Wake Up!

I wake up. Judging by the colour of the sky, it is still very early in the morning. Too early to get up, I decide. But for some reason, I am unable to go back to sleep. So, what do I do now? My hand touches my crotch. Hmm, feels good! I am feeling slightly horny. Through my underpants my fingers start playing with my pussy's lips. I can feel them getting bigger, pulsating. The hard, little knob at the center is longing for some caressing. After circling around it for a while, my fingers finally give in, stroking from lips to cherry pit and back.

The fingers of my right hand start wandering, working their way beneath the textile divide, to dive into the wet hole way below my clit, while my left hand, also wandering below my undies, is pulling my pussy´s lips apart ever so slightly, while carefully touching the little knob. Hmmm ... feels good! Hungry! I remove my underpants to get a better feel and grip, without having to struggle with the cotton. My entire hands are now touching as much as they can, lips, clit, the wet crevice, playing gently here, pushing a little deeper there. My hips are circling, but I try to move carefully, so as not to wake Jo up.

He is lying on his back fast asleep, his thigh touching mine. I turn to my left side to snuggle up against him. I love to smell him - his skin, his hair (with a faint touch of shampoo), and a little reminder of the after shave he wore yesterday which goes really well with his own fragrance. Hmmm! My hand touches his shoulder, carefully following its curve, then down his arm into the pit of his elbow, and along his powerful underarms, until my fingers touch his hand which is lying on his belly.

My hand explores further, now following the way from his belly button, up to his chest, cheekily playing with his nipple, until I feel it getting hard under my finger. I let my hand wander back down again - I love stroking across his belly, taking in the feel of his skin through my fingers. Touching and feeling skin is so erotic, and when I have the time to amply indulge in this, I get really worked up. In a very pleasant sense. And his body fragrance is just a real turn on to me! Carefully, I move up closer so my head lies just above his shoulder, so that my nose is close to his neck. I inhale deeply, enjoying his warmth. My other hand takes a short dive between my thighs - yes, I could have guessed that it is a little wet there... I pull out my hand again, turning my full attention to my sweetheart, who is still happily entangled in some dream unknown to me. Whatever it is, it doesn´t seem to be a nightmare, since he his smiling in his sleep.

Carefully, I let my hand wander again over his chest, playing with the hair around his nipples, then cupping and softly pinching them. My hand strokes across his chest again, savouring the feel of his warm skin. Slowly, I feel my way down his belly again, resting in the area of his belly button, trying to fight the impulse to let my fingers head directly for his cock. Instead, I glide my hand back and forth across his belly, playing with the fine hair (I love the feel of that too, I admit it!), in the process occasionally touching his hand which is lying a few inches below his belly button.

But finally the temptation to explore Jo´s middle becomes to great for a girl to resist (hey, my gender allows for an occasional excuse!), and I put my hand under the blanket to feel his dick through his underpants, soft, warm and cosily asleep as his master. But - very much unlike his master - it doesn´t take long to start waking. My hand is hardly doing anything at this point, just holding him through his underpants, now and then contracting my fingers a little, in a motion similar to milking. Eventually, Jo´s dick starts to stir under my caressing hand. As my grip is getting firmer, I can feel him growing, slowly unravelling from his embryonic, curled up sleep position to a straight shape, going from soft to a little firmer to "hello, I´m getting hard here!"

I continue to gently stroke him, hold him and occasionally grip him a little tighter, at which his cock seems to "respond" in his own language, it is almost like morsing: "Nudgenudge!" And the almost immediate answer: "Prod-prodprodprodprod-Prod!" My hand touches his cock´s head, stroking him through his underpants, playing with him and teasing him. Jo starts stirring in his sleep, giving a soft groan. Careful so as not to awake him yet, I crawl under the blanket. I can feel that his cock is fully erect by now, hard, longing to be touched - yes, that´s quite a turn on, and another temptation I cannot resist.

As I remove his underpants, his hard dick almost leaps out. Jo´s hand is moving towards his cock, the hungry longing having intruded upon his sleep. Yes, you do need a good feel, I cannot help thinking, growing ever more horny myself, my crotch rubbing against his leg. With my lips, I begin nuzzling Jo's balls, sucking them, while his hand is touching himself more forcefully now, rubbing hard at first, then carefully playing with his head. "Hmmmmm!" I hear Jo groaning, but judging from the little snore that follows, he is still not quite awake. I am still kissing and nibbling his balls, and I am working my way up by now. Jo´s hand is moving away, scratching his belly. I jump upon the opportunity, licking his cock up from the balls. My hand is reaching out for his belly which is all wet, and I feel his cock´s head oozing precum in lustful anticipation.

Oh yes! I do want to taste those juices, lick them off, suck them! My cunt is already leaving wet traces all over Jo´s leg, as my tongue eagerly licks the tip of Jo´s cock, tasting the salty sap, before my mouth clutches itself hungrily all around him, seeking to take as much of him in as possible. "Hey, babe, what are you doing? God - that feels good! Hmmmm!" Jo murmurs sleepily. I interrupt the lustful sucking, sticking my head up above the blanket, smiling at him. "Sorry for waking you, hon! I just couldn´t resist it ..." He makes me shut up by shoving my head down again. "Don´t stop now! Get back to what you were doing before!"

Jo is holding my head, just a little forcefully, pushing me deeper towards his middle. Panting with excitement, I suck him harder, releasing his cock only now and then to draw a deep breath, only to have Jo push my head deep down onto his crotch again. His hips are moving towards me, telling me to try and get him into my mouth deeper. His groans are making me even hotter, and the hornier I get, the harder I suck. I want to feel him come in my mouth, I want to taste his cum, every little bit of it. "Careful, babe!" he moans softly. His cock, dripping in an almost continuous stream of horny juices, is contracting, but Jo is holding back. I draw back a little, letting him just intrude again and again, so that his head keeps rubbing against my lips, wetting them with his sap, while my hand is massaging the lower parts of his long, hard and by now extremely horny dick.

His dick is intruding deeper into my mouth, moving faster and faster. He must be erupting any second now. Jo´s cock twitches in my mouth. He does not let me withdraw any more, holding me forcefully, carried away by pure lust. I do my best to fuck him fast with my mouth. I am myself almost losing my mind, my pulsating pussy rubbing against Jo´s leg. He is panting. I pull him out of my mouth one more time. In the little parting of his head, I can see the first drops of sperm gleaming. My tongue intrudes this little hole just slightly, catching a first taste.

"I want you to come! Now!" I beg, no, I order him. Hornily, my mouth clutches his cock again, taking him in as deep as possible. I am trying not to choke and push my tongue up towards him as I feel him deep down, almost touching my throat, while I am swallowing his continuous stream of salty sap as good as I can. His cock is twitching. "Oh yeah!" Jo moans. He grips my head and pulls it closer towards him, not letting me escape. As if I wanted to! Eagerly, my mouth keeps sucking, more intense now, moving in short, breathless motions. Then I feel him. His dick twitches, stretches one final time, starts pulsating, and then erupts in a series of hot, forceful explosions. Hot, salty juices are running down my mouth. I cannot swallow it all, although I am trying my best. Some of it is trickling out of the corner of my mouth. I keep licking him.

Feeling, smelling and caressing Jo, sensing his excitement, and tasting him all the way has not left me uncaught. Horniness can be extremely contagious, any my pussy leaving traces all over his leg is speaking for itself. I feel a familiar sensation that brings me closer to explosion myself - Jo has put the vibrator between my legs. He moves it gently around my clit, and carefully lets it penetrate me and presses it down a little, so that the vibrais exerting a little pressure towards my butt. I am not too far off - in fact, his cumming very nearly set me on fire without much else needed. Still licking his seemingly never ebbing juices, I feel it coming. Slowly at first. Then hard. And finally vigorously.

