Date: Wed, 28 Aug 2002 12:43:38 -0400 From: Less Ismore Subject: Martini with a Twist THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. None of it has ever happened anywhere, to my knowledge, except in my mind. If you enjoy reading fiction about sex between people of the same sex, etc then by all means proceed. If, however, any thing about the concept offends you... stop now and go do something else, you are not supposed to reading this and it might be illegal where you live, only you will know for sure. **************************************************************************** There now, with that out of the way, let me say that this really is pure fiction. Nothing like this has ever happened to me, and I doubt it ever will, Darn it! A MARTINI WITH A TWIST... by Les Ismore Donna, my girl friend of five years was looking a little perturbed. She pouted her full lips, took a sip of her chardonnay and said, "I was hoping we could do something really adventurous this week-end. Can't you get home by Saturday afternoon?" "I really don't know," I replied," You know how these installations are, we do the installation and tekkie training on Thursday the worker bee training on Friday and then me and the tekkie's work out the bugs and conflicts on Saturday, and if need be, on Sunday." "Well if you are going to be off in computer land the rest of the week, I might just go to Denver to see Jo Anne," she announced as she got up and flounced off to the bedroom. "Seeing Jo Anne", meant she and cousin would spend the most of the week-end engaged in steamy girl sex in the morning, shopping in the afternoon, and after a work out at the gym and dinner more serious high performance bed rattling well into the early morning. She would come home with a sore pussy, probably rugs burns, and take several days to re adjust to heterosexual sex. Watching her walk in those skintight light brown leather pants that showed off her buns so well stirred a feeling in my crotch that was nothing new but nothing I was tired of watching or feeling either. Her dark hair fell just to her shoulders and stood out on the creamy color of her luxurious silky shirt. I knew what I wanted before I packed my bags and left for the airport. But in her present mood, I might end up unsatisfied for several days unless I got lucky on the road. I followed those delectable buns into our bedroom where I found her standing in the closet pulling out some of her cold weather gear, fur-trimmed parka, boots, etc. "I know you had hopes for this week, honey, but...." I let it trail off as she turned and smiled at me, one of those smiles that revealed her teasing side. ' "I know", she purred as she fiddled with the top button on my shirt, "but ... well, it's been a long time since we did anything sort of, you know, out of the ordinary. I was hoping we could go to that swinger's bar in Atlanta and maybe find a couple that was right for us, you know, something kinnnnnky." It sounded like my kind of weekend, but my job is installing enterprise software and training people to use it. This assignment was for a very big customer. It was a shame they weren't located in Atlanta, and then we could have mixed business with pleasure, as we have several times in the past, but they were located in central North Carolina. I knew I couldn't drag Donna there with me, not when she could fly to Denver and cavort all weekend with her cousin and perhaps even Ken, Jo Anne's live in lover. "Is Ken going to be in town this week-end?" I asked, stifling a twinge of jealousy. " I don't know" she answered, "I'll ask. Maybe he might make it interesting." I thought back to her trip to Denver last year when she came home sore on both sides of her lower region, and cuff marks on her wrists from a session with Jo Anne, Ken and some of their sex toys. I'm not insecure in our relationship, but since it is based so heavily on mutual pleasure and satisfaction, I can't help but wonder if it's possible that someone else who could satisfy her more might lure her away someday. Ken had, in my presence, driven her to a screaming, gasping orgasm once when he and Jo Anne were visiting us, and I always wondered if he would steal my girl. I doubt that Donna would do anything to hurt her cousin. But... She never said anything about my eating Jo Anne until she nearly passed out, or the time Jo Anne and I had sucked Ken's cock and rimmed his ass simultaneously until his knees buckled when he came. If Donna didn't mention or take exception to those events, then I certainly couldn't say much about her weekend excursions to Denver while I was traveling on business. While all this was dashing through my mind, I pulled her to me and kissed her full lips; it quickly turned into a deep soul kiss with our tongues battling each other. I ran my hands around behind Donna and grasped those perfectly shaped globes that made up one of the most beautiful asses on the North American continent, or so I thought. That kind of gentle massaging was something that really turned her on, and this time was no exception. As I gently massaged and kneaded her flesh in my hands, her breathing quickened, revealing that her passion was rising about as fast as the dick, trapped in my jeans. Leaving my right hand to continue the butt massage, I left my left hand drift upward to her perky B-sized breasts. My finger and thumb gently tweaked her right nipple and she started to squirm in my arms. My right hand creeped up and found the zipper on her tight leather pants. Even though I opened the zipper, I knew I would never get them off unless we broke our clinch and I wasn't ready for that to happen. Yet. But opening the zipper did allow me to slide my fingers down her crack and find her sweet little rosy, puckered sphincter. One touch and she started to groan, as I slowly slid my finger inside she pulled back and said, "I can't get the crotch of these pants wet or they will stain." With that she shucked them off right there, revealing the reason she was concerned about staining them ... she was wearing no underpants. I wondered why I had not noticed this before, when I was massaging that beautiful ass so thoroughly. While I was wondering about that she pulled off her turtleneck, tossed it aside and then started tugging on my belt. I reached down to help, but she nudged my hand aside, saying, "I want to do this so I'll think it is all my idea." As my jeans slid down my legs, she was pulling my jockey's down, freeing my straining dick from its imprisonment. Now I was standing there like a jerk, shirt on pants and briefs at my ankles, and a beautiful lady in front of me. She dropped to her knees and gave the head of my dick a light kiss. She followed that with another kiss, this time with her tongue deployed to my slit and the magic area underneath. She summoned up a wad of saliva, left it on the head and stood up. Turning, she bent over and said, "Put that big cock where you were trying to get your finger." I wanted to get my shoes, socks and pants off, but I was no fool. Donna doesn't offer her backside to me often; usually our anal sex is with her reluctant consent after many tries on my part. But here it was and I went for it. I slowly slid just the head in; aided by that plentiful bath of saliva she had given it. "Aaah" Donna said, and then pushed back a little. That was my cue to push in a little more. "Oh!" she gasped. "I'm sorry!" I said. "It wasn't pain it was surprise," she said, "Now let me have it all." I pushed in again until