The spell is broken by the sound of keys dropping to the ceramic tile floor.
I turn around and see Megan by the front door, all six athletic feet of her on wedges, leaning over at the hip to pick up what she dropped. You smile at me, then her and say "see, I told you he would!"
Megan responds with a flustered giggle, clearly unsure what to do, not just with the keys in her hand. Her response makes me acutely aware that you and I are not wearing any clothes from the waist down. "How long have you been there?" I ask. "Oh, long enough" you answer for her, beckoning her to come towards us.
My cock, not fully erect, but heavy and unrelieved, twitches as Megan approaches. "My, you ARE glad to see her, aren't you?" you say wryly, as you take a step towards her and reach for her hand. "We spoke about you last night," you continue, looking back at me: "Megan said that I was making it all up in my head..." "I did not", comes a quiet retort: ""I said it was a nice fantasy. Very nice!" she smiles shyly as you bring her closer to us.
"Turns out Megan here has had a crush on you for over a year. Being a little shy is no joke around you, but we compared notes and came up with a brilliant evil scheme," the two you look at each other, turn to me in showgirl poses and giggle: "what do you think?"
"It seems a little unreal," I say humbly. "Oh, it's real enough" your face lights up as you grab her hand again and guide it to my crotch: "WE have agreed, for this to work WE are both yours!" Megan's hand is cold, it brings short relief as blood yet again rush to my cock and it grows fully erect.
You watch as her fingers close around my rod: "Oh come on! I needed both hands to do that," you make fake pouty lips, which I kiss softly, run my hand down the front of your skimpy singlet and cup your round breasts through the fabric, pinching each nipple between my thumb and index finger. Megan smiles cautiously from the reaction her clenching action provokes; her eyes laying bare lust and intimidation in equal measures. She turns towards you and speaks in a soft voice: "you are right, it is massive."
"We'll figure it out," you reassure her as you reach up around her shoulders to kiss Megan on the lips. She seems a little taken aback by this show of affection, but quickly lets go of my cock and respond in kind. Her hands rub your shoulders and slide down your back, pulling you closer. Stretching on your toes like this, your beautiful bubble butt is completely exposed.
I drop to the rug covered floor and watch your petting intensify. Reaching up, you stroke her hair, kissing her intently. Her hands, exploring your body, comes to a rest under your butt-cheeks. I realize I am not completely ignored when she lifts and turns you slightly to give me a direct view of your ass. A quiet smile from over your shoulder signals her objective. I nod in approval and lick my lips as she pulls your cheeks apart and let me take in the view of your perfect bud and your full and puffed pussy lips from the rear.
As your cuddling becomes more involved, I feel like I am in the dream I had less than half an hour ago. I can't help cradling my heavy balls and cock from the display in front of me. Her long fingers playfully run the length of your crotch, parting your aroused lips glistening in the afternoon sunlight. Pre cum forms at the tip of my bulbous head as I take in the sexy scene of your body twitching in response to her lightly probing your puckered bud with her index finger; entering as you thrust yourself up against the protruding digit.
You pull away slightly, forcing your ass free from Megan's hold, and drop your arms from around her neck. Her big eyes lock with mine and opens even wider as your hands make their way down the front of her dress.
Moving behind her for my benefit, you grab her breasts and cradle them. They are small and perky; even wearing a bra her erected nipples point through the sheer fabric of the turquoise sun dress as you playfully run your hands over the fabric. Her gaze now on my cock, you rub them lazily and she responds with a quiet moan, exhaling deeply, relaxing further into her desires.
You have more pressing matters to attend to, as you let go of her breasts and your hands glide further down the front of her dress, arriving at the hem. You catch my attention from out behind her, and beam: "Do you want to do the honor?"
Her steel blue eyes shine as you lift her dress up. You crouch down, resting the hem on top of her hips as we are on our knees either side of her. I start kissing her abdomen, poking her belly button with my tongue, her muscles contract and she tries to wiggle away. She laughs out loud and grab my head for balance as you hold her in place, sandwiched between us.
Her tail shooting out, you burrow your face in between her butt cheeks, stretching the front panel of her panties, provoking more wiggles and yelps of delight. Her arousal from the attention we shower on her is clear as I inhale the lustful scent of her. Rolling the simple white lace panties down her thighs. I freeze and break out in a wide grin realizing her mound is clean shaven. I look up at her face, she titters and pulls my face back to her crotch "I knew you would love that," you comment casually: "wait until you see the rest."