Strawberry Fields

It doesn´t happen too often, but today is one of those days when you awake way before me, and I, unlike normally, stay asleep as you get up. Quietly, so as not to wake me, you scurry into the kitchen and close the door behind you. When you start grinding coffee beans, I am finally torn from my dreams. Sleepily, I consult the alarm clock. It´s not even seven in the morning, and it´s our day off. I drop back into the pillows and decide it´s ok to doze off again.

I wake up when you kiss me on the forehead. "Good morning, my sleeping beauty," you whisper into my ear. "Open your eyes." I do - and I cannot believe them. In front of the bed, you have placed a tray. There are croissants, buns, a bowl full of fresh strawberries,a small bowl with whipped cream, two hard boiled eggs, cheese and salami. To crown it all, there´s a vase with a gorgeous dark red rose, two glasses and a bottle of sparkling wine placed in a cooler with ice. "Aww - you´re incredibly sweet!" I murmur, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. You bend down to kiss me passionately. I can taste strawberry flavour. And you whisper "Ready for some breakfast?" "Hmmm ...yes," I answer, smiling at you. You pull me close, your hands touching my bare back, stroking slowly up my spine, tickeling my neck ever so slightly, until my nipples become hard and perk at your chest.

You keep stroking up and down my back, my neck, then you touch my arms, letting your fingers glide down the inside of my elbows, my lower arms, my palms. Without a word, you turn me round and make me lie down on my belly, continuing to gently rub my back. I try to touch you, reaching behind me, but you have different plans. "Don´t move," you admonish me. "Just relax and ... trust me!" I seem to sense a slightly devilish hint in your voice, and "Trust me!" sets me on red alert. "What are you up to?" I ask suspiciously, craning my neck to see what you are doing. Are you going to pin me down and tickle me? No, I figure, you wouldn´t take the risk - I´d be bouncing around wildly (and you´d end up with at least one bruise on your legs, or arms, or worse - or all of the possible spots). Or would you? "Shhh! Relax!" You take me between your legs, practically sitting on my butts, and gently rub my back, until you feel my tension easing off. Your fingers glide up and down my spine again, all the way to my butts where you are sitting, and with both of your hands up again, sending a thrilling sensation all the way down my body, from tip to toe. And, of course, right to the parts in my middle.

"Hmmm..." Unable to say more, I just purr, wriggeling my butts. You lean forward, and through your pants I can feel your balls and your hardening cock brush across my lower back. "My pussy´s waking up," I announce. You laugh. "Good! But the voracious li´l girl will have to wait a while yet." With a sigh, I just decide to give in and give myself up to whatever you intend to do. Apparently, I´m not yet relaxed enough for your taste, because now you start taking care of my shoulders. You begin kneading them, digging your fingers into that muscle which just always seems to be tense, rubbing up my neck and down to the sides again. You continue kneading and massaging my shoulders and stroking up and down the sides of my neck, your cock and balls giving my back a very pleasant rub of their own, although they are still covered in their cotton-prison. Every now and then, your massage is complemented by a kiss you place on my neck, or on my shoulders. Gentle kisses, followed by gentle bites. When your kneading movements slowly give way to stroking movements, I sense with regret that this pleasant massage is about to end, but something is telling me that you´re up to more, and I´ll gladly let you surprise me.

You kiss me again, soft touches, starting at my neck, my left shoulder, then my right shoulder, then down my spine, and you don´t seem to be missing one single vertebra, until you reach the last one, just above my butts. Then you pull on my thongs, and I lift my lower body to help you remove them. You pull them off and then touch my butts´ cheeks with your lips, and after a loud, smacking kiss on each of them, I receive two light spanks. "Stay!" you say resolutely as I again try to turn round to kiss you, "Trie to lie down as flat as you can. And don´t move now!"

Without seeing it, I feel that you are bending over somewhere to the tray loaded with breakfast goodies. It sounds like you are dipping something, and then I feel you placing that something on my back. It feels soft, light and cool - and then I catch the scent. You are covering me in strawberries, which you dipped into the whipped cream, placing them in a row, one behind the other, all the way down my back. Now that´s quite a feeling. When you´re done, I ask "And now?". "And now, I´m gonna harvest this strawberry field," you say, bending down. I feel you picking one strawberry up with your mouth. Then you lean over me, so we are face to face, a cream covered strawberry halfway in your mouth. Our mouths touch, and we share the delicious, sweet red fruit. We exchange a long, passionate, strawberry flavoured kiss. Then you move back, bend over my back again and pick up the next strawberry. Again, you move face to face with me, offering me a bite, followed by a long, hearty kiss. You continue, until the last strawberry you had placed on my back is eaten. Hmmm ... I enjoy this mixture of our lips touching, our mouths sharing the flavour, and most of all the ensuing kisses.

"Ok, let´s see what other fruit we can reap from this field, now that the strawberries have gone." "Cherries, perhaps?" I suggest, unable to keep that horniness from my voice. "Hmmm ... cherries," you murmur, "sounds promising! See if I can find them. But - I see there is still some work to be done on that former strawberry field." You lower yourself between my legs and bend forward again. I feel your cock, still trapped in your underpants, nudging against my butts.

You kiss my neck and slowly lick the remainders of the whipped cream off my back, your cock prodding my lower back.. Slowly and indulgently, you kiss and lick me, your balls and cock still pressed against my lower back. As you move further down, so does the point of pressure where I feel your cock and balls, but the intensity with which you are pushing against me is increasing. I feel you now hard against my butts, and finally, as your "fieldwork" nears its end and oyour kisses and licks have reached my lower back, I feel your cock and balls between my legs, touching and pressing against my pussy.

The heat of both of our bodies feels so good it´s almost unbearable. My pussy is wide awake now, and you rub yourself against me, tempted to give in to the craving of your cock. But you tear yourself away and continue to kiss my lower back, moving on to my butts, until you reach the inside of my legs. You kiss my thighs, starting with my left leg, then you nibble at the inside of my thigh, slowly working your way down to my knees. I love the feel of your lips playing with my thighs, in an almost tickling, but definitely teasing manner. You grab a bit of skin btween your teeth, you suck on it, you let it go. Then your mouth moves a little lower, continuing to kiss, lick, suck, nibble and softly bite.

One of your hands, meanwhile, is gently stroking the inside of my right leg, up, until it almost reaches my pussy, teasing, but not quite touching it, and then down again. And back up, caressing, hot strokes that send hot shivers across my entire body. Now your tongue has reached the back of my left knee where it rests to play for a while, before you switch to my right leg, this time working your way up with your kisses, and you are licking, sucking, nibbling and biting your way back up again, your hand taking care of the inside of my left leg, again stroking all the way up, nearly touching my pussy´s wet lips, but once more, your hand stops just before and moves down again.

All goosebumps and feeling like I´ve turned into jelly, I wriggle, sticking my butt up in the air to allow you better access and view to my cherry field. Finally, I feel your fingers caressing my lips. Starting with the outer lips and parts of the inside of my thighs, you work your way to the center. You stroke over my lips in small, circling movements to make sure every part of my pussy, including my clit, will get its share of your touch. Still caressing my lips with your gentle touch, you part my lips with the fingers of your other hand, opening the soft, wet crevice, and slide one finger into me. I moan. Your caressing strokes and kisses, and all the supsense have made me so horny, and I feel like I´m almost ready to explode.

With slow movements, you are fucking me with your finger, now digging deeper, then withdrawing, in and out, the remainder of your fingers caressing my lips and touching my clit. Feeling the soft, wet warmth increases your own arousal. I can tell by the way your hard cock is pressing against my thighs, and by the wet little spot that is clearly palpable even through your underpants. "Don´t you think it´s about time to remove your underpants and let your eleventh finger join in the hunt?" I coarsely ask between two moans.

Prod, prod! Yes, your cock is clearly in the mood for release. In fact, he is trying to stick his head out, peeping over the waistband. "Let me help you," I offer, and you allow me to turn round, so I am seated now before you, my legs wide apart, my lips red, wet and swollen, my entire body one inviting gesture, as I eagerly pull down your pants. I cannot resist the temptation to stroke the shaft of your cock and spread your precum over its head. I cup one hand over your head, precum dripping against my palm, while my other hand continues to stroke your shaft with slow, deliberate movements. Now it´s your turn to moan softly. No wonder, your cock has been longing for being touch decently for quite a while.

