This time I didn't bother to ask how Pat's massage session had gone when I got home that evening. She also didn't mention it, but again she later showed up in the living room in that lavender teddy to drag me off to the bedroom for another tremendous fuck. I very tactfully mentioned that I noticed she had done a little "personal grooming" and that I really liked it. No response, but at least she wasn't pissed off when I said it.
The gap until the third session was only five days. Pat entered the reception area at La Chateau to find a sweet young thing manning the reception desk this time. She introduced herself as Irina and told Pat that she would let Mona know she was here. Dressed in the same sort of uniform that Mona had worn the first session, she dissappeared to the back, then shortly reappeared to then escort Pat back to session room two and instructed her to make herself comfortable. Once again there was an open bottle of prosecco and two glasses. Pat poured herself some and began to undress.
On the other side of the one way mirror I watched as she slipped off her top. My cock was buried in Mona's mouth at the time and she watched with sidelong glances as she slurped away. Off came Pat's jeans and she stood in matching black bra and panties for another minute or two sipping the prosecco, then tossing back the remainder of the glass and pouring some more. Off came the bra, followed by the panties.
I couldn't beleieve my eyes. She had shaved her pussy completely bare. Before I realized what was happening, I blew my wad in Mona's mouth. The sight of Pat with a smooth snatch was more than I could handle. After so many years of yearning to have her do so, now she had.
Mona was a little surprised at my eruption as well, but handled it in stride, swallowing it all, then giggling as she squeezed the last drops from me. She stood up, kissed me on the cheek and fastened her robe back up before exiting the black room. When she appeared on the other side of the glass, she was the model of composure, strutting in, closing the door, than slipping the robe off. This week she had chosen obscenely high black stillettoes and her g-sting was a skimpy little patch of sheer black mesh.
She strutted across the room directly to Pat and slipped her hands around her neck, drawing them together and softly kissed her, then more intensely, winding up with her tongue probing it's way into Pat's mouth who all too anxiously accepted it. My cum had filled her mouth only a minute or two earlier. I wondered if my taste was still there, now being shared with Pat.
One of Mona's hands wandered down to Pat's crotch and gently explored. She gave a little "mmmmm..." and they both giggled. "Up on the table" she instructed and as Pat did so, Mona sipped some prosecco from the half empty glass that she had been working on, then slipped off the g-string. Standing there in the stillttoes her posture made her breasts seem to be begging for attention, that ever so slight and feminine b-cup shape punctuated by firmly erect nipples.
