Story 15 #3
In the elevator, he had one woman on either side of him. They were both standing right against him, their bodies touching his.
He was feeling strangely aroused, but he told himself to get a grip.
Then, they reached the floor.
The door opened and they walked along the corridor and entered the suite.
It was a large room, filled with furniture, and another door led to the bedroom.
“What do you think?” Carrie asked him.
“Very nice,” he said.
“Take a seat,” she told him, “kick your shoes off.”
He took his shoes off and sat on the couch. He looked around, unsure what to do next.
The two women stood before him, looking down at him.
He noticed their hands brush together, and then he was surprised to see them hold hands.
“What do you think?” Carrie asked, “Shall we have some fun?”
She turned to Anna as she asked this, and Anna nodded.
“That’s just what I was thinking.”
Then, John was amazed by what happened next.
The two women turned to face one another.
Carrie took Anna’s face in her hands. She was taller than Anna, and she turned Anna’s face up to hers.
She looked down at her, their faces close.
Then, she bent down to kiss the other woman.
He watched in amazement. He saw their lips push together, saw them part slightly, giving him just a glimpse of their tongues joined as one before their lips pushed together again.
Anna’s hands hung at her side for a moment, and then she raised them up.
One hand stroked Carrie’s face. The other hand went behind her, stroking her back before moving up to hold her by the back of her head.
Then, Carrie broke off the kiss. Both women turned to look at John, their cheeks together.
“Now do you understand what’s going on here?” she asked him.
He nodded slowly, although he still wasn’t completely sure.
“Look at him,” Anna said teasingly, “he doesn’t quite get it.”
"Well, maybe you should go and show him."
The two women turned to face one another again. Carrie took hold of Anna's face again, kissed her for a moment, and then said softly, "Go on."
Anna walked across the John. His cock was starting to get hard in his pants as the realization of just what was happening here started to dawn on him.
She looked down at him. She took hold of one of his hands and raised it to her, moving his palm over her stomach, to her waist.
“Is this what you want?” she asked him, softly.
He didn’t know much, but he knew that whatever this was, he wanted it.
He nodded. It was all that he could do.
She smiled, and then she sat down on his lap.
He felt her soft ass push against his stiffening cock.
“Oh,” she said, wriggling her ass, rubbing against the hardness, “what have we got here?”
She looked into his eyes. Then, she stroked his face slowly with one hand and then she kissed him.
Her lips pushed against his, her kiss hot and heavy.
He kissed her back.
One hand went to her waist, resting there, and the other hand went to the back of her head, his fingers in her hair.
She turned her body toward him, and he felt her hand slide down from his face, going to the front of his body. He felt her fingers on the buttons of his shirt, and the full realization of just what was happening here dawned on him.
He felt her kisses move to his throat and then, felt her hot breath on his skin. She licked at him, kissed him, nibbled his skin playfully.
He opened his eyes and looked across at Carrie. She was standing there, watching.
Their eyes met.
“Now you understand,” she said to him. She came over to the couch and sat down beside him. Anna was still kissing his throat, her fingers still working on the buttons of his shirt. He turned his face to Carrie and she leaned in closer.
“Now it’s my turn,” she said, and then her lips were pushed against his as she kissed him. He felt one of her hands go to his knee. The hand slid up his leg and then it moved to Anna’s sweet ass.
He thought about what was happening here - about these two gorgeous women, both of them wanting one another and both of them wanting him. He couldn’t believe that it was happening, and yet there was no denying it.
Suddenly, Carrie grabbed Anna. She pulled her away, pulling her onto her lap instead. She wrapped her arms around Anna’s waist and Anna wrapped her arms around Carrie’s shoulders.
John’s shirt was undone now. Carrie took one of her arms away from Anna and pushed his shirt open, her hand going to his body and stroking it. Her caress felt wonderful.
“I think,” she said, thoughtfully, “that it is time for us to take this into the bedroom. What do you both say?”
Anna nodded enthusiastically, and John nodded in unison.
Carrie pushed Anna off her, and they all stood up.
Carrie led them into the bedroom. When they were there, they all faced one another, waiting to see just what would happen next.
“Come here,” Carrie said. She reached out and took hold of his hands, pulling him to her, and then they were kissing again. He felt her tight body pushing up against him, and his hands went to her waist.
