As promised, Mark arranged a date with Izabel and Antoinette, simultaneous. The ladies were content with Mark choosing and arranging the site and time for this initial meeting. It allowed them both to focus on their preparation and appearance for each other. One of the worst feelings was not having enough time to primp when you want to look your sexiest and best! Mark had been generous with sharing photos among the three of them, so at least they both knew how the other looked and a had a general idea of body type. But that was all he shared.
He promised himself he would not taint their opinions by offering his own thoughts (or dreams!) or accidentally saying a word or phrase that could make them form an impression based solely on his feelings. Of course, he was very hopeful they would hit it off. Since he was attracted to both women and loved to have sex and spend time with them both, he was jumping out of skin imaging them all together. His fantasy list was quite long already, and that was all in naked trysts. His mind had yet to move north from his groin to ponder how their relationships could grow beyond just fucking each other. It would be a bit before he got fantasy overload!
Mark decided on one of his favorite restaurants, Pond of Lights. It was a remote yet wildly popular outdoor ranch, it's center piece a large pond. Lights festooned the edges and the tables, set around the pond in private arrangements. Some were even screened by foliage, the perfect cover for trysts and private gatherings. He did not choose this location solely for it's privacy. There was also an abundance of beauty, nature, and fresh food on the menu. The crowning point for Mark were the small cabins on the property that were rent-able for a night, or two.
He had initially convinced himself he wanted to go there for the food, atmosphere, and neutrality. However, now that the date night was here, his smaller head was in charge and was already fantasizing of getting them all together in the cabin he had reserved. Did the ladies know about the cabins? Sure they did. They both had already gone there in their minds too, which was why there were no questions or hesitations once the location had been announced. Mark had started a group text and kept both ladies up to date. Upon receiving the date, time and location of their dinner, both Antoinette and Izabel had re-vamped their clothing choice and added a small overnight satchel. Better to be prepared for a sleepover, than assume nothing further than dinner and maybe smooching would happen!
Izabel was in the shower, the hot water steaming down her back while she used her loofah on her arms and legs. The sweat and dust from gardening washed off her brown skin and pooled down the drain. The naked ladies were blooming again. She had only two in one spot, and she immediately named them I and A.
"Hmmm.. two naked ladies out in the wild, two naked ladies blowing in the breeze..."
One naked lady alone in the shower with hot steamy water and soap... she let her hand remain longer below her flat belly, and her fingers crept down and into her soft curly hair. Using her second and third fingers she stroked her clit and circled slowly, pressing gently on her heated flesh. Her other hand was still soapy and she used the lather to roll her nipple and squeeze it between her fingers. Closing her eyes she imagined what she might do in a shower with Antoinette, or if not her, another woman. They would move slow, and gently explore each other's bodies under the steam. They would kiss, perhaps first each other's lips, but again maybe not. Maybe it would not be slow and romantic steamy, maybe it would be a passion-driven burst of hormonal sex with immediate fucking followed by languid exploration. Maybe she'd be down on the shower floor with her face in her naked flower, sucking the nectar while her boobs were pulled and teased. Maybe they'd be smashed up against the tile wall, fingering each other off while trying to stay upright. Or perhaps there would be no sex in the shower, just cleaning and hugging, the sex saved for the chaise lounge freshly covered in soft sheets.
Izabel was trying to focus on one of the scenarios running through her head when her phone alarm went off. She often set the alarm before showering. She tended to get carried away at times and had been late to a meeting, or two, because she was enjoying her shower sex without thought of time passing. Wow, it was a good thing she had the foresight to think she might get distracted tonight. No sex now, but she did need to rinse again after running those thoughts through her head. Turning off the water and stepping out onto the bathmat, she grabbed the towel, dried off her hands, and reached for her phone to silence the alarm. And then she saw the text from Antoinette, sent to both her and Mark in their group thread.
