Alice and Company - UK Spring Lockdown Tales: Note there is cover art linked via the [paper stack] icon, which might be a clue to the background of the story.
02. The Next Morning
This story is fiction and you are welcome to imagine the characters as you wish but everyone is 18+ at the time the story happens. Hopefully this is plausible, for the nerds I have checked dates of certain inventions and Covid and the necessary ages for Alice for it to be possible.
It starts during the end of the second wave of Covid 19 in England. It comes after a A&C 01. Beautiful Spring Sunday and you are recommended to read that first.
It starts during the end of the third wave of Covid 19 in England.
Alice here again, and If you haven't read the first chapter, shame on you and any confusion is your own fault, so there [ :-p ;-) ]. Just because the first story is Group Sex and possibly Voyeurism shouldn't stop you before reading this Erotic Couplings story. There are several more to come, stories and people.
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The Next Morning
I woke up on the Monday morning after my unexpected three-way with the two men who live in my house and my later discovery about what prompted some of the events from their perspective. To say my house has good CCTV coverage, inside and out, is like saying there are a couple of porn movies on the internet.
Now after months without sex, unless it involved batteries, rechargeable of course, and said internet, I had suddenly been pleasured, and it was very pleasured, by two virile men. So, you may have thought that my sex drive would be satisfied. Instead, it was turned up full and the replays of it had filled my dreams.
Now, due to having no partner and lockdown; I had neglected what is known as my 'lady gardening' and I had had pubic hair where I would normally be waxed. I thought that might put Cal, who was caressing me there, off - but instead his hand stroked the hair in loving swirls before moving lower.
Last night I didn't know if, or when, I might have the pleasure of either, or both, of them again, if ever; but I sorted myself out in that area, as best as shaving can do.
In the morning I was pleased with the result as there was no stubble or redness and the inspection became a bit of a distraction and I nearly worked myself up into a climax, and possibly I should have.
Now I was wondering about whether I could seduce Cal, or Billy into more fun, when I realised, based on the time and it being Monday, that Cal would have left the house an hour ago, but if I was lucky enough, I might catch Billy in the gym.
Knowing what I now knew, I put 'Operation Camel toe' into operation. So, I selected another salmon pink bikini, this one was very minimalist with tie sides and very thin Lycra (aka Spandex) material. It had featured in my accidental 'show' I put on for the guys the week before that helped get yesterday's events both rolling and was similar to the one that I had been wearing when those events came to a satisfying conclusion.
I would normally have put on a crop top and mini-skirt, but I was not taking any prisoners, even though I knew Billy to be a bit more of a 'screw the ass off' type whereas Cal was more of a 'screw her ass up tight until she screams - and asking for more' lover.
I quickly nipped into my studio to check and, yes Billy was still in the gym, on the cross trainer, so I skipped breakfast and headed straight down there. Without even saying hello, got on the leg stretcher at the far end. To remind you, the gym had various hi-end machines: rowing; cross trainer; stationary bike; treadmill; bench press; thigh press and leg stretcher, all in one line and facing a mirror-wall with a ballet barre along the full length.
I started with the stretcher, as I normally did, and by virtue of going from splits to just spread, my bikini bottoms quickly ended up following the contours of my labia, and even revealing a bulge where my clit was already getting aroused. I glanced, in the mirror, and was pleased to see that Billy had abandoned the cross trainer and had started using the treadmill, although a fast walk was what it was set on rather than a run.
Our eyes met via the mirror, so it was clear that he was looking at me, and not at himself. So, I said. "Morning Billy, nice day."
And he had the courtesy to turn to look directly at me. "Morning Al, I agree." Not only did his face redden, but the fact that it was drizzling outside hinted at other things being nice rather than the weather.
If I needed any confirmation of where he was looking, or thinking, the tent in the front of his shorts told me he was enjoying the view, and in response my nipples sprang to life, and I felt a sense of warmth in my pussy.
Right, to ramp things up I moved onto the thigh press machine, earlier than I would normally do, but I had other exercise on my mind. Now this change had two benefits, one it was closer to Billy, giving him a better view, but as my legs were now going from spread to closed; the camel toe effect was more pronounced and as my thoughts got hotter, my labia, clit and nipples, got more aroused.
As I pulled down on the resistance bar, I also thrust out by tits, the way I was using them, 'breasts' was not the right term for this blatant display, and the lighting emphasised how much my nipples were pushing out the top of the bikini.
Without turning my head, I looked at Billy in the mirror, and there was only one place he was looking. Me. I released the resistance bar and dropped one hand to my camel toe, turned my head to look at his reflection and winked. He nearly fell over in embarrassment, so it was a good job he wasn't running fast.
I knew I was playing a game with him, but poor soul probably didn't know it. After a few more minutes of thigh presses, and resistance pulls, I transferred to the bench press and immediately set it up for dips and set my legs as far apart as possible.
I bent right down and looked between my legs at my reflection and, My God, not only was the bikini bottom folded into my butt, almost showing my rosebud, but my labia, vaginal opening, and clit were all visible and darkened by the liquid excitement seeping out of my sex. I did five more dips and on the last one I remained bent over, turned my head to look directly as Billy.
I huskily asked. "Like what you see?" Poor Billy, he turned to look at me directly and got his feet in a tangle and would have fallen if it wasn't for the handrail; and even then, he struggled to stop the treadmill.
Once he was back on his feet, I said in a little girl lost voice. "Would you like to get me up? I seem to be in need of some help."