my pubes were rubbing up against her cheeks. The tight warmth was fabulous! I pulled back and gave her another long, slow stab with my sensitive weapon. I noticed a lot of friction and wondered if it was uncomfortable for her. I got my answer when she said, "Reach up on that top shelf and see if you can find that tube of KY. Without missing a stroke, I groped around on the closet shelf behind me. "There!" I thought when my hand brushed against the smooth plastic of the tube of lubricant. I pulled it in front of me, and slowly pulled my dick out of her as. Squeezing some on my fingers, I rubbed it on her puckered anus and then slipped the lubricated fingers in side. "They aren't nearly big enough," she said huskily. Squeezing another glob out, I rubbed it on the full length of my dick and then reached down, spread her cheeks and with her ass hole in sight, slowly re-inserted my dick, ramming it home the last few inches. The quick intake of her breath told me I had done something right. My plan was to slowly fuck her, but then she started that cute little wiggle of her butt and squeezing on my dick with her sphincter. When she reached down between her legs and lightly stroked my balls once or twice it caused me to start a rapid pounding rhythm that had my balls slapping against her ass. Sooner than I would have liked, I could feel the tingling sensation rising in my groin that signaled the impending arrival of a major orgasm. She must have sensed it too because she shouted out, "I want that load on my face," and turned quickly, bending my rigid dick to the point of pain, and dropped to her knees in front of me ... this time with her face turned upward towards the head of my dick and her eyes locked with mine. She licked the underside of my dick and furiously pumped it with her hands. The first burst of cum shot up in the air and landed on her forehead, the second one, thanks to her aiming my dick at her face, splattered over her eyes and down onto her nose. The third and fourth ones she directed to either side of her face. With one hand, she wiped some off her face and smeared it over the nipple on her left breast, and then she smeared some on her labia as well. All the while I was standing there gasping as she continued to pump the skin up and down my still firm but not steel hard dick. She licked a last drop from the slit and said, "That was wonderful, love, now let's finish." She took my hand and led me to the bed, stretched me out on my back and nimbly hopped up on the bed and straddled my face with her clit right at my nose. I knew what to do for sure. I started an intense licking of her labia, savoring the taste of my own semen, occasionally sticking my tongue deep into her love canal, and then finishing with a thorough and enthusiastic licking of her clit. Each time I repeated this sequence, there was less time on the labia, a deeper penetration in her vagina and lots more attention to the clit. As a reward, I was treated to a flood of her luscious juices that cascaded down into my mouth Finally she could take it no more and firmly grasped my head and ground her swollen clit on my tongue, urging me on with screams and finally one long howl that lasted a full minute or more, it seemed. She leaned over until her head was on the pillow on the bed, then slowly slid down until our lips were touching again as they had been when we started. We lay like that for a long time, how long I don't know. Didn't care then. Don't care now. When we had both regained our breath and our bladders were urging us to get up, I looked at the clock. Four o'clock! I had to scramble to make my plane. She headed for the bathroom, and I pulled out my suitcase to being packing. She returned from the bathroom and asked, "Are you going to take a shower before you go?" "Don't know if I'll have time," I said. Still naked, she walked over to me, stood up on her tip toes and kissed me lightly on the kips, then said, "I would suggest that you do, you smell like pussy." I smiled at this, knowing she was right. She headed for the big double shower in our bathroom, turned and reached for my hand, obviously changed her mind and took me by the dick and led me to the shower. We washed ourselves and each other real well. While washing my back, she said, "I never thought I could get off while being fucked in the ass, but you proved me wrong today. We'll have to do that again." I was surprised at this admission, and the fact that she had apparently had an orgasm and I was not aware of it. I guess I was too intent on probing her ass to notice her gasps. Instead of saying anything about her concealed orgasm, I said, "Anytime you want to try it again, just show me your pucker." "Maybe we'll have to do something about yours, too" she said as she slipped a soapy finger into my anus. I moaned in approval, which spurred her on to more probing, sliding the slippery finger deeper until she was up to the second knuckle of her middle finger. I pushed back into it and she probed harder and deeper, quickening the in and out pace, I could feel a second finger getting into me now, and she began to rub them both against my prostate. That little trick had the desired effect; my dick was standing straight up, looking at the ceiling, as she probably knew it would be. "If you had more time, I'd do something about that, too" she said, nodding at my aroused cock. I was ready! And horny as a teen-ager on prom night. I turned towards her moving away from the shower's stream, and turning Donna around as well. I bent her over and entered her hot and wet vagina behind. I held her close with my right hand against her flat stomach; my palm on her mons and the middle finger of my right hand poised on her clit. With each pull towards me my finger was massaging her clit and forcing my dick into her. I was pounding her as fast as I could and in less than 20 strokes, I was shooting a load of cum deep inside her. She was gasping for breath and trembling all over. Then, I noticed her full weight leaning into the left arm that was around her so that I could twist her rock hard nipples. I realized that if I let her go, she would crumble to the floor. "Honey, are you all right?" I asked as I cradled her in my arms. Her head fell back and I could see that she had swooned and was only semi-conscious. This had happened before, but not often and never in the shower. She slowly came around, and finally made an effort to stand up. When she was back on her feet and steady, she said, "You have to hurry to catch your plane. But don't you dare spend one more minute away from me than you absolutely must. I want some more of this new kind of loving you're putting on me." I wasn't aware of doing anything much differently, except maybe the rear entry in the shower, but whatever it was, I was willing to practice until I got it right. I made it to the airport with enough time to spare. As I was entering the concourse, I did rather somewhat enjoy the frisky body search by the cute young blond guy with the metal detector. I know he enjoyed it, he had a broad smile on his face and made a point of establishing eye contact and flashing me a big knowing grin as he ran the hand with the metal detector, mostly hand, through my crotch area. For a guy who is less than two years away from forty, it was sort of flattering that this young, good looking guy was even interested in groping me. The rest of the flight was uneventful, no gourmet treats on the plane. When I arrived at the hotel, I was