"Good evening sexy lady! Looking forward to our date night soon.... Hugs and kisses, Anton" followed by a red lips emoji and red rose, and then followed by a photo. Anton seated in a chair, one leg thrown over the side and other on the floor, hands on either side, wearing nothing but semi-sheer red lingerie.
Across town Anton was ready to leave her apartment for their date. After sending the text to Mark and Izabel, Antoinette covered her sheer lingerie with her favorite bright red outfit: a swishing red pantsuit with a cut out back, deep V plunge in the front with a fitted waistline that flowed into seam split legs. Her breasts nestled inside the material, perky and full, her nipples pointing in front of her. The sheerness of her bra did little to smooth the tips. The underclothing was purely for the fun of stripping off the outer clothing. The outfit was tight enough from neck to mid-thigh to completely reveal her fit and lean musculature, and the side split seams in the billowing legs flashed her very tan and defined legs. Black boots, black handbag, black antique choker, and earrings completed her outfit. She liked to keep it simple and two colors often worked for her. Besides, she was currently into red and black- it matched her very dark curly hair with reddened highlights.
Inside her not-so-tiny handbag was a clean red thong, a compact toothbrush and toothpaste, a folding hairbrush, mints, chap stick, her wallet, and her phone. She did not need keys tonight. Mark was also picking both ladies up from their homes and he was designated driver. Since logistically it made sense to pick up Anton last, she waited until he had parked outside her place until she opened her door. Sometimes it was all about that first impression. This was her forte, and she knew how to make an entrance. She also knew that four eyes were going to be watching her, and she wanted those eyes to convey to heads and groins that she was fucking gorgeous. Her phone was open on the August app, her door lock. All she had to do was hit the screen when she closed the door. So much better than turning her back and fumbling with a key in the lock.
They were here. Mark's car had just pulled to a stop at the curb. He and Izabel had an unobstructed view of Anton's short walkway, the four steps up to her door, and her slightly ajar front door. Throwing back her shoulders, straightening her already perfect posture and jutting out her chest, Antoinette pulled her door open, and poised. The light behind her silhouetted her letter X stance. Here I Am! Arms up and out, legs open, turned out and balanced on the balls of feet in demi pointe, she pivoted from side to side, the pant suit material blowing in the gentle breeze. She stepped forward, pulling the door closed from behind her, touched her phone to lock it, and then floated down the stairs. She did not walk to the car, she strutted down the biggest fashion show runway in town, grinning the whole time.
The reaction from inside the car was immediate. Both Mark and Izabel were thinking, how did I land a date with this amazing creature?? This was a side Mark had not seen yet, and he reacted like a schoolboy on his first visit to second base- a hard on. Izabel was suddenly warm and pulsing between her legs. She spared a quick glance at Mark, noticed the growing bulge in his grey slacks, and reached over to stroke that rod. Mark in turn slid his hand under her dark green layered skirt, brushed aside the layer of tulle that added a little lift to the material, and stroked the inside of her thigh. Izabel was wearing one of his favorite outfits. Her hazel eyes looked green when she wore the skirt and light green V-neck blouse. Her three-inch heels matched the shade of her skirt, and added miles to her already lovely, lengthy legs. Izabel rarely wore hose, they just got in the way. And this night was no different. Her skin glowed like dark amber honey, and tasted just as sweet. They looked at each other, grinned like kids in a candy store and quickly kissed. Mark recovered first, got out and opened the door for Izabel, and they all met on the sidewalk, arms and hands reaching and hugging.
"Hi Antoinette, I'm really glad to meet you in person, and I just have to say, you are fuckin' gorgeous! Love the outfit!" Izabel gushed before anyone else could say anything. Both Mark and Anton laughed, and then Anton leaned into Izabel and without hesitating kissed her hard on the lips. Her lips were soft and tasted like vanilla, unlike Izabels' own taste of honeyed pomegranate. It was Izabel who first pushed her tongue through, and when it met Anton's they danced inside their worlds. When satiated for the moment, both ladies pulled away, looked into each other's eyes, and laughed.
