Elsie averts her eyes from her reflection in the mirror, to the massive man filling the doorway. She didn’t hear him open the door so she has no idea how long he’s been watching her.
“How do I look, Mountain Man?” she asks him with a slight tremor in her voice, her attempt at sarcasm was a total failure. She turned to face him but now she is questioning her decision.
John chuckles as he pushes himself away from the doorframe to move towards her. He’s dressed all in black again, from the body-hugging silk/cotton blend T-shirt and cargo pants, to his big black boots. He has his two silver hoop earrings in, one in each ear, and his long jet-black hair is loose. Elsie can’t stop the ripples of arousal flowing through her as she envisions his other piercings.
Everything about him screams predator, she thinks as her heart rate accelerates, and anybody as fucking hot as him should be illegal. She involuntarily takes a step back and bumps into a dresser.
“Actually Angel, you looking, amazing,” he says smiling broadly, taking her in from the tips of her toes, one foot encased in a black patent leather ballet flat, the other in an over-the-knee mile high stiletto boot, to the top of her blue-black hair.
“I think the boots will be perfect for after the party, Dollface, with just the corset and stockings,” John looks at her hungrily.
Elsie is wearing a long-sleeved, red velvet, mini-dress with a black, lace-up bustier overtop. The neckline, a low scoop, neck reveals the tops of her creamy white breasts, which quiver just a bit when she takes a deep breath. On her legs she’s wearing black pantyhose with a seam up the back and a bow sewn into the tops of the seam. She looks hot and feels even hotter.
She can feel the blush of embarrassment creeping over her pale skin at his compliment, but at the same time she also gapes at him in shock.
Oh my God! the words flash through her mind like a neon sign over the door of a cheap-ass bar.
He stands so close to her, they’re almost touching. He lowers himself to a crouch, in front of her, and slowly runs his hands down her exposed upper thigh. He lowers the zipper and it’s the only sound in the room. His strokes leave a trail tingling down the inside of her leg. John pulls the boot off her foot, sets it to the side with the match, then takes the other ballet flat and slides it gently onto her small foot. Before he stands, he lifts her skirt and holds her hips firmly in his large hands. He places a kiss on the bone at the apex of her thighs. The erotic intimacy of his kiss makes her body quiver. John then lowers Elsie’s skirt, hiding his treasure, and stands in front of her again.
“Look at me, Angel,” he says gently.
She lifts her head slowly, as her teeth pull on her lower lip.
“Stop biting your lip, you’re going to smear your beautiful red lipstick and I want it there when you wrap your lips around my cock later. Now listen to me, Angel,” he says without batting an eye.
Her eyes go wide as she stares up at him. Again he’s made her speechless.
“You are an amazing, beautiful, and extremely sexy woman. What we do, all of it, is for you, Angel, to take care of you, to adore you, to make you crazy with pleasure. Let go of your inhibitions, and let us take you where we know you need to go, ok?” he looks into her eyes. “Do you trust us, Angel?” he asks, searching her face.
“Yes, Mountain Man, completely,” she answers him without hesitation.
He sees her physically relax and it warms him inside. She’s been so brave, coming here with them and agreeing to let them both take her. They’ve only known each other for a short time but Elsie trusts them and he’s proud of her for being so strong. He takes her petite frame and presses it against his body as she reaches her arms around his waist.
“Now, back to your question, you also look like you are about to burst with need,” John tells her, a smirk lifting a corner of his lips.
Elsie’s chest, neck, face and ears explode with heat from the blush that erupts within her.
John’s head falls back as he laughs at her reaction, his chest and stomach vibrating against her.
“Don’t worry, us too, Angel, me and Brian’s balls hurt so fucking bad we can hardly walk,” John says, still laughing.
“No shit,” Brian joins in, as he enters the room. To accentuate the point, Brian reaches down to adjust his crotch through his jeans. “My dick is still hard,” he says rubbing himself.
“Oops, sorry. Yeah, I guess it would be,” Elsie says eyeing the nice-sized bulge in his pants.
Brian is the poster child for sophisticated surfer dudes, he can rock a tuxedo as easily as a pair of board shorts. Tonight he’s got on a simple white t-shirt and a pair of expensive jeans, no one has ever made a white tee look as good as he is right now. She can see the faint outline of his sexy hoops through his shirt.
“That’s ok, Baby Girl, it’s just going to be a long ass night,” Brian says moving up behind Elsie. He slides his hands up her legs to cup her ass, “These are some of the sexiest pantyhose I have ever seen. I don’t know if they’re going to make it through the night though, Elsie. We just might have to get you lots of these,” he murmurs against her neck, as he nibbles on the exposed column of white flesh.
“Brian, if we start that shit again we’ll never be presentable to greet everyone, and they’re going to start arriving any minute,” John groans through gritted teeth, sexual frustration is gnawing at his balls.
As if on cue, they hear a car pulling
