I wrote the story which follows originally for a female friend I will refer to as Julie, who I regularly exchanged sexy messages with a few years ago. At the time she was in her early thirties and I was in my early forties.
She introduced me to erotic writing by asking me to tell her stories of some of my more memorable sexual experiences and she wrote about her experiences in exchange. Sometimes we also set each other “homework” to come up with exciting fantasies, but we were always honest and confirmed which were fact and which were fiction. We both got turned on from letting our imaginations loose on each other and soon became close and intimate friends, but because we lived far apart, sadly, we never got to meet.
Anyway this story was originally written for Julie who had encouraged me to seek a threesome opportunity after we had discussed such a possibility at some length.
I answered an advert in a contact magazine (this was in the 1990s before the internet became as widely used as it is today) seeking a man interested in erotic photography. M and S responded; he was 31 she was 26. M is keen on photography, like me, and he had set up a studio at home and S turned out to be very attractive. They sent me a photo of her looking stunning in black lacy undies and invited me to phone to try and fix a meeting. I felt very flattered when I found out when I visited them that they had dozens of replies to their ad.
Soon the date came round and I was excited but also deeply worried when I set out to drive to visit them. It turned out that they had never tried this before either. Until then no man had ever seen me naked with an erection and that aspect bothered me too (although in the event it wasn't at all embarrassing). I also had a cynical worry that it all seemed too good to be true and would come to nothing and turn out as some kind of fiasco, or that they wouldn't like me, so I was seriously scared of an embarrassing disappointment.
They lived in a small apartment in a tower block in S E London and have a little daughter of 3, so I could only visit them after 7.00 once the little girl was asleep. When I arrived M welcomed me (he actually looks a bit like me and is of similar build, although slightly larger and I wondered if that was one reason they chose me?)
There was no immediate sign of S but M gave me a drink and we started chatting about photography etc. M had decided we would get S to pose for some photos (he had set up studio lights in their sitting room) and we would then just see what (if anything) develops. Then S came in; she looked lovely, bright eyed and I guess a bit excited and nervous too. She was wearing an outfit obviously chosen for the photography and she looked as if she had just done her hair and made up her face. I realised they were both probably feeling as worried as I was. The unspoken idea that this might lead to sex and the general strangeness of meeting for the first time with that intention seemed very exciting but scary for someone not used to such things.
Coming back to the story, S was wearing a black, figure hugging, pleated mini skirt and top (excuse my poor ability as a fashion reporter, it looked vaguely Spanish but definitely sexy!) The top was demure, with a high front, but was nicely shaped by her firm breasts, and she wore sheer black lacy stockings and has long shapely "dancing girls" legs. Her choice of dress showed her figure to good effect (I had to fight the male temptation to undress her with my eyes!)
I began to get turned on in anticipation. I soon found she seemed very shy but nice. S is both feminine and modest. A "nice" girl obviously heavily programmed by her upbringing not to flaunt herself at men (which I find rather likeable), although she obviously is also naturally highly sexed. Therefore it proved difficult to break the ice as she tended to want to "behave properly" with a stranger but I sensed she also very much wanted to behave improperly. When we started chatting it turned out she has a "Welsh Chapel" upbringing and obviously is conditioned not to be naughty with strange men (to say the least!) even though as it turned out her flesh was more than willing.
She had a drink and smoked a ciggie and I noticed her hand was shaking slightly (she said she hardly ever drinks and although she is a nursing sister, she occasionally smokes to everyone's disapproval). M took some photos and I threw in some advice, for what it was worth (in particular I wanted to get her to smile because she looked so serious and self-conscious when posing). Her brief smiles were radiant and I took one or two photos too and she smiled nicely for me in response to some gentle teasing and flirting. Both males tried fairly gently to encourage her. So far a lot of the time available had gone and we were all still fully dressed, so I began to worry that nothing would happen (and it probably wouldn't have if I hadn't taken the initiative, as you will see).
