“Just relax,” the blond said, “you’re trying too hard.”
“It just won’t work,” she moaned.
“Maybe I can help,” I couldn’t believe I said it. It just came out.
They jumped up, trying to see where I was, not even bothering to cover up.
“Come out and let me see you, you pervert,” the dark girl demanded.
I did.
“Hey, didn’t I see you outside in the bar?” she asked
“Yes, I’m so sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking, following you in here.”
“And spying on us, watching us when we thought we had privacy, that is so not cool.”
“I know, I know,” I said, terrified of what might happen.
“Come closer,” she said.
I did.
“Not bad,” she said, striding towards me.
She had no inhibitions. Her breasts swayed as she sauntered over. Her skin shone, covered in a layer of perspiration. She was absolutely stunning, eyes dark, lashes long and black, lips still painted red and eager to do some licking, kissing, I was hoping.
She grabbed me and dragged me back to where she’d been laying. They stripped me out of my clothes until I stood naked before them. The black girl bent over the towels and held onto the wall.
“Lick my hole, stranger,” she said.
I grabbed her by the hips and began to lick at her tentatively, nervous of what the other woman might do, or where she might go. The shape of her back was like no other I’ve ever seen, strong with muscle definition but not too much, the crack of her butt was beckoning me to it, so I slathered her crack up and down, gently licking, nibbling, and touching her hole while my fingers stole inside her cunt.
She was loving it, pushing her butt back into my mouth, grinding her pussy into my hand.
“Harder,” she demanded.
“You heard her,” the blond said, and slapped me hard on the butt.
The sting of her palm was so painful I almost stopped what I was doing but the juices coming out of the black girl’s cunt were dribbling over my hand, running down my palm. She obviously loves this kinky stuff I thought.
“Oh, yeah, baby, you do it. Harder, faster. Give her another whack.”
Sweat was pouring off me. I felt her first orgasm rush from her and then she was going wild. She pushed me away and threw me on the ground. She straddled me and slammed her cunt over my mound, grinding down, her juices slipping over me while the blond was stood over my head, legs parted.
I watched fascinated as she lowered her pussy over my face. Her cunt was only an inch from me, and I could smell her intoxicating scent. I grabbed her hips and dragged her down, smothering myself in her beautiful snatch.
It was even better than I thought it would be. We’ve all dreamed of threesomes, but you just can’t imagine how great it would be until you actually do it. To have the two of them kissing each other while the blond got a good tonguing from me was mind-blowing in the 69 position.
I could feel the blonde’s juices dribble down my throat as she ground down on my mouth, coming in spasms which had her arching her back and pushing her fantastic butt outward and upward so I could actually see her pretty pink puckered hole winking back at me.
As I ran my finger lightly up and down the crack of her butt she squirmed, running her hand down to my mounds. The darker girl leaned back, and I could feel the blonde’s fingers there rubbing at my clit.
She ground down harder, moaning about coming, while my finger continued exploring the crack of the blond. The three of us were peaking and I was disappointed as I didn’t want to stop, didn’t want to end this most amazing of encounters.
We all came, only moments later, each of us gasping for breath, as we crumpled together a tangle of arms and legs. When we regained our composure the blond said, “Where the fuck did you come from?”
“I’m sorry, I followed you. Well I’m not really sorry, otherwise I would have missed out on all this.” I laughed. “When I saw you two together, I knew there was something special about you, that something special was going to happen and I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to see what you were going to be up to after you left the table.”
“Don’t be sorry,” the blonde said. “My place isn’t far from here; if you’re willing, we can make this an all-nighter.”
“Really? There’s no man in your lives?”
“There is, or there are I should say. They’re out of town and whenever they’ve gone, we always make sure we get together. So, what do you say, you game?”
I didn’t need to be asked twice and I’m so thankful I got to work late that night and for those quick drinks which probably gave me the courage to do what I did. Thank God Fred didn’t stay, I doubt very much this ever would have happened and for that I am extremely grateful.