surprised. It was a big high rise with an adjoining convention center and 4,000-seat auditorium. Just off the lobby was a glittering chrome and mirror bar with a special martini bar in the corner the name of the place was emblazoned in red and orange neon outside and inside..."Marty Bartini's", complete with a big neon martini glass outline on the mirror behind the bar. I was sure I would have a drink there before this trip was over. It was after eleven by the time I got to the room. Since I wanted to get an early start the next day, I left a wake up call with the desk and turned in. But sleep was a long time coming as I thought about the events of the day before I left. I knew Donna wouldn't be flying out before Friday morning, so I picked up the phone and called to tell her good night. "Hello", she said sleepily. I had awakened her, and apologized and reminded her again how much I had enjoyed this afternoon. "I wish it was long enough to stretch back here, "she said in her sexy sounding sleepy voice. I told her it would try to reach her if she kept talking like that. "Aren't you going out on the town?" she asked? "Nope, not even to the lobby bar tonight, I've got a lot to do tomorrow." I answered. I have to try to get some sleep, which I probably can now that I have talked to you." We said our good nights, and she finished with, "Don't do anybody I wouldn't do." Which was her more or less standard line when I was traveling. I didn't usually prowl when I traveled, but I had occasionally encountered a good-looking lady or guy with whom I had shared a night. I had even introduced a couple of them to Donna and we all three, sometimes four, had enjoyed each other. In fact, one of our favorite couples we met while skiing at Keystone, and we meet nearly every winter for a weekend of skiing and heavy-duty anything-goes sex. Given the place I was in tonight, I didn't think anything like that was likely to happen. I awoke a little earlier than usual the next morning, prompted by a rock hard dick creating a tent out of the bed covers and Donna on my mind. How I wished she had been on my dick instead of just on my mind. I took matters in hand and then headed for the shower to start the day. It was a sort drive to the customer's offices in a nearby upscale office park. Morning traffic and a stop for a biscuit turned it into a 30-minute affair. Even with that, I was half an hour early. My contact, a bright younger fellow, named Jeff, was just getting out of his car as I pulled into a visitor's parking space. He waved across the lot, gathered his two bags and headed my way. I pulled my two laptops out of the back seat and waited for him. "You must have come in last night," was his opening conversational gambit. "Sure did, got in around eleven, "I answered. If this is the way it goes for the whole trip, I thought, it is going to be one long stay. "Did you check out Marty's?" he gave me a knowing smile as he asked this. "Well, I certainly saw where it was, it's hard to miss with all that neon and mirrors." I offered, wondering if I had missed something. " I haven't been in that bar in years, but it was famous when I was single and since the martini has become the fashionable drink, and it has been re-done as Marty Bartini's, it's supposed to be the hottest and trendiest night spot in this area." He said. "Lots of action from what I hear from my single friends. You single?" "Unmarried. " I said, not wanting to go into too many personal details, but found compelled to add "But I'm in a relationship." 'Uh, huh." He said. I knew what he was thinking, that I'd be in Marty's tonight. And he was right. I hooked up the Firewire drive to my Powerbook and transferred the application code to their server with no problems. While that was going on, it was a big transfer; I brought Jeff up to date on how to install the workstation software and gave him an overview of running the new stuff. He'd get much more information later in my visit, since he was going to be the main trainer. By luck or coincidence his PC laptop and mine were almost identical. That was a big help. We started going through the program as the "sheep" (the people who manned the work stations) would see it. Lunchtime came around quicker than I expected. Jeff suggested we get out of the office for lunch, so we drove to a nearby fern bar type franchise restaurant. I would have been just as happy with a sandwich in the office while checking my office email and voice mail. We ordered salads and began chatting about nothing while waiting for our food. As we were sitting there face-to-face at a two top table noticed his attention drifting as well as his eyes. "Something worth looking at?" I asked. "I'll say! " he said softly, "Everyone in this restaurant is noticing them." I tried to turn to look without being too obvious but the people he was referring to strode right by our table. They were a stunning couple indeed. She was near perfect, shoulder length blonde hair, a body made in a gym and in supplemented by a skillful surgeon's hands. He was a gym product too about 6'2", big chest, board shoulders with black curly hair atop a dark, handsome face. She didn't just walk, it was a sensuous dance, her hips swaying just enough, her breasts swaying freely under the black silk shirt she was wearing. She had on seamless pants or, more likely, none at all, there wasn't a line in sight as she walked by. They took a table in the center aisle about two away from ours. "Where did they sit?" Jeff asked. "Two tables down in the middle, " answered. "You lucky bastard, " he chuckled. "Not that lucky," I said, "She is sitting with her back to me." "Yeah, but she would look good coming or going." Jeff added. Actually, I was pretty happy with watching her Mr. Right flash his white teeth at her in a big grin. He moved his leg so that it brushed against hers, his foot working it's way up her calf. "Is he going to toe fuck her right here?" I wondered. I mentioned this to Jeff, who flushed slightly as I described the action. Our salads were brought to us by a tall, slender young man who was not the person who had taken our order. He had high, well-defined cheekbones, full, sensuous lips and medium cut black hair. His dark eyes flashed expressively as he delivered the salad bowls. As he walked away, it seemed he had a slightly sexy walk about him too. "Damn!" I thought, "I'm just on a two or three day trip, and I seem to be scoping out every living moving soul I see! How can I be so horny after what happened yesterday afternoon?" I mentally shrugged it off and returned to why I was here in the fist place. Jeff made it through lunch with only a few more updates about the activities of Mr. And Miss Wonderful. I kept trying to focus him on an in-house training plan, asking about the strongest individuals who might serve as assistants when he started trying to train 122 people to use a new software package that worked something like the existing one but had a myriad more features. It was a lot like trying to get the attention of a 13-year-old at cheerleader try-outs. When lunch was finished, Jeff quickly picked up the tab, left a meager tip on the credit card slip and stood to leave. I tossed a five on the table to make it a decent tip for the cute guy who brought our salads and left quickly, hoping he was not offended. Once in the car, he made some excuse about not tipping much in these "team service " restaurants, and let it go. By mid afternoon the software was on the server, in place in