My Thoughts Are Your Thoughts Ch 07

My Thoughts Are Your Thoughts 7

One bright autumn day, I got a phone call, which took me right back to my youth.

'Hello James?' the voice said, 'Guess who this is?' My heart skipped a beat.

'No need to guess, I'd know your voice even in the middle of Bondi Beach Miss Jones.' She laughed, while my cock went as hard as a stone.

'I'm coming up in a week or so and wondered if you'd like to meet up?' she said.

'I'd have to slit my wrists if I couldn't make that one,' I assured her, and so we made our arrangements to meet. She was going to be staying at a prestigious hotel in one of the leafy suburbs and I was really looking forward to seeing her. I put a few arrangement of my own in place for her entertainment over the coming weekend, and from there it was just a matter of waiting until it was time for her to arrive.

She called me from the hotel the afternoon she arrived sounding as excited as I was. 'Let's have dinner, catch up on what's been happening, and take it from there, shall we?' she suggested. I couldn't think of anything better, well I could, but women don't like to say, 'hello, let's fuck,' so the social wheels have to be oiled first, then you can say,' let's fuck!'

We met in the hotel reception; she had already booked a table for two in the hotel restaurant, which seemed conveniently close to her room, and a good thing too. She looked wonderful; my heart beat a little faster as she came down the hotel stairs wearing a classic black dress, just above the knee showing off her fabulous legs. Her long blonde hair wafted around her like a halo, and her smile just melted my heart once more.

'James,' she said, 'it's lovely to see you.' She kissed me then, lightly on the lips, a promise of things to come. 'It's been too long, but I have a whole week this visit, so maybe we can spend some time catching up?'

'I hope so Miss Jones,' I said. 'You look marvellous. I swear you look younger every time I see you.'

'James, you're such a flatterer, but if I do it's because I'm coming to meet you. That always gives me such a thrill - you do wonders for a woman's ego, you really do.' She took my arm, and we went into the restaurant, and within minutes we were seated at our table. I won't bore you with details of the meal; suffice to say that it was a lovely evening, spent in the company of an even lovelier woman. An intelligent, warm hearted and affectionate woman who I would be in bed with in less than an hour.

We dispensed with the coffee, and after dinner drinks, going straight to her room instead. She'd become increasingly flirtatious as the meal progressed, and we were both ready and primed for what was to follow. As the hotel room door closed behind us, she turned and took me in her arms. We kissed for long minutes, and I held her as if my life depended on it.

'Mmm... James, that feels so good,' she murmured in my ear. 'Let's lie down on the bed it's so much more comfortable darling.' I had to agree with her, and so we lay down.

'Wouldn't we be more comfortable with our clothes off? I suggested.

'A good idea,' she agreed, 'why don't you just undress me? I won't stop you I promise.' So, I undressed my lovely Miss Jones, first her shoes, kissing the insteps of her feet, then her dress, kissing and caressing her shoulders as I unzipped it. Her bra came next, and I kissed her breasts, and with her panties gone I kissed her cunt. Only her stockings remained, but they looked so good on her legs that I decided to leave them on. They weren't getting in the way of anything. In between undressing her, she'd been undressing me, and we were both naked and having a great time. Just two lovers enjoying the touch of skin and the sensations of pleasure, freely given and taken.

I drank in her beauty, her titties and pussy, her legs, beautiful, but especially dear to me when she opened them to let me see her pussy. I loved that pussy because it meant so much to me. I kissed it and touched it and she responded with sheer wanton lust. She was a creature of sex, her passions always near the surface when we were together, and I loved her for that.

'Miss Jones, you're little cunt is just perfect,' I told her.

'Thank you, James, and you know how much I love your cock. I just can't seem to get enough of it.' We made love far into the night in every combination we could think of until we were exhausted and fell asleep. In the morning I fucked her again in the shower before breakfast. It seemed like a good idea, and it was.

Later that morning, we went into the city so she could have a look round the shops and see how things had changed since her last visit. We went into one of the local pubs for a bar lunch, and it was there, I bumped into Charge Nurse Brown. I introduced her to Miss Jones, and she joined us for a drink. Nurse Brown chatted away with Miss Jones, and it was all very friendly. After she left Miss Jones asked who she was, but not in a jealous way.

'Ah,' I said, 'Charge Nurse Brown, Fiona. She was the nurse who helped save my life when I was in that car crash a few years back,'

'And?' she asked.

'We're occasional lovers,' I admitted.

