passwords on it, and shut it down.
Lunch was at a small restaurant not far from the office. The place was full, but not crowded; even so, the service was outstanding, and the food surprisingly good. Lucy was still dressed in business professional clothing; but the girls had opted for light cotton dresses that showed off their figures. I noticed that more than a few of the men in the place gave them more than passing glances.
After lunch, it was back to the office for me, while Lucy and girls decided that what they needed to do was go shopping. Apparently, the factory outlet for a company that all three of them were wild about was nearby, and they were determined not to leave without at least ONE visit.
Back at the office, the afternoon passed pretty much without incident. The only thing of note was when the IS supervisor stopped by to ask how things were going. I showed her a couple of minor holes in their security system, and she actually thanked me for letting her know before I made my final report. I had the suspicion that she'd left them there for me to find, testing to see if I really knew what I was supposed to be doing, but didn't say anything about it.
Later that afternoon, Lucy came by to pick me up and take me back to the hotel. She was alone, saying that the girls had preferred to stay in their room to look over their purchases. When we got up to the rooms, we found out that that wasn't all they'd been looking over – both were stark naked, and engaged in a passionate '69'; their room was full of the noises and scents of their lovemaking.
Lucy and I shared a look, and quietly left them alone, going into her room, instead. There, we moved over next to her bed, and began undressing each other – slowly, taking our time so as to heighten the tension of what we knew was next.
When she'd gotten my shirt undone, Lucy let her hands wander across my chest, lightly, as though memorizing in through Braille. When I got her blouse off, I unfastened the bra hook I found between her breasts, and let the fall free – for all of an eighth of an inch, I figured. With them exposed, I mimicked her actions, tracing their shape and size with my fingertips as I watched her areolas crinkle in pleasure before her nipples began to harden. She leaned forward to lick and suck on my nipples for a while before standing up again; I mirrored her actions, though for a bit longer, leaving her nipples fully erect, and shiny with my saliva.
From there, her next action was to unfasten my belt, draw down my zipper, and slide my pant down around my ankles. There, she removed my shoes, then as I lifted each foot in turn, my pants, tossing them to the side. Still kneeling in front of me, she slid her hands up my legs, feeling the muscles, until she got to my thighs. At that point, she slid her hands around to hold my ass, squeezing it slightly as she rubbed her face into the tent in my shorts. When she felt my penis give an involuntary twitch, she pulled back slightly and let her hands finally wander around to the front, where she let her finger slide under my shorts and drift through my pubic hair, never letting herself actually touch my semi-erect penis. I could see from the expression on her face that she was fighting to hold herself back, and did what I could to help her keep her control.
She finally slid her hands back out of my shorts; reaching up a little farther, she took the waistband in her hands and started easing them down, her eyes focused first where my pubic hair appeared, and then a bit later, where my penis and body joined. At that point, she had to move her hands to the front of my shorts, so she could pull them out far enough to slide them over my penis – pausing a moment to kiss the head of it as it swayed in front of her – before continuing to slide them down my legs, then off me completely, to join my pants on the floor.
Again, she slid her hands up my legs; only this time, when they reached my thighs, she let the slide to the front, laying them flat against my pelvis so that they framed my penis and scrotum. About that time, we faintly heard one of the girls give a loud moan of obvious pleasure, and Lucy's eyes closed as she paused for a few moments, obviously fighting to keep control. Finally, she slid her hands to the side, and buried her face in my pelvis, inhaling deeply several times, before starting to lick my penis until she'd gotten it nearly completely erect, and thoroughly coated with her saliva.
Only then did she stand up, and let me give her a deep, passionate kiss before kneeling myself, so that I could finish undressing HER.
I easily found the snap and zipper that kept her skirt fastened around her hips; undoing them let it fall to the floor with no effort. What I found underneath was delightful: she had stockings on, not pantyhose, and no garter belt holding them up – her own shapely legs, and their snug fit, was enough to keep them in place. Above the stockings, and between them, was a pair of the smallest, thinnest panties that I'd ever seen, anywhere – they barely covered her pubic hair, which was clearly visible underneath them. They were also tight enough that they followed even the slightest curve – there was a distinct ridge where they went from covering her pubic hair, to covering only her skin. They were little more than a gossamer triangle, held in place by a thin strap that circled her shapely hips, and delved between her smooth thighs.
From the position I was in, it was easy enough to lean forward slightly, and trace patterns on her belly with the tip of my tongue.
Circling, and dipping into, her navel; tracing a path from hip to hip, with a slow detour across the top of her pelvis; nuzzling her mons, and inhaling the fresh scent of her – all these were my pleasure until I heard her start to pant in her desire. Only then did I pull away from her enough to slide my finders under the slender strand that held them on her, and start sliding them down her legs. I had barely gotten them loose of her pubis when I was treated to the warm, steamy scent of her arousal hitting me in the face.
I managed to get her panties down around her ankles without disturbing the stockings she had on – the sight of them, so sheer and snug, on her legs was incredibly sexy.
When I'd removed her shoes, then her panties – little more than a thimbleful of material – I did to her as she'd done to me: slid my hands up her legs, delighting in their firm smooth shape. I, too, directed my hands around to cup and hold and caress her ass as I nuzzled into her mons. I eventually changed over to softly squeezing her asscheeks before I extended my tongue and ran the tip of it through the cleft between her easily visible labia. Back to front, I collected a fair sampling of her essence before letting my tongue softly graze across her extended clitoris – and drawing a pleased gasp from her as she let her thighs separate, giving me even better access to the focus of my desires.
Several more times, I ran my tongue through her cleft and across her clitoris; each time, I was rewarded with a gasping moan.
Finally, she reached down to take my head in her hands, and gently guided me to a standing position, my penis resting between her thighs. She moved in to kiss me again, and I know that both of us could feel it as I became more erect, pressing softly against her mons and clitoris. Our kiss was long and deep, leaving both of us panting when it finally broke.
She took my hands, and turned slightly, so that the backs of her knees were resting against the edge of the bed. She sat down, legs spread, and looked up to tell me 'I've been thinking about this*all day*. Robyn and Sandra a both lovely and gentle and so much fun – but what I want now; what I*need* now, is a
I still had her hands in mine; I lifted them to my lips and kissed each of them in turn before telling her 'It would be my great pleasure to make LOVE to you.' with a smile.
She gently removed her hands from mine, and put them on my thighs as she leaned forward to take me into her mouth. She sucked on me as she licked every surface she could reach, until she'd gotten me fully erect. When she'd done that, she slid herself further onto the bed, and lay down, raising and spreading her knees, exposing her most intimate self to me. I climbed up on the bed with her, and moved between her legs; once in position, I leaned forward so that my hands were on the bed by her shoulders. With both hands, she reached down between us, using one to hold herself open, and the other to position me at her entrance. Both of us watched as I pressed my hips forward, sliding my saliva-slick penis into her until I was completely buried in her in a single motion. As I did, I heard her groan in pleasure, and felt it as her vaginal walls stretched to accept me.
Once inside her, I held myself steady for a little bit, not moving – until I felt her lift her pelvis up, encouraging me to start moving in her.
Amazingly, I found myself in a fortunate situation: after what she'd done for me that morning, I didn't feel any particular need to climax – at the same time, it had been long enough that I didn't have any problem staying erect and aroused. So I simply started making love to her in steady strokes, withdrawing until only the head of my
