The small railway station was almost deserted as she got off the train. As usual there was one British Rail employee manning the gate and a bored looking younger woman in the ticket office. Lacey smiled at both of them as she made her way out into the chill evening air, her suitcase banging against her shins as she walked. Checking her watch she began her journey out towards the main road where, hopefully, he would be waiting for her.
The small, white, sports car was parked just out of sight of the station and she hurried towards it, seeing his arm snake out to open the passenger side door.
"Hi." Her voice, soft and low, filled the car and he smiled back at her.
"Hi, yourself." He climbed out, opened the boot and deposited her suitcase effortlessly within. Once he was back in the car he reached over, running a soft leather covered thumb across her lips before starting the engine and easing out into the empty street.
There were no more words, there never were until they had left the town behind and were speeding along the country roads towards their destination. The hedgerows, full of blossom, and the green fields beyond caught her eye as the dusk claimed them and she watched as they flew by. A man of few words she knew her companion would talk when he was ready and was more than happy to just sit and enjoy his company silently until then.
The email she had received two days before her trip had promised her a long weekend where fantasies would be fulfilled and dreams realized. Her imaginings had been lurid and exciting over the previous nights and she was wet and aroused even though he had said not a word. If previous liaisons were anything to go by there would be at least another half an hour's travelling before they reached the destination he had chosen.
"Have you thought about what I said?" His words shocked her, not because of their content but because he had spoken without moving, his eyes still glued to the road, his hands relaxed against the wheel.
"Oh yes, constantly. I love a mystery as you know and you certainly weren't giving very much away. I've been wracking my brains to try and remember all the things I've told you. Things I've told no one else, I might add."
The smile, as enigmatic as ever, caused her heart to beat a little faster and she reached across to rest her hand on his hard, muscular thigh.
"Can you at least tell me where we're going?"
"Of course. We're going to meet up with a friend of mine for a couple of days, his name's Steve, we've known each other for years."
"I see." She didn't, and for a while the silence returned to the car. "We've never needed anyone else before, is he going to be with us the whole time?"
"Would that worry you?" There was something about his tone, the way he glanced momentarily in her direction, which made her next words catch in her throat.
"I ... I don't know. Can I play it by ear?"
"You know you can. Have I ever forced you to do anything you didn't want to?" The car slowed as he spoke. His voice was serious now and she realized he was actually stopping. Reaching out his hand he cupped her face, pulling her gently towards him and, finally, their lips touched. She felt his fingers in her hair, his tongue against her flesh as she opened her mouth and let him in. The kiss, gentle but passionate, took her breath away and she moved back as she looked into his deep blue eyes and smiled.
"No, you have never forced me. I trust you, implicitly. In many ways I have no choice, but it has never been a problem."
"You are too trusting, I've told you that before, but I won't hurt you, or force you into anything. Now, is it ok if we continue our journey?"
"No, one more kiss, please? I've missed you."
There was no gentleness this time, they let their tongues clash and she reached out, feeling his arousal through his trousers. Whatever was planned had him excited, hard to her touch, and she relaxed against him, certain she would enjoy it, whatever it was.
The house, a small cottage whose garden ran up into a hill behind it, was painted white and had a tiny lawn in front. Lacey looked around as she carefully extricated herself from the car. They had driven through a village large enough only for two pubs, a small supermarket and an infant's school along with old and new houses nestling together. Now, appreciating the isolation around her, she knew why they were going to Steve's house rather than a hotel.
"David, it's good to see you." The voice boomed into her consciousness and she turned. "And you must be Lacey. Come in, both of you, kettle's on, although you'll want beer I expect." Steve slapped his friend on the back as the two of them passed and she laughed.
"He has you well worked out."
"Well, you're wrong, both of you, I would love a cup of tea." She stuck her tongue out at him, laughing as she did so and then watched, dumbstruck, as Steve moved closer to David, his eyes alight with passion as their lips touched.