'Ooh, baby, I'm so happy for you. She seems a really lovely person, and she's a bit of a looker too.'

'Yes, she is, but unfortunately she's spoken for. That's why we're, "occasional lovers," I explained.

'Nothing wrong with that darling,' she laughed. 'You ought to have a recreational outlet for that libido of yours,' she said, teasing me. 'She must be pretty damned sexy before you're giving her the time of day.' So, I explained how we'd met in the hospital, how she'd pulled the screens round the bed and given me a blowjob, and later that night how she'd come back for me, and we'd made love using the hospital machinery.

Much to my surprise, she was fascinated, not to mention turned on by my story. 'So, how often do you guys meet these days?' she asked me, and I told her, about once a month, sometimes more, depending on whether her partner was home, or if I was having a liaison with someone else.

'She's a good friend as well,' I added. 'Not just a convenient fuck. I think you liked her too, didn't you?'

'Yes, she seems alright to me, and if she's keeping my baby happy, then I like her even more. She's very pretty, she's definitely got something,' she said.

'Miss Jones,' I said in mock shock, 'I do believe you have the, "hots," for her.' She blushed then.

'Not exactly,' she explained. 'It's just that when I was speaking to her and wondering if she was your lover, I kept thinking of you fucking her; almost like a porno film playing in my mind. I felt damned horny, and now that you've confirmed she's your lover, the fucking movie keeps playing over and over. I'm wet,' she confessed.

'Oh, dear Miss Jones,' I said mocking her. 'We'd better get you home and out of those wet knickers before you catch your death of cold.'

Back at the hotel we had the wet panties off in no time and Miss Jones, seemed to be especially horny. Afterwards, as she lay in my arms and we fondled each other gently, she asked me again. 'Tell me more about Fiona,' she said, 'what kind of figure does she have, what does she like doing in bed? Is she a good lover, no don't answer that, it's a stupid question? You wouldn't keep going back to the well if the water was bad.'

'She has a great figure, slim but busty, great legs, and in bed she's game for just about anything. I suppose that description could fit you too,' I added.

'Apart from busty, she said, 'I've only got little tits.'

'Which I adore Miss Jones, don't knock your knockers.'

'Anything else?' she asked.

'Well... she does like it up her bum,' I confided.

'James, you've always told me you're not a back-door man. I'm shocked. You've never tried that with me. What's so special about her arse?' she said looking up at me.

'I'm not a back-door man, that's for sure. I don't like it because usually it's dirty and smelly, but with her it's different.

'Different, how's it different, does she shit roses?' she asked, trying to wind me up.

'No, nothing like that, but being a nurse, she knows all about enema's, so she just keeps giving herself enemas until the water runs clear. Apparently, she read somewhere that porn stars do it like that to avoid the mess when they're working on a film, and she does the same. It works; she's always clean, no smell, and no mess. She likes it, so if there's no mess I'm happy to fuck her up the arse. I fuck her cunt too,' I added.

'Well knock me down with a bottle, you learn something new every day,' she laughed. Then, more seriously she asked, 'would you fuck me up the arse too if I did that?'

'If that's what you wanted. You know I'd do just about anything for you,' I said seriously.

'I think I'd like to give it a try if you don't mind,' she finally said.

'Damn it, I keep thinking of

this

, going into her mouth, and her cunt, and it's making me so horny,' she said. I said nothing but picked up my mobile phone from the bedside cabinet. She tried to grab it out of my hand, but I held her off easily. Fiona answered the phone.

'Hi Fiona, it's James here. I know this might come as a surprise, but Emily and I were just wondering if you'd like to join us for the evening in her hotel room. Yes of course it's OK with her. What's she doing? Yes, she

is

here in the room with me, no it's not just my fantasy. No, you can't talk to her, she's sucking my cock.' Miss Jones grabbed the phone out of my hand, turning away to stop me grabbing it back.

'Fiona,' she gasped out, 'please say you'll come.' She moaned out loud at that point because I'd stuck two fingers into her pussy from behind and was finger fucking her.

'Sorry, it's James, he's doing something rather naughty to me,' she tried explaining, breathing like a pensioner running a four-minute mile. 'Please Fiona, I'd like you to come over, and of course James would love you here too. It's a big male fantasy isn't it? Okay, it's my fantasy too, I'll admit it. Please say you will. It's room number seventy-four. Phone James's mobile when you get here, and I'll come down to get you. Okay, bye, see you soon.' She gave me the phone back, and turned to cuddle me, playing with my cock again.

