8
~ Ian ~
She’s waiting for me to make the first move.
I don’t make her wait long. I wrap my arms around Lorna’s body - so slender, so firm - and our lips in a fiery, hungry kiss.
This is slower and more gentle than the kiss she gave me earlier today, but no less intense.
As we kiss and our tongues collide like the dancing swords of competing fencers, Lorna guides me back to one of the stools and I make a clumsy attempt to sit.
It’s more difficult than you’d think with your eyes closed and brain otherwise engaged.
Our kiss lasts a few more blissfully sensual moments before Lorna pulls back.
Her smile dances in those bright, clear eyes.
Her cheeks are flushed with excitement. Is she eager about the potential experience we’re about to take together or is she excited to introduce me to another part of this wonderful, unusual world of total sexual liberation?
Lorna beckons to our newest addition. Teri switches the broiler off and steps closer to join us.
I cannot help but feel a curious surge in my manhood as she approaches.
Something about the combination of her sudden humility, the submissive and feminine look of the apron around her body, and the yearning hunger in her eyes threatens to shut down my brain.
The thoughtful, rational part of my body is succumbing to those innate caveman urges.
Man see pretty girl. Man take pretty girl.
Man see two pretty girls.
Man cannot resist.
The two girls stand before me and turn to face each other.
Lorna places her hands on Teri’s cheeks and, with God as my witness, Teri seems to wilt at her touch.
They slowly move closer , eyelids fluttering closed, lips parting, until the inevitable happens.
Their lips connect in a delicate, sensual embrace.
Slowly at first. Gently. Then the kiss builds in intensity.
I hear both women inhale through their noses and moan into each other’s mouth.
I can see their cheeks moving as their tongues spar and connect and glide.
I can feel how much they both crave this.
Teri wraps her arms around Lorna’s waist, hands roaming, fingers caressing, body squeezing. She clutches Lorna with a desperate need I’ve never seen before. As much as I yearn to get involved - man want pretty girls - it’s probably more prudent to sit back and wait until I’m called.
Damn, I didn’t know I could still think of a word like prudent with all my blood racing south.
Teri’s slender fingers slip beneath the fabric of Lorna’s top and move upwards, raising the clothing like the curtain on a stage.
I have gazed at Lorna's silky, creamy body a hundred times by now, but I have never seen it like this.
It feels as if Teri is half doing it to undress Lorna and half putting on a show for my benefit.
Either way, I cannot complain. Every red-blooded man in the world would kill to sit on this island stool right now.
I clutch the marble top of the kitchen island to keep myself upright.
The rest of the kitchen, the rest of the house, the rest of the planet, melts away into nothingness.
All I can see are these two beautiful young women surrounded by a halo of warm light.
Lorna’s top falls to the floor like a leaf in the fall.
Her skirt soon follows. Teri clutches and caresses her lover’s firm ass.
I can see the restraint in those clutching fingers; if Teri wasn’t so controlled, she could easily go crazy.
Lorna lets out a muffled moan. The sound makes my manhood throb.
I can’t recall the last time I enjoyed this many erections in the same day. Surely not since my honeymoon.
Now Teri is passionately kissing Lorna, who stands in the kitchen in just her bra and panties.
They pull apart for a moment, breathing hard, both smiling like this is the best moment of their lives.
Lorna whispers something in Teri’s ear and I see Teri shiver in full-body excitement.
Lorna spares me a sultry, heavy-lidded glance and says, “Want to help me unwrap her?”
I’m on my feet again in a flash, taking up position on the other side of Teri’s trembling figure.
Lorna and I work together without saying a word.
I part the straps on the apron and Lorna eases it away.
I ease Teri’s loose gray shirt up and Lorna removes it entirely, revealing those firm, luscious breasts in all their glory.
Lorna locks eyes with Teri and brings her soft lips to one rose-pink nipple.
The sound of erotic bliss that escapes Teri’s mouth is incredible, like a lioness purring.
While Lorna concentrates on Teri’s front, I amuse myself by kissing the young woman’s soft, sensitive neck from behind.
My hands slip inside her shorts and ease them to the floor.
