Story 21 #3
They stepped out of the elevator and headed to the hotel room.
They stepped inside, and Andy looked at the two women. He wasn’t sure just how they should proceed here, and he was waiting for someone to show him the way.
Carla turned to look at Emma. The excitement on Emma's face was unmistakable. This was what she wanted, and needed. How long had she wanted something like this? Andy looked at her and felt as though this was about to be a great release for her.
Then, Carla reached out with one hand. She took hold of one of Emma’s hands and they stood like that for a moment, as though they were both enjoying this moment of anticipation.
Then, Carla pulled Emma to her. Emma went willingly. Carla was the younger of the two, but for now, she seemed to be showing the way.
He saw Emma flick her hair to one side. She reached up with one hand and stroked Carla’s face with her hand.
“So beautiful,” she murmured.
Carla took hold of Emma’s face between both of her hands. She bent her head and Emma did the same so that their foreheads were touching. Carla whispered something to her that Andy couldn’t hear.
Then, they tilted their heads back. Their faces were so close that their noses were practically touching. Emma raised her hand again and her fingers brushed over Carla’s full lips as though she couldn’t quite believe that they were real.
Then, Carla moved in closer and then they were kissing one another.
He watched in amazement, his cock throbbing even more urgently now, as Carla's hands went to Emma's body. She took hold of her waist and pulled her into her, their bodies coming together. He saw one of Carla's hands stay resting on Emma's waist while the other hand went around behind her, resting on the small of her back for a moment before reaching down and grabbing a handful of her ass. He saw Carla squeeze his wife's ass and he thought to himself that he had been right in the elevator - Carla did, in fact, want a piece of that for herself.
He noticed that Emma’s hands went up and paused for a moment, as though unsure about just what to do next.
Then, one of her hands went behind Carla’s head, her fingers pushing through that thick, luxurious hair.
Her other hand went to Carla’s shoulder, stroking the bare skin there. Her touch then moved down Carla’s arm, as though she couldn’t quite believe how soft, how lovely, this woman was.
Emma was the taller of the two, and now that Carla had got things underway she seemed to be taking control of the situation as she started to get more used to it and her instincts started to take over.
Her hand left Carla’s arm and went behind the other woman. It moved up her back, and then back down to her waist. There was a bare patch of skin between Carla’s top and her skirt, and Emma’s hand found it, stroking it and then pushing up slightly beneath her top. Andy wondered if Emma was about to grab hold of one of Carla’s full, ripe breasts. He would be lying if he said that he hadn’t wondered just how good they would feel.
However, Emma’s hand then moved back down and went around behind Carla, grabbing hold of her ass, her fingers digging into the juicy softness that she found there, pulling the other woman to her.
Their bodies pushed together, wanting one another.
Then, Emma broke off the kiss and turned to look at him. Carla pushed her face into the crook of Emma’s neck, licking at her, nuzzling her.
Emma was almost panting.
“Go on,” she said softly, “go to him.”
Carla raised her face and turned to look at him.
“She’s so good,” Emma said to him.”
Carla let go of Emma and walked over to him. She came slowly, her hips moving from side to side, her breasts bouncing.
Then, she stood before him. She looked up at him. Then, she ran a hand down the front of his body.
“Very nice,” she murmured.
Then, her hand went down over the front of his pants. She found the hard bulge there and gave it a squeeze. Her smile widened further.
"Very nice indeed," she said, and then she moved her hand back to the front of his body, placing her palm on his chest and pushing him so that he sat down on the armchair. He looked over at Emma. She looked disheveled, her hair a mess, and color in her cheeks. She had never looked so beautiful to him. She looked at him with intensity as Carla sat down in his lap.
He felt the weight of her soft ass rubbing at the bulge in his pants now, and then she leaned in to kiss him, her breasts pushing against him.
Her kiss was slow and passionate, her soft lips pushing eagerly at his, her tongue massaging his.
He put his arms around her waist at first, with one hand going to the bare skin of her midriff, feeling her warm softness.
Then, one of his hands went up her back, up to her thick hair, holding her head right where he wanted her.
His other hand went to her thigh. He stroked it, before pushing his hand up beneath her skirt, up till he felt her soft cotton panties.