the main frame and I had it formatting the database to conform to the new tables. We singled out a couple of people who were exceptionally computer literate, ones that Jeff said grasped new software quickly and huddled in the conference room with them for the first over view session for Jeff as well as his newly chosen assistants. Both of them were serious, older career types who didn't set off any bells with me. Which was fine, because they looked like the sort of people who would make my job easier, Jeff's too. If we had chosen the little blonde with the extra short skirt, Jeff wouldn't have stayed focused. I steered him away from the big jock type too. I knew I'd spend more time looking at him and his body than at the screen on my PC. Before I knew it, the 40-ish woman, looked at her watch and announced that it was getting near 6 PM and she needed to leave, adding that she had two hungry teen-agers at home. We agreed to break until the next morning, and soon Jeff and I were walking out the door, laptops in hand. It was already a little chilly, it being early spring and I walked briskly to the car since I had dressed as though it would be 75 degrees all day. "Hope you enjoy Marty's tonight," Jeff called out as he got into his car. I knew I would have to drop in there and check it out, maybe after a light dinner. But I was in no rush. On the way to the hotel, I stopped at the fern bar restaurant where Jeff and I had had lunch, denying even to my self that I hoped to see the young man who had delivered our salads to see if he remembered me. As I pulled into the parking lot, a couple of employees were leaving but I didn't catch sight of him. I went inside for a drink anyway, which ended up being two. The only thing that caught my interest in the bar was the news on TV and I had to read the damn closed captions to understand that, this being the sort of place that turns down the volume so the people can turn their own loud mouths up. By the time the second drink was working its way into my blood stream, I was feeling the tiredness brought on by a day of intense focus and a lot of work. A shower and a nap seemed like the best thing I could do with the next hour, it was barely after 7 by then. The shower was long and hot. I have no idea how long I was there, but when I toweled off, my skin was rosy and tingling. The covers were turned back and I just slipped under them and left the network news people lull me to sleep. The bedside table said it was 8:12 PM when I stirred from my nap. I felt one thousand times better and hungry too. I slipped on my "road uniform", a black suit with a black shirt, black Italian loafers with no socks. It was a standard that worked out well wherever I went, and I never had to think about what to wear when packing. I strode downstairs hoping for someplace to eat that had good food and quiet music other than the bar. I hate eating in bars, there are too loud, too smoky and, well, I prowl in bars, I eat in restaurants. As luck would have it, there was a seafood bar at the other end of the lobby from Marty Bartini's. Shellfish on the half shell, freshly steamed shrimp, even lobsters and crawfish. I order a lobster tail and a 1/2-pound of shrimp with a Newcastle brown on the side. The shrimp came out first and I dug into them. There weren't many, being so large that it didn't take many to make a pound. That was fine with me. I was pinching the meat out of the last shrimp tail when the barman put the lobster tail down in front of me. It was a huge one, but I felt sure I could get through it. And did. I signed the tab to my room and strolled over to Marty's, which had, according to the lobby poster, "the largest selection of the best martini's in town. The first thing I noticed when I walked in was that the place had not started filling up for the evening. The attractions were a local radio personality DJ and big dance floors on two of the three levels. The bar, a semi-circular affair, had a stainless steel hood over it equipped with some special equipment to suck out the cigarette and cigar smoke. Under it's eaves; you could barely hear the background music that was already pretty loud. I sat down near the right hand end of the bar and waved at the man on the other side. He approached, handed me a menu and said, "Would you like to see our menu, sir, or do you already know what you want?" I order my usual, very dry Absolut with a twist of lemon. That was so basic, I didn't need a menu for that except to see how much over the realistic price this place was going to charge. Situations like this are the right time to have a cigarette or cigar to fiddle with while looking around to see who is there, but not being obvious about it. I'd quit smoking cigarettes and found that a lot of people, Donna included, didn't like the smell of cigar smoke on my clothing, so I enjoyed them rarely. I didn't have to look far. At the other end of the bar sat a woman that from the length of the bar looked gorgeous. She looked like the kind of woman who spent a lot of time and attention on her looks and her body. I knew that unless some really big guy turned up to take her in tow, I was going to spend at least a few minutes, if not several hours talking to her this evening. She was sitting there sipping on something in a martini glass, holding a cigarette and, I realized, looking straight at me! I lifted my glass in a mock toast and took a sip, she repeated the action and took the last sip out of her glass. That moved me into action; I stood up, picked up my check and moved to her end of the bar. She was seated in the first seat at the sharp curve of the bar as it returned to the wall, so I chose the one that was second from the beginning of the curve, facing the wall. That put two seats between us, a decent distance for a man who had not met a lady yet, but made no secret of wanting to talk to her. "Could I get you a re-fill for that?" I said, motioning at her glass. "Thanks" was all she said and motioned to the bar tender as I raised my check in my hand to indicate he should put it on my tab. Then she added, "What brings you to town?" "Software installation, nothing exciting," was out of my mouth before I thought about how dull it sounded, but rebounded with, " Actually that's my cover while I am here searching for a band of desperate international terrorists." And added a smile. She chuckled slightly and gave me a captivating smile. "And you?" I asked. "Oh, I live and work in the area, I'm just treating my self to a night out while it's not too crowded," she replied. "I know what you are thinking, but Marty's can be really crowded, hot and noisy on Friday or Saturday nights. Thursday is a decidedly better night. " "It's a nice place, is it one of the best in town?" I replied, trying to keep the conversation going until we found a point of mutual interest other than each other's bodies. Hers was a knock out. Nice but not overly large breasts that stood up and were well separated. Probably implants, but as a friend of mine once observed about a mutual acquaintance, "Sure they're fake, but they are real on the outside." From what I could see from our seated positions, she was exquisite! Her black blouse fit well enough to show off her breasts, but not tight enough to allow one to be sure whether or not she was wearing a bra. Her blonde hair fell to her shoulders ending in gentle curls that she wore like a garland. Her face was oval shaped with high well-cut cheekbones and a rich full-lipped mouth. Her