The difference between the two men, one greying with a beard and the other, dark haired, clean-shaven and a little taller was emphasized as they moved together. Lacey, feeling slightly embarrassed, stepped back to give them room only to see David looking at her over Steve's shoulder. His look stopped her in her tracks and, feeling somewhat voyeuristic, she watched as he closed his eyes and lost himself in the most erotic kiss Lacey thought she had ever seen.
"Sorry about that," Steve's voice, husky from the moment sounded anything but apologetic. "It's been too long since we've been together, and you have to admit he is a fabulous kisser."
"Oh yes, I definitely agree with that, and don't worry, it was hot to watch." Steve looked at David for a second before speaking.
"May I?"
David inclined his head and Lacey caught her breath as Steve moved closer to her. His lips, soft and warm, brushed hers as a hand rested lightly on her arse. She leaned against him, the heat of his body spurring her on. A tongue ran across her skin and she opened her mouth, accepting him as readily as David had done, enjoying the different taste, the different sensations and surrendering herself to whatever lay ahead.
For a while they had been sitting in the lounge, a roaring fire taking the chill off the spring evening. The conversation had been easy and relaxed, the music in the background just enough to fill any silences pleasantly. Steve had sat on the sofa first, pulling David down next to him and Lacey had made herself comfortable against the chest of her lover, wondering how things would work as the evening progressed.
David's lips touched fleetingly at her hairline, tiny butterfly kisses designed to entice and enflame. She moved her head, arching her neck and inviting him to do more.
"I want you, Lacey, but I want Steve too, is that alright with you?" He breathed the words into her ear, softly, huskily, and she closed her eyes.
Once she knew he had finished speaking she turned to capture his lips with her own. For a minute or two there were no words, but then, her eyes dark with lust, she smiled again.
"Yes, let me see him take you, David, see him fuck that sweet arse of yours before you do the same to me."
"Are you sure, baby?" His words were still soft against her ear and she nodded.
"Yes, I am so hot for you, I want to see you, feel you, watch you."
"And Steve?" If the other man heard his name he made no sign of it. Lacey knew he was waiting, watching, wondering what would happen and she looked him in the eye as she answered.
"Maybe. The thought of the two of you together excites me, so let's see how it goes, ok?"
David nodded before moving so he could reach out towards Steve. This time it was he who initiated the kiss and Lacey again found herself watching. David's hand covered Steve's cock, the outline of which was easily seen through his jeans. She leant forward so she could do the same to David only to find a hand already there. Between them they began to rub and stroke at David's dick, working together to the sounds of his moaning.
"Fuck, that feels so good, touch me, and let me feel your hands on me."
David leant back on the sofa and Lacey and Steve, one on either side began to undress him. Long red fingernails worked on shirt buttons as sturdier, stronger ones undid the snap on his trousers, lowering the zipper before reaching inside to free the rock hard, eight inches of flesh that they both wanted.
Lifting his hips David pushed down on his clothes before kicking them off onto the carpet. Lacey removed the shirt and leant forward taking a nipple into her mouth, her tongue teasing it back and forth as she saw Steve begin to lick the mushroom head of the now solid cock.
"Oh, God." The words, more a groan in reality, only spurred them on. Lacey, her fingers playing with the nipple she wasn't suckling at, paused in her ministrations to kiss her lover. Their tongues were languid against each other as she felt David's hand reach up to search out her left breast. "Strip for me, baby, let me see you, show Steve what you look like."
She stood up, aware of the audience she had, and listened to the music in the background for a moment before beginning to sway in time with it. Glad she had worn a soft, silky shirt with her jeans Lacey began undoing the buttons before sliding it down her arms and onto the floor. She reached out for Steve, pulling him towards her and dancing with him slowly, grinding herself against the outline of his hard cock before pulling at his t-shirt. She lifted it up and over his head to expose a smooth muscular chest running down to a slightly soft belly and a treasure trail of dark hair, which disappeared into his jeans. His hands teased at the button on her trousers, pushing them down, revealing the tiny thong she had chosen for David, a slip of black lace, which matched the bra she still wore.
