It was a fantasy that we had both wanted for a long time, this whole threesome thing. But as it turns out, finding a man-a decent, respectful, sane man for a one time threesome with two women isn't the easiest thing in the world. Pete was our 15th attempt at this. The other 14 included underage kids, a few frat boys, and one very married man with a very crazy wife who followed him and harassed us for weeks after.
So, needless to say, we were both going into this meeting with some trepidation.
I looked over at my girlfriend of 7 years as she was putting on her makeup, and felt a warm rush of affection (and desire) run through me. Mel was gorgeous at 5' 8", dark blond hair, bright blue eyes, and curves in all the right places. She was decked out in a sexy black short skirt and blue corset, and I knew she wore nothing under the skirt but cleanly shaven skin.
She eyes met mine in the mirror. "I see those wheels turning. What are you thinking?"
I smiled, shrugged. "How beautiful you are. You know, the norm."
Mel lowered the eye pencil and leaned toward me for a quick kiss. "Nervous about tonight?"
I sighed, turned to face my reflection in the mirror. I wore a similar ensemble to Mel's, but my corset was red and black, and my breasts were barely contained within it. I also wore nothing under my short black skirt, had lacey thigh highs on my legs, and sexy "Come fuck me heels on my feet." Like Mel, I'm 5'8", so the heels put me near the 6 foot mark. My hair was red, on the short side, curly, and wild, and my green eyes shined with anticipation.
"Well," I started, answering her question, "it's been more than 7 years since either of us has been with a man."
Mel's mouth quirked into a hint of a smile, "Think you forgot where it goes?"
I laughed. "No. I'm pretty sure it'll be like riding a bike. I'm just wondering if this guy will be normal."
She turned from the mirror, and pulled me toward her, wrapping her arms around my waist. Mel kissed me gently, and brushed my hair from my face. "Look at it this way, baby. If nothing else, we have a nice dinner, and then we have a hotel room to play all night in. We'll just make it a romantic night for the two of us."
I leaned in and sucked on her bottom lip, sliding my tongue over it before straightening up. "You look amazing."
She smiled, "So do you."
I moved so that I could see us together in the mirror, "Well, any guy would be lucky to be with us tonight."
As planned, we arrived at the restaurant early so that we could choose our vantage point, and were seated at one of the tables at the edge of the restaurant, facing the restaurant and bar. This was a favorite place of ours, with great Mexican food in an upscale atmosphere.
We slid onto the bench seat so that we could look out over the place and watched the front door for our date. The anticipation was making me so horny, and I leaned over to whisper as much in Mel's ear.
It was also so hot knowing that both of us wore short skirts with nothing underneath, and with no table cloths on the tables, there was a possibility that anyone watching could see right up our skirts. I rested my hand on her bare thigh, rubbing gently. She pressed her leg against mine under the table. I slid my hand down between her thighs, stroking the skin on the inside of her leg. Mel moaned softly and opened her legs for me. I accepted the invitation and slid my hand up to stroke the soft skin of her clean shaven lips. I could feel how hot she was, and felt her hand come to rest on my upper thigh on bare skin.
I slid a finger between her lips into her wetness and sought out her clit. She was so wet, and I so badly wanted to crawl under the table and slide my tongue up into her pussy to taste her. I settled for sliding a finger into her, and slowly fucking her with it, covering it with her juices. As I removed it to suck her juices off of my finger, our date arrived.
Pete was better looking than the picture he'd sent us. At 6'6", he had dark hair, warm brown eyes, and had a lean, yet solid build. I had no fear that we'd break him.
And by the look in his eye and the sizeable bulge in his pants, I could tell he knew what was going on under the table.
I smiled at him, and beckoned him over. "Hi, handsome." I said as he settled in at the table.
"Hi ladies. Looks like you've already started." He replied.
My response was cut short by the arrival of the server. After ordering a round of margaritas and guacamole, I returned my hand to her thigh, and smiled at him. "Do you mind that we've started?"
He chuckled and shook his head, "Not at all. I just wish I could watch it. The view that I had from the door was amazing."
It was such a turn on knowing that the people across the restaurant could see very clearly what we were doing, and I found myself spreading my legs a little wider. Mel took the opportunity to slide her hand down between the lips of my pussy, over my clit, and slid two fingers in me. I couldn't help the moan that escaped from my lips. Her thumb found my clit, and it took all of my ability to not scream out in pleasure. I managed a smile as the server set down our order, but I'm fairly sure he knew something was going on.
She brought me right to the brink of cumming, and stopped. I moaned in frustration, but she turned my head towards her and kissed me gently. "Just wait 'til later, baby." She whispered.
With that motivation, we quickly finished our drinks and appetizers, paid the bill, and Pete followed us in his car to the hotel.
Having had the foresight to check in and stock the room with libations earlier that day, we were able to go straight up to the room. It the elevator, Mel and I couldn't keep our hands off of each other. As the doors opened on our floor, I took Mel's hand in mine and reached back to grab Pete's hand and the three of us made our way down the hallway to our suite.