I keep rubbing and stroking you, taking your head between my thumb and index finger. My other hand is working your shaft, and every now and then I manage to pinch your balls ever so slightly, evoking more "Hmmm"s and moans from your behalf. My fingers do not want to let go, but with every stroke and feel of your hungry dick, my pussy´s craving to feel you gets more intense and harder to bear. "Come on inside," I invite you. "Turn round - I wanna give you a little more of that treatment from before," you insist.

With a sigh, I turn round to lie on my belly again, my butt up in the air, my clit rubbing against the mattress. Your fingers have found their way back, and your cock is pushing once more against my leg, and now that it is released from its textile prison, it´s painting small patterns on my thigh. I love the feel of your excited cock rubbing against me. It´s a feeling that always gets me hot, but now I can almost not bear it - all I want right now is you inside me. "Please, c´mon in," I beg. "Do you really want it?" "Can´t you tell?" I manage to ask cheekily. "No," you say with a little laugh, "I want you to tell me ... and show me ..." "Alright then, you asked for it!" I stick my butt up further, giving you an even better view of the voracious inside of my pussy. "Fuck me, please!" I moan. "Ok, I think that is pretty convincing," you laugh, and then I finally feel your cock at my lips. But you are still holding back a little, you enjoy the teasing game. I can feel your dick just touching, playing on my "entrance", rubbing, increasing the craving of the both of us.

At last, your cock gets the better of you, forcing you to give in and follow his cravings. I shudder as I feel you thrusting inside me, holding me from behind, one of your hand reaching around my belly to caress my clit. Almost forcefully, you move inside me, touching all those parts that have been so hungry to feel you. Your movements get faster, and I can feel you´re almost there. So can you, but you want to last for a bit longer. You slow down again, almost stopping, adjusting the angle, so that I can feel the pressure of your cock against my butt as well. "Oh!" I moan. "Keep doing this!" "Do you like that, my little slut?" you groan, moving faster again, your cock clearly being the one in charge. In and out you move, without pulling out entirely, now pushing deeper, then teasing the both of us by not giving in to your cocks impulse to push as deeply as you can, now moving faster, then slowing down, and again almost halting, the only motion being felt the pulsation of your cock and the pre-orgasmic small contractions of my pussy.

Until finally, we don´t want to go it slow anymore. Our movements are now dictated by pure lust, and there is no holding back. Our bodies thrust against each other, we are accelerating, being inevitably drawn towards the climax. I feel the pulsating of my clit spreading, like a preannouncement, not quite there yet, but almost. I also feel the throbbing of your cock, and I know you are holding back, even trying to move carefully again, as if balancing eggs (well, in a sense you are ;) ). But I don´t want to slow down now, so I am doing the best that I can to keep the motion going, thrusting myself against you, enjoying the feel of your cock deep inside me, carrying you away in the process. Move, just keep on moving, I think, and finally I feel you pushing hard and increasingly fast against me. And then the sensation just bursts, making me erupt and contract, moaning loudly, at which point you let loose, blowing your load inside me, your moans close to my ear exciting me even more.

Exhausted, you lie on top of me, your cock still slightly pulsating, my pussy still contracting, and our bodies reverberating, like an aftershock after a major quake (it sure was!). When you regain your breath, you lift yourself, pulling out of me, and kiss me on my shoulders. "Hmmm! That was a nice breakfast foreplay," you say with a grin. I turn round, at last being allowed to kiss you. "It sure was! How ´bout some eggs now? And perhaps some more strawberries?" I add with a vicious little smile. "Strawberries? Alright, but only if I can have some sparkling wine with them this time!" you reply with a grin. I kiss you again. "No problem, dear! You´ve clearly earned your Sektfruehstueck. And I´m even going to open the bottle."

Vampires

We´re out in one of our favorite hang outs for a Saturday night of dancing, talking and having a few drinks with a group of a couple of friends. The music is just to our tastes. Suzanne has been dancing wildly for the past half hour or so, while we have been standing at the bar, joking, talking and laughing. Apparently, she´s had enough of dancing for the moment - she didn´t seem to be able to get enough all evening -, and she´s coming up to us, her cheeks all rosy, her eyes gleaming gleefully from the joy of dancing. "Boy, I need something to drink!" she says, reaching for her lemonade, still slightly out of breath, smiling at us while happily taking her place between us.

She wraps her arms around us, charmingly unaware that she just interrupted our conversation, looking first at you, then at me. "And now, my seethearts," she says with her disarming smile, "you´re going to dance with me! No excuses, one-two-three! Onto the dance floor, the both of you!" You try to protest, but her look clearly expresses that she will accept no contradiction. She downs the rest of her Orangina, and - taking both of us by our hands - simply drags us along with her.

I look at you, you look back at me, and with a shrug we give in and let her lead us. Self-oblivious, Suzanne is dancing away, and soon, we let our bodies and minds follow, diving into the house sound. Although we´re all more or less dancing by ourselves, we still form a sort of triangle on the dance floor, mostly facing each other. Our hands are touching every now and then, reminding us of each other´s presence: You´re touching Suzanne´s, I´m touching yours, Suzanne´s are touching mine.

Suddenly, she takes you with both hands, making you move and turn as she pleases, until you find yourself wrapped in her arms, her soft and warm cheeks touching yours. You close your eyes for a second, just enjoying the touch and breathing in her warm, soft smell. "Hmmm ...." Then she untangles the almost-knot and lets go of you, only to do the same with me. Like you, I enjoy her soft touch, until much too soon, she lets go, dancing away on her own happily, smiling at us again.

Several songs later, she again takes the lead, this time to drag us off the dance floor and towards the bar. "Actually, I could well do with some sort of refreshment," you say, catching your breath. "Yeah, so could I," I say, equally breathless, and turning to the both of you, "What are you having, guys and girls?" "I´ll go for a beer," you grin. "I´ll have another lemonade," Suzanne smiles. "Ok, I´ll order." It´s late and there aren´t too many people lining up at the bar, so it doesn´t take long until the barkeeper turns to me and takes my order.

When I return with the drinks, Suzanne is happily chatting away, talking about her boyfriend who is away for the weekend to visit his parents. Then she talks about their plans for the upcoming vacation. "Guess where we´re going this year!" She looks at us, beaming with expectation. She knows how curious she gets us, and she´s always good for a surprise. "Hmm ... Australia?" Last time, they went to India. Before that, it was Alaska, so anything is possible. She shakes her head. "Close, but not quite," she says with a grin. "New Zealand? Or perhaps Tasmania?" you offer. Another shake of her head. "C´mon," I say, "tell us!" She sees that we are bursting with curiosity. Having us gotten to this point, she is ready to lift the secret. "Well, this time it´s Hawaii! We´re going surfing! What do you think of this?" she exclaims, and she is so excited that it is almost sexy. "How cool!" we both go in unison. "When are you going? Where abouts will you be going? Which islands are you going to see?" we overwhelm her with questions, sharing her excitement, and Suzanne happily and eagerly explains.

I don´t know for how long we have been talking and laughing, but one by one, the rest of our group has bid their goodbyes, and when the barkeeper tells us to finish our drinks and the lights are switched on, we are a little surprised at how late (or rather: how early) it has become. Time has gone flying, and much to our astonishment, day is beginning to break. "Again!", you sigh in mock despair, "can´t we for once go out without being the last ones to leave a place? Or without the day breaking when we leave? Or without having to be swept out by the cleaning team? Or ..." "Stop complaining, or haven´t you been enjyoing yourself?" I interrupt you, nudging you. Suzanne grins, "Yeah, but I always find I´m staying out particularly late when I´m touring with you guys. There really is something about you. Maybe." "Ok girls, let´s go! For a vampire like me, it´s time to get back into my coffin. I don´t want to turn into dust just because I´m hit by sunlight," and you push us out into the fresh air.

