as she struggles to keep her breath. Her mouth fully engulfed in pleasing and tasting your flesh. She rubs over your shirt and up until she feels the warm crest of your breast. She spreads her fingers wide and her entire hand lies flat against your breast. She can feel your nipple swelling beneath the fabric as she touches you.
She slips away and pulls you forward slightly. Fumbling with your shirt and whispering, “Take this off…” You respond in a swift motion and whip the shirt over your head. Your gorgeous hair falling about your now bare shoulders as, without a word, you reach back and unclasp your bra. Your breasts fall free and Stacy smiles at the darkness of your swelling nipples. Your eyes, lusty and dark, lock for a brief moment. That moment that says, “yes,” without a word spoken.
She kisses down your chest and slowly out over your breast. Your head tilted forward, watching as she moves lower. Your hand lightly resting on the back of her head. Your nipple beginning to tingle in anticipation of her mouth. Her lips so close to it now. She pauses for just a brief moment. Then her mouth opens wide and she swallows your nipple in full and hard.
I hear you groan and your head falls back. Now both your hands hold her head as she devours your nipples. Back and forth from one to another. She’s completely engrossed in pleasing you. Her own sexual desires beginning to boil as she explores you. She pleases and tastes your breasts and nipples. Licking, kissing, sucking, nibbling. Although you have had your breasts pleased so many times, this feels somehow different. Is it more intense? Is it more directed? Is it more in touch with what you want? Is it better? Your mind whirling as you answer yes to them all. And then you realize, its because its another woman.
She slides onto her knees and between your own. Her lips now kissing down your soft belly as her fingers fumble with the button of your jeans. You begin to assist but her hands push yours away. This she wants to do herself.
She pops the button open and then pauses. She slips inside your leg and kisses your thigh. You open your legs and purr. Her fingers and thumbs begin to pull at your jeans and the zipper ever so slowly opens. Your growing so wet now. You wonder briefly if your juices are showing through your jeans and then your mind returns to the excitement at hand.
Stacy’s fingers slip inside the band of your panties and she pulls them as far down as the open fly of your jeans will allow. Exposing the soft tender flesh where once stood your pubic hair. She raises up slightly and licks and sucks at the spot. Again you purr and now your fingers twirl in her curly brown hair.
She kisses, licks and sucks at your mound and your soft belly. Sensuous and exciting. But it isn’t long before her fingers grip the waist of your jeans and she begins urging them downward. You lift your ass and your own hands assist hers in removing the garments. She pulls them down over your knees and you feel the cool air rush between your legs. You raise each foot one at a time as your last bit of clothing slips away.
You sit now completely naked. You’re somewhat nervous as you gaze down to see another woman kneeling between your exposed sex. Her hands land softly on your full hips and she pulls your ass right to the edge of the cushion.
Your legs open wide. Even from across the room I can see your juices shimmering in the lamplight. You are so turned on. So excited. So wanton. Stacy’s lips purse and she begins softly kissing your thighs. First the tops then slowly rolling inside. You moan quietly. She kisses higher and closer. Your mind screaming inside your head, “
Oh yes. Yes Stacy. Do it!
” But she kisses back away from your core and back over your leg.