Lucy hummed softly to herself, as she turned off the shower and reached for the towel. After rubbing her hair vigorously and sawing the towel across her back; she started the more delicate job of firstly stroking her arms dry, then lifting each breast in turn and wiping away the beads of moisture. The fact that her nipples where still so responsive made her smile as her hand lead the towel to the top of her mound and the puffy lips beyond. She already knew that the rosebud of her bottom was still sore, but oh so very happy.
Lucy had been seeing Richard for about six months, meeting through a group of mutual friends, their relationship had developed slowly. From sweet, delicate love making after about four weeks, to the no holds barred sexual adventure they were on now.
Finishing off drying her legs, Lucy mused that it was good to have a regular partner; and as she walked back into the bedroom the object of that relationship was laid out on the bed. He was lying prone, and in a delightful heap of limbs and bedding. Leaning over she delicately dropped a kiss on each cheek of his bottom and stroked her index finger along his crease.
Sliding the second of her thigh highs onto her leg she felt his warmth on her back, as one hand came around and cupped her mound and the other gently thrummed on a nipple. Tilting her head to the side she sighed, as the mixture of kisses and licks on her neck started that pulling sensation deep in her belly.
"Sorry sweetie, I have to go..." the voice of regret obvious in her throat. "Lots of meetings, I need to sort out a surveyor, and I'm meeting the bank later."
She turned to look at him, and running her hands through his hair she added, "I'd ask you to dinner at mine tonight, but I know you have that dinner in town. It's the last viewing at the property tomorrow, before the auction on Tuesday; I can't believe I forgot about the surveyor!" She added as the tumble of thoughts flowed from her.
Richard stood back, letting her finish her dressing. "I might be able to help you with that. Can you give me until about 10.00 o'clock? I have an old friend from uni, he might be able to help."
Dropping her bag on the floor, Lucy walked into his arms, reached up on her tip toes and gave him the kind of kiss that can melt stone.
"Oh really, I knew there was a reason why I loved you!" She whispered as she planted a kiss on his nose, and turned, picked up her bag and ran before to many questions could be asked about the "L" word.
Her morning was taken up with the whirl of trying to get the project of the Victorian conversion ready to go. Assuming of course, she mused, that it didn't reach silly money at the Auction on the Tuesday. So it was about 11.30 that morning before Lucy had the luxury of sitting in a street cafe, sipping an espresso and watching the world go by. Thoughts and memories of the night before with Richard were giving her a warm glow, and the memory brought the return of that pull. Sex with Richard was special, very special, just her mix of fun, adventure and pure lust. Thinking of him she pulled her phone from her bag. They had got into the playful habit of sending flirty texts during the day, and she was hoping that something special was waiting for her. Sadly, not the flirty text she had been hoping for, but a very 'business like' one instead. "Mark, my friend from uni will survey. 10.00 at the project. Text the postcode." Well, Lucy thought to herself, he must be having a busy day as well, and then quickly fired off the reply.
So, at 10 the following morning Lucy stood in the derelict garden of the large Victorian villa, she was hoping to buy. Making polite conversation with the estate agent and watching the Saturday morning traffic on the road; watching for that familiar car to sweep around the corner. Having some detail on the facade pointed out to her, she turned away from the road, just as the familiar sports car turned in, and there in the car sat the two heart stoppingly, gorgeous men. They looked so different from each other, and yet so totally complimentary. Next to her familiar tall, slender, distinguishingly grey haired partner; was his friend, looking similarly built but with the most dazzling smile, and with the most edible milky coffee coloured skin. As they leaped out of the car, Lucy preyed that he was happily married, or else she was in real trouble. The introductions passed in a blur, but the easy way the men had around each other smoothed all of Lucy's tensions away.
For the next couple of hours, every nook and cranny was inspected, cellar to attic and gutters to drains. Notes were taken and friendship was forged, so it was just after noon when they shook hands and waved good bye to the estate agent as she wrapped up the open house viewing. Dusting off her hands, Lucy stood between her two heroes; both over 6 feet in height and towering over her 5 feet 5 inches, then she threaded her arms through theirs and said
"Lunch on me, know any good local pubs?"
Richard released his arm from hers and wrapped it around her shoulders, dropped a kiss on the top of her head and said "Follow me young lady – I know the perfect place."
Ten minutes saw them at a country pub on the outskirts of town, not far from Richard's house. Walking into dim and homely interior Lucy said "I have to go and wash my hands, could you see if we can start a tab, oh and I'll have a diet coke." Then as she walked away, she called over her shoulder "After all, not all of us can walk home from here."
When she returned the men were sat across from each other, each nursing a pint of beer, laughing and obviously at ease with each other. Richard pointed to the glass of chilled white wine waiting for her on his side of the table.
"Wine? – You two seem happy." She said
Richards arm came around her shoulder again, as he pulled her to him and whispered into her hair.
"I thought we could go home to mine, I haven't changed the sheets yet and I thought we could get them really dirty first!" His darkest sexiest voice sending shivers down her spine, and a flush to her cheeks.
She looked at him, puzzled; this was Richard behaving in a protective way, most unlike his usual self. As if he was staking his claim in front of his friend.
"Have you picked from the menu yet? I think I'll have the chicken Caesar salad." Then looking up from the menu she added, "So, what were you two laughing at?"
Mark stood and said "I'll go and order... I let Rich tell you that one!"
Richard turned looked directly into her eyes and said. "Just reliving memories and experiences from Uni..." Then he dropped his head to watch his thumb running over the knuckles of her hand. "Just some shared memories and experiences."
"Oh yes," taking a nervous sip of her wine, "Any of these experiences and memories, you'd like to share?"
"We were young and horny, we were kids playing with new toys; it's in the past." As his hand lifted hers to his mouth, and gently kissed the back of it.
Lucy looked as she gently set the glass back on the table, her thoughts were in total confusion, was this just men reminiscing over the women they had fuck at university, or was there something deeper. Richard's reaction was far too coy for just reliving drunken nights at the bar, and Mark had run to order their lunch like a scalded cat; and why did her thoughts keep coming back to the word "shared". It was as if he had managed to read her mind, and see her most forbidden fantasy, the thought being shared. A silent 10 seconds brought Mark back to the table.
"Three salads ordered, should be about 10 minutes... you two are very quiet – problem?" He asked.
"No, not at all... Richard has been telling me about the women you shared at uni. Sounds like fun." And lifting her glass to her lips offered a silent prayer that she was right.
