My girlfriend is proud of my bedroom skills. OK. Let's be blunt: my sex skills. Frankly, I'm nothing special, but she IS special: beautiful, gorgeous eyes, an oh-so-huggable body, lips to lose yourself in, boobs and nipples that deserve a whole day's attention each time I see them, hips to die for, a butt that I can't keep my hands off of, and, the best part: a really dirty mind. Nothing is hotter than a woman who has a dirty mind.
Neither of us is a teenager anymore. That is actually long behind us. But that doesn't stop us from *acting* like teenagers when we get together. Holding hands in public and playing "grab ass" while we walk. Gazing into each others' eyes. Sometimes stopping to just *look* at each other and happily sigh. And fumbling around in the backseats of our cars.
Groping and making out. Closing my eyes and inhaling her scent. Feeling naughty while I slowly slide her blouse up to her neck. Kissing her fiercely and finding the catch on her bra - and letting her boobs feel the air - and my lips.
Fervently panting while opening her pants and being so pleased when *she* works them down over her hips. Oh, my god, her hips!
Sliding my fingers down into the wetness in her panties. Pulling her to me - her back to my front - laying sideways across the car - and holding her tightly as my fingers settle into a rhythm and slowly "direct the orchestra" into crescendo, then pianissimo, back to forte, back to mezzo, and,
eventually,
cymbal crashes and the drum beats of our hearts as we finale, her voice singing the song of passion as she jerks and spasms in my arms.
Her being filling my heart.
As the silence and the sticky humidity of the backseat air fills our minds and lungs and we just slowly.
slowly.
return to the world around us - hoping that we don't open our eyes to a cop's flashlight shining thru the window.
Soooo dreamy and sweet.
And then she huskily says - very quietly but clearly - "I need you to FUCK me now"!
. . .
So she turns me on so much that I get better in bed - and she thinks that I'm unusually gifted in the "making women feel good" department.
Of course, I just love to be able to "tell the stories" of my sexual triumphs, but it is even hotter when SHE tells her friends. I mean, what could be better than a girlfriend who brags to *her* girlfriends - about how good I am in bed? Or in the backseat of a car (smile)?
Particularly to her married girlfriends who haven't had a proper "attending to" for years. Decades. Sometimes their entire lives.
So Laura (my girlfriend) was waxing rhapsodic about one of our overnights together and her girlfriends were responding enthusiastically - and jealously - about how they wished that they had a man who would really pay attention to them. At least once in awhile.
Dinner out. Really LISTEN to what they had to say. Messy dessert shared with 2 spoons - "accidentally" smearing the raspberry sauce on her lips - and maybe a tiny bit onto her nose so that "somebody" just *had* to lick it off.
Right there in the restaurant not caring that "but anybody could SEE us!!"!
Walking out of the restaurant and back to the car with my arm around her - proud that, "Yes, I'm with HER"!
The way a lady should be treated - at least once in awhile.
So we kept groping and panting and the stories kept being told to the girlfriends and the reports kept coming back to me about the girlfriends' responses. And it became common for them to say "I wish somebody would do that to ME" or "I wish he'd give lessons to my husband"! and it became a running joke for Laura to suggest that maybe she should start loaning me out to do just that.
Until it became more than a joke.
Until one day when Laura was alone with just one of her girlfriends - instead of the group. And was telling Debbie about our latest tryst on the beach together and Debbie again said: "God, I wish somebody would do that for ME". Again, like she often did.
Laura laughed and smiled, but Debbie then got a serious expression on her face and looked into Laura's eyes and repeated, "No. Really. I wish - somebody - would do that to me. Oh, god, just ONCE - to feel that again. I really NEED to feel that again".
Debbie narrowed her eyes in the "I'm not kidding. I mean, I am, but I'm not" expression and carefully pressed on. "You... wouldn't... consider...???"?
Silence around them.
Laura thinking about her feelings.
Testing Debbie's eyes to silently ask "Do you actually want to consider this? Do *I* actually want to consider this"?
The silence enveloping them as the possibility coalesced into reality.
The two friends rapidly thinking through the implications and the specifics.
And coming to a silent agreement. Eyes talking to eyes. Smiles barely curving the edges of their lips. Naughty shaking hands with naughty - without a word being spoken.
Until Laura wet her lips with her tongue and whispered, "I'll ask him. No, really, I will".
*****
Which is how I find myself checking into a hotel room with two beautiful women - after a charming evening of dinner and a short walk-around-the-park.
I am aware of the momentary awkwardness at the desk clerks' raised eyebrow as one man. Two women. Check into a room with *one* bed. And one of the women is making no effort to conceal what her hands are doing when she runs them over my butt - as I sign in.
Then the three of us are spilling thru the hotel-room door and shyly glancing at one another.
Pouring the wine. Watching the ladies close their eyes and savor the alcohol.
Debbie holding her hair up with her free hand so I can reach the zip behind her neck - and slide it down. Down. Down.
Me stepping back to give her time and space to decide. "Are we proceeding? This is up to you".
Debbie just smiling at both me and Laura as she simultaneously turns toward us and imperceptibly shrugs her shoulders to free her gown and watch my eyes as it slides gradually down her body.
Revealing her shoulders.
Lacy bra.
Soft, smooth, "imperfect" and yet perfect - belly. Curving into
Lacy panty-clad hips
Thighs, Oh, my thighs.
Calves.
And pooling around her feet.
Until she elegantly steps out of her dress and slowly spreads her arms wide and flicks her eyes toward her lingerie - inviting me to proceed. Laura just quietly watching and continuing to confirm her encouragement.
I find that my hands are squeezing her bra catch - arms around her chest. Looking into her eyes as the catch releases and I bring my hands to the tops of her shoulders, kissing her full on the mouth - tasting the Pinot - sliding the lingerie off her shoulders and stepping back just enough to let her bra fall to the floor while my mouth stays pressed to hers, my hands finding and cupping her breasts. Slowly exploring them.
The wonderful curves, the mesmerizing bounce. The hard nipples jumping to attention from the attention being given to them.
I slide slowly down. Down. My tongue making a trail down her neck.