lipstick was a dark red and must have been well glossed because not much of it came off on her glass. I even noticed that her nail polish and lipstick matched. As she turned on the bar stool and put one foot on the floor, I could she was wearing a dark gray close fitting ankle length skirt with a slit up one side. From that slit she extended a very shapely, long leg. I came back to my senses, aware that she was talking about the bar and other places in town. "... there are other bars in town, some decorated as nicely ... but none as much fun as Marty's. I always see or meet the best people here ..." I faded off again realizing that she had just implied that she was here to meet someone whether new or familiar, I couldn't tell yet, but ... then I dropped back in on her part of the conversation as she was saying, "...I prefer familiar places that have class, don't you." " I always prefer a familiar place, but when you travel as much as I do, it's nice to find a good place like this without having to leave the hotel." Oh, so you are staying here? How's your room?" she asked. "Very nice," I said, "the view of the city isn't bad even though it's only the seventh floor." I added. The conversation went on like this, each of us carefully trading a little tid bit of information about ourselves in return for another, gambit offered, gambit accepted. And then a tall man with very angular features, dressed a lot like me, black suit, shirt, etc. walked up and gave her a light peck on the cheek and said, "Hello Jeanie! You look so good this evening." I was shocked to see that it was the interesting young fellow from lunch, the one with the great mouth and nice butt, who had served my salad. "Oh, sorry, did I interrupt anything?" looking at me?" Jeanie quickly volunteered "No, nothing of the sort, I was just sitting here chatting over... a drink ..." Taking the cue, I stuck out my hand and said, "I'm Alan Ferguson. I think we almost met at lunch today." His hands were soft, his long fingers almost wrapping around my whole hand. "Oh, yes," he said," the stray five on the table. Thank you for that. I' m Michael Dunnovan, call me Mike." "So you had lunch at the barn today," Jeanie said. I couldn't remember the name of the place but I knew it wasn't The Barn, "The Barn? 'I don't think so, it had some sort of Irish name and a lot of ferns." I said. "Oh, not because it looks like a barn, but because it is so drafty and cold in the winter time." It's definitely a spring and summer place." Jeanie offered. Well," Mike said with a note of finality in his voice, "I have to see the Banquet manager about a gig here, where will you be later?" he asked Jeanie. "I'm not sure, yet" she said without a trace of coyness, and glanced at me. "But if you're around I'm sure I won't miss seeing you." She added. "See you around," he said, turned to me and said, "Nice to meet you Mr. Ferguson." Not the least coldly. "Mike" I said with a nod, we shook again and he was gone with long quick strides, heading for the main door. I turned back to the bar, finished my first drink and motioned the bar tender for another. There still wasn't much of a crowd at the bar, but the tables on both levels of the place were filling up with well-dressed people, mostly couples in groups and the noise level was rising. "Would you like another?" I asked Jeanie. With a little hesitation she finally nodded, and added, "That will be three for me. And you know the old poem about martini's." "Well from the looks of you, I don't think a third will put you under the table." I said. And then I realized I was speaking rather loudly. As though reading my mind, she patted the bar stool to her left and said, "Why don't you come sit here beside me so I can hear you without yelling, Alan?" I moved to the seat, and said more softly and almost right into her ear, "I like the way you say my name, Jeanie." There. We had each called the other by our own names. I guess that was a symbol of progress. She looped her slender and very alluring arm through mine at the elbow and said with a purr, "I was so embarrassed when I realized I couldn't introduce you, you handled that so well." "I'm glad I didn't embarrass you in front of your friend. Have you two known each other for a long time?" I replied. "Well, it has been a long acquaintance, but it's not like I suspect you are thinking or asking about. You are in no danger of reprisal by an angry man." "Well that's a relief," I said, "I'm not into fighting and hate to be forced to defend myself." She had not removed her arm from the crook of my elbow and now her right breast was lightly rubbing against my right arm, and her thigh was touching mine. The realization began a stir in my pants. I took a sip from my drink as a stall and waited to see what happened next. Then I turned on my stool slightly, increasing the thigh contact and rubbing part of my forearm against her breast. "Ummmm." She said, "That's nice. I wouldn't think a guy like you would shy away from a physical confrontation. You look like you could handle yourself in almost any situation." "If you are speaking of fighting a jealous man, I have no interest in finding out how well I might do. As for all other physical contact, I find I am able to hold up my end in most encounters." I added with a smile, hoping she took my drift. By the way she moved her breast across my forearm, I could tell she not only got my drift, but also was interested in maybe seeing if I could back up my statement. "You seem pretty sure of yourself," she taunted. 'I don't mean to sound as though I am boasting," I said, not backing off, " just speaking from years of experience." "I'll bet you do have some experience," she said, with lips all pouted out and looking very kissable. "I'm one of those who admires the old Russian proverb, 'Trust but verify', we may have to negotiate an inspection treaty here." >From that point on, it didn't take long to let the double entendre's ramble on, finish our drinks, sign the check with my room number and make an exit that was not too hasty, although we both knew we had somewhere we wanted to go and we wanted to get there as soon as we could with some decorum left. The moment the elevator closed, we kissed, and just as our tongues began that marvelous battle over territory, the elevator slowed and stopped at the fourth floor. A middle-aged couple got on and pretended not to notice that my mouth was tinged with dark red lipstick. They got off at the fifth and we resumed our lip and tongue engagement until the doors opened at seven. My room was about six doors down the hall from the elevator. He walked with arms around each other's waist. When we got there, I pulled the key card out of my coat pocket just as she reached to kiss me and it fell to the floor. We finished a portion of that kiss and then she demurely kneeled down and picked up the key, glancing briefly at the growing bulge in my pants, stood and opened the door herself, then turned and kissed me once again and handed me the key card. I stepped in and she turned and put the "Do Not Disturb" sign outside on the doorknob and pushed the door shut. As soon as the door shut we practically lunged at each other, our mouths together, our tongues tangling and may hands reaching for her breasts. As I thought, there was no bra, just firm, squeezable breasts and nipples that were like hard as ball bearings and growing with each touch of my fingertips. Our breathing was gaining tempo and volume as we ground our bodies