Diane and the Marvelous Breasts
They followed Diane's car through a gate that swung wide to admit them to a neighborhood of mansions. "Wow. Diane must be rich," Meena said.
"Or her girlfriend is rich," Nav said. "These homes cost more than the place where we live."
A garage door slid open long enough for both cars to park inside; it slid closed behind them. "Welcome to our humble abode," Diane said ironically, recognizing that Nav and Meena could see there was nothing humble about this mansion. Nav's home was big and comfortable, but it didn't feature any extraneous decoration or gaudy ornamentation. This place was different. There were statues. Columns. Carvings. Patterns on the floors, walls, and ceilings. Enormous chandeliers. Huge works of art everywhere. Lots of nudes. There were even gargoyles, which served little purpose in a desert climate. The only reason it worked well visually was that it was in Las Vegas, the world capital of over-the-top architecture and design.
They followed Diane into the enormous kitchen, which was outfitted with more than enough equipment for a full-service restaurant. "I think a pitcher of martinis would be nice. Is that alright with you?"
"Perfect," Nav said. "I haven't had martinis for a while."
Meena said nothing. She'd never tasted martinis, but she'd happily drink whatever her Master chose. Diane asked Meena to carry the martini glasses and follow her out to the pool.
No one was surprised to discover that Diane's pool was big enough to host Olympic swimming events. The shallow end was just one meter deep, and the other a full 10 meters. There were two diving boards, high and low. A lifeguard robot was perched nearby, its unblinking eyes glowing red.
Diane poured three cocktails. "Here's to new friends," Diane said.
Meena enjoyed the taste of her drink, and she finished it a bit too quickly. Nav couldn't think of a tasteful way to suggest Meena slow down so she'd be more alert for the lovemaking he expected would commence shortly. She'd had a lot to drink and not much to eat.
Diane refilled Meena's glass and began demonstrating how good she was at the art of conversation. She reminded Nav of Meena, and the way she had been trained to get people to talk about themselves. Diane asked a series of gently probing questions about Nav's business interests and Meena's fitness goals. The martinis made Meena more talkative, and she looked adorable as she happily went on and on about the pleasures of her hobby. Nav was impressed that she never slipped up and revealed that she did it all because she was a slave following orders from her Master.
"Is your girlfriend out of town?" Nav asked.
"She's on safari in Africa with some old friends. They are camping. In tents. That is not my thing, thank you very much. I was not surprised or offended when I wasn't invited.
"We've been together for a long time now, and we find it helps our relationship if we have friends and interests of our own. My girlfriend has never gone to the club we went to tonight, and she hasn't met most of the friends I see when I go there. Our intimacy seems stronger this way."
After a few more minutes of small talk, Diane asked if they were ready for a swim. There were very few lights illuminating the pool area, giving the place a pleasing nocturnal atmosphere. Nav understood what Diane meant when she said she enjoyed night swims. He also understood that Diane made the suggestion to give them all an excuse to get naked. They hung their clothes on rows of pegs intended for towels, then walked down the stairs that took them into the shallow end of the pool.
Nav thought Diane was every bit as beautiful as he'd expected. She was small - tiny, even - but her curvy proportions were perfect. He imagined that cosmetic surgery probably helped make that happen; most rich people had taken advantage of some of the ever-growing types of surgical procedures that made people more attractive. He noticed that Diane spent as much time admiring his body as Meena's. Nav was there because he wanted Meena to experience the pleasures of sex with a woman, but it was certainly a bonus to be with two beautiful women who both happened to like men. He expected to enjoy the evening almost as much as Meena.
As soon as they were in the water, Diane took the hands of both Nav and Meena. "I'm so glad you're here," she said. "This is so much nicer than coming home to an empty house."
"Thanks for the invitation," Nav said. "This is so much nicer than our hotel."
Meena knew what was going to happen next, and it scared her a little. Diane kissed Meena gently on the lips. And kissed her again. Then she kissed her a third time, and this was a soulful kiss that made Meena wrap her arms around Diane in a wet, slippery hug. Diane pulled Nav into the embrace, giving him a kiss every bit as passionate as the one she'd given Meena. Everybody tasted like martinis. When it was over Nav kissed Meena, and squeezed both women to his chest. Meena wasn't sure what to do next, so Nav took one of her hands and placed it on Diane's breast. "Ooo, that's nice," Diane said, returning the favor by kissing Meena's breast and sucking one nipple between her lips.
This was the kind of slow, unhurried lovemaking that Nav liked most. When he was younger he'd been in more of a hurry to commence vigorous sex. He realized that Meena was getting so turned on that she needed more than the gentle kissing and caressing they'd done so far.
Diane recognized this too. "Why don't we take this to the bedroom?" she said, leading them out of the pool and giving them warm fluffy towels. They walked naked through the house, ending up in a bedroom with a bigger-than-king size bed. Nav realized that Diane and her girlfriend must entertain guests there regularly.
Diane's first impulse was to set the walls and ceiling of the bedroom to act like mirrors so everyone could watch every second of what was about to happen. But Meena wasn't acting like a woman who'd done this a lot. She and Nav were obviously lovers in an established relationship, but it seemed possible that Meena hadn't had sex with many women. Mirrors might be more revealing than Meena wanted. Diane set the walls to resemble the inside of a romantic, candlelit lovenest. That seemed like an atmosphere that would appeal to someone like Meena.
She beckoned her guests to join her on the bed. Meena was trembling visibly. Nav placed his hand on her shoulder to calm and reassure her. She laid on her side next to Diane and wondered what to do next. Diane answered that question by gently kissing Meena on the lips and stroking her cheek. Nav laid down behind Meena and began caressing her from her hip to the side of her breast. He kissed her shoulder as Diane put her hand on the back of Meena's head and pulled her in for a deeper, more passionate kiss.
Diane's pretty little mouth was exciting. Meena surrendered to Diane's small tongue as it probed between Meena's lips. She let out a little moan when Diane began stroking her breasts, which immediately began swelling up and getting firm. Diane had never felt anything quite like Meena's breasts. She moved down and sucked one nipple between her lips, and was pleased to hear Meena groan in response.
What a marvelous girl!
Diane thought.
Nav began paying attention to Meena's other breast, nibbling and sucking the way he knew she liked it. Having two people play with her breasts at the same time was such an erotic experience for Meena that she began to cum. She arched her back and cried out; it felt so good it was almost unbearably pleasurable.
Diane had made love to plenty of women. She's sucked plenty of boobs. But she'd never seen a woman cum from breast play alone. She's never seen anything quite like the way Meena's breasts became so swollen and firm, how her nipples became so hard. That's when she remembered reading about genetic engineers who'd figured out how to modify a baby's genome so her breasts would have a lot more erectile tissue when she matured. The first babies to get this modification were conceived about 20 years ago, which meant that Meena had to be younger than Diane had thought. Meena had to be one of the very first females to benefit from this marvelous modification. Diane felt envious. Slaves tended to get the modifications first. Could Meena be a slave?