The evening certainly didn't start out the way that I had hoped. I was supposed to watch the Monday Night Football game with a buddy at a local sports bar just it was just ten minutes before kick-off when I got a call from him saying that he wouldn't be able to make it. I was pissed but I headed off to the sports bar by myself anyway. I pulled up to the front of the bar and could see that the line leading outside of the place was at least fifty people long. The game had already started and I wasn't even in the place yet!
Eventually, I walked into the tastefully decorated bar and I saw two familiar faces. Sheila and Debbie were sitting at a table talking. These two extremely attractive women worked for the same company that I did but in a separate department but my job brought me into contact with them every once in a while. I had intended not to bother them. I wasn't in the greatest mood and I figured that they could just as well do without my constant drooling over them if I imposed. Strangely enough though, it was Sheila that flagged me down and invited me to sit with them. We had a few drinks and very pleasant conversation.
It was nice to get to know these women in a more informal setting. We talked about lots of things, including the usual "my-boss-is-worse-than-your-boss" bashing and other mandatory company bitching. We even got into more personal complaints about all of our past and present relationships. The talk migrated to the always entertaining discussion about how insensitive men can be to women and how women can't seem to understand men. They treated me like I had been appointed to represent the male gender as a whole. Several time Sheila would begin a topic like, "You're a nice guy. Tell me why nice guys......." We had lots of laughs while the game droned on.
I suppose it was the loosening influence of the drinks but the conversation eventually turned a bit more risque. I got the feeling that both Sheila and Debbie were saying things to impress me with the idea that they are two modern "liberated" women. Liberated or not, I still got the impression that these "thirty-something" women missed something about what it was like to date ten to fifteen years ago. I sure did. Over the course of the next hour and additional drinks, Debbie revealed that while she enjoys here relationships with men, there is something quite special about her relationship with Sheila. Sheila echoed that sentiment by stating that while their general preference was heterosexual, they did have a very enjoyable intimate relationship with each other.
Midway through the fourth quarter, the small crowd at the bar was getting a bit more boisterous. Debbie suggested that we all leave and go to their apartment to watch a movie on TV. Needless to say, that was fine by me. Although I had no serious thoughts that this evening would actually lead to much, spending more time with them in a quieter setting was definitely my preference. As we waked out into the cool dark parking lot, I could smell the beautiful scent of each of their perfumes. I walked them to their cars that were parked side by side. Debbie got into her car and started the engine. I held the door open for Sheila but before she got in, she turned to me, moved closer, and whispered in my ear, "I don't want to watch TV tonight."
I was surprised that I heard her say anything at all because while she spoke in soft whispering tones, she firmly rubbed her open hand up and down the length of my cock easily discernible at the crotch of my well fitting jeans. As an added treat, she noisily ran her long fingernail up the brass zipper. The ratcheting reverberations were practically enough to generate an orgasm for me right there. Even considering my gift for under-estimating most situations, I couldn't help from indulging myself with the thought that I actually may get to experience what could be the sexual event of a lifetime.
Once inside their impeccably decorated apartment, we began as she had suggested. We turned the TV on and began watching some unremarkable movie. I sat on the couch between the two lovely women and really tried to concentrate on the boring movie. Sheila had no such intent and within minutes, cuddled next to me and held onto my arm. Sheila once again placed her sweet smelling face next to my ear and quite unabashedly whispered, "I watch you a lot at work. I really like you and I REEEEEALLY want you to make love to me." There is no way that I can describe the way she said the word "really".
I turned my head and passionately kissed her on the lips. Instantly our tongues began playing lover's games. Sheila's hand undid one button of my shirt and began rubbing my lightly haired chest. My own hand cupped her delightful breast with its hard nipple in obvious evidence. It wasn't long before I unbuttoned her blouse, undid the front bra clasp and lovingly caressed her breasts and nipples directly. Her very hard breathing assured me that she was enjoying my touch. At almost the identical moment, our hands slipped down between each other's legs. I had no trouble feeling her hot passion that raged beneath the tightly stretched denim. She firmly slid the palm of her hand up and down my erect cock still trapped in my pants.
Sheila was definitely controlling the pace of things. She slipped down off of the sofa and knelt on the floor between my legs. Looking me straight into the eyes, she removed her blouse, exposing her significant breasts to my full view. Without saying a word, she undid my pants and took them down to my ankles. My eight inches of aroused manhood stood at complete attention before her face. A huge drop of clear precum pressed out of the engorged head and slid in a thick rivulet down my shaft. Starting at my balls, Sheila took one long slow lick up. She intercepted the precum and continued until her tongue was playing with the still secreting tip.
Sheila paused only to say, "It has been a very long time since I sucked a cock. I am going to really enjoy this." She opened her wet mouth and took me in. Her tongue lapped and slid about my shaft as it made its way deeper and deeper into her mouth sending tingles up and down my spine.
While Sheila began her talented efforts to excite me, I looked over at Debbie. She too had given up all hope of watching the movie and had decided to join in. Her blouse was completely unbuttoned but not removed. She wore no bra and was very busy rubbing her petite breasts and tugging hard at her erect nipples.
"I really like watching Sheila give blow jobs", she announced while she got up from the sofa. "She puts on an especially good show when guys come in her mouth."
Those words barely penetrated my ears before we almost had the opportunity to verify that claim.
While Sheila was licking and slobbering all over my cock, coating it and her face with warm saliva and precum, Debbie stood and removed the rest of her clothes. She stood before me and my eyes were rigidly focused on her completely tan and very athletically trimmed body. She lifted one leg and placed it way up on one arm of the sofa. Her limber legs were remarkably spread open giving me a magnificent view of her pussy. Her protruding lips were easily visible through the neatly trimmed and wetted wisps of fine brown pubic hair. Debbie began to play with herself with the obvious intentions of arousing us both. Both hands slowly made their way down across her firm breasts to between her spread legs. She used her two index fingers to separate her delicate lips, fully exposing the moist inner pick recesses of her ready pussy.
"Mmmmm", she cooed. "I can't wait to have that fat juicy cock slide way up into me. It will feel so good when it is deep inside me."