together, her thigh pressing into my crotch seeking my hard dick, which she quickly found and massaged with her leg. After what seemed like hours, she suddenly broke the kiss, backed up and said, "Get that jacket off while I take care of this." As I pulled my arms out of my jacket and tossed it for the boudoir chair, she began on what she described as "this". She was opening my belt, unzipping my pants and with one sweep, pulled my pants and underwear down to my ankles and took my already hard dick in her soft hands. I reached up and began to unbutton her blouse, freeing her breasts and exposing nipples to my mouth. I kissed each one while giving them both a furious caressing with my tongue. As I rose back up, she told me to get out of the "shackles on my ankles", meaning my pants and underwear. I did that without too much fumbling. We stood apart for a moment, one of my hands on each of her breasts and both of her hands holding onto my seven and one half inches of rock hard cock. And then she dropped to her knees and began to tenderly, almost lovingly kiss the head of my dick. Those few kisses were followed by her tongue licking the sensitive underside of my cock head and then, she took the whole head and little else into her mouth, her tongue going all the while. I'm not sure I could describe how exciting that was or how great it felt! I was shivering with delight, or was it the air conditioning being too low? No, I am sure it was the great lip and tongue attention my dick was getting. Just as I was beginning to need something more, she slowly pushed down my shaft swallowing the whole thing until her nose was buried in my pubes. And then she slowly licked her way back up my shaft with a lot of suction producing an incredible feeling. Just before the head slipped out of her mouth, she started back down again. I was in heaven. My knees were shaking. This girl was a world champion at making a guy's dick feel great! Soon, more than my knees were shaking, I was trembling all over and my balls were starting to tense up. I knew I was getting close, and I was sure I didn't want our first encounter to be over so quickly, certainly not before I had had my mouth on more than her beautiful tits. There were 35's at least. Dona is a scant 33 C, and so is her cousin, Jo Anne. Unless we happen to link up with a swinging couple and the woman has larger tits, I don't usually have such an amply supplied playground and I wanted to enjoy them some more as well as nibble on her clit before I fucked her brains out. And I couldn't do that if I dropped a load in her mouth right now. So I took her head in my hands, and slowly pulled my dick out of her mouth. Damn, that was hard to do! But I accomplished it and held her head and seeking tongue away from my too-sensitive cock head. I gently lifted her to a standing position. "No," I said, "Not yet, I'm not finished with your tits." And promptly lowered my mouth to her left breast. Since I was already bent over to her chest, I let my right hand drift down over her flat stomach to her crotch. She squirmed a little and turned so that my hand, which was headed for her mons, was put off target. Then she backed her pelvis away from me in a classic tease. I knew how to deal with that kind of tease. With my mouth still firmly fixed on her breast, tongue and teeth incessantly teasing her nipple, I let my other hand slip down her back, under the upper band of her lacy bikini undies and down the crack of her shapely ass. My middle finger probed lower and lower, seeking out her little rosebud anus. As I got nearer, she moaned and thrust her pelvis towards me, where my other hand was waiting. Again she twisted her hips slightly so that I missed her slit, but she pushed her hips backwards to that my finger not only found her anus, but also began to slide into it a little. It wasn't the easiest entry since the finger was not lubricated. Again a slight moan as she wiggled her buns trying to get my finger deeper into her anus. And then, my other hand, poised near her pussy, slid down and found the treasure of her mons. And then I had the shock of my life. A very pleasant one, but a shock nonetheless. The mons I thought I had finally reached in spite of her teasing twisting and turning was in reality the base of a rock hard cock that was bound back into the crack of her ass to conceal it. The outward appearance when clothed might be that of a large mons, but with my hand right there, it was beyond a doubt a good old-fashioned man-type cock. And a pretty good-sized one judging from the width of the base. She started talking, "Um, I guess there's something I should explain." I lifted my lips from her nipple and said, "What are you going to explain? That you are one beautiful woman and have a big cock, too?" "You mean, you ... don't, I mean, well?" she stammered. "Not one bit," I answered soothingly, "To me it is a like a big candy surprise." With a that said, I gently pulled her lacy bikini panties down, eased the patch off her dick and left it pop up. It was a genuine beauty, slightly longer than mine, probably about eight inches, and a little thicker. I put both hands on her shaft, and let my fingers tease the big mushroom head. "What a wonderful surprise, " I said, and I meant it. Here I was with this beautiful woman, whose ample breasts I had just been enjoying and now I find that she has a nice big dick to play with, too. It was too much to hope for and almost too good to believe. I took the head of her dick in my mouth and swirled my tongue around the head, producing a brisk intake of breath from her. Then I pushed down, aiming at putting my nose in that neatly trimmed little patch of fuzz just above her dick. As usual, my gag reflex got in the way of my swallowing all of a really big one, but I enjoyed as much as I could. She sensed my problem and took my head in her hands and began a steady in and out rhythm while I focused my attention on tonguing the head of her dick, not noticing that with each stroke she was a few millimeters deeper in my mouth until I suddenly realized that my nose ws indeed touching the little patch of pubes. My chin was resting on her big hanging balls. I had finally accomplished a complete deep throat, but only with her help. "There now, " she said, I knew you could do it, you just needed a little help." You are very good at sucking cock; you must have done that before. I guess I wasn't supposed to answer that since she had pushed her dick all the way back down my throat again. Actually I didn't want to pull my mouth off her at that moment. But after a few more strokes, she did pull her dick out of her mouth. Turning, she picked up her purse and said, "let's move to the bed". With that she walked over to the king-size bed, pulled back the comforter, threw it on the floor and sat down on the edge of the bed and began to peel her stockings off. I came over and as soon as she was through, dropped to me knees and pushed her legs up in the air and let my tongue find her sweet puckered ass hole. I washed all around it getting the reaction I had hoped for, a squirming, softly moaning sigh of appreciation, then I puckered my tongue and began to force it in side her. Her moan became louder. After several minutes of this my dick was aching and we were both breathing harder than we had before. I knew what I wanted. I wanted to fuck her, just as I had since I first saw her in the bar an age ago. "You wanted to fuck me down there in the bar," she said, "do you still