This is something you've always wanted to try but until me you've never had a willing partner. You've never had someone this trusting and unselfish to treat you to this. As I've told you over and over you can always change your mind. Even when all three of us ate dinner together we all agreed that this was for you and you alone and this is something meant for your enjoyment. . ..not something to be forced upon you.
Even though desire and curiosity are driving you crazy you still feel a hint of nervousness. Although I am your confidant, your lover, your friend and can tame your inner beast, there is something about this mountain of masculinity I am having a drink with in the next room. You desire me so much and my abilities to please you. . .but him. . ..he's tall. . ..the bluest eye you've ever seen. . .broad shoulders. . .six pack abs. . ..an ass you want to bounce a quarter off of.
As you come into the room, I see him look up at you. "You fellas care for another drink?" We gratefully accept. You ease your way into the kitchen. . .slowly. . .so he can get a nice long look. He sees you alright and his gaze follows you. It's not jealousy I feel but happiness and pride. This guy thinks, "My woman is hot!" What man wouldn't think you're hot? Your way that skirt barely covers your ass, those smooth creamy looking legs, your supple breasts barely covered now, the desire in your eyes and the flirting looks you give us both. . .oh ya. . .good times ahead!
You bring us the drinks and sit down between us. By now you are more at ease and we casually banter and chat. He rubs his neck and I ask him if he's ok. He's just a little sore from work. I steal a glance at you and tell him about your marvelous hands and the wonders they do. You ask, "May I?" By his grin you can tell he wants much more than a back rub so you commence. Occasionally you look over at me as if to ask for approval and by my wide grin you can tell you already have it. His taunt muscles melt under your wondering hands, his cologne and scent are a powerful aphrodisiac, the more you touch him the more you can tell that he is now more and more under your command. Obviously he knows you desire him too by the way you squirm, giggle, and sigh.
This is too much for me so I suggest we both return the favor to you. You give that look. . ..that look of hunger I know so well. I know you're ready but I'm going to make sure this goes slow and intense for you. I suggest you lay across the couch with your head near his lap. . ...on purpose. My fingertips glide slowly across the backs of your legs, massage your feet, go partway up your skirt to your inner thighs. . .yet not all the way. His hands run through your hair, gently across your shoulders and back. Our hands spoil you and pleasure you. Your fingers dig into the couch, your arousal makes you shift about and squirm. By now all of us are breathing heavier and heavier. All the while you massage his leg. . ..going ever higher till you feel that bulge. . .that hard delicious bulge through those tight jeans he's wearing.
