Chapter 4
No Limits
After their kinky encounter, the threesome collapsed together in a happily exhausted tangle atop the large hotel bed. Brittany stretched her curvaceous nude form across the rumpled sheets like a satisfied cat, while petite Samantha curled up against Walter's side.
He wrapped an arm around the blonde, marveling at the flawless smoothness of her skin. Though utterly spent for the moment, his aged body hummed pleasantly from the lingering effects of such intense pleasure.
Walter reached for the champagne bottle on the nightstand and refilled their glasses, careful not to dislodge Samantha from her cozy spot. The effervescent wine refreshed their palates.
As they sipped in contented silence, Brittany traced lazy patterns along Samantha's arm. "So Walter, you never told us what brings you to this fancy hotel all by yourself," she mused.
"Oh yes, you said it was your birthday trip, right?" Samantha added, propping her chin on his chest to gaze up at him inquisitively.
Walter smiled at their curiosity about him. "Yes, I'm here celebrating my 70th year. Thought I'd treat myself to some luxury alone time."
"Well aren't we lucky you happened to find company after all," Brittany remarked with a coy smile.
"The luck is entirely mine, my dear," Walter replied, clinking his glass lightly against hers. Her answering laugh was as melodic as wind chimes.
Samantha shifted to face him, nibbling her lower lip pensively. "So...do you do this every birthday then? Treat yourself to a sensual overnight adventure?"
Her probing question didn't make him uneasy. He sensed only friendly interest behind it, these remarkable women wanting to know him better.
Walter gave a self-deprecating chuckle. "I'm afraid not, my darling. In all my years I've never been quite so adventurous." He shook his head in wonderment. "I still can't fathom what I did to deserve your lovely company tonight. But it will give me precious memories to revisit in my remaining days."
Samantha's expression softened with sympathy and she squeezed his hand. "Of course you deserve pleasure and connection. Age doesn't change that."
Brittany nodded emphatically. "Sam's right. Everyone needs to feel alive. We're just happy to provide that for you tonight." Her fingers trailed up his thigh affectionately.
Walter's heart swelled with gratitude. He really had been blessed to cross paths with such enlightened, joyful souls.
"Well, we're here on spring break, obviously," Brittany shared breezily. "Just trying to soak up some sun and fun before finals grind us down."
"We're both studying art history at the university nearby," Samantha clarified. "I can hardly wait to get out into the real world already."
"You have so much life ahead of you," Walter remarked wistfully. "Make the most of your youth, my dears. It fleets faster than you know."
Brittany waved his sentiment away playfully. "Oh hush, you have plenty life left in you too! We'll just have to make sure your remaining years are filled with excitement."
Her eyes took on a suggestive glint as she reached beneath the sheet to boldly wrap her hand around his flaccid cock. Despite his recent multiple orgasms, Walter felt a reflexive stir of interest under her brazen touch.
"In fact, I'll bet we can get this fella standing tall again soon," Brittany purred with a delicate stroke along his length.
Samantha giggled at her audacity. "You are utterly shameless." But Walter detected arousal in her voice. His pulse quickened.
Brittany withdrew her hand and stretched sinuously. "I'm just saying, the night is young still! We should make every minute count." Rising up on her elbows, she smirked down at Walter.
"Unless you need to rest, old man..." she teased.
Accepting her playful challenge, Walter sat up and grasped her by the waist, effortlessly maneuvering the curvy brunette beneath him amid her breathless giggles.
He pinned her wrists overhead, their bare bodies pressed together. "Cheeky girl. I'll show you who's old," he growled against Brittany's neck before nipping the tender spot where it met her shoulder.
She inhaled sharply, back arching against him. He could feel her nipples pebbling against his chest. Holding her gaze, Walter ground his hips down, letting her feel his burgeoning erection. Her thighs parted instinctively in invitation.
"Well I'm convinced," Brittany purred, pupils blown wide with desire.
Samantha watched them, enthralled, unconsciously rubbing her thighs together.
Confident he had made his point, Walter released Brittany and shifted onto his back. She immediately rolled atop him once more, breasts pillowed against his chest as she scattered kisses along his jaw.
"Mmm, I think you've found the fountain of youth, Walter," Brittany murmured between kisses.
He chuckled, trailing his hands down to grasp her shapely ass. "Maybe so, my dear. I feel twenty years younger already. Maybe thirty."
Brittany lifted her head, eyes sparkling impishly. "Well, we are young enough between the three of us. Let's put all that energy to good use."
She ground against him slowly. The promise in her smoldering look left no doubt as to her meaning.
Walter's cock surged back to rigid life, throbbing insistently against firm female inner thighs. But he wouldn't rush this interlude. Having two exquisite playmates meant pacing himself through the night's pleasures.
"Perhaps for now just lying here contentedly will suffice," he suggested, hoping to slow the urgency.
