Bedroom Closet

The story that fol­lows is fan­tasy. My ver­sion of a meet­ing between S___ an I , and a fel­low blog writer.

L___ was arriv­ing in the after­noon, I had wanted to pick her up, but we decided meet­ing later in the evening would be bet­ter, to give her time to get com­fort­able in the hotel, take a nap, do those things you do before meet­ing friends.
I was at a slow boil all day. L___ and I had been tex­ting and send­ing each other pic­tures since she arrived in town. We were used to this, some peo­ples friend­ships are based around com­fort and sup­port, ours was on the fact that we looked for­ward to touch­ing each other. Like lit­tle licks and kisses these mes­sages were. A shower sil­hou­ette here, a shot of a garter belt there, glimpses of parts of each other we would be explor­ing fully later that night. S___ did his part in keep­ing me at a sim­mer all day as well. As we tried to go about our day, he would whis­per in my ear all of the things he was going to do, and wanted to see us do with each other, brush his hands against me, lick my ear, and smile, telling me that I had to wait.
L___ had picked out a meet­ing place, not quite the type that we would nor­mally fre­quent but the music was good that night and they had whiskey, some­what secluded booths and a small dance floor.
We arrived early, I wanted to pick the per­fect spot, and I wanted to see how L___ walked into a room. Cor­ner booth, high backs, gauzy drapes cre­at­ing a lot more pri­vacy than you need for din­ner, it was per­fect. S___ and I ordered our drinks and waited, my hand on his leg, his climb­ing up my skirt, before I know it we are kiss­ing deeply, I am crawl­ing into his lap, whis­per­ing to him, beg­ging him to fuck me right now at this table. We are inter­rupted by a small cough and a full smile. L___ had snuck up on us, drink in hand. We laughed and invited her to have a seat. S___ on my right and L___ on my left.
Small talk began, I am quite dif­fer­ent from L____ but we man­age to find sim­i­lar­i­ties, we make excuses to touch, tast­ing each oth­ers drinks, her try­ing to con­vince me that JW Red is bet­ter than Jame­son. Music becomes louder, talk more dif­fi­cult, a pause and I kiss her. I lean over and gen­tly take her mouth in mine, sweetly at first, as L___’s body responds and lens into mine our tongues slip past lips and we are kiss­ing just as S___ and I were when she arrived.
First move being made we laugh. S___ has just enjoyed watch­ing so I lean over and do the same to him, feel­ing his cock through his jeans as I kiss him deeper. L___ looks to me and says we should dance, I look to S___ who tells me the same, that he wants to watch.
L___ and I go out to the floor, mak­ing sure we are still close enough for S___ to see, we dance. Closer and closer, hands mov­ing, breasts touch­ing, skin heat­ing up. We are doing what every one else on the dance floor is doing, com­ing as close to fuck­ing right there on the floor as we can. Our dance seems less fran­tic though, less needy, more pas­sion­ate. At this point S___, L___, and I know where the evening will go, so this dance is purely an appe­tizer, where for oth­ers it might be the meal. Soon we are approached by a cou­ple of men, intrigued as men often are by two women so obvi­ously sex­u­ally attracted to each other. L___ dances with one a bit, teas­ing him then toss­ing him aside return­ing to me. I am danc­ing close with the other, L___ behind me, press­ing me against him. He says he wants to take us home and fuck us, he is bold. Sounds good, I tell him, but I men­tion that S___ would be join­ing us as well. A glim­mer in his eye tells me he wants too but his rejected friend sweeps him away. “Just the three of us tonight then”, Liz says laugh­ing. I kiss her again and tell her that the three of us will be plenty for now.

We go back to the table where S___ sits smil­ing, L___ slides her hand up my skirt as S___ leans to kiss me and stroke her breast. He sug­gests one more drink and then head­ing out. I think this is a fan­tas­tic plan. I tell L___ I have a sur­prise for her, she gives me a ques­tion­ing look, as does S___, he isn’t aware of any­thing. I give L___ a small box, a lit­tle big­ger than a bracelet box, but smaller than a tie box. She opens it slowly, curi­ously, and finds a stud­ded black leather col­lar, nicely lined, with a D-ring right in front. “It matches mine” I say. She smiles. I look to S___, who gets imme­di­ately harder in my hand, smiles and kisses me again.

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