And this is where you came in: Julie, Kevin, and I headed for an evening of modern dance and an overnight stay in Denver. I had always loved cultural events, my husband not so much. My daughter's emerging interest in the theater, ballet, modern dance, and musicals provided the three of us a couple of good excuses a month to dress up and hit the city.
Now Kevin was a brilliant guy, but he was still a guy. He loved showing off his two hot woman. On this particular day we stopped at City Park in Denver and spent an hour throwing a frisbee before taking refugee under a tree by a pond for a picnic lunch; we kissed and nuzzled on him while we ate. Then to a suite at the Loews Denver Hotel. There are two great things about luxury hotels: big showers and an endless supply of hot water. Kevin fucking me from behind combined with the shower spraying directly on my cunt and clit brought me off quickly. Julie lasted a little longer, holding off until Kevin dumped his load in her.
Julie and I then got to do another of our favorite things, dress up for our man. The suite featured two vanities. We dried and fixed our hair, applied make-up, and helped dress each other, slipping on the other's stockings, garters, panties and in Julie's case, bra. I was going braless.
Then to our outfits. Julie wore a simple backless black dress. It dropped to her ankles and featured a slit that reached two-thirds the way up her thigh. The neckline was a wide scoop; a push-up bra showed her cleavage to devastating effect. Her shoes were wedge sandals with two inch platforms and five inch heels. Her nails were mid-length and painted white.
My dress was even more daring. Except for two horizontal straps of fabric it was backless. Two long swaths of the silk dress flowed over my shoulder, coming together at my waist and exposing the inner third of my breasts and my cleavage from belly button up. I wore Schutz peep toe booties with scalloped, laced-to-the-ankle sides and a narrow 4 1/4 inch heel. My daughter, for the moment, was slightly taller than I.
Kevin spent the time half-playing on his computer and half watching. He loved it when his sexy ladies dolled themselves up, something about beautiful women brushing on rouge, applying lipstick, dabbing themselves with perfume, pulling on sexy lingerie, and crawling into revealing dresses got his juices rolling.
We had dinner at Fruition, our favorite restaurant in the city, attended the performance, and hit the clubs to dance. Julie and I had planned a surprise, so we broke early, getting back to the hotel shortly after midnight. Happily, we had the elevator to ourselves, where Julie and I launched an all-out, if much too brief, assault on our man.
Once back in the suite we shuffled Kevin off to the living room. Julie and I prepared in the bedroom. We would have preferred to shower, but Kevin never seemed to mind when we were hot and sweaty and since the show was for him, we let it ride. We stripped, washed our faces, and dabbed each other with perfume. While our make-up for the evening had been classy, we now went for wanton: two women with sex on the brain. I looked at my daughter; she was hot, radiating sexual need and hunger. We donned black lingerie: garters, stockings, bra. I wore a thong. Julie's panties covered her ass, albeit with lace so sheer it was transparent. Julie slipped on black six inch stiletto pumps; mine were open in the front and featured four straps.
Ready, we entered the living room, pretending to be unaware of Kevin. Julie said, "God, I missed you today," pushed my hair to the side, providing Kevin an unobstructed view, and kissed me. It was a lovers kiss; we worked our mouths and lips against each other. Her hand was half on my leg, half on my butt. My open hand rested on her chest above her breasts. Her pale white flesh contrasted nicely with my long dark red nails.
We continued kissing, but now wilder, letting our hair fall loosely against our faces, intermingling in places. I slid my hand down her chest to her breast. Her hand moved, slowly and sensuously, up my back. We turned to face each other, both sets of hands on the other's ass, pulling out twats together, mashing our tits into each other; our tongues playing hungrily in each other's mouth.
Julie finally broke the kiss. We shook our heads, throwing our hair back behind our heads, and stared into each other's eyes, breathing heavily. Our mouths again rushed towards each other, desperate to renew the contact. I planted a hand on Julie's breast.
When we broke the kiss Julie looked to her right.
"Who's this?" she asked.
"He's Kevin, one of my students."
"Hi Kevin." She turned back to me, "He's kinda cute." Leaning into me, she said, "I hope you like to watch, Kevin."
Kevin figured out the rules. He was to be seen, not heard.
She sat me down on an armless plush white coach and lowered herself to the floor, resting her butt on her ankles. The pose emphasized the narrowness of her stiletto heels. She ran a hand from my knee up my leg. Her index finger slid under a strap of my garter. I leaned forward, my breasts inches from her face. She delivered slow patient kisses to their exposed upper halves, making sure Kevin saw each sensual movement of her lips. I moaned in delight.
She kissed up my chest and to my shoulder, buried her face in the crook of my neck, and licked and nibbled up my neck. Her movements were graceful, almost feline. We exchanged some sweet pecks on the lips and stood. She pulled aside my hair and licked my ear, her tongue crawling over, around, and into each of its crevices and turns. With an extended index finger I scratched her nipple. She pulled her bra aside, exposing the areola. I tapped and stroked it.
I glanced over her shoulder at Kevin's reflection in a mirror. He was wearing only a shirt and socks. His cock was at full mast. While he wasn't frigging it, he occasionally touched it. It would jump. Pre-cum leaked out.
When Julie finished with my ear my hair fell back in place. She wrapped her arms around my waist. I laid my upper arm on her shoulder, hand pointed skyward. We kissed, but this time more playfully. Her tongue ran across my closed lips, I captured her lower lip with my teeth and stretched it out. She sucked one of my fingers into her mouth and, as I rocked it in and out, gave it a thorough bath. I pulled aside her bra and brought my mouth to a nipple, lapped it. licked it, closed my lips on it, caught it with my teeth, pulled on it, and let go; it plopped back into place.
Julie, tucking her boob back into her bra, sat on the couch. She leaned back, one foot on the floor, the other on the couch, her legs splayed. I stood behind her. Julie lay a hand on the inside of my thigh. I pressed a hand against the wall and placed the other on Julie's hand.
She faced Kevin. The look on her face said one thing: I am about sex. She looked at his erect penis, taking her time, evaluating it. Finally she said, "Nice cock Kevin."
She turned to me.
"What's the word? Does he know how to use it?"
"The word among the girls is he's good."
"Really? He looks too sweet to be a good fuck."
She swung towards me, dropped her leg to the floor, and said, "I want to check out that magnificent ass of yours. I've been thinking about it all night Lean against the wall." I did, spreading my fingers, enjoying the look of my nails on the beige wallpaper. I raised my rump. There was a mirror in the corner. Kevin would see everything.
Julie pulled aside my thong and, taking an ass cheek in each hand, spread them. She buried her face in my firm butt, immersed in the pungent aroma of a woman in heat. She started with short sweet kisses; they became nips and bites. Each elicited a sharp squeak and jump. She covered the same territory in hard flat licks with her tongue.
Her hand crept between my legs and covered my sex, flexing every so subtly, squeezing and massaging my vagina. My panties were soaked. She dragged her other hand down the insides of my thighs, thrilling the sensitive skin.
"Baby that is so good."
Julie looked over her shoulder at Kevin. "I hope you're taking notes."