She pushed her hands beneath his shirt, eager to feel his body. Her touch was driving him crazy. He wanted to feel more of her now.
His hands began to move over her. One of his hands went to her back. It slid slowly up it, and then it moved back down. It rested on the small of his back for a moment and then it moved down to her ass, grabbing that sweet, peachy, ass and squeezing it playfully, kneading it.
He felt her push against the hard bulge in his pants now. There was no disguising it now - it was hard and throbbing and ready to be released.
Then, he felt other hands on him. He had been so caught up with Carrie that he had almost forgotten about Anna.
But she had been watching what was unfolding here and now it seemed that she’d had enough of watching - now, she wanted to get involved.
He felt her body push against his, felt her soft breasts rubbing at him,
He turned to her, his hands still on Carrie.
He bent down, and then he kissed her.
One of his hands left Carrie and went to Anna. He put his hand on her waist and then it slid down over the curve of her ass. His fingers dug into it, squeezing it, being driven wild by it.
He moved from one to the other, kissing both of them. He felt their hands on his skin, moving lightly, feeling him all over.
He felt as though he was being driven wild, lost in his desire for both of these women.
One of his hands went to the front of Anna’s blouse.
He began to undo it, his fingers pushing against her breasts as he did so.
He got her blouse undone and then his hand moved in to feel her body, his fingers moving over her stomach, playing with her belly button for just a moment.
His hand moved up her body and he found the swell of her breasts and felt them through her bra.
He squeezed them, wanting more of them.
His other hand moved up Carrie’s body. He took hold of one of her breasts and felt it through her dress. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and it felt wonderful.
Then, he felt her take hold of his hand. She stepped away from him, still holding onto his hand.
“I think that it’s time we moved things over to the bed,” she said, “don’t you?”
He nodded, showing that he agreed with her completely.
She led him over to the bed, with Anna following.
She pushed him down onto it and he lay back, his head on the pillows.
Both women looked down at him. Then, they turned to one another, taking hold of each other, kissing passionately, their hands on each other.
Carrie pushed Anna’s blouse off.
Then, her hands were behind the other woman, undoing her bra.
It slid off her, and John caught a glimpse of her breasts before Carrie's hands took hold of them.
Then, Anna was pulling Carrie's dress down.
Carrie's perky breasts popped free. He looked at them, his cock harder than ever now, so hard that it felt as though it might break free at any moment, and then Anna's hands were on them.
Then, Anna bent down to them, sucking on them.
He heard the slurping sound and saw her lips working, and he was torn between never wanting this show to end and desperately wanting to be a part of it.
However, he wasn’t going to be left out for long. Both women turned to look at him.
Carrie pulled her dress the rest of the way down so that she was just wearing her panties.
Anna pushed her skirt down likewise. Both women turned their bodies to him, as though offering themselves to him.
Now he could see their breasts properly.
The dark, small, hard nipples of Carrie and the lighter, larger, nipples of Anna on her large breasts. He wanted both of them.
They were looking at him as though they expected something. It took him a moment to work out just what that was.
Then, he pushed his pants down. Now, he was only wearing his boxer shorts. They looked at him - his cock pushing up at his underwear unmistakably now - and they paused for a moment, wanting the anticipation to build.
They came to him then, both of them climbing onto the bed, one of them on either side of him.
They lay down, pushing their bodies, their soft breasts, against him.
He slid his hands down their backs, grabbing their asses. He pushed the back of their panties down, wanting to get a proper feel for them.
He kissed them, one after the other. He felt their hands moving all over his body.
Then, he felt a hand - it took him a moment to work out that it must be Anna’s - take hold of his cock through his underwear. She squeezed it experimentally, just wanting to get a feel for it. Although she was only teasing him it still felt wonderful.
His hands moved up their bodies and took hold of their breasts. He massaged them, filled with wonder. Anna’s were so big, so soft. He felt Carrie’s stiff nipple push against his hand and he took hold of it with his thumb and forefinger, tweaking it playfully.
Then, they moved up the bed. They pushed their breasts toward him. He felt Anna’s engulf his face, pushing against it. He was lost between them, lost in their warmth.