As we sat in Le Chez eating the most delicious fillet steak, slightly bloody, with garlic mushrooms and trimmings, washing it down with a bottle of Muscadet, my girlfriend, Stacey said the most amazing thing I've ever heard in a French restaurant.
"Gary," she said, "I'd like to make one of your fantasies come true tonight."
I looked across the table at her. Quizzically. I might have said something, but I was busy chewing down on half a cow and my mummy had taught me not to speak with my mouth full.
I opened my eyes expressively and nodded slightly as if to say 'go on, I find this conversation to be fascinating, please don't let my masticating prevent you from elucidating further. I'm all ears.'
It probably came out as more of a grunt, though.
She leant forwards, giving me a wonderful view straight down her top, exposing those two beautiful orbs in her low cut white lace bra, the edge of one dark pink areola slightly exposed. There must be something good coming, because I could actually see her nipple stiffen through the fabric... in much the same way that I felt my cock stiffen.
"It's going to be a surprise," she smiled.
I finished my mouthful and asked, "So, are you going to tell me?"
"Nope."
"Not even a hint?"
"Nope."
"Tease," I accused.
"Damn right," she purred, winking.
My balls tightened, and I'm sure I must have let out a tiny half sigh, half moan.
Later, about two in the morning, after a good few hours getting sweaty on the dance floor, we made our way back to the hotel. The first night of a weekend in the big city, with art galleries, shopping and a Springsteen concert due for the Saturday. A fabulous birthday present from Stacey. I'd wanted to see The Boss for many a year. With the excitement of the weekend, the dancing, a few drinks and the prospect of the day ahead, I must confess that I'd forgotten about our small conversation over dinner.
Stacey sat on the bed, showered, wrapped in a soft white hotel bathrobe, drying her long dark hair and playing on her mobile as I headed for my shower.
Minutes later I came out feeling clean, refreshed and wide awake, towel wrapped around my waist.
There was a knock at the door. "Did you order room service?" I asked.
Stacey went to answer the door. Standing there was a cute little brunette in tight jeans, low cut teeshirt barely containing her, with a bottle of chilled champagne in one hand.
Stacey turned to me and coyly said, "Happy Birthday baby. I hope you like your present. This is Toyah, an old highschool friend of mine."
I must have been standing there looking like an absolute idiot, holding my towel in place. I couldn't believe my luck.
Stacey pulled Toyah into the room, and gave her a big kiss on the lips, with a small taste of tongues as they separated. The girls turned to look at me. I could feel the heat in my face as I blushed, trying manfully to cover the fact that I had a hard-on.
"You're right, he is so cute," Toyah said, which made me blush even more. "You didn't tell me he was shy, though. Guess he might be more relaxed if I disrobed too. "
She handed Stacey the bottle. Slowly, gracefully and definitely seductively, she stripped for me. Teeshirt first, revealing a smooth white seamless bra, the pink of her large erect nipples showing through. Her short brown chelsea boots next, showing off her sexy curves as she bent forward. Followed by those tight jeans, removed ever so slowly, teasing, tantalising, leaving a pair of white cotton panties. Smooth white cotton. I couldn't take my eyes off of her, even though I knew Stacey was watching me.
Stacey smiled at me. "I think Toyah might need a hand with the rest," she said, thereby giving me permission to open my birthday present.
I dragged my eyes away from Toyah and looked Stacey in the eye. I held her face and kissed her, tasting Toyahs cherry chap stick. I had to smile at that. "Thank you," I said.
She smiled back. "Don't think you're getting her all to yourself. "
I went to move around Toyah to get to the hooks at the back of her bra, but she moved to block me. "From this side," she said. I smiled, and moved into a hug from her. She stood on her tiptoes to kiss me. I glanced over at Stacey.
"Go on - as long as Toyah is okay with it, you don't have to keep asking." She smiled at me again.
Well, I didn't have to be told twice.
The sweetness and passion in that kiss, mingled with the newness of the lips made that one of the most memorable that I've had. The subtlety of her tongue, the softness of her lips... My hands snaked behind her back to undo the hooks of her bra, dreading for a second that it would be a front loader, and that I'd come away looking foolish. But I was enjoying the feel of her sizeable breasts pressed against me, and my erection squashed against her. The hooks were in the right place to my relief, and they unhooked easily as Toyahs hands grasped my butt. We stayed clasped together for a few seconds.
Then I moved my hands down into the waistband of Toyah's panties. She moved her face away from mine and said "No," much to my surprise. I backed away. As I did, she shrugged herself out of her bra, revealing a wonderful pair of breasts with the longest erect nipples I think I have ever seen, surrounded by large round areola. I wanted to play, and taste, and nibble, but I had just been told off.
"Why not?" I asked.
"Because you have to take them off with your mouth."
Oh my lord!
I heard Stacey laugh. I joined in as I got to my knees and started to tug at the bottom of her white cotton panties with my teeth. I worked my way around the back, small tugs to the bottom and then the top so that I wouldn't finish too quickly. I pulled them down to the curve of her butt cheeks, then moved back around the front, starting with the top this time. Pulling them down to reveal, as expected, a smooth, newly shaven mound, I groaned with pleasure, inhaling her wetness deeply
"He does know how to use that tongue of his, doesn't he Stace?"
"He's almost as good as you are," came the reply. I looked up at Stacey and received a 'what? you think you know everything about my past?'
Only 'almost'? I thought but let it slide.
And started licking. Through the cotton to start with.
Toyah spread her legs to allow my face to slip between them; tasting her, tasting the clean cotton soaked with her juices. Feeling the ridges of her open to me, her lips swelling as my tongue ran the length of her, stopping at the front to twirl and twist through the fabric. My hands grasped her arse, spreading her cheeks. My tongue slid back along the length of her, moving her panties to the side to allow me access to her smoothness. I do enjoy smoothness.
Stacey came over to join us, moving behind Toyah, kissing her neck and taking her breasts in her hands, tweaking those amazing nipples. Toyah moaned.
As per the rules imposed, I pulled her sopping wet panties down, allowing her to step out of them, and returned to her pink softness.
Stacey let Toyah go, and dropped her bathrobe, revealing that she too was shaved smooth. I felt a growl at the back of my throat.