Story 14 #3
Then, he heard a sound of a door closing, followed by footsteps. He felt his heart sinking. So, he thought, was this the husband?
But then he was surprised when a woman walked into the room. Tara was slightly above average height, and this woman looked slightly below average. She had a slim, athletic build. She was wearing a simple dress that showed off good legs and clung to her good-sized, perky breasts. She had dark blonde hair, almond-shaped blue eyes, a thin, cute face, and a friendly smile.
"Hello," she said, looking curiously at him. "What have we got here?"
"John," Tara said, placing a hand on his shoulder, "this is my…friend…Sophie. Sophie, this is John. He's come here to help us out."
“Oh, is that right?” Sophie said, looking at Tara and then turning back to John, looking him up and down, “Well, I must say that he certainly looks very…helpful.”
She walked over to Tara then. She stood in front of her, and then she leaned in and kissed her quickly, lightly, on the lips.
“You do like to have a bit of help, don’t you?” she said, softly.
Then, Tara reached up with her other hand, the one that wasn’t on John’s shoulder, and put it on Sophie’s face. She pushed the hand back past Sophie’s ear, round to the back of her head. Then, she pulled Sophie in closer.
It seemed as though it happened in slow motion to John as he stood there, amazed.
He saw Tara's lips part, saw her tongue, and then the two women's mouths joined together in a long, sensual kiss.
So, he thought to himself, not married. But, not available, either.
However, then it seemed as though they both suddenly remembered that he was there. Tara still had her hand on his shoulder, and she broke off the kiss, squeezing his shoulder as she did so.
“So,” she said to him, looking at him with eyes that seemed to burn with sensual desire, “now that you know, what do you say to giving us a hand?”
Now, he felt as though he really understood what was happening, no matter how unbelievable it might be. Did his mother have any idea that Tara had Sophie living with her? Did she know just what a naughty girl her friend was? But he told himself to stop thinking about such things and focus on the moment at hand, the woman in front of him who had just asked him a question.
“Absolutely,” he said in reply.
Then, Tara turned him toward her, moving him in front of her with one hand on his shoulder and her other hand going to his waist.
Then, the hand on his shoulder went to his face, stroking it softly. The touch of her slender fingers on his skin was driving him crazy. His cock was stirred into action once more, already getting harder.
She leaned in slowly. He saw her lips parting, and his own parted in response. And then her lips pushed against his, her tongue went to his, joined with his, and it was the most wonderful kiss of his life. He felt as though he had wanted this for so long, and now it was a reality.
He reached up with one of his hands to her face, wanting to feel her skin beneath his palm as though that would convince him that this moment was, in fact, real.
His other hand hung uselessly at his side for a moment, and then it went to her waist. He felt the curve of her hips beneath his hand, and then his thumb pushed up beneath her top, feeling the softness of her body. He moved his thumb back and forward slightly, wanting to keep feeling more of her.
She ran one hand down to his chest and moved it over his body. Then, she broke off their kiss and looked into his eyes.
"We're going to have a lot of fun," she said to him, and his rock-hard cock throbbing in his pants agreed with her sentiment entirely. "All three of us," she continued, turning to look at Sophie.
Sophie was standing there, watching, and now Tara reached out and took hold of her hand. Her other hand took hold of one of John’s.
“Go on,” she urged them, “why don’t the two of you get to know one another a little bit better?”
He looked at Sophie. She really was beautiful. He wanted to be kissing Tara again, but now he also wanted Sophie. For a moment, he felt as though it was an impossible choice. And then it occurred to him that it wasn't at all. He didn't have to choose. They were both right here, ready for him.
Sophie took a step toward him. Now that he could see her up close, he was struck by how gorgeous she really was. She looked as though she was slightly younger than Tara.
She looked up at him, and he reached out and took her face between both of his hands.
He moved in closer, and then he was kissing her.
One of her hands went to his face as well, then it moved around behind him. She held the back of his head as their kiss intensified, and then her hand moved further down, down to his back, and then it moved up and down his back before moving further down to grab hold of his ass.
He felt her squeezing it and pulling him to her.