'I think we'd better stop that until Fiona gets here,' I said, 'otherwise there will be little or no ammunition in the gun.' So, we both went and had a shower separately, we agreed it wasn't a good idea to go together, but we wanted to be fresh and smell nice when Fiona got here. By the time we'd both had a shower, it was fast approaching the time when Fiona said she would arrive, and we were both really excited. Miss Jones quickly put on a skirt and sweater to go and meet Fiona with when she got here. My phone rang and Emily was so tense, she nearly fell off the bed. She grabbed the phone, listening.

'Great Fiona,' she said enthusiastically, 'I'll be right down, see ya,' and she was out the door as if she was on fire. In a way she was, I thought, with a wry smile. I wondered how this would go, but I thought with two such horny women, I might well be superfluous to requirements. I didn't have long to wait as the room door opened; both of them were looking a little flushed with excitement.

Fiona came over and kissed me, then turned and did the same to Emily. I watched as they embraced, and it was Fiona who took over. It figured, after all, she was Charge Nurse Brown. She opened her suit jacket, no bra, and pulled it apart. Emily looked at her beautiful tits as if mesmerised. 'Touch me then,' Fiona said, and Emily reached out cupping the fabulous boobies, flicking the nipples with her thumbs and squeezing them gently. Fiona moaned quietly, and Emily stooped, taking first one, then the other in her mouth.

'Oh my, that feels good Emily, here let me do it for you too,' and she pulled the hastily thrown on sweater off, and my dear Miss Jones was naked from the waist up. Fiona set to work on her titties and Miss Jones was soon squirming with pleasure as they were sucked and massaged by Charge Nurse Brown.

'She's got no knickers on either Fiona,' I told her. Fiona looked at me and smiled, putting her hand up Emily's skirt. I knew by the sudden sharp intake of breath and the quivering moan from Miss Jones that the questing fingers had found their soft target. I moved round behind Miss Jones, unfastening her skirt and Fiona took her hand away just long enough to let the skirt fall to the floor, but immediately put it back between the open legs. Miss Jones was naked, so to even the balance I went round behind Fiona, and slipped her jacket off, and now she was naked from the waist up too. Next, I opened the catch at the side of her skirt and let it fall to the floor. I picked both skirts up and placed them over a chair, but most importantly, now both of them were the same.

'Down on your knees darling,' Fiona said, and Miss Jones did as she was asked, kneeling on the floor. Fiona stepped closer, opening her legs, almost pushing her cunt onto Miss Jones face. 'Pleasure me,' she commanded, and Miss Jones did as she asked, licking her, like a big cat with a saucer of milk. 'Oh my, that feels so good,' Fiona declared, 'you must have licked cunt before, tell me the truth?' Miss Jones looked over at me, a bit shamefaced.

'A few times, but not many,' she confessed, getting right back to work on Fiona's pussy. I went over and embraced Fiona from behind, putting my hands around her waist, and sliding them higher until I had her boobs cupped in my hands, She twisted her head round to kiss me and I began to massage her nipples. She, 'Mmm...mmmed,' a fair bit at that as the twin assault on her pussy and titties had their desired effect.

Fiona began to sway back and forth, pushing her cunt harder against Miss Jones's face. I could see her thigh muscles trembling with the effort as her orgasm started. She grabbed Miss Jones by the hair, and pulled her against her cunt, rubbing herself against that sweet, beautiful face.

Miss Jones for her part, stepped up her lapping and sucking, and inserted two fingers up Fiona's pussy. That was it!! Fiona simply tipped over the edge, crazy with pleasure, calling Miss Jones a little lesbian whore, but Miss Jones seemed to love it all, rubbing and licking, fingering and sucking at Fiona's lovely cunt. Fiona could hardly stand, and sat down on the edge of the bed, breathing heavily. I kissed her, and then Miss Jones kissed her too, face wet from Fiona's juices.

'Fuck her James, let me see you give her a good seeing too,' said Miss Jones, and Fiona reached out taking my cock in her hand. She guided me between her legs and spread herself, ready, then looked over at Emily.

'You put it in me, that's what you want, isn't it?' she asked Miss Jones. Emily nodded and took my cock, rubbing the knob up and down between Fiona's lips. Fiona moaned with ecstasy, and Emily told me to slowly lower myself so she could see it slide into Fiona. Bit by bit it disappeared into the wet slit, filling her up. I knew Miss Jones was incredibly excited, because she came almost immediately when Fiona reached over and felt between her legs.

