I called an old friend. A guy I used to work with. His name is 'Ken'. He is a ladies man. Truly loves women. Anyway, we hadn't seen each other in a couple of years. We used to be pretty close when we worked together. We even doubled a set of sisters one time. That was pretty freaky.
So, he says he would like to get together for dinner. Sounds good to me (that's why I called, right?). We talk on and on, trying to catch up. He reminisces about the sisters and the good times we had. Then he starts talking about a new friend he has. Not a regular, but a girl that's married, as well, and likes to 'get out' occasionally. Her name is 'Vivian'. He says she's a large girl that just loves sex. She has large tits with inverted nipples, and goes nuts when you pinch them in the throes...
It turns out he thinks she would like to meet with me some time. I hesitate, but agree. It does sound interesting. A couple of nights later, he introduces us at a trade show downtown. Since we all work in the same industry, it seemed natural. We have dinner and then start making the rounds. The drinks flow nicely. Not too much, just enough to start to loosen up. I keep wondering what the program is. How is he going to lead this on? We used to call him "Mr." Smooth. I had no doubts, nor reservations. I trust this guy.
So, before we know it we end up at a nice hotel, where he has a suite booked. We pick up a bottle of something smooth and head upstairs. We start to unwind, everyone knowing what the game is, and really loosen up. Vivian catches us both off guard when she pulls out a joint. She lights it up and offers it up after a tug. I haven't done this since high school, but, what the hell. Like I care at this point.
After a couple of joints and a few tips of the bottle (which we decide later Ken had deviously avoided) things start to really heat up. Vivian gets pretty friendly. We have become more comfortable with each other throughout the evening, and there was enough tension built up that something had better happen pretty fucking soon. She asks Ken why he had brought me here, since she had thought that he had done a pretty good job 'servicing' her. She teased about maybe not being man enough to keep up with her. Or maybe he had lost interest and wanted to offer me as a substitute or replacement. She started to cry. He felt pretty bad, and moved over to hold her. He hugged her and told her that none of that was even close. He just wanted to see two friends have a good time, and that she seemed to be open to expanding her horizons. After a while she started to calm down. He brushed her hair back and started to caress her temples. A gentle kiss followed, with such a soft delivery that there was little mystery left behind Mr. Smooth. He was the real deal. I watched him as he mentally and physically reassured her that he would never harm her. Well, not in any way against her will, that is.
I am not sure to this day about his intention as to what happened next, I had half expected him to leave us at this point. But I sat there and watched him kiss and caress her into a frenzy. She was breathing more quickly as each minute passed, and as he worked her over I could see her melt. He slowly started to remove her blouse. I don't know if she even knew it was happening. In a slight-of-hand type of maneuver, the bra was gone. That was quite a feat considering the size of it and its content. And there they were – very large, but quite firm and shapely for their size. The nipples were definitely inverted. They almost looked like belly buttons. I had a strange urge to stick my tongue into them.
So there she sat. Her hair was black, medium length and curly. It draped across her shoulders in a very sexy way. I have a great appreciation for bare shoulders, and the way her hair framed hers it was the perfect accent for her chest. Ken had resumed his kissing and was working his way slowly across her face. He gently worked across her chin and along her jaw with a half nibble/half kiss. When he got to her ear, he augmented his stimulation by moving his hands to her tits. She let out a long soft moan and threw her head back into the cushion of the sofa. She definitely responded well to the combination.
Ken stood up and removed his coat, tie, and shirt. He was a slender, well-cut man with dark features. She laid there and stared directly into his eyes. It was obvious she was his, to have his way with. As he leaned over her and resumed his efforts, I started to realize that, although this was very erotic and an interesting show, it was not what I had in mind. I was trying to decide how to gracefully exit without disturbing them. Then I thought "What the hell". I may as well get some enjoyment from this. I removed my coat, loosened my tie and unzipped my trousers. As I sat back in my chair and massaged my dick, I watched as Ken worked his way down to her tits and started to tease her nipples with his lips and teeth. He would work on one for a while, then switch to the other. Every once in a while she would let out a cute squeal.