M kept on asking her to remove some clothes and she seemed genuinely very shy and avoided taking anything off, so I began to feel a bit sorry for her and at a loss as to what to do. He wanted to show me some nude photos he had taken of her, (he was justifiably proud of her) and at first she didn't want him to show them to me. After some persuasion she agreed and smiled very nicely and happily when I complimented her on them (she looked so very attractive and the thought of what might or might not happen was so tantalising after seeing photos of the nude and sexually delicious S!)
I began to sense that she was turned on and wanted more than an appreciative audience, but I knew she would never take the initiative. With sudden inspiration I commented that I knew "a certain way of helping girls to relax" (pure blarney but she took it as a challenge and asked me how, in a sceptical sounding voice). I told her I needed to be able to get at the back of her neck, so she pulled her hair to one side for me and I sat on the arm of the sofa she had been posing on. I lifted her long soft hair and kissed her long and lingeringly on the nape of her neck just below her hairline. "Nice?" I asked, and she nodded with a slight smile on her face.
Then I kissed her neck below her ears. She put her head back and closed her eyes and it suddenly seemed perfectly natural for me to be kissing her neck and ear lobes and she sighed. I felt quite shaky as, although I was beginning to get really aroused, I was also very nervous of upsetting or offending her. It took some effort to do that as I was afraid of the reaction and so much didn't want to upset her, but I felt that if I didn't do something, time would run out and that would be that.
It was the right thing to do, as when I stopped she then said "If you want me to strip I think you two had better do the same; I'm not going to be in my undies with you two fully dressed - it’s only fair!". I realised then that it definitely wasn't only me who was turned on but it had needed something to break the ice like my kissing her. So we all stripped to our pants at amazing speed. She was wearing sexy black undies and looked stunning. I offered to help remove her bra which was low cut and held her breasts up to show a superb cleavage (and she willingly let me!) She has lovely large round, quite firm breasts with small pink nipples.
"Might it relax you a bit more S, if we kissed those lovely breasts," I asked hopefully. She just nodded and lay back on the sofa. Her nipples were already erect. She offered me her right breast and M started sucking at the other and she lay back and sighed with pleasure. The two males self-consciously kept their pants on for a while (not that they hid our two vast erections in the slightest) and once I noticed S looking at my bulge; she blushed attractively and smiled when she realised I'd noticed her interest.
M then started intensively kissing her, their mouths hungrily pressed to each other, while I continued kissing and sucking at her breast and stroking her waist and soon her belly and thighs. By now we were all very excited and all you could hear was the deeper breathing of a sexually excited trio (talking stopped and photography was forgotten).
S was still wearing a black satin suspender belt, black stockings and tiny black satin panties. I stroked her warm smooth tummy between her panties and her suspender belt and I was longing to put my hand gently on her crotch which fascinated me and almost seemed to lure my male attention. I hesitated to do what I so much wanted to do without being really sure she wanted me to do it, never having been in such a situation before. So I stroked her thighs and all around the area of her sex cleft was fascinating and attracting me like a magnet.
She parted her thighs which seemed a good sign (she and M were still kissing each other hungrily). So, very cautiously, I gently cupped her mound and she obviously was waiting for that as she pressed herself against me like when you stroke a cat (appropriate comparison I suppose!) and parted her legs a little more in response; she was obviously quite "far gone" by then from what we had been doing to her. I massaged her cleft gently through the silky material of her panties while continuing to suck and tease her nipple. "Can I touch you, S?" I asked (having already done so!), and she nodded without breaking off from kissing M.
I felt a terrific thrill of excitement as I carefully eased my fingers under the elastic of her panties and felt first the fuzz of her downy hair and then below it the soft moist warm flesh of her sex cleft. She was obviously very excited too as I was conscious of her breathing deeply and of course as my finger gently parted her lips and explored deeper, I wasn't surprised to find she was soaking wet and obviously very aroused.