'Oh fuck, I'm so excited I don't know what to do with myself,' she blurted out, as she watched me fucking Fiona, who was too busy reaching another orgasm to pay much attention. Emily somehow managed to get a hand between us and rubbed Fiona's clitoris just as her orgasm took hold. Talk about adding flames to the fire - lovely Fiona was wracked by waves of pleasure from one of the most powerful orgasms I've ever seen her have.

When it was over, she confessed to being, 'a wreck,' which was very satisfying for me. As she lay there recovering, Miss Jones took my still hard cock, and sucked every last drop of Fiona's pussy juice from my balls, shaft and knob. She was very thorough, and Fiona watched her as she did it, her breathing getting back to normal. It was obvious I couldn't hold out against that treatment and excitement for long. When I told Emily I was coming, Fiona told her to hold it in her mouth, not to swallow. As I pumped my load into Miss Jones mouth, Fiona sat up, watching closely, until it was apparent that I was finished.

Miss Jones opened her mouth to show Fiona my spunk was still there, and Fiona grabbed her, kissing her deeply, exchanging gobbets of spunk between them, some running down their chins, both girls laughing, having fun. I lay down on the bed beside them to catch my breath, but resting wasn't on their minds, and they went into a classic sixty-nine, licking and caressing. Soon the air was full of the sounds of female passion, both girls coming almost simultaneously - the smell of hot pussy was exhilarating.

We stopped for a little break and a glass or two of wine. I was the meat in the loveliest of sandwiches as we reclined on the King Size bed.

'Well... what do you think?' Fiona said to me.

'Fuck, I think I'm the luckiest guy on the planet right now to have not one, but two of the most beautiful women I've ever made love to in bed with me at the same time. I've fantasised about it often enough, and you know how I feel about you. You're both very special to me.

We recommenced when Fiona reached across me and slipped her fingers into Miss Jones's pussy. Emily immediately opened wide allowing Fiona complete access to her cunt. For my part, I leaned over and began to lick and suck her small titties, which I knew she loved, and finally Fiona crawled over me so that she could more easily give due attention to the wet and willing pussy of Miss Jones. Soon she was wracked by the pleasure of our attentions, arching up off the bed to push herself against our bodies.

Fingers and mouths playing havoc with her erogenous zones, she lay there, taking everything we had to offer and showing her appreciation, moaning, and writhing with lust, and pleasure. Our attentions were unrelenting, and Fiona insisted Emily get up on her knees, despite her latest orgasm being barely over.

'Go on James, fuck her doggy style and show me your cock ramming up her as hard as you can,' she exhorted. 'Go on - fuck her,' and I quickly positioned myself behind her and slipped into her pussy. There was no resistance; between Emily's natural wetness and the Fiona's saliva, her lovely cunt was awash with fluid. She moaned loudly as I pushed in as deeply as I could get, and even though she was exhausted from her recent orgasm, she responded by pushing back against me, eager for more. Fiona was encouraging me to fuck her as hard as I could, using one free hand to tickle Emily's clitoris and the other to squeeze her nipples. Poor Miss Jones was at our mercy but loving every minute of it.

Fiona soon decided that she needed some more of the action too, so getting up on the bed and lying on her back, she positioned herself in front of Miss Jones and spread her legs. Emily immediately got down on her elbows, burying her face between Fiona's legs, licking, fingering and sucking, while my cock continued to slide effortlessly into her. The room was soon filled with the sounds of passion and pleasure, as we one by one reached a state of ecstatic bliss.

Fiona came first, pushing her cunt hard again Emily's face, and calling her a hot cunt sucking bitch. Emily seemed to like it so much that she came almost immediately, telling Fiona that she was a beautiful, lovely, whore. I said nothing, but I knew my face was wreathed in smiles as my spunk shot deep inside Miss Jones, adding to the already saturated mess of her cunt. We all collapsed on the bed, sweating and exhausted.

We continued to kiss, cuddle and fondle each other for some time afterwards - the edge taken off our initial enthusiasm by the frantic efforts of our lovemaking. Soon after, Fiona announced that she had to go home as she was on duty early the next morning, and so my first threesome action came to an end. It had been a wonderful experience for me, and the girls seemed to like it too, participating as enthusiastically as myself. I took some photographs of them together before we split up for the night, and later used them as the basis for a very successful series of paintings.