The story carries on from the earlier story 'No Clothes'
As in the previous story, 'No Clothes', the two girls, Julie and Miriam, are still eighteen.
"We can't get away after all. But we could tonight."
It was initially a disappointing phone call to receive. Stephen Snow had spent the afternoon of the next day following the surprise visit of Julie and Miriam when they had brought Julie's mum's plants, in a state of some excitement. Stephen had wandered around his garden feeling so virile from the interest the girls had shown in him the day before. It had certainly been a surprise visit -- very surprising! He had gone around the garden, unable really to settle on any job knowing they would turn up later. They had said they would. He had spent a lot of time considering whether he should meet them naked or dressed. In the event not one girl had appeared, so his choice had not mattered. Such a disappointment -- but then the phone call.
"Tonight? After dark?"
It was certainly looking likely to be a warm, even hot evening. Warm enough for a mature gentleman to wander in his garden in the dark without clothes and bump into any young women who might be there -- perhaps equally naked, certainly a pleasure to physically bump into. And he knew what he would bump into them with!
An evening spent watching television, an impatient evening waiting for the girls. They hoped to be there at eleven-ish. At ten thirty he took a quick shower and, towelling himself dry, left the towel inside as he stepped out naked into the night, his cock already erect at the thought. Tempting to stroke but all best left until the delight of Julie and Miriam appeared. He did not want to waste the opportunity on a mistimed ejaculation by his own hand. Best to let them do the stroking. Always best to let the ladies do the stroking.
Should he wait near the side door for them or let them come into the garden and have to find him in the dark?
A little moonlight, the waxing moon just a thin crescent. It would be enough to see two girls come in at the side door. Stephen sat on a bench in the moon shade of a tree and waited, the bench turned towards the door but some way off upon the lawn. Hidden by the tree from the weak moonlight he would be invisible. They would not.
A little before eleven he saw the door open, and two figures appear -- both of the girls. Difficult to see what they were wearing, indeed a little difficult to see if it was indeed Julie and Miriam but so unlikely it was anyone else. The figures paused and Stephen could see they were undressing. It was even more unlikely anyone else would come down his side passage, try the door through the wall, come into his garden and then undress unless it was the girls. Rather improbable that it would be a couple of lads; it would be a bit of a shock to him -- and them -- if he embraced them and found hard cocks pressed into his body and his against theirs! Equally unlikely it was a different pair of girls.
Stephen watched the removal of tops and perhaps jeans, there seemed a little more bother than if the girls were wearing skirts. Was that brassieres and knickers coming off? Definitely not boys! Between his legs his penis thickened and rose, his knob looking upwards, keen to be pushing between girl thighs, entering hot wetness. The girls moved. Presumably all clothing left behind, they were venturing forth into Stephen Snow's moonlit garden. Did it excite them being naked, did the leaving behind of clothes give a thrill, were they still shod perhaps in sandals or were their bodies entirely unadorned except perhaps for a necklace or bracelet? Stephen rather liked the idea of an ankle bracelet -- a little gold chain perhaps. Did that lead to thoughts of harem girls? Maybe!
It was clear the girls were looking for him, perhaps surprised he was not there to greet them; maybe wondering if he had simply gone to bed -- were they expected to enter the house and go up to his bedroom and join him in bed?
A giggle, was that what they were thinking? There were whispers. Were the whispers about the idea of three in a bed sex?
Soft calls, saying his name.
"I'm here," he said, his voice clear in the dark as he stood up from the bench, and they came towards him. He could see them, naked, white and ghost-like. Ethereal girls, coming towards him and then, coming into the moon shade of the tree were suddenly gone -- winked out of sight. But they found him.
"Oh Mr. Snow, you're naked -- again." Two pairs of hands roaming over his naked body in the dark and then clasping his erection. Two hands -- one from each girl around his manhood. It was big enough to be two handed.
"I do so like what you men have -- men and boys." Julie's voice. "So hard, so big. Just as the other day. Imagine if Nick and Callum were here too, Miriam, three hard-ons to grab and pull, knocking against us in the dark."
"Mmmm! Lotsa cock."
It was not quite what Stephen expected coming from Miriam's mouth. But he certainly intended his cock to go into that mouth, so if his cock was to go in why shouldn't the word 'cock' come out!
Would he feel awkward and out of place if Nick and Callum had indeed been there in the dark with them. His, an unnecessary and superfluous third cock - a bit like a 'spare prick at a wedding.' Though didn't a bride have other 'holes' that could be filled? It was, though, not traditional to have other cocks in the marital bed. Not done for the best man to push his cock into the bride's bottom as the groom pushed into her vagina even as her mouth salivated on yet another cock. Whose would that be? Unnecessary and superfluous maybe, except Stephen's was a 'safe' cock. It could go into the girls unclad in latex. His sperm free semen could spurt freely into young vaginas. He did not need to wear a condom. They would - Nick and Callum -- one each.
"Hard cocks to hold on and lead us. Where would they lead us, Mr. Snow, where would we be fucked?"
"In here I expect." His aim unerring. One finger up into each vagina. They were moist -- quite moist. The girls had clearly been thinking about sex -- were ready for sex.
"Oooh!"
"I meant, Mr Snow, what mossy bed. Where are you going to fuck us, Mr. Snow, where are you going to take us -- to bed?"
It was a warm enough night. No need to take them inside to his bedroom. Perhaps another night when it was raining or snowing he would do that. Another night? Would the two delightful girls want to visit again? And on into the winter?
There was no hurry. Maybe some men would hurry to conclusion. Would want to get down to the fucking. Would not be able to hold off the opportunity of fucking two girls who were more than willing. But Stephen was not impatient. He had ideas. And they included having his cock sucked -- by both of them. Seemingly they had not progressed that far with Nick or Callum. He felt he should teach them. The idea of an older man teaching young women the art of fellatio rather appealed. It was a task a retired gentleman could find time for!
"I rather thought we would move a little around the garden. It is a warm night. Unless you particularly wanted to go inside and get in bed."
"Whatever you like, Mr Snow." Julie's voice, but quite clear that was exactly how it was for both.
Whatever he liked! And what he chose to do was suck nipples. First one of Julie's. As in that wonderful and surprising afternoon only two days' before, he was careful not to show favouritism and choose the larger pair of breasts first. Not that Julie's were not a delight. He could not see, but knew her nipples were anything but little black or redcurrants in size, rather real cherries. Dark red with delightful pale pink areolae. His tongue found the little bumps encircling Julie's nipple before he sucked. So good to draw it into his mouth and give it a good suck, drawing not just nipple and areola into his mouth but some of her little breast as well.
"That's nice, I like that." Julie's voice above his head.
"What's Mr Snow doing?" It really was too dark for Miriam to see. But she soon found out. Her smaller nipples soon in Stephen Snow's mouth. Small nipples, more his own size, but set, he knew, within rather large and dark areolae, an inch across.