His hands slid down from her face, down over her bare arms, and then he took hold of her waist, pulling her to him just as she was moving him closer to her. The intensity of their kiss increased as he pushed himself against her, feeling her soft body.
One of her hands now moved beneath the front of his T-shirt, moving over the firm muscles of his abdomen.
Then, he felt another hand on his back. He broke off the kiss and turned, and there was Tara, waiting for him.
He felt as though he was more aroused now than he had ever been at any point before in his life. He felt so turned on that he felt as though some animal had been unleashed within him. He felt as though there was no holding back now.
He grabbed her waist now, and one of his hands moved around behind her. It rested on the small of her back for a moment as he thought about her ass, about the times when he had fantasized about it. Now, it was right there for him, right there for the taking.
His hand slid down to it. He spread his fingers as he grabbed hold of it. He moved his hand, feeling the sweet curve of it, and then he grabbed hold of it, his fingers digging into it.
He felt one of her hands go to his ass as well. They both moved in closer to one another, and he pushed himself against her. He felt her pushing back, moving her body against the hard bulge in the front of his pants. It was throbbing with such urgency now that he felt as though it might go off at any moment. He also found that he didn't particularly care if it did. He felt as though he would be ready to go again soon enough if that was the case.
His other hand, the one that wasn’t busy with her ass, moved up the side of her body.
He felt the swell of one of her breasts beneath his hand as he took hold of it from the side. He gave it a tentative squeeze. She wasn't wearing a bra, and it felt wonderful. All of those times that he had thought about these breasts, lusted after them, and now they were right here, ready for him.
He moved his hand further down the side of her body, and then he slid it up beneath her top, feeling more of her body, moving closer to her breast.
His thumb brushed against the underside of it, about to make his move, but then she surprised him by stepping back.
She looked up at him with a wicked smile, and then she took hold of both of his hands.
"Come on," she said softly, "let's take things upstairs before we really get carried away here. What do you say?"
All that he could do was nod. In that moment, he was ready to do anything that she wanted him to do, to follow her anywhere that she wanted him to go.
She led him upstairs. Sophie followed, and soon the three of them were in the bedroom. He looked down at the bed, and then he looked at Tara again. She grabbed hold of his T-shirt, pulling him in close to her again. She kissed him, slowly, and then she pulled her face back just a tiny bit from his. He could feel her hot breath on his face. He looked into her eyes and saw the desire there. He was sure that she could see the same thing in his eyes.
Then, she ran her hands down his T-shirt before grabbing hold of the bottom of it. She began to pull at it.
He raised his arms obediently, and she pulled them up over his head. She stepped back to admire his body.
Then, she came in closer again. She was kissing him now with her hands all over him. Then, Sophie's hands were there as well. He felt how much both women wanted him. One of Sophie's hands went to his face, turning it to hers. He turned from Tara, and there was Sophie's mouth, ready and eager for his. As he kissed her, he felt Tara's mouth on his chest, gently kissing him and then licking at him. One of his hands was on her waist, and he pushed it up beneath her top again. Nothing was going to stop him now.
He reached up for one of her breasts and took hold of it. It was wonderful - full and ripe, soft and warm, just as he had imagined it would be. He began to stroke it and then to massage it gently. He felt her nipple pushing at the palm of his hand.
His other hand was on Sophie's ass. He pulled the back of her dress up, and then his hand was beneath it, pushing her panties down, grabbing her ass with more force, squeezing it, and pulling her to him.
Her body pushed against his, and then he felt one of Tara’s hands move down his body, down to the front of his pants. She grabbed hold of the bulge there, squeezing his cock through his pants as though testing it out, wanting to see just what he had in there. She seemed to like what she felt there. Suddenly, her mouth was at his ear, the breath tickling his skin as she whispered to him, “I can’t wait to get that big, fat dick of yours inside me.”
Then, she bit his earlobe playfully.
Then, she was pulling Sophie away from him. The two women were then kissing in front of him, their hands all over one another, as though they were putting on a little show for him, and he was loving every minute of it.
He saw one of Tara’s hands move up and grab one of Sophie’s breasts through her dress.