We take Suzanne in our middle, linking arms. It´s a crisp early May morning, and none of us feels really tired yet. Since we have the same direction, there´s no need for good-byeing yet. We walk through the quiet early Sunday morning, enjoying the mood and the quiet. "So, my sweethearts," Suzanne breaks the silence, leaning her head against your shoulder "what are you going to do right now?" "Well," you smile, "I think it´s a good time for a first coffee, before heading into our coffins for the day, no?" Suzanne smiles back at you. "Yes, sounds like a good idea. I think that´s what I´ll be having, too, first thing when I´ll get home. And before I´ll be hanging headlong off the ceiling." We laugh. Then you and I exchange glances, and after a moment, you ask her "Hey, why don´t you join us? If you don´t mind that our place is not really cleared up, and if you don´t mind sitting on the floor - but we have great coffee! And clean cups. And you could hang off the ceiling, or join us in our coffin, as you wish." Suzanne looks up, both delighted and surprised, and after a questioning look in my direction - which I answer with "Hey, great idea! Sure, come with us!" - she smiles happily, "Cool! Thanks a lot for the invitation! At least I´ll take the coffee, and decide about the coffin later." And we walk again, giggling and feeling pleasantly silly.

After a couple of minutes, we arrive at our doorstep and enter the four storey building. "You live at the top?" Suzanne asks. I nod. "Fourth floor." "Don´t worry," you laugh, noticing her slightly panicky look, "there is an elevator." She gives a sigh of relief. "Good! I´m not sure if I could handle four flights of stairs. I spent all my energy dancing away with you guys," she says, smiling cheekily.

When we arrive at our door, I say "Ok, just give me a little headstart. I need to cover up all those sex toys laying around." Suzanne laughs as I dash forth. "Don´t worry, I don´t mind them. I´ve got a nice collection of those things myself!" Still, I manage to cover up some of them beneath the blanket before you lead her into our combined living-and-bedroom.

I always wonder what impression someone might have upon walking into our apartment. There is hardly any furniture, save for our futon, a small coffee-table, and a couple of beanbags, randomly grouped across the floor. "I´ll be back in a minute," I say, heading off for the kitchen to take care of the coffee.

"Have a seat anywhere. On the floor, or on any of the beanbags. Or on our futon.", you invite her. Suzanne sits down on the floor, cross-legged, leaning against one of the beanbags and looking outside the large window which goes down almost all the way to the floor. "Great apartment you got," she says, "and I love it that it´s flooded with daylight!" You nod. "Yes, so do we. Unless, of course, we come home early in the morning and try to go to sleep. Daylight can be quite a hassle when you lead the life of a vampire." Szanne shudders. "Hey, but you´re not gonna bite me, are you?" You look at her with an evil grin. "Who knows ...? And, hey, you might enjoy it!"

I return with three large, steaming cups, a bottle of milk and some sugar, interrupting your vampire conversation which I´ve overheard from the kitchen. "Here! I guess that´s better than blood. For the moment." I place the cups on the table, seating myself on the floor, and for a moment, we are all silent again, inhaling the scent and enjoying the taste of the hot, dark brew. I look outside the window. The sky is overcast now, and it is starting to rain slightly. We listen to the drizzle. "I don´t want to go out in this weather now," Suzanne says sleepily, "but I guess you guys want to go to bed and catch some sleep." "Don´t worry," you say, "just make yourself comfortable. We can all stretch out here. Or on the futon. It´s big enough for the three of us." Suzanne looks at us. "In fact, I´d love to," she says coyly, "cuddle up in the middle between you. If you don´t mind, that is."

Then she simply stretches out on the floor and we lie down on either side of her. A little shy at first, she stretches out her arms, pulling us closer. "Come here, my sweethearts," she murmurs. We kiss her on the cheeks. "Hmmm ..." she sighs. "Feels good!" We move our bodies up close to her, and she takes your hand and places it firmly on her breast. You start stroking her, while my hand just rests on her belly, feeling the warmth of her body. "I think I would like to feel more of you. Do you mind if I get rid of my top? And," she continues, "would you mind getting rid of your tops as well?"

No, we don´t mind at all, although this entire situation takes us a little by surprise. We help each other. You take off Suzannes shirt. Then she slowly pulls my t-shirt over my head. And then Suzanne and I unbutton your shirt, helping you pull it off. "Can you help me with my bra?" she asks you. "Sure - taking these things off is always a pleasure to me," you say with a naughty little grin and release her breasts. You touch them, caressing them with your hands first, then kissing her nipples. Suzanne shivers, then she pulls my head towards her other breast. I join you in kissing her nipples, moving a little deeper.

Then, without saying anything, Suzanne and I take you in our middle. First, we are both kissing and biting your neck. "Ahhh!" you shudder, goosebumps arising on your entire body. Then I am kissing and working your back, she is kissing your chest, while your hands again caress her firm breasts. She unbuttons your jeans, opens the fly and lets her hand wander down to your cock which - not really surprising - is rock hard. You shiver as Suzanne and I are pulling your pants down, caressing your hot and excited body, she taking care of your front, myself playing with your backside and your butts. Then it´s your turn to free her of her jeans, touching her butts in the process, and letting a finger wander between her thighs. You feel her excitement and wetness as one finger makes its way towards her pussy´s lips, which in turn arouses you even further.

Meanwhile, I am still caressing your back and your butts, kissing you all the way down, and up again, softly biting your neck once more (I know you like this, my fellow vampire!), and back down your spine, your butts, your thighs, reaching through your thighs to touch your balls. As I caress them, my lower body presses against you. "Hey!", you exclaim, "there´s someone here who´s still got her pants on." "No way!" Suzanne says protesting, and the both of you grab me, ripping off my pants, touching my crotch and butts. Suzanne and you are both caressing my breasts, while I try to touch both of you. We are all entangled in a knot of touching, kissing, licking and tasting each other.

"What do you think, should we pamper this young vampire, should we really spoil him?" she manages to whisper in my ear. "Great idea, and actually ..." I whisper something back at her. Her face brightens, she nods and smiles. "Hey girls, what are you up to?" you ask suspiciously. "Whatever you do, treat me kindly, ok?" Without answering your concerns, we just laugh and pin you down. "Don´t ask, just enjoy!" I order you. You lie down on your back, as told, and Suzanne starts rubbing your cock against her belly, feeling your excited drops and spreading them all over her, while she passionately kisses me. Seeing us getting involved with each other, with increasing excitment, and feeling Suzanne´s hot, delicious body against yours gets you really wild. I lie down beside you, kissing you, Suzanne´s taste still on my tongue, passing it on to you.

You moan softly as Suzanne glides down, your cock now touching her breasts. She takes you into her mouth, sucking you. The sight excites me, and I move down a little to lick your nipples, my wet crotch rubbing against your side. Your fingers reach for me, while mine reach out for Suzanne. She is as wet as I am, and we are all near ecstatic with arousal. I move down further, taking turns with Suzanne to lick your cock. Your "Ahhs!" and "Hmmms!" are telling us that what you are experiencing here is not entirely without pleasure for you.

We are also enjoying this, judging by Suzanne´s expression on her face (and I can feel my own little hard knob and the wetness between my thighs, telling me everythings´s more than ok on that side, too). Then Suzanne´s mouth lets go of your cock. You look up, lifting your upper body, and beg "Hey, please don´t stop!" Without a word, Suzanne takes your cock and starts rubbing it between her breasts, every now and then catching its head with her tongue to lick off the hot, salty drips. "Ohhh!" with a sigh, you let your upper body sink back. Your cock´s head is all read and very large, its little lip opened, displaying a constant stream of precum. I crawl up behind Suzanne, rubbing my crotch against her firm little butts, and reaching from below, I treat her pussy´s lips and clit to some firm massage.

