I wrote this many years ago for a competition in which it came second.
I rounded the corner to our pre-arranged meeting place and saw you straight away, smiling to myself. It has been a while since we have been able to meet up. You don't seem to be alone though which confuses me, but as soon as you see my car you wave me over. I pull in by the kerb and you open the front door explaining that you have bumped into an old very good friend unexpectedly on the train and you ask if I mind if he joins us. Though your companion is an attractive man, my heart sinks, but I try not to show it saying of course it's OK.. You both clamber into the car, you in the front, your friend, Pete, in the back. You lean over and give me a hello kiss..... slightly more than a peck, and it felt good. I could feel myself blushing slightly, so get the car into gear and off we go. As it turned out, Pete was infact an extremely amiable man to have in the car, and he kept us both entertained not only in the car, but throughout the afternoon. As we wandered around, you made it obvious to him that you and I were very much together with gentle touches, hand holding and attentiveness. I felt settled and relaxed thoroughly enjoying the day despite my earlier misgivings.
We went to the hotel where we had booked a room and dumped our overnight things in our room. For a few moments, it was just you and me. You wrapped your arms around me, held me close and gave me a long lingering kiss before saying we ought to get back down before Pete wondered what we were getting up to. For the second time that day, my heart sank as I wondered when he would go and leave us alone. The evening rumbled on. We had a lovely meal and by this time I was getting tired and I really just wanted to have you to myself. At last, Pete made signs he was getting ready to go and asked if he could freshen up in our room before taking his leave, so we both take him up there. As he toddles into the bathroom, we both settle down on the sofa in our room, and again your arm goes around me, and again you give me a long lingering kiss. You taste wonderful with a hint of the wine you had for supper. This time the kiss turns into another and another. I feel your hand finding its way up under my top and your bare hand is on my skin as it finds its way up to my breast. Expertly you find my nipple and start to play with it through the satin of my bra. I am lost in the moment
Pete has been all but forgotten. Our kissing is rapidly becoming more passionate as your hands tease my breasts. My nipples feel as though they are directly connected to my groin area as I feel you arousing me. Your mouth is on mine again and your hands playing with both my boobs. We hear Pete come into the room and I make to sit up, but you kiss me again, and your fingers renew their ministrations. I feel Pete sitting down next to me, and again I make to sit up and cover myself, but your mouth just kisses me harder, deeper. I finally realise that you want Pete to watch us. You continue kissing me until you feel me relaxing again, your hands gently stroking me. I feel your fingers slowly undoing my buttons, just one at a time, allowing me to get used to each bit of exposure slowly. I decide, my best course of action is just to keep my eyes closed and enjoy what you're doing to me.
My blouse is now fully undone and open. I can feel a cool draught on my skin. It's refreshing. I sit back, leaning against the back of the sofa, eyes still closed, and actually starting to enjoy what's happening. You slide my blouse down my arms and reach round with one hand and expertly undo my bra clips. As soon as they are undone, the straps seem to find their own way down my arms slowly. Your mouth finds mine again and your hands once again play with my breasts. My nipples feel as though they are on fire they are so sensitive. I feel a nipple gently taken into a mouth, and it takes me a moment to realise it can't be yours as you are still concentrating on mjne. It feels so good I don't care and my breathing quickens. I am desperate to feel your naked skin so at last, I brave opening my eyes and look at you. For now, the only way I can deal with this is not looking at Pete. He seems to understand and sits back while I concentrate on your shirt buttons, facing you. As I slowly undo them, one by one, Pete's arms come around me from behind and gently cup my breasts, supporting them. You look spellbound as you watch him gently play with them.
My hands drop to your thighs and you place yours over mine, guiding my hands to your now very noticeable bulge. I gently squeeze your rock hard cock. You undo the button at the waist and undo the fly freeing yourself. But before I can touch you, you turn me round to face Pete. At first I'm not sure what you want, but then twig you want me to undo his shirt too. I look at him and his face gives me the go ahead. Rather clumsily I undo the buttons, pushing it down his arms. He has a lovely chest, quite hairy, well-toned, extremely attractive actually. This time it's your hands that reach round me from behind ad play with my breasts. As you do, you gently push me forward, towards Pete who also moves forward and we tentatively kiss, which quickly becomes a passionate snog.