The late evening is temperate and breezy as you wait for his arrival. He pulls into the parking lot and finds you leaning up against the side of your car dressed in a loose cotton skirt and a light halter-top, and a pair of black flats. You share a warm greeting as he emerges from his car and moves to hug you tenderly, smelling lightly of amber and patchouli. He's in a Hawaiian shirt and a pair of black cargo pants.
Your lips nearly bush his ear, "You smell nice."
Slowly, he bends to kiss your neck, and he takes your scent in, "Mmm, so do you." Then he gives you another squeeze, "She's waiting for us back home." He opens the door for you, then walks back around, gets in and starts the car again. He turns and looks into your eyes significantly as you buckle up, "Ready for some delicious playtime?"
You draw a deep breath and smile, "Very..."
Pulling into traffic, and stopping at a light, he turns to you again, "Good, we are too – we've been thinking how nice this'll be – sharing ourselves with you." He notices your eyes widen as you straighten up and shift a little in your seat, "Everything ok?"
"Butterflies", a shy and mischievous smile curls your lips.
He takes one hand from the wheel and runs his fingers across your cheek, over your ear and down your neck, and the butterflies do acrobatics in your belly as the anticipation builds. "Don't be nervous," he says with a grin as his eyes return to the road and his hand to the wheel, "we won't be doing anything that you're not totally comfortable with ...and we'll do lots of things together that I'm sure you'll be very comfortable with."
"Mmmm, I can't wait," you admit adventurously as the light changes and he accelerates, "the thought of messing around with the two of you has been rolling around in my mind ever since I got your email – and your picture together seemed so nice and relaxed and warm."
"That's sweet," his hand moves again from wheel, and he grazes his fingertips across your thigh over your skirt. "We really liked yours, too, and you're even sexier in person."
"You're both cute, too ...and that feels nice." Deciding to be a little naughty and daring, you slowly draw your skirt up to reveal the smooth skin of your thighs as he drives, "but it feels better with nothing in between."
"Ohhh yes, it does," he says eagerly as he takes his hand away to negotiate a turn up into the canyon, and then moves his teasing fingers back to stray over the length of both your thighs, with each pass going further and further down the insides, and closer and closer to your secretly naked cleft.
You turn a little toward him beneath the seatbelt, and you pull your skirt up even further to expose your pantyless blossom to him under the last few passing streetlights, and then you reach across to run your fingernails over his inner thigh and then upward to fondle the swelling beneath the cloth.
He glances down at your lap and his mouth drops open slightly, "Aww, such a pretty little pussy... I can't wait to taste it... run my tongue very lightly over your sweet folds." He moves to graze his fingertips ever so softly over your tenderness in very slow delicate strokes from bottom to top, "I wanna lick it just like that... slow and soft... would you like that?" You nod a quick and breathless consent and rub his stiff shaft as it strains against its woven confines.
"What a lusciously naughty girl you are, going out to meet us with no panties on."
"And what about you?" a little taunt in your voice as your breathing deepens, "should you be doing what you're doing."
His smile broadens, "Oh, I think I'm permitted to engage in preliminaries - a little light teasing before we begin the main course."
His fingers have inspired the flow of your nectar and he draws his fingertip into the wetness and then up over your little pink button, and then back down to play lightly just underneath it.
Desire floods through you and you work his flesh gently and firmly in your fingers, trying to make out the contours of the purplish head through his pants, "wanna take that hard cock out and let me suck it while you drive?"
"Whew – oh my... that is one hell of a tempting idea," then he pauses, "but once it gets out, I really don't think it'll want to go back in again for a while... and I think doing that without her here would cross a line that I'd like to respect... Besides," he glances burningly into your eyes, "you've already got my full attention, if you haven't noticed."
"Oh, I've noticed – I like you at full attention... and drive carefully, I'm slippery when wet," you both giggle, and then gently gasp a little as you work each other ever deeper into a lustful hunger – and a hunger to go ever so much further than you can at the present moment.
The canyon passes by, far too slowly in spite of your shared eagerness, and then you pass down a length of the 101, while the darkness conceals your growing fervor from other people in other cars. Then an exit and turn, and another turn, and another... finally an opening garage, and solitude as it closes behind you and the seatbelts fall away.
He draws you in for a deep, slow kiss – his lips pressing gently against your as the tip of his tongue laps and circles yours, wet and soft, and tasting faintly of mint. Then he raises his musk-scented fingers and tastes and smells them and tastes them appreciatively, "Mmmmmhmmm – this is such a delicious appetizer." His other hand slips between your now wide-spreading thighs and his middle finger slides smoothly and deeply into you, and he curls his fingertip upward into that sweetspot, bringing you closer to ravenous abandon, and with his scented and licked fingers, he draws your halter-top up over your puffy nipples and gently takes each one in his mouth before allowing the cloth to fall over them again. Then he whispers in your ear, "Are you ready to eat and be eaten – at the same time?"
"Oh, fuck yes, my pussy is hungry for your mouth and your cock, and my mouth is hungry to taste her pussy."
"Wanna see my cock enter her all wet from your mouth as she licks you and fingers you?"
"Mmmm, yes!"
"Lets go play," he opens the door and leads you through a little yard into the darkened house, then through a short hall and into the bedroom, which is all lit with scented candles.
She's standing there barefoot by the bed in a loose robe, with her thick, dark hair streaming free down over her shoulder and far past her waist, and a look of quiet anticipation behind her tender smile. "Hi there," she says warmly as she moves to embrace you, "you look nice – even nicer than your picture."