want to?" "Oh hell yes!" I murmured and stood up. My dick was standing up straight. I was on fire. But I wasn't sure if I had her ass wet enough to stand the kind of fucking I wanted to give her. Lying on her back looking up at me, she reached for her purse without a word and handed me a tube of lube. "Use this, I want to really enjoy this, " she said, "and I won't enjoy it to the fullest unless we both are greased real well." I put some on my fingers and reached down to smear it all around her pucker, and then to gently slide one finger into her ass, then another. I toyed with her prostate a little but it produced such a sudden and intense reaction, I was afraid of making her come before I got into her. And I very much wanted to bury my cock bush-deep in her warm, inviting ass. As I stood there, dick in hand ready to begin my insertion into her ass, I looked down into her eyes. It was a very inviting sight; a beautiful woman on her back, cock standing upright, and legs lifted and spread waiting for me to enter her. Before I did, I bent down and took her rigid cock into my mouth and tried to get all of it into my mouth again. No luck, I knew if I did that again, I would need her tender assistance again. I couldn't wait for that. I gave her cock several long, deep strokes, making sure my tongue gave the head a lot of attention and then stood upright, bent my knees slightly and pressed the head of my dick to her ass. She did the right trick and her hole seemed to open right up, admitting the head. I eased it in, pulled back and then pushed in a little further. She sighed and said, "Thanks for being so gentle. Now give it all to me in one big push. And I did. She gasped and cried out, "Oh, yes!" coupled with a stimulating wiggle of appreciation. I paused there a moment, buried hilt deep in her ass, my balls against her cheeks, my dick throbbing with excitement as she wiggled my ass producing a massaging action on my dick deep in her body. And then I pulled back, paused and then slowly pushed back in again. Then the passion took over and I began a regular piston action, pushing my self toward that ultimate climax. She had her right hand on her cock and was methodically pumping it slowly at first but with an ever-quickening rhythm. I looked into her eyes, but they were averted to my right, as though she was looking at something there. I realized what she was looking at when a voice chimed in with, "Now that looks like real fun!" I whirled around, nearly breaking my hard on in Jeannie's ass and saw that same young man I had met in the bar downstairs not an hour ago. His full lips were pursed a little and he looked a little apprehensive when I yelled, "What the hell are you doing here?" I followed with, "And how did you get in here?" I'm watching you," he said, "And I got in with this." He added, holding up a key card that looked like mine, but then, they all look alike. By this time, my hard on was slowly deflating to what could be accurately described as a semi stiffie, but it was still buried in Jeanie's ass. I stood up with the thought vaguely in the back of my mind that I might have to defend my self. "Don't stop on my accord," he said, "Go right ahead, it looks like you were both enjoying what you were doing. If you don't mind, I think I will use your bathroom." With that said, he turned and headed for the bathroom. I was thinking: "What kind of guy walks in on what was transpiring, watches a little and then goes to the bathroom? And for what? To jerk off?" Jeanie had been silent through all this, but she piped up and said, "Mike has seen me having sex with men before, don't worry about him being objectionable." In the bathroom, I could hear the john flush and then the water running. And running. All the while my semi-stiffie was trapped in the tight warm confines of Jeanie's ass, and was starting to return to its battle-ready status. I moved slightly making a half a stroke's motion in and out of Jeanie's ass and she responded with a grateful sounding groan. Before I knew it I was back to pumping hard and fast and she was jerking her dick again. I was aware that Mike was back in the room and standing near me. He touched me on the shoulder and said, "Is that cock as good as it looks, Jeanie?" "Oh yes," Jeanie said, "It's better than it looks and it's better than good." "Well, how can I get a little of it in me?" he asked With that, Mike pushed me back away from Jeanie and produced a soapy wet hand towel and began to thoroughly wash my dick. When it was all lathered up and thoroughly washed, he produced another towel from the tray he had brought from the bathroom and began to rinse me off. The intense warmth of the rinse towel overcame any softening produced by the roughness of the soapy towel. After a second rinse, he gingerly fondled my dick and gave a few pumps with a firm grip. Then Mike leaned toward kissed me with those sensuous full lips I had noticed in the restaurant earlier today. It was an exciting kiss as our tongues touched gently, then furiously. I ran my hand down his flat stomach, over his cute butt and finally reached for his crotch. I was disappointed to find that he had only a soft dick resting on a pair of nice sized balls. Mike broke the kiss and said, "Wait, I need to do this." And proceeded to remove his slacks, fold them neatly and place them over the back of the chair at the desk. Next, he removed his tight fitting jockey's and ... well I got another shock. Under the briefs was jock strap affair with a well-articulated dick and balls. But they certainly weren't Mike's. When he pulled the jock strap off, it revealed the prettiest, neatly trimmed, full-lipped pussy I would ever want to see. Mike was a girl! "Well Alan," Jeanie said, "I guess I should properly introduce you two. Actually, this is Michelle she said as Mike took my hand and pressed it to his crotch. Mike pulled my head to him and we kissed again. I opened my mouth and welcomed his tongue while reaching for his crotch, tenderly touching the lips of his pussy, parting them and sliding my finger down the slit, finding moisture at the opening of his love canal. I used this to slide my finger gently under the hood and find his slit. He pulled back, breathing heavily and almost gasped, "I need to get out of the rest of these clothes," he said, it may take a minute, isn't there something you two can be doing?" Right on cue, Jeanie took my dick in her hand and just before it disappeared into her mouth, she said, "You need to watch this Alan." Her warm wet mouth covered first the head and then my whole dick as I watched Mike unbutton his shirt, drape that carefully over the coat and slacks on the chair, revealing an Ace bandage wrapped around his breasts. He unpinned the elastic bandage and rolled it up as it went round and round his torso until a lovely pair of perky, young 34-C-sized breasts were freed up. The areola were medium-sized each topped with pink, rock-hard nipples. I reached out and fondly massaged them, first one and then the other. As soon as the socks and shoes were gone, he stepped to me and we resumed our kiss, but this time my hands were all over his beautiful tits. I felt so lucky to have two great pair to play with in one evening. Jeanie stood up and joined us in caressing each of our bodies, then she took one of my hands and put it on her dick as she took my dick in the other hand. That left one of hers for one of Mike's tits and one of mine for the other, or his pussy. I chose the pussy, gently