Story 24 #3
He nodded slightly as he said this. She supposed that she should have found this strangely inappropriate. And yet - she liked the attention.
Paul had his arm around her waist, and he looked at Mitch. Mitch turned his attention to Paul. She saw Paul raise his eyebrows slightly, and then she saw Mitch nod slightly at him in response. She wasn’t sure what was going on, but she felt that something had gone over her head here.
“Well,” Paul said, “this place is getting a bit too busy. How would you like to come back to our place for a drink? We can get to know one another a bit better there.”
She looked at him as though he were crazy. Go back to his place? It was madness. She had only just met him.
And yet - she wanted to. It felt good to be desired like this again. And she wanted to have some fun. After all, wasn’t that what this was all about?
“Sure,” she heard herself saying, hardly able to believe it, “why not?”
“Excellent!” Paul said, “That’s the spirit. Let’s go!”
She wasn’t sure what Mitch’s role in all of this was, but he had looked happy with her response as well, and he followed them outside. She looked at him curiously.
Then, when they were outside, Mitch pulled out his phone.
"Just let me call the driver; he should be around here somewhere."
Paul turned to her to explain.
”We’re here on a business trip. That means we get a fancy car and driver laid on - and a very nice apartment, as you’ll find out soon enough.”
Sure enough, a large, black car came round the corner. A well-dressed driver was behind the wheel. He looked at them all dispassionately as they climbed into the back.
Emma found herself between the two men. There was plenty of room in the car, but both men were pushing up against her. She felt sandwiched between these two well-built, powerful men. She had to admit to herself that she liked it.
“Just let me get this,” Paul said. He leaned forward and closed the shutter between the front and back of the car.
“That’s more like it,” he said, turning his face to Emma’s.
He reached out with his hand and stroked her face, and then he leaned in to kiss her.
She reached up with her own hand and put it on his face, touching his cheek, as his hand slid down to her shoulder, down her arm, and then to her waist.
She felt his hand move even further down, down past the place where her skirt ended, down to her knee, where it rested, the fingers stroking her gently.
But then she was surprised to feel another hand on her other knee.
It took her a moment to make sense of what was happening. It couldn’t be Paul’s hand. And so - it had to be Mitch!
Her first instinct was to grab hold of it and pull it away. But she resisted the urge. Two men caressing her - she liked it. But what would Paul say if he knew?
As if he had heard this question, Paul suddenly pulled back from their kiss.
He looked into her eyes.
“I’m being greedy,” he said.
She looked at him quizzically.
“Well,” he said, “it’d be rude not to share, wouldn’t it?”
He looked past her, toward Mitch.
Suddenly, she felt as though she was starting to understand.
She turned to Mitch.
“What do you say?” he asked her with a smirk.
She was stunned, unable to speak. Instead, she nodded slowly.
He reached out and put one of his hands behind her head.
He leaned in, and then he kissed her.
She felt his hand slide up her leg slightly, the tips of his fingers pushing beneath her skirt.
And Paul’s hand was still there, still lightly stroking her.
It was wonderful.
Mitch’s hand then moved further up her body, going to her waist, the tips of his fingers now pushing up beneath her top. She could sense his eagerness, his desire for her, in the way that his fingers kept trying to find more and more of her to play with.
She turned toward him, pushing her body against him.
Her hands went to him, moving over his chest, feeling him. One of her hands then went behind his head, moving through his hair.
Then, she felt Paul’s hand go to her stomach.
He stroked her, his hand pushing her top up, and it seemed as though he wanted to remind her that he was still there.
She broke off her kiss with Mitch and turned to Paul.
“Having fun?” he asked her, that arrogant smirk on his lips.
She didn’t even respond. She just leaned in to kiss him again, with even more passion now as she understood what was happening, as she gave herself to these two men completely.
She would have been happy to be passed between the two of them in the back of this car for much longer, both of them exploring more and more of her body, both of them making her do whatever they might want her to do.
However, the car suddenly came to a halt.
“This is us,” Paul said. He got out of the car and held the door open for her.
The cool evening air made her face feel hot.
