Maria stood facing Max in silence, wearing nothing but a pair of black french panties. She was 42 years old and had a curvy latin body, tanned skin, seducing hips and perfect large breasts.
They had met at a language exchange class in Valencia earlier that month. She was the class organiser, and he was a 29-year-old English PhD student, studying abroad and hoping to improve in basic Castilian Spanish.
Handsome, he had a young face, blonde hair and a slim but muscular body. Still unmarried, Maria was drawn to the physicality and sweetness of younger guys. Two weeks into their secret bed-banging affair, Maria now had Max in a predicament that she had fantasised about ever since laying eyes on him.
Max sat tied to an armless chair, blindfolded and completely naked. His wrists were tied together behind the back of the chair and his feet were bound to the legs of the chair by several of Maria's lacy bras. As an extra touch, a belt had been looped around each of his muscular thighs and pulled tight behind him, spreading his legs almost uncomfortably wide.
A cool Mediterranean evening breeze blew through the slightly ajar room window, making their skin tingle.
Maria laced her fingers through the sides of her dampening panties and slid them over her hips and down to the floor. Then, kneeling in front of him, she clicked open a bottle and smothered Max's shaved balls and large hard cock up and down with a slippy flavoured lubricant.
"Hmmm," she murmured sensually as she relished in preparing her gorgeous toy boy.
Next, she stood up. Max felt her move closer and straddle her legs each side of the chair. Her sex was now only inches away from his face and the aroma was palpable. Deprived of vision, Max's mind ran wild. Was she going to wildly ride him without protection?
Maria softly placed her left hand on his firm shoulder. But just as she was about to lower into his lap to start enjoying his main asset, there was a knocking sound.
She froze.
"Is that someone at the door?" Max asked softly, puzzled.
"Wait, they will go," she responded in her Catalan accent.
After 30 seconds motionless, she put her right hand down between her legs to position his throbbing manhood, and started lowering again. Max felt her hard nipples graze against his chest, and then the first sensation of her streaming wetness on his engorged tip. But it was again not to be: a second knock at the door made them freeze.
"....I have to get it..," Maria said, a little frustrated.
"Ahora vengo," she whispered into his ear with a smile.
Max's cock was released and fell heavily against his chest. He heard draws opening, fabric moving, elastic snapping, and then the bedroom door closing. As he sat there in the complete darkness of the blindfold, he noticed his arms aching, bent around the cruel sides of the chair behind him.
At the front door a faint conversation faded in and out. Three minutes passed. Five minutes passed. What appeared to be sobbing faded in and out. Ten minutes passed.
The conversation continued, now with some intermittent giggling and periods of whispering. After a few more minutes, he heard the front door close and footsteps advancing down the hallway of the flat.
"Finally," he thought, feeling a burst of excitement.
But as the door of the bedroom opened again, he heard not one, but two sets of intermingled footsteps entering!
Max had a sudden and intense sensation of unease, embarrassment and extreme vulnerability. He was on full intimate display to whoever else had just entered.
"Max... we have a visitor," said Maria in a slightly playful tone.
Max squirmed and awkwardly tried to close together his spread thighs to conceal his modesty, but to no avail.
"If you don't mind, Susana will be joining our private party tonight."
Max gasped. "What the hell?!" flooded his mind.
Susana was another tutor from the language class, perhaps five years younger than Maria and a close friend of hers. From central Spain, she was slim, athletic and glowing. Max hadn't failed to notice that she sported the kind of round peachy bottom and toned thighs that yoga pants were just made for. Indeed, he had chatted and even flirted with her on many occasions after class.
"Ahem... Hola Max," Susana said softly.
"But-." Max didn't know what to say. His brained was flooded, jammed.
"Look, Susana called. She is going through a really hard time being single at the moment, feeling depressed, and missing the human touch. I just felt so bad knowing that I have you back here, all to myself, when a good friend is in need.
Plus, I know that she likes you...," Maria smiled.
"Maria!" Susana exclaimed. "Too much information! Para!"
"Look," said Maria, "I will just say it, we decided that it would be, well, pretty hot, if we could both enjoy you tonight."
"Erm, but..," Max hesitated again, uncomfortably. "Well I just didn't expect this - I feel a bit, ah, awkward... I don't know what to say."
A hot flush of heat plumed across Max's face and his heart rate quickened.
"Don't be embarrassed," said Maria after a short pause. "We won't bite, we promise... only, perhaps... ahem......... suck."
They giggled, before Susana spoke more seriously.
"If you want Max, I can go now, and I won't speak a word, I know this is a weird and unexpected situation. And don't be embarrassed I saw you like this, I can assure you it's a very nice view."
Max sat silent for a few seconds.
"Ok.... Ok." he submitted. "I agree."
He was immediately hit by another swirl in his stomach. What had he just agreed to? Was he being cavalier and irresponsible? Was the situation becoming something too much to handle? He had a sensitive disposition and being tied up by Maria was already way off the scale in his mind. Agreeing now to have two hot women at the same time was simply on another planet.