She turned around on the armchair, no longer sitting on his lap but now straddling him, with one knee on either side of him. She looked down at him with a smile. His hands went to her waist as she bent down to kiss him again, and then they slid down to her thighs, pushing up beneath her skirt.
He grabbed hold of her ass through her panties, squeezing it, feeling how wonderful it was.
He felt her hands on the front of his body. She was undoing his shirt, and then her hands were on his skin, moving over his muscles, feeling as much of him as she could.
He was fully caught up in the moment now. He pushed the back of her panties down and grabbed her ass properly. She pushed down on him, her crotch rubbing against his.
One of his hands now went to the front of her body.
He felt her stomach, felt the rise and fall of her breathing.
His hand began to slide up her body now, wanting to feel her breasts.
But then, just as his thumb brushed the underside of one of them, she broke off the kiss and pulled back slightly.
She looked down at him, and then she turned to look at Emma. Emma was standing there still, watching all of this unfold.
“Should I go to her?” Carla asked him, “Is that what you want?”
She had led the way for them to get here, but now it seemed as though the young woman was ready to do their bidding, eager to please them both, to go where they wanted her to be, to do what they wanted her to do.
“Yes,” he said breathlessly. In truth, he would have been more than happy to keep her right where she was. But he wasn’t greedy. He knew that Carla was here for both of them.
Carla got to her feet and turned to Emma. As soon as she got close, Emma reached out and grabbed hold of her, pulling her to her and kissing her.
Then, he saw Emma’s hands go to Carla’s ass and then he saw one of them move around to Carla’s front. He saw Emma’s hand move up beneath Carla’s top and grab hold of one of Carla’s breasts. He wasn’t jealous that his wife had got there first. He was sure that his time would come. Instead, he was incredibly aroused by what he was seeing.
He saw Carla’s kisses move to Emma’s throat once more. He saw Emma’s other hand go to the back of Carla’s head and start to stroke her hair. Emma had her eyes closed, but now she opened them and looked over at him.
“Come here,” she told him, and he got to his feet immediately, heading over to them.
He looked down at his wife's face. He stroked it and then bent down to kiss her. He didn't think that he had ever wanted her more than he did at that moment.
Her hands now went to him as they kissed. She pushed his shirt off and then both her and Carla's hands were on his body. He felt Carla's mouth there, licking at his body. He felt her kiss him and then he turned from Emma to kiss Carla.
He pulled her to him and then one of his hands was beneath her top, finally grabbing hold of one of her breasts, massaging it as their kiss intensified.
Carla stepped back from him and looked from him to Emma. Then, she pulled her top off. Her breasts popped free and they were just as wonderful as he had thought that they would be.
He put an arm around her waist and pulled her to him, kissing her.
Then, Emma’s arms were around her, taking hold of her, taking possession of her, and he relinquished her to his wife.
Emma was kissing Carla, one of her hands on Carla’s ass and the other one on one of her breasts. The breasts were full and flawless, the nipples big, dark, circles.
Emma bent down to them, kissing them all over. Andy watched in amazement as his wife gave into her primal urges, and gave in to her hunger for this woman.
Carla moaned softly as Emma’s lips pushed at one of her nipples and began to suck on it.
She looked over to Andy and reached out to him, pushing the tips of her fingers down into the front of his pants and pulling him over to her.
He went to her willingly, and then she was undoing his pants, pushing them down and his cock was finally freed from its prison, bouncing out of his pants and into her waiting hand.
“Oh, yes,” she purred as she grabbed hold of his big, fat, rock-hard cock.
She grabbed it at that base and gave it a couple of playful squeezes.
Then, she began jerking him off slightly, and then she turned to him, kissing him as Emma gave her to her husband.
He pushed himself against her and then he was grabbing hold of her breasts before he bent down to kiss them just as his wife had done.
He sucked on the stiff nipples, hearing Carla moan happily.
One of his hands went to the back of her skirt, pulling it up and grabbing her ass again. He then moved his hand around to the front of her panties and began to rub at her pussy through them. Her moans grew more urgent. He could feel how wet she was already through her panties. He pushed at her clit through her panties and then he pushed her panties to one side, finding the wetness of her pussy and starting to toy with her.
He felt a hand on the side of his face, pulling him up. He turned and saw that his wife had taken off her dress now. She was just in her panties, and she looked perfect.