With growing excitement, she rubs you more intensively, feeling your cock twitching with delight, your face twisted with lust. She wriggles a little to allow my fingers to slip deeper into her and my hand to touch more of her. She moans, all the while clenching your cock between her breasts. You are both moving so fast now, she has a hard time trying to at least once in a while catch your cocks head with her tongue. But whenever she manages, you moan a little louder. Her Tongue, lips and breasts are treating your cock. "Ahhh! Watch out, I´m really close now," you moan. Suzanne´s movements are getting faster, and I am doing my best to fuck her with my fingers and hand, rubbing myself against her butts.

"Hold it just for a second," I say, my voice coarse with arousal. As quickly as possible, I hunt for one of the vibrators I was hiding earlier. She keeps rubbing and licking you, eagerly sticking her backside up. I return with the vibrator already switched on. "Rrrrrrrr!" The soft hum makes her moan in advance, before I even get near her. Carefully, I move it between her pussy´s wet lips. "Oh yeah!" she moans softly. You are almost there, I can tell by the look on your face. Suzanne is also just about ready to explode. She almost screams, "Hold me tight, please!" I grab around her waist, my other hand still carefully moving the vibrator. When I feel her exploding beneath me, it´s almost too much to bear. At this point, you cannot hold back any longer either, and your cock explodes all over her breast, twitching, pulsating, time and again. Suzanne and I take turns once more, this time to lick you clean. When we´re finished, you sit up, and together we lick her breasts, and her neck, and her chin - which are all covered in your hot, salty cum. Hmmm ... tasty! "Ok," Suzanne gasps, catching her breath, "I think there´s someone missing here." "Right," you agree. Together, the both of you pin me down now. I´m not missing by much, in fact, and having you kiss and lick my breasts, and Suzanne rubbing my clit gets me to take off within a few seconds. I explode there and then, moaning.

Both of you collapse, you in the middle this time. "Hmmmm!" you say as we are cuddling up to you, and you wrap one arm around each of us, drawing us close to you. Then you softly bite our necks - first Suzanne´s, then mine. "Ok, now that I bit you, you are vampires, just like me. You´ll have to join me into my coffin. After," you continue with a devilish little smile "making some more coffee." Suzanne and I look at each other, then we burst out laughing. "Ok, master! But we´ll be demanding some reward," I say, earnestly. Then we both head for your neck, biting you, while our hands are touching as we simultaneously reach for your cock.

Springtime!

Ok, I´ll readily admit it: Just lying in the sun arouses me, not to say it makes me outright horny. I´m not quite certain what it is. Perhaps it´s that utterly relaxed feeling of just lazing, thinking of everything and nothing in particular, letting my mind wander, which, more often than not, includes some decidedly naughty strings of thought. This is perhaps aided by the fact that I am more or less stark naked. Or it´s the warm feeling of the sun, sending its warmth all over my body, increasing the blood flow, which inevitably also stirs every single nerve in the most hidden parts of my body, making me very aware of every vein, of every little nerve. And the big ones, of course. Or its the little pearls of sweat that, starting at any point, be it my armpits, or be it that space just below my breasts, or maybe my belly button, slowly trickling down my body, making me aware of the very parts they are slowly and randomly gliding along, almost tickeling, in a very teasing fashion.

So, I am lying on the floor of the balcony, enjoying the first taste of summer. The early April sun gently caresses my bare arms, filling every pore of my body with a smooth indulgent warmth. "Hmmm!" I purr. In fact, it feels so warm I am tempted to remove the black t-shirt I am wearing. Protected from the wind (and the views of anyone not caring to catch a glimpse of some of the more intimate views of my body) by trees and the balcony´s firm stone wall, I´ll just give it a try and take it off. With a sigh, I am lying down again.

It seems to feel even warmer now that the sun directly touches more of my skin. My breasts - small as they are - are feeling all full with the warmth and that unique feel of sunlight warmth. Absorbed in thought, I let my right hand wander through the space between my tits, moving on downward, wiping down the first small drops of sweat that have formed in the shallow pit at the center of my belly, around my belly button, to reach the button of my jeans. No, there is no need really to keep them on. Lazily, I open the button and pull down the zip. I lift my hips, pulling the jeans down over my hips, down my thighs, and - lifting my feet up in the air - at last free myself completely, pulling first the right, then the left trouser leg over my feet.

Oooof! How exhausting! I stretch out again, my upper body fully bare, my lower body almost entirely naked as well, save for a pair of barely existing, transparent thongs. Hmmmm... the sun feels good, it is caressing my entire body now. Wriggeling a bit, I rearrange my body to get the most of the sun´s caressing rays. My right hand starts wandering again, following the trail from between my breasts, down to my belly button, where it rests. Ok, I let it move down just an inch below that. My entire belly fills with supple, indulgent warmth now. *Sigh* If you´d ask me right now, yes, at that very moment, it´s plain, pure and simple happiness that is spreading from the center all over my body.

Satisfaction. Well, almost. There´s a tiny little urge developing somewhat further down. I hardly notice it at first, then it develops a little more urgency. I choose to ignore it at first, resolved not to give in to the temptation to touch my crotch at the first "ping". But, of course, I can´t help noticing the feeling once it´s made its way into my consciousness. "What do you want?" I ask my crotch. "You bloody well know", it´s responding. "Be peaceful. Just for the moment! Just for a change, will you?" "Why should I?" my increasing desire insists. Good question, indeed! "Well ..." "Well? Well what? Oh, c´mon, just let your hand wander down a little lower. I won´t ask for anything more." "You won´t be asking for anything more? I know you too well, my little greedy monster!" "Promise!" "Don´t make any promises you won´t be able to keep ..." " Ok then ... I won´t," *smirk* "but," my crotch continues, "will you still PLEASE touch me?" I know I won´t have a moment´s peace anyway, so I might as well just give in. "Okok, you´re gonna have it your way, anyway!" And, I can´t help wondering, what´s so bad about it, anyway? So after this short mental dispute, I let my hand wander a little deeper, letting it settle down on my crotch.

Hmmm ... not bad! No, in fact, it feels pretty good! My hand is resting on my thongs now. But ... what´s that? Oh ... with my middle finger I feel one of my lower lips has freed itself from the scant textile of my undies, naughtily peeking out. "Watch out, you´ll get sunburnt if you´re not careful!" I feebly attempt to admonish my meddlesome cunt. "Not if you shield me with your caring fingers," is the sassy reply I get - and I sure wouldn´t expect to get any different reaction. My middle finger starts to play lazily with the stray lip (I can´t very well take the responsibility for having my labia getting seriously sunburnt, can I?)

Admittedly, it feels pretty good to cup my crotch with my hand, and to play with the sassy lip with one finger. In fact, I´m feeling very tempted to let my entire hand slip down my pants to feel some more of this hot and longing skin. I´m not the person to resist for too long (and, again, why should I?), so I just give in to the growing urge. And ... hmmmm again ;) ... it feels allright! Meanwhile, my left hand has taken up the task of treating my breasts to a little round of touching. My nipples respond both to the direct touch, and to the touch further down my body, and start to harden. The feeling of my contracting nipples, in turn, reinforces the sweet pinch of - yes - horniness several inches further down.

The hand on my crotch is no longer just cupping my cunt, it has engaged in stroking a little more vehemently now. I´m not quite certain if the drips I am feeling right now are pearls of sweat caused by the April sun´s heat, or if it is the heat of my body which is causing more of that flow. Either way, it feels extremely good. I can´t help to start moaning a little at this point, and my fantasy starts to flow ... Wish you were here right now ... I´d love to taste your cock ... hmmm ... My imagination is bolting, and I literally taste your salty juices on my tongue. My little hard-on is peeking up, demanding more attention, so I let my hand circle between the hard knob and my lips, spreading the juices (which are by now flowing liberally) all over.

