We'd been planning to go out for dinner. It was supposed to be a double date kind of thing, but at the last moment, Robert backed out, and wouldn't go. He said he had a headache. I think he wanted to watch tv, or something. Anyway, we went to a nice little restaurant near the river, Aaron, Janet, and I. We talked, and laughed through the meal, and kept each other very entertained. It was so obvious how in love the two of them were. She was gorgeous, in a black, dress, with her blond hair loose, around her shoulders, and tumbling down her back. I felt rather plain beside her tall, voluptuous beauty. Though I am not really terribly small, compared to her 5'11", and gorgeous curves, I felt tiny, and invisible.
Where she wore black, I wore red. The dress was meant to flatter, and it succeeded. It had built in cups, to support my breasts, a narrow waist, and a full skirt that flowed away to just above my knees. The neckline was low enough to invite attempts at peeping, but high enough that the peeps would be unsuccessful, unless some outright intervention occurred. Beneath it, I wore only a tiny pair of black, silk panties. I wore no stockings, and black heels that made my calves look fabulous.
The conversation took on more, and more sexual tendencies, as the evening progressed, and I felt myself growing wet. Knowing that if it continued, I would have a problem, I excused myself to go to the bathroom. I could feel his eyes on my ass until I turned the corner.
I took care of business, and spent a few moments rubbing my clit, before I went back out. The little hall where the bathrooms were located was dim, and I never saw the shadow separate from the wall. A hand grabbed my arm, and I was turned, to face him. His lips were on mine, and his hands pressed me close, one on my upper back, one against my bottom, pressing me against his erection. His scent told me immediately who was holding me, and I groaned into his kiss, and moved against him.
I was shocked to feel a second body press against me, from behind. I knew in an instant that it was Janet, also from her scent. She smelled heavenly. I felt her breasts pressed against me, and her hand slid around me, between us. She was touching me, her fingers on my breast, slipping inside the neckline to squeeze my nipple, and her other hand slid downward, and stroked his cock, and my clit with every motion. I whimpered, softly, into his kiss, and felt her lips glide down my neck in short nips, until she bit my shoulder. For a moment I was distracted from responding to his kiss. Thoughts fluttered through my head. She must not be too upset if she was here, touching and kissing me. But then . . . should I allow this? Should I encourage it? I really had no choice, because pleasure was coursing through me, as I shuddered between them.
He broke the kiss, and their lips met, over my shoulder. I felt small, and almost insignificant sandwiched between these two tall people. They parted for an instant, and I thought the moment was over, until I felt hands, turning me. Now he was behind me, and her lips were on mine. One of his hands was between my legs, rubbing at my clit through the material of my dress, and the other was around her back, pressing the two of us close.
Many, many thoughts raced through my mind, and I found myself moving back and forth between them. I could feel his erection against my backside, and the softness of her body against my own softness. I wrapped my arms around her, and pressed close. I returned her kiss, tentatively at first, but as my body made my mind go numb, I responded in kind.
"We better go," said a low, resonant voice behind me.