They headed into the building. As soon as they were in the elevator, Paul pulled her to him. He was kissing her again, his hands on her body again. She felt his hand go to her ass, just as it had done on the dance floor. She moved herself in closer to him, and then he turned her around and pushed her up against the wall of the elevator, pushing his body against hers, grinding up against her.
His kisses moved to her throat, and she let out a gasp.
One of her hands was on the back of his head, holding him there, and the other hand was moving up and down his back.
She looked over at Mitch, who was watching this unfold with a slight smile on his lips.
Their eyes met, and he stepped in closer. He bent over her and kissed her gently, slowly, lingeringly, on the lips.
Then, the elevator came to a stop.
Paul led her out of the elevator and down a corridor to an apartment.
She didn’t get a chance to see much of the decor, although it looked expensive, as she was led through to one of the bedrooms.
As soon as she was in there, it was Mitch’s turn to take hold of her.
He pulled her to him, and then he was kissing her again as she reached up to wrap her arms around his shoulders.
Her arms then slid down from there, down to move over his body.
She ran a hand over his chest as her other hand moved down his back to grab a handful of his firm ass.
He pushed himself against her. She could feel the bulge in his pants, and she pushed back against it. She wanted to turn him on, and she wanted him to know that it was her aim.
As they kissed, she felt another body push against her side. She turned, and there was Paul. Now, he bent down to kiss her. One of her hands went to his body, pulling at his shirt, then her hand slid up beneath it, moving over his abdomen, feeling the heat of his body, the firm muscles.
Her other hand did the same to Mitch. She wanted to feel more of his body as well.
Then, she began to undo their shirts. It took some coordination to get both of them undone at the same time, and it was hard to concentrate with everything else that was going on around her, but she managed it.
Then, her hands were moving freely over their bodies as they passed her from one to the other, each taking their turn kissing her.
She felt their hands all over her. Having four hands caressing her body, wanting her body, was a wonderful feeling. She thought back to Stewart - how he had made her feel undesirable. There was no chance of her feeling like this now. Every sweet caress, every probing finger, let her know just how desirable she really was.
She felt Paul’s hand on her ass, massaging it gently.
Then she felt one of Mitch’s hands move over her stomach, pushing her top up again. She felt the tip of his thumb on her belly button, flicking at it, making slight circles over it.
Then, she felt that hand slide up further.
She felt him move slowly, wanting to feel every single part of her, but still with a purpose in mind, a place where he wanted his hand to go.
Then, she felt his thumb brush over the underside of one of her breasts.
She was glad that she hadn't worn a bra that night. She had thought to herself that it might be nice to show off her exquisite breasts, and now it seemed as though it had been an excellent call by her.
He rested his hand there for a moment, his thumb just moving back and forth on the swell of the underside of her breast.
He was enjoying the anticipation.
Then, his hand moved up. He was kissing her now, and she felt him push his lips against her with a new intensity. She matched it, wanting him to know that she wanted more of his touch as well.
His hand moved further up, and then he grabbed hold of her breast.
He spread his fingers and took as much of it in his hand as he could, and then his fingers dug into its softness.
He pushed himself against her with more urgency, and she could feel just how hard he was now.
She thought about his cock, thought about both men's cocks, and she felt dizzy with desire for them. She wondered how she was going to handle both of them, but she had a feeling that she was going to find out, and that it was going to be a lot of fun.
Paul stepped back, then, and Mitch seemed to take the hint. Both of them stepped away from her and looked at her.
They took their shirts off, letting them fall to the floor.
Then, they began to undo their pants.
She was frozen now, just looking at them, admiring them.
Their bodies looked incredible, but she had a feeling that there was something even more incredible on the way.
They slid their pants down and stood before her in their boxer shorts.
She could see the way that their cocks pushed at their underwear, and they both looked as though they were pacing something seriously impressive.
She wanted to go to both of them - or, she wanted both of them to come to her, to take her, to do what they wanted with her.
But they were looking at her, waiting, expecting her to do something.
It took her a moment to work out just what it was that they expected from her.
Then, she smiled at them both.
Slowly, teasingly, she lifted her top up. She pulled it up beneath her breasts, holding it there for a moment. Then, she pulled it higher, and she felt her breasts drop out of it before she pulled it over her head.