I´m freeing myself now of the remaining bit of textile which is increasingly getting in the way. I want to touch more - both of my hands are roaming in the region of my crotch now, one hand touching from behind, fingering my butts. I spread my legs more apart, my lips fully exposed to the sun, invitingly. One of my fingers is diving in between them, a little deeper, softly fucking, like a miniature cock. "Looks good what you are doing here," a voice is saying. I am flinching. I have been so absorbed with myself, that I hadn´t noticed you approaching. You are standing at the door, looking down at me, all spread out, very horny. I have no idea for how long you have been standing there, but - judging from the bulge that is very visibly forming in your pants, visible even through the jeans you are wearing - it must have been long enough to catch a few glimpses.

"Come here!" I order resolutely. With a grin, you are moving a little closer, taking off your t-shirt in the process. "It´s pretty hot out here," you say with a naughty grin.. "Then why don´t you take your jeans off?" I suggest. "Help me, ok?" I am only too willing to assist you. My hand is stroking over your bulge (god, how I love it! turns me on even more!), but you push it away. "Shhh! You´re only allowed to assist me with taking off my jeans, ok?" I nod, opening the button of your jeans, and very carefully, I unzip your fly. "Go back to what you were doing before you noticed me;" you order , pulling your jeans down in a provocative manner, wriggeling your hips in the process.

The view of your bulge protruding under the soft fabric of your underpants is extremely sexy. And tempting. My fingers are rubbing more intense, my own little knob stinging with desire. Your left hand is disappearing into your undies, and I can see you stroking your dick underneath the light grey fabric. There´s a little drop which is clearly visible. Hmmm ... what a maddening sight! You stroke yourself some more, all the while watching me rubbing myself. Apparently, this turns you on as much as myself, and you develop an urge to remove your remaining piece of clothing.

"Can you pull off my undies, without using your hands?" you ask. "I´ll give it a try," I say, smiling sassily. I get on my knees. "Don´t stop caressing yourself," you demand. I nod and obediently send my hands back down my middle. With some effort, I manage to get hold of your panties waistband with my mouth. Careful not to give some ungentle treatment to your big, excited cock, I clench the waistband between my teeth, managing to pull it both forward and downward. Admittedly, it takes me a while. You are just standing there, watching my efforts, grinning down at me. When I have managed to free your cock, you at last decide to give me a helping hand, pulling your pants down over your butts, and all the way down your legs. You step out of them, still standing, while I am still kneeling before you, feeling very tempted to lick your dicks head which is glistening with drops of precum.

You know my intentions very well. "Uh-uh," you protest, "lie down again." "Just let me taste you a little!" I beg. You shake your head. "On your back again! Pronto!" You know that occasionally I like to play the obedient girl, and I do now, so I lie back down, resuming to stroke my pussy, my clit, my lips, and my anus. You, still standing above me, are watching, while caressing your cock, treating your balls with the other hand. You take your cocks head between your thumb and forefinger, playing with its little mouth, until it drops more vehemntl. You spill a drop on my belly. "Hmmmm ...." I purr, trying to catch it with my finger and licking it off, looking at you expenctantly. "You wanna taste some more?" you ask with a broad smile and a mischieveious glint in your eyes. I nod my head eagerly. "Ok then ..." you say, kneeling down so you are almost sitting on my chest now. You keep caressing your cock, while my hands further down are playing with my pussy with increasing vehemence, my hands now soaking wet from the stream of juices.

Changing between your shaft and head, you are almost milking your cock, your smiling face above me. I try to catch the occasional drop dripping from your cock´s head with my tongue, enjoying the taste every time it happens, getting closer and closer the more you drip. I start to moan softly. "Hey babe, I want you to come," you whisper coarsely. "I want to feel your body trembling beneath mine!" You are working your cock´s head between your forefinger and thumb, harder and harder. You are incredibly hard and incredibly big now, your cock´s head all covered in wetness, red with excitement. With your other hand, you are stroking your shaft. "Oh babe," I whisper, feeling that I am getting very close now, "let me taste you! All of you!" and I eagerly stick out my tongue - I don´t want to miss a single drop, and they are now leaking in an almost constant stream, occasionally hitting my neck, occasionally hitting my breast, and very often cought by my tongue.

I can see you are getting close too now ... hmmmm ... oh yeah ... c´mon, let´s cum ... My fingers rubbing and rubbing, my pussy´s lips all huge and swollen, my clit feeling like a cherry´s stone ... I can feel it NOW! Voraciously, my pussy is grabbing the finger stuck inside it .... my body is shaking, I am rearing like a horse, held down by you, kneeling over my chest ... At that moment, you too start shaking, and your cock erupts, pulsating, squirting violently. You bend forward so I can catch all of you. My tongue has been able to get most of your hot cream, and now you push your cock into my mouth for the final pulsating movements, for the final splash of your juices. I suck it all in, until you feel the desire to pull out of my mouth, and I release you.

You lie down beside me, putting one hand on my still twitching puss, while I cup your cock, shielding it from the sun. "Hmmm ...." you say, nibbling my ear, "don´t you just love the spring?"

Take Two!

It´s a typical Friday night at the Coffee Shop on Union Square, which means the place is packed, and there is not much room at the long, winding bar counter. And it takes ages for our drinks to arrive. You sigh and start rolling a cigarette. "I really need to go outside for a smoke", you say. "Oh, alright, I´ll stay here and take care of our drinks. Should they ever arrive, that is," I reply. You give me your typical, irresistible broad smile and kiss me on the neck. "I´ll make up for this later," you whisper into my ear, sending shivers all over my body and arousing a billion goosebumps. Although the light is pretty dim, you notice. "You´re not cold, are you?" you grin, running a finger over my goosebumped arms, arousing even more of them. I kiss you. "You´d better go outside now, or else ..." You run your hand down my spine, smiling at me, "Or else ... ? I´m really looking forward to see what´s awaiting me!" Throwing me a kiss through the air, you turn and make your way through the crowd towards the door.

Of course, the minute you are gone, our drinks are placed in front of me. I pay and take a sip from both - mine is a a mango margarita, yours a vodka lemon. Good thing you´re not having the margarita, I´m thinking - in the crowded heat of the bar, you´d be finding a watery slush by the time you´d have finished your cigarette. "Do you always need two of everything? For such a tiny person, you certainly seem to be very demanding!" a deep voice next to me is saying. I look up and into the face of a tall guy who has taken the tiny space right next to me at the bar. He is grinning broadly at me. "Oh," I grin back at him, "it´s not that I´m usually a greedy person. Sometimes I just can´t make up my mind!" I look at him innocently. His brown eyes answer my stare, and, still grinning, he replies "That´s fine by me, as long as you can handle it ..." Stretching his hand out to me he continues, "Hi! I am Dan!" Usually, I wouldn´t fall for that kind of insinuating bar small-talk, but he has something very likeable about him. I shake his hand. "I am Linda! Pleased to meet you! To tell the truth, no, I´m not really going to down both of those drinks. I´m actually only the guardian, at least for one of them." "Oh, so the original owner of one of those glasses is just momentarily out of sight?" "Having a cigarette," I nod. A hand touches my shoulder.

"Hey babe!" I turn round to look into your smiling face. "Hey sexy!" I smile back at you. "Jo, I would like you to meet Dan! Dan - this is Jo. The rightful owner of glass number two!" Dan and you shake hands, exchanging the usual "Pleased to meet yous", then you give a sigh in mock desperation. "You know, you just can´t leave this woman alone, not even for a short cigarette." Dan grins back at you in a sign of male solidarity. "I know exactly what you mean. Actually, I was just making sure she´d keep at least some of your drink for you." "Hey!" I protest. "You don´t have to talk about me as if I wasn´t around. At least wait until I´m going to the toilet - bathroom," I correct myself. Curiously, Dan looks at us. "Where are you guys from?" I was wondering when he´d ask. Our accent always gives us away. We explain to him, and soon we´re engaged in a cheerful conversation, about who and what we are, how come we´re all in New York, what we are doing when we´re not whiling away our time in a bar, and so on. Time flies past, and finally it´s my turn to excuse myself. "Sorry guys, I´ll be right back.", I say, heading off to the bathroom at last.

