"Let's look together. I think I saw her going outside."
I was so relieved to hear that, I didn't mind the offer to get me outside, an offer I've always refused.
There is a large parking lot around Sassy's and lots of the departing people gather in it but there was no sign of Jaime. I was getting worried when my 'T.B.& H.' started to chuckle, "I think we should go back inside for a little while."
"Why?" Even as I said it I saw them: not too deep into the field behind the bar but they obviously couldn't care less. As one of the 'free drink guys' lay beside her, the other massaged her leg, carefully working her calves and ankles. I looked at her with shock, as I had never even imagined her doing something like this! The tug on my arm reminded me that I could leave. (Jaime had driven but this kind guy was offering me a ride! Wooo hooo! Score!!) Captivated, I just couldn't turn away. My guy bent down, gave me a small kiss on the cheek and said, "We can sit over there if you don't want to leave her alone with them but I think she's all right."
The small bushes and tree he pointed out were rather close and I let him lead me there. And, from there, we watched two young boys gently remove Jaime's shoes and nylons; her blouse and bra; her panties and wristwatch. They had seen us but did not seem to think that our watching was much of a problem. The boys were equally slow and patient removing their own clothing: it did not look as though they were just dying to rape her. And, Jaime helped them, one at a time.
In a few minutes, one boy had his mouth on Jaime's breast and the other kissed her deeply. Their hands seemed to glide over her moonlit skin, moving her to writhe with pleasure. A tongue on her belly, a finger in her mouth, a gasp as she tightened her grip between one boy's legs. Both lying beside her, turning her head from side to side to kiss each in turn. A gentle, quiet question ('Are you sure?'), a slight nod to the left and right, and a boy moved his head between Jaime's legs. Her soft moan made me squirm against my guy. He wrapped me a bit closer to him and we watched Jaime open her mouth and take the other, also, slowly and deeply.
With a hand on her breast, the boy between her legs began to change his intent; no longer did he kiss and lick for his pleasure, but for hers. Jaime undulated against his mouth and she arched her back while a muted yell slipped past the penis gently sliding in and out of her mouth. With her passion not yet spent, her mouth was filled with wave after wave of his passion. (I was panting by now and was relieved to see that my man had not noticed how excited I was. He smiled as the boy emptied himself on Jaime's cheeks and neck). Lifting his face from her wet, brown hair, the other boy kissed his way up her stomach, nipples, neck, and face. And, when his body was fully over her, Jaime very slowly spread her legs and, reaching down, pulled him down and into her. He kissed her and waited for her to nod before gently rising and thrusting deeply inside her. The other boy stroked her hair and neck with one hand and her nearest thigh with the other. Never increasing his pace, the boy mated slowly, deeply, and gently until he clutched her shoulders and looked into her eyes as he came in her. Jaime wrapped her arms around him until he was calmed and he reluctantly slid off of her. A small laugh and Jaime invited the other boy on top of her, inside her. As he began pumping into her, I couldn't sit still any more. I was shaking when I turned to 'my man' and kissed his cheek. He surprised me by saying,
"Are you ready for me to take you home now?" I was almost certain I'd have to say, 'Not yet, like that, with me' but he seemed to understand that I'm not quite like Jaime. We quietly left her there being ridden smoothly but firmly by the second boy. None of them noticed our departure.
My man (Damn! Was I calling him that already?) drove me home and we exchanged phone numbers outside of my apartment. As he was about to leave me at the front steps (and now I wasn’t eager for him physically but I wanted him just the same and felt a pang of remorse), I thought of all we'd just seen and how much of a gentleman he was. I couldn't help blurting,
"Look, uh, I'm really not at all like Jaime, but, if I was...you know, interested, I'd sorta like..."
I was dying of embarrassment but he bailed me out.
"I think I know you, but, just in case you ever want to try something different, I've got a friend I think you'll like. He's a lot like me although he's pretty shy. But, 'Stem' and I go way back..."