Lorna doesn’t waste a second. From the moment Teri is undressed, Lorna’s fingers begin a slow, sensual exploration of that gorgeous body.
Both women are so absorbed in one another and so caught up in the moment that I disappear from their minds.
Not that I have a problem with it, of course. This is more about them than me.
“God, Lorna…” Teri’s breathless whimper is interrupted by a heavy gasp as Lorna’s fingers find a particularly sensitive place between those soft thighs.
Silky moans fill the air, accompanied by the intoxicating, unmistakable sound of fingers probing wetness.
Again, Teri shudders before my eyes, her body overcome by the exquisite bliss of Lorna’s touch.
She trembles, head tilting back, parted lips letting out a groan of pure satisfaction to the heavens above.
All I can do is watch and not allow my mouth to hang open like some kind of slack-jawed yokel.
Lorna’s mouth - so soft and warm, I can personally attest - concentrates on Teri’s hard nipples, moving between each in turn.
Meanwhile, her fingers glide back and forth between Teri’s parted thighs.
At first, Lorna teases and stimulates those glistening intimate lips, exploring Teri’s sacred grove at a slow, languid pace.
Then I hear Teri let out an utterly unforgettable gasp and I know that Lorna has pushed a finger inside.
Lorna glances at me, her mouth still wrapped around Teri’s nipple. She nods to the other breast, silently telling me not to leave a girl unattended.
I don’t need to be told twice. I join Lorna in the delicate act of worship.
Both our warm mouths encircle Teri’s tender nipples, tongues slowly tracing lusty patterns on her sensitive skin.
Teri’s moans of surrender grow and swell and surge, spurring us both on.
Lorna continues to weave a careful spell between Teri’s thighs.
I can hear how much Teri enjoys it. Not just in her moans, but also in that intense, delicious sound of her wetness.
“Oh my God, this is… Mmm…”
Lorna and I giggle at how low and breathless Teri is now.
She’s almost intoxicated by lust. Lorna’s fingers clutch and probe deeper, pushing more gasps and cooing sighs from Teri’s throat.
It’s curious to my ears, but there’s a notable difference in the moans Teri is making now versus the sounds she made with me earlier.
I’m not jealous in the slightest, just intrigued. I want to hear more.
After a few passionate minutes, Teri trembles again from head to toe. She places both hands on Lorna’s cheeks and pulls her into a deep, fiery kiss. Both women give muffled groans of passion. As they part, Teri says, “I need to taste you.”
Lorna turns her eager face in my direction. She raises an eyebrow and says, “Sir?”
The way she seeks my approval is every bit as adorable as it is empowering.
I feel like a Roman emperor, about to give the thumbs up or thumbs down and change the course of someone’s life.
But I can’t drag the moment out for too long.
These girls are desperate to continue indulging their desires and who am I to stop them?
“Of course, Lorna. Right here.”
I lift Lorna into the air and place her on the edge of the island counter.
She giggles, knowing exactly where this is going.
Teri also understands without needing to be told and positions herself between Lorna’s legs and eases her panties all the way down.
Lorna is already soaking wet, her intimate lips swollen and puffy and vibrant pink.
She unlocks her bra, joining Teri in total nudity, while I’m still dressed.
I move to the side and take a front-row seat.
Teri only has eyes for Lorna and who could blame her?
She’s been waiting for this moment for years now. Almost as long as Lorna waited for me.
Teri leans forward and presses her mouth to Lorna’s molten-hot sex in a lusty, sensual kiss.
Fresh moans fill the kitchen. Again, unless my ears deceive me, Lorna’s breathless pleasure sounds different when she’s with Teri.
I listen to it with both a measure of excitement and the faintest twinge of jealousy.
I feel like an amateur keyboard player watching a concert pianist perform; I’m good, yet she’s doing something totally different.
“Oh, holy fuck!” Lorna’s wail of sheer delight is long, loud, and completely genuine. No theatrics here. She’s enjoying it that much. “Teri, yes-!”
The wails of encouragement spur Teri on, but she is in no hurry.
After waiting for years to reach this incredible moment, Teri is content to make it count.
I, too, am not going to demand that she pick up the pace.
I’m watching a skilled oral performer at work.
I feel like getting a pad and taking notes.