When I´m gone, Dan turns to you.
"I hope you don´t mind me asking, but while you were outside smoking, your lady here hinted that she could always do with two of everything, as long as she can´t make up her mind, anyway. Well, ok, to be honest, we were joking about her having two drinks in front of her. And she was tasting them both. And somehow I got the impression she was being deliberately ... abmiguous."
"Was she?" you grin. "Well, I guess she was being at least half serious ... Did you find that shocking?"
"Well, actually," Dan says, hesitating a little.
"C´mon, don´t be shy!" you encourage him.
"Hell, no, I mean, why not let opportunity in when opportunity knocks?"
Lifting your glass, you say "Just what I´d be saying! Here´s to you! Great to have bumped into you, Dan!"
Dan cheers back at you. "Glad to be spending the evening with you guys, Jo!"
At that point I return from the ladies. Putting one arm around each of you, I say "Glad to see you have been good boys while I was away." One more round of lifting glasses, and our drinks are finished.

Dan takes a look at his watch. "Oh my God, it´s past three in the morning. Actually, I wanted to go to a real cool club in Lower Manhattan. You guys wanna join me? If you´re into dancing to House, that is. If not, you could still have a great time and have a drink. Or two, in Linda´s case." That grin again. Both of you. "Yeah, why not?" we both say at the same time. Dan laughs. "Ok then, looks like it´s a deal then! Let´s go!" "Will we get in?" I ask. "I mean ..." Looking at our outfit - casual Jeans, t-shirt and sweaters - I cannot imagine getting past any door bouncer. Dan takes my face into both hands, pinching my cheeks. "Don´t worry, luv - the door there shouldn´t be a problem for you." adding, with a grin, "at least not as long as you´re with me." Noticing your look, he continues, "On the other hand, it´s not one of those places where they´ll let in any old scumbag. You´ll be fine, and you´ll like it. Believe me."

Since at that time of day (or rather, night) the subway runs so infrequently even in a place like Manhattan (how often have we spent half an hour waiting at that time of day at the Union Square station?), that we decide to take a cab. By sheer coincidence, there is one just outside the Coffee Shop. Politely, Dan opens the cab´s back door on the right, waving me in first, motioning at you to get in next. He walks around the cab and gets in behind the driver, leaving me seated in the middle between the both of you.

Dan gives the driver instructions, and then turns to me. "So, how does it feel cushioned between the two most gorgeous guys the City has to offer at that time of night?" "Hmmm ..." I say, snuggling myself deeper into the seat, taking his right hand into my left, and your left hand into my right. "Actually, I could get used to that." I very much enjoy the feeling of two warm hands holding mine, at times squeezing them softly, at times running a finger through the inside of my palms. It´s a decidedly erotic feeling which sends little shivers up and down my body. Silently, we enjoy the ride. Inconspicuously, I let my hands glide towards your laps, settling them in the middle, rubbing just a little. Neither you nor Dan seem to mind particularly, so I leave my hands where they are, enjoying the feel of two bulges growing out ouf two laps. Hmmm ... The hardness of two dicks prodding against each of my hands. The feeling of the warmth of two bodies next to mine, and obviously, you guys are enjoying this, too, judging by the silence and the looks on your faces. Then you put your right hand on my right thigh, gently running up and down the inside of my leg, up to the middle, and down again. And back up, pressing a little tighter against the seam of my tight fitting jeans. I sigh with delight. Dan notices and starts doing likewise with his left hand, touching the inside of my left leg, letting his hand glide up from my knee, your two hands touching in the middle, both rubbing and pressing against my lips through way too much textile. I breathe deeply, wishing this cab ride would go on forever, but - sadly - at this time of the night, there is hardly any traffic, and after what is far too soon for my taste, the cab stops, forcing me to let go of your hands (and laps), and forcing you to withdraw your hands from my voluptuous middle.

Dan, all gentleman, helps me out of the cab (not that I really need it, but, admittedly, at times I do enjoy getting treated like a lady), inadvertently touching my butts, before he goes round the cab to open the door at your side. I take the opportunity to pay the driver, against Dan´s protests. "Shhh ... there´s no point in trying to stop her", you say, grinning at him, "don´t even try. Ever."

And here we are - it´s the Cielo. Dan gets us past the door easily. I´m not quite sure if we would have made it past the bouncer on our own - our clothing is perhaps a tad too casual; but then we were only going to go out for a round of plain and simple drinking tonight. Yes, we´ve been curious to go to this place for a while. It just sounded like it would be the right place for us: Great music, a decent dancefloor, and an unpretentious atmosphere. "Great choice!" you nod to Dan. You´re even more pleased to discover that the music du jour is Paul Oakenfold! We take a seat at the bar, going through the long list of drinks. "How about ´Sex on the Bar´?" you ask me with a mischieveous grin, while letting your finger glide down my spine, all the way down my lower back, and deeper, until it disappears beneath the waistband of my pants. I feel it gliding down my butts, easily re-arousing my horniness. I bite your neck. "Actually, I think I´d prefer some more ´Sex in the Cab´", I say. "But in the meantime, I´ll go for something with not too much alcohol." "So - may I choose for you?" Dan asks, one of his hands firmly holding and squeezing one of my butts. Unbelievably, I find myself in the middle between you guys again. He turns to the barkeeper, and soon three glasses are placed before us. "Hmm, smells tempting," you say, "what is it?" Dan lifts his glass, we do likewise, taking a careful sip at first. A taste of mango with a slight taste of lime. "This," Dan explains, "is a Mango Mojito. A little sake, lime, mango of course, and whatever they´re using for syrup. Lime, I suppose. Not too much alcohol. I assume you guys wanna stay fit for whatever else the night has in store for us ...?" he grins, looking almost as horny as I am feeling. You cheer to him. "Great choice. Again!" "Ok guys," I say, taking you both by the hands, "let´s get serious here!" Without the both of you protesting too much, I drag you off to the dance floor.

Getting carried away by the music, the rhythm and the motion of our bodies moving to the sound of Paul Oakenfold, the more than latent horniness that has been there all along, slumbering perhaps a little in between, but never dozing off completely, slowly reawakens, like a lazy bear after hibernation. No doubt, there is always a more than slightly erotic streak to dancing. And the occasional, almost coincidental touch between the three of us only serves to remind us of the sensual tension, to keep it awake, to not let it fade.

But finally, you put your arms around Dan and myself, moving us from the center of the dance floor. "Guys, what do you think of some coffee - or perhaps breakfast?" "Actually, I could do with a coffee, and maybe a bite!" I agree. Dan nods. "I think it must be almost cleaning hour, anyway, so they´re bound to kick us out." "You probably know a place where they serve a decent breakfast at this time of day, no?" you ask Dan with your broad, charming grin: Dan grins back at you, with equal charm. "Yeah, actually, it´s on the other side of Brooklyn Bridge, and it´s called ´Chez Dan´. If you guys wanna join me ...?" The both of you are taking me in the middle again, your arms wrapped around my waist, my arms intertwined into yours, the arms of both of you touching.

We take the subway this time. After a short walk, we reach the Broadway-Nassau Street station. We don´t have to wait for long until the C train arrives. It´s only one stop to High Street (but still a decently long ride, all the way beneath the East River - enough for some more indecent touching), and from there a little walk. Dan lives in one of those amazing lofts just off Brooklyn Bridge. Watching the sun rise over Brooklyn, dipping Manhattan in red light is simply awesome. Holding hands, we reach the Dumbo complex with its stunning view towards Brooklyn Bridge. We take the elevator, all the way up to the top floor. Dan unlocks the door. "Come on in. Welcome at Dan´s - best place for an early Saturday morning breakfast," he grins. "Make yourselves comfortable."