running my finger up and down his lips. This went on for I don't know how long, but I knew it was time to stop because I could feel the delivery tube on the underside of Jeanie's dick swelling almost as much as mine was. A standing up hand job isn't bad, but that clearly wasn't what we should be doing tonight. I moved my hand, Mike shuddered and said, 'If I'm going to come, I want to be lying on my back." He moved to the bed and took almost the same position that Jeanie had been in a few minutes (or was it hours?) ago. He spread his legs and looked at me provocatively and said, "Why don't you put your educated tongue in me." I wasted no time in dropping to my knees at the side of the bed and burying my face in his lips, my tongue frantically searching for his clit. When I made my way through the folds of flesh and found it I knew it was just the sort of clit that Donna would enjoy, a miniature penis, almost. It was hard and erect, peeking out from under its hood and reaching for my tongue. They met with tremendous results. He tasted as sweet as any pussy I had ever eaten; I was loving it and so was he, as he began a climax that sent shudders rocking through his body. As that was happening, I felt the cool touch of lube being applied to my ass hole. A few quick trips around my ass and then two fingers were there and then nothing. Without lifting my head from Mike's pussy as he was already on his way to a second orgasm, I felt the head of Jeanie's dick pressing at the entrance to my inner body. And then, pop! The mushroom head was in me and the whole dick was slowly sliding up into me as I ate the pussy of this gorgeous guy who had marvelous tits. It was almost too much. Jeanie was settling into a regular pattern of in and out in my ass when Mike had his second orgasm, moaning loudly and crying out, "Yes!" at the top of his voice a couple of times. I was being fucked with such powerful strokes, I only needed to relax and let the rhythm of Jeanie's thrusts force my head and thus my tongue forward and backward on Mike's clit. I could have done that all night, but once again, Mike interrupted sex between Jeanie and me for the second time this evening to make a wonderful suggestion, "Alan's getting cheated." He lifted my head from his pussy with his hands and pulled me forward, Jeanie following without once letting her cock out of my ass. Mike then squirmed around on the bed a little and placing his hands on my hips, guided my throbbing cock right into his wet and welcoming pussy. He was so hot and so tight, I thought I might explode right there, but got control of myself and quickly began to plunge into Mike's pussy with enthusiasm that was enhanced as Jeanie pounded her eight inch cock into me with a fury, her balls slapping against my ass with each stroke. It was the sort of event one would want to last forever, my dick in a very responsive pussy on a handsome man with great tits, a beautiful woman with her eight-inch cock ravaging my ass. We were all near an orgasm; only Mike had the luxury of multiples that frequently and he was nearing another. As he did, the contractions of his pussy began to put me over the edge and I, as usual, got very vocal about it. As I was mouthing something about coming, Jeanie began huffing and puffing and announced that she was "about to blow" and then I did. It was a body racking orgasm, I shuddered several times and I pumped a flood of hot cum into Mike's pussy. Mike was screaming he could feel it inside him. As My sphincter contracted with each shot, it was putting pressure on Jeanie's dick and before I was through pumping cum into Mike Jeanie was huffing and puffing and soon was pumping her big load into my ass. I collapsed on Mike as Jeanie pumped me until her cock was not hard enough to do anything any longer. We were a heap of happy, satisfied and very sweaty people. Then she slumped over on me. And Mike said, "I know this all feels good to those of you on top, but I'm feeling a little squished." "That's no little squish you have there," Jeanie said, "At least the last time I looked, and after Alan's big hog has been in it, it can't be little anymore." The laughter that remark produced was just what we needed. We all sat up on the bed, sweating and regaining our breath. Mike reached in his coat pocket and produced a box of cigarettes and lit one for each of us. So we sat there smoking a forbidden cigarette, in a non-smoking room, using a glass from the desk as an ashtray. "So, how did you get in here, Mike?" I asked, "I mean I'm really glad you did, that was a great fuck, you too, Jeanie, but how?" "Why with the key, " he answered. "But that's not possible", I said, "I have the key card right there in the left hand pocket of my jacket." "What you have is the key card that I gave you," said Jeanie, "The real key to your room was stuck in the slot I the door when I put the 'Do Not Disturb" sign out. "But why? I asked, " What if Mike had gotten here and I didn't want to play threesomes?" "Well", Jeanie said, "Let's just say that sometimes some men don't like to find out that they have been fooled by my looks and want to get violent. Mike can help with that. He's really good with some of those ancient Asian martial arts tricks." "And of course, " Mike added, "This always helps restore some reason to a guy, no matter how much he's had to drink. " As he said that, he produced a Walther PPK-S from his jacket. There's nothing like a firearm to restore validity to one's position in a heated disagreement. " He said with a smile. So how long have you two been together?" I asked. "Ever since two years before Jeanie had her implants and the whole make-over" Mike added. Since then she has gone from being Eugene the accountant in Baltimore to Jeanie the stock broker here in this area." Mike explained. "And you?" I asked. "Well there really wasn't much for me to do," Mike said, " Just learn to walk differently, talk a little differently, which wasn't had, I have six older brothers, and learn not to swoon when a good looking woman or man comes into the office or the restaurant." "Office?" I asked. "I used to be a loan officer in a big bank in Baltimore. That's how Jeanie and I met." He volunteered, "She was as strongly bi-sexual as I was, and we started exploring a little, which led to her picking up a guy and I watched, dressed as man, of course." "And then", Jeanie chimed in, "I'd watch dressed as woman while she picked up a woman and had sex with her. Soon we were wanting more and realized we could get more of what we wanted if we appeared as a couple, but it was taking too long for me to get up convincingly as a woman, so we moved down here, and I took a year off and emerged as Jeanie the stock broker. "Now it's a little clearer," I said. "Well I really am a software developed and installer and I have a live in lover who is a luscious bi sexual woman. I know she would love getting together with both of you. Let's swap numbers and email addresses and you two come to Marietta, that's Atlanta to you non Georgians, and let's make a long week-end of it." We made the swap before things returned to the fleshly pleasure. At first, Mike dropped to his chest on my folded up leg and began to lick my semi-hard dick. But that's another story, as is the next night of my stay. And when they got to Atlanta ... ah, I'll save that one too. NOTE FOR ONLINE READERS: I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed telling the story. 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