I was used to getting up around 5:30 in the morning, but after the sexual gymnastics I had engaged in with Paula and Geneen the night before, I didn't awaken until almost 7:00. I had fallen asleep between the two women, and during the night we had managed to rearrange ourselves into a comfortable position with Geneen pressed against my back, me facing Paula's back, and all of our legs and arms intertwined. It was a very nice way to wake up, except that I had to pee, and couldn't think of a way to extricate myself without waking my partners.
I disentangled myself as gently as I could, and made it to the bathroom just in time. The face looking at me from the mirror had a sleepy, satisfied look on it, but the hair was a mess. I reached up to touch my hair and was greeted with a sticky feeling - the champagne the girls had doused me with was definitely better applied internally rather than externally. I took a quick shower to clean my hair, and several other parts that still retained some residue from last night's activities.
When I returned to the bedroom, I saw that in my absence, Paula and Geneen had managed to turn to face each other, and were now sleeping with their arms around each other. I was trying to decide how best to waken them when my pager began emitting a series of beeps. It took me a few minutes to find it in the pile of clothes on the floor, and a glance at the display told me that there was trouble at the office. It wasn't even 7:30, and already the weekend was looking like it was turning out to be a bad one - I was going to have to leave my sleeping beauties!
I called the office, and was relieved to find out that there was a very minor problem that was taken care of by the weekend supervisor. He had called me at home to see what to do, and when he couldn't get an answer, he made a decision and solved it. He paged me as a courtesy to let me know what had been done. I thanked him and let him know that I would be out of touch except for pager for the rest of the weekend.
As I hung up the phone, an idea was forming. When I felt Geneen's hand stoke by back in a lazy fashion, the idea solidified.
"What's up, honey?" Geneen asked sleepily.
"Just a minor problem at the Help Desk," I replied. I turned to her supine form and kissed her slightly puffy lips, her sleepy eyes, her cheeks and nose. She moved under the covers and the smell of sex was still there from last night.
I caressed her face and said, "I have to go for a little while. It won't take long, I promise. And I will bring breakfast with me when I come back."
Paula's hand snaked between Geneen and me and grabbed at my crotch. "This is what I want for breakfast," she said. She looked like she was still asleep, but the smile on her face belied that. "I promise to be quick," I said, trying not to get too aroused yet. This was not an easy thing to accomplish, because as I quickly dressed, Paula and Geneen snuggled close to each other. They kissed 'good morning' and moaned a bit. Leaving them was not something I wanted to do, but if my idea worked out we would be able to enjoy each other for quite a while when I returned.
I leaned in and kissed them both again, then hurried out before I could change my mind. The grocery store in the neighborhood was not the kind to carry champagne and caviar, but it had everything I wanted to get right now. I hurried to the store and rounded up the things I wanted - fresh muffins and bagels, some cream cheese, fresh fruit and some juices. Plates and plastic utensils, jellies and honey, napkins and Handi-Wipes. The last items on my list were finally found, and I made quick work of paying for the groceries. I wanted to get back to the hotel as fast as I could.
When I entered our hotel room, I heard voices over the sound of the shower running. The ladies had gotten out of bed while I was gone, and while they cleaned off, I set up breakfast on the table. Room Service arrived with the coffee I had ordered on my return to the hotel, and by the time Geneen and Paula emerged from their shower the food was waiting for them. Having spent several years as a chef in a hotel chain, I had no trouble arranging everything to look as appealing as possible. The ladies were suitably impressed, and we all began to eat. This was very difficult to do with two gorgeous women sitting beside me, wearing nothing more than towels.
We had fun feeding each other and laughing over the events of the last few nights. The muffins and coffee went over well, but I had to stop Geneen when she bit into a strawberry.
“Don’t you know the right way to eat a strawberry?”
“I guess not,” she replied. Geneen looked over at Paula, who was looking a bit confused as well.
I picked out a large berry and removed the leaf from the top. “Now I am going to hold this between my teeth, and you have to try to get it from me. Whoever gets the bigger part of the berry wins!”
Geneen laughed as I gently held the berry and leaned in toward her. Then she leaned in and placed her opened mouth on mine, grasping the berry between her teeth, too. As we bit into the strawberry our tongues and lips maneuvered together. We each got some of the firm flesh in our mouths; the sweet juices dribbling down our chins. I tried to stop the flow of juice as it trickled down Geneen’s neck by licking it up and towards her lips. She was doing the same to me, and we both forgot about seeing who ‘won’ that round.
Not wanting to be left out, Paula pulled my face close to hers, offering her strawberry to me as I had done to Geneen. We battled for the larger piece, and ended up swapping the berry halves back and forth between our mouths several times before we finished. When we parted, Geneen was waiting with a strawberry, and for the next few minutes we all ate the berries with each other.
The erotic effect this was having on us was obvious. We were pulling each other closer and rubbing our bodies together as we devoured each other’s lips. I soon had a finger caressing the slick creases of their cunts, and Geneen and Paula were giving my dick a workout through my pants. The berries were almost forgotten as the sweet smell of cunt filled the air.
Paula suddenly slipped off her chair and sat on the edge of the table. She parted her thighs and placed her feet on my shoulders. She leaned back on one hand while the fingers of her other hand opened the petals of her pussy.
“I know there used to be a cherry here once,” Paula said huskily. “Maybe you can try to find it again and eat it instead of the strawberries!”
I needed no further encouragement, and began to lick along the hot flesh she so willingly offered to me. I teased along the length of her slit with my tongue, and gently sucked her lips into my mouth. As I slid my tongue between her lips and started to lick again, I felt my belt and zipper being loosened. Geneen was on the floor coaxing me out of my pants, and it was only the size of my erection that kept them from sliding off easily. I redoubled my efforts on Paula as Geneen took my dick into her mouth and began to lick and suck in an agonizingly gentle way. The way she was going was intended to keep me hard and ready for a long time, without actually coming. It was exquisite torture.