You and I are magically drawn towards the large window facing Brooklyn Bridge, the sun now coloring Manhattan golden, with its warm morning light reflecting on the high rise buildings. What an amazing view! I wrap my arms around your waist, you draw me close, and we kiss. Immediately, the sweet tingling sensation of sexual desire brings itself to the foreground. And as we kiss and our hips move towards each other, I can feel your middle growing harder. Suddenly, I feel another bulge, prodding into my backside, as Dan is biting and kissing my neck. Together, you are removing my t-shirt, still kissing me, you from the front, while Dan is nibbling my neck, biting gently now, then simply kissing, working his way down towards my waistline. "What do you think about helping us to get rid of some of our clothes?" he whispers into my ear, his face resurfacing from my hips. "Great idea", I consent and start with you, pulling your t-shirt over your head. Then I turn towards Dan, who touches my breasts hidden under a lacy bra, while I unbutton his shirt. You are kissing my neck now, opening the bra´s fastening, letting it glide over my arms, removing it much to the relief of my small tits.

Our bare tops are touching now, and the sensation of feeling your warm, excited body on my back, while feeling Dan´s warmth and arousal on my front is making me hot. My nipples are hardening and I can feel my panties getting wet. We just stand there, rubbing our bodies against each other, my hands running up and down Dan´s belly and back, him pressing tightly against me, his hands rubbing my breasts, my belly, and occasionally searching a little deper; you firmly pressing against my back, your hands gently running up and down my spine. I try to caress you both, one arm pointing backwards, searching for the skin of your hot belly, the other hand caressing Dan. I enjoy the feeling of two hard cocks pressing against my body. By now, I think it is about time to remove some more textiles. Facing him, I begin with Dan. Carefully, I unbutton his pants. My fingers can not help touching his huge erect dick. As I pull his pants down, my face brushes along his hard shaft. I feel so horny I can hardly bear it. But before I continue, I turn round again, to free you of your pants which have become far too tight during the last ten minutes or so. Again, very careful, I open the buttons of your pants, firmly letting my fingers glide over your hard dick. On the fabric of your underpants, I can see the hot drops that are leaking out of your horny dick´s head. I feel tempted to lick them off, so I remove your undies. As my lips are moving towards your cock, you pull me up. "No, I want you to start with kissing Dan," you whisper hornily. Although the temptation is almost too much to bear, I turn round obediently, to remove Dan´s underpants.

His cock is as excited as yours, its head covered in hot, salty pearls. I kneel down and begin with kissing the inside of his thighs, making his dick dance with excitement and anticipation. Dan pulls me up again. "Wait - there is a rule at Dan´s: No one should be wearing more clothes in this loft than the other." "Good rule, actually," you grin, and together, you are freeing me of my jeans and thong. Me, protest? No way!

After the both of you have re-established equality of clothing (or rather, equality of lack thereof), I resume where I left off, turning to the inside of Dan´s thighs. You are rubbing your dick with your hands, pressing it against me. Obviously, it turns you on to watch me giving Dan a good lick. And I am so horny, I am almost ready to beg you to fuck me, but I know that I´ll have to restrain myself for a little longer. My lips are moving on to Dan´s balls now. He is running his fingers through my hair, at times almost pulling it. Careful not to use my teeth, my lips are pulling at his balls, gently. He moans softly, so I assume it feels good. I can feel your wet head prodding against my thighs and my buttocks, and I wriggle my backside invitingly, making both of my holes more easily accessible for you, should you feel the desire to move into me, but you are still holding yourself back, tantalizing me.

My tongue moves further up, gliding across Dan´s shaft, while I am working his balls with one hand now, gently caressing and pulling them in turns. He moans, and I can hear you sigh behind me. "C´mon, babe, take him into your mouth," you coax. "I want to see Dan´s excitement grow." I stop licking to look up at Dan. "Please don´t stop, hun," Dan moans, taking my head into his hands and pressing it firmly against his lap. My tongue is teasing his head, licking off his precum which is flowing with increasing vehemence. You watch while my tongue pulls away, spinning a thread with his horny juices between my mouth and his dick. I take a deep breath and then I close my lips around him, rubbing only his head, teasing him until he almost shouts "Please take all of me into your mouth!" He his trying to push my head deeper, but I resist. I want to continue teasing, as you continue teasing me, letting your hard, horny cock touch my thighs and my lips without allowing yourself to enter me.

You wrap your hands around my waist from behind, bringing yourself up even closer. The feel of your wet head turns me on so incredibly. I am totally open for you, my horny juices mixing with yours, dripping down my thighs. Dan is shivering. His eyes closed, his face twisted in what looks like a mixture between lust and agony, he whispers, "Please! Take me in completely! Take as much of me in as you can!" Your cock teasing my pussy, you demand "Yeah, babe, suck him. Now!" But I am still in the mood of tantalizing you both, to the point where you´re ever so close. I can feel your dick twitching as it is touching my lips, only half entering before pulling out again, doing the same to me I am doing to Dan. With one hand, you are caressing my clit, rubbing in small circles from my lips to the center and back. But you won´t let me have your cock - not as long as I don´t take Dan in completely. I am still allowing Dan´s cock to enter my mouth just up to his head, just up to the point where his shaft begins - no further, in and out. Of course, this permanent stimulation of the most sensitive part of his dick triggers a more and more intense flow of horny pearls. I want you to be able to see them for a little longer, so I continue, despite the throbbing longing to finally feel you deep inside me, despite your increasingly demanding prods, despite Dan vigorously holding - no, pushing my head down. Oh yes, I want to take him in, I want to suck him fiercely, and I want to feel you finally penetrating me completely.

The temptation is getting too much, so I give in at last. Finally, I let Dan fuck into my mouth, taking his cock in almost entirely, while, much to my relief, your movements echo his, between my other pair of lips. The three of us are moaning now in a choir of passionate lust. I feel that Dan is holding back (which takes some effort, since I am sucking him as hard as I can without suffocating), and judging by how carefully you are moving inside me (like balancing on raw eggs), you are also trying to extend this game. The moment I feel Dan´s cock starting to pulse and the flow of his juices intensifying even more, he pulls out of my mouth. His dick´s head is covered in precum, and the first drops of cum are showing as well. "I´d like to switch places with you, Jo! I want to watch Linda sucking you while I am moving inside her." You slap me on my butts, pulling out of me with a little effort. When you have slid out, I feel Dan´s hard cock entering eagerly, his hands now caressing my clit, my lips, and all parts of my pussy he can possibly reach.

Watching Dan fucking me turns you on even more, and I am not sure for how much longer your shivering dick will last. Quickly, I lick my way up from your balls, across your shaft, to your dripping head. I rub your cock´s head between my lips a few times, in and out, in and out, and then take all of you in. The moment I start fucking you with my mouth, Dan starts to move deeper and faster inside me. We are following the same rhythm, it feels incredibly good to have one hot, hard, dripping dick in my mouth, the other one inside my pussy. Dan moans. "Oh yeah ... it looks good what you´re doing to him! And you´re feeling so incredib"ly good! Oh ... babe ...." "Mmmmm ...." is all I can say, with your huge, oozing cock inside my mouth. You begin to moan softly, making me fuck your dick faster, and I try to suck you harder. And harder. I won´t be able to hold back much longer, not with you two guys so close to exploding. I move up my pelvis to rub more of my pussy´s exterior against Dan, who - making it even harder to persist - has started to caress my butthole with one of his fingers. "Oh yeah," he mutters, "give it to him!" The hornier I get, the harder I suck. Then I feel it coming - I´m not sure which one of us is starting this chain reaction, but we erupt, like three volcanoes that are somehow connected. I feel your cock twitching and pulsating, heavy flows of sperm effervescing into and then dripping out of my mouth. Dan is exploding inside me as well, his juices being drawn deep inside my pussy, his dick being milked by my pulsating cunt. It feels like we just carry on coming, not being able to stop.

When our eruptions are finally abating, we´re untangling the union of our bodies, not without some effort, to lie down. I am in the middle again, lying on my back, both of you on your sides, turned towards me and towards each other, all three of us touching. When I catch my breath after several minutes, I break the silence. "OK, what about breakfast?" the urgency of my demand underlined by the growling of my stomach.