My work took me to NYC for the weekend. Well, a Friday full of meetings and then waiting for my flight back out on Sunday. I'm not a big city guy, but after death-by-PowerPoint presentations all day, I decided to hit a bar just down the street from my mid-town hotel (when it's on the company dime, you get yourself a bit better room).
As I settled into my seat at the bar of this little place, I sipped on a good, heffeweizen micro brew and decided to enjoy a little people watching. The usual city dwellers were out this evening, dressed in drab clothes for the late fall evening. But at the end of bar, there was this light of energy... a sweet blonde wearing a cream-colored peasant dress that flowed over what indicated a very shapely body underneath. She was quite a contrast to the natives around here in their dark colors that bagged around them. There was even quite the contrast in her partner at the bar, a tall, dark-haired guy, sporting a full beard and a stocking cap to keep off the coming winter's chill (although, it looked more like a fitting accoutrement for any time for him).
She sparkled when she laughed with him, obviously in love with her grizzly bear like mate, and her laughter - as much as she wanted to suppress it - carried down the bar and infected in my ear, drawing my eyes to this couple. I saw her look down my way, and without trying to stare, I watched her as she leaned into her man, wrapping one arm around his chest, kissing him lightly on the cheek. Then, I could have sworn I saw her mouth the words as she whispered in his ear and looked towards me, "I think he might be the one."
Her man glanced down my way and looked back at his beautiful woman as if he were silently saying, "Are you sure?" while she smiled back at him and nodded yes.
Slipping down from her barstool, this blonde goddess started walking toward me... maybe more accurately, started flowing toward me, as the light material of her dress moved around her as she made her way down the bar and closer to me. Smiling, she offered her hand to shake and said, "Hi, I'm Mira. And that's Dan," glancing back over her shoulder at her man.
"I'm Fred," I said as I must have looked a bit puzzled this woman was even talking to me. Mind you, I'm not ugly, but I had a few years on this couple as the silver hair on top my head indicated, but the lack of deep wrinkles around my eyes made people think I could be 10 years younger.
"We were wondering if you would like to join us for a drink," Mira said, smiling that broad smile as her sparkling eyes looked directly into mine.
"Of course," I replied. I mean, who turns down an offer like that? As we drank together and talked, I learned they were both more attuned to more rural conditions, especially mountains and forests. Mira chatted about how she felt more at home communing with nature, as Dan nodded in agreement. Like me, Mira was just in town for a couple of weeks to visit; Dan lived in New York, but he wanted out, and in particular, closer to Mira (who could blame him).
As the drinks continued to flow (maybe a round of shots here and there), each of them became more and more gregarious, especially Mira, as she touched my arm when laughing at some of my jokes. I thought I might have felt something there (well, I was feeling a lot everywhere, despite the effects of the alcohol), but she has her man. I saw Mira whisper something to Dan, but I could not see her lips and the din of the bar kept me from hearing. Dan nodded and excused himself to go to the restroom. As he walked away, Mira watched him, smiled and turned to me.
"So, Dan and I are on a bit of a new adventure tonight. And we'd like you to be part of it."
Her words hung in the air. I felt my breath shorten as I thought I knew what she was asking, but I dare not hope it too much. She kept looking me deep into my eyes with that beautiful smile, leaned in - maybe a little closer than she had planned as her breast touched my shoulder and her lips drew close to my face. She smelled like jasmine flowers and I could practically feel the heat of her breath as she leaned in close to my face.
"We want to have a threesome," she whispered, her eyes lighting up with the excitement, her hand slightly trembling as she squeezed my arm, her chest firmly leaning against my shoulder, while her perfect pillowy breasts aroused me further. "Are you down?"
Barely able to get the words out, I nodded my agreement, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, and leaned in for a deep kiss. I was worried Dan would come back and see this and be mad, but maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was her arousal, but she seemed not to care as her tongue danced inside my mouth for just a couple of seconds. Maybe a minute later, Dan walked up. Mira told him I was down, and he smiled at us both. I waved off Dan's attempt to pick up the check and quickly put my card down and paid our bills.
A moment later, we were on the curb as I luckily flagged down a cab, and we all got in. I told the driver to take us to my hotel, and as we left the curb, Mira leaned into Dan for a long, deep kiss. Now I felt a little bit like a third wheel, and looked away as much as I could so not to intrude on their privacy. But I felt Mira's thigh brush against mine as she opened her legs, letting out soft moans as Dan held her face in his hands and his tongue continued to probe deep into her mouth. I was even more surprised, though, when I felt Mira's hand grab mine and move it up her thigh, as she had pulled the dress up above her knee. I almost gasped a bit when she continued to move my hand all the way up until I could just touch the spreading wet spot in her panties.
She broke off her kiss with Dan as my fingers started to touch the outline of her pussy lips, and panting said, "Oh, right there. Fuck. Yes!"
I nuzzled into her neck, nibbling my way to her ear lobe and drawing one into my mouth, as my fingers continued to work their magic, first outside her panties and then inside, so I could feel her soft, wet cunt.
"Oh, god, yes!" she hissed as I made cirlces around her clit and she spread her legs even further. Mira reached out and began to massage both of our cocks, one with each hand, as Dan was also now kissing her neck and beagn his own probe of her wet pussy, both of us alternating between finger fucking her and touching her clit and cunt lips.
"Fuck! I'm gonna cum!" Mira said in a bit louder than a whisper, as I saw the cab driver peek in the rearview mirror. "Oh, don't stop!" as she closed her eyes a bit and then, her breath shortening, suddenly whispered loudly, "I'm cumming!" as I felt her pussy muscles contract against my fingers inside.
"That was fucking hot!" Dan almost growled in a whisper, as Mira nodded in agreement.
