Bedroom Closet

Sat­ur­day begins here… but don’t for­get about Fri­day night…

“Simon, this is Julia.”

Simon was his nor­mal charm­ing self, mak­ing Julia at ease, not being overtly sex­ual but flirt­ing just enough. As the three of us spoke Julia and I con­tin­ued to be close, our hands held each other, hair was brushed out of our faces, touches lin­gered on backs and thighs. To any one observ­ing it might have appeared that she and I were the cou­ple, and that Simon was being inter­viewed to go home with us. The three of us got along amaz­ingly, we felt like friends, but friends that were also very attracted to each other. We talked about every­thing, and we made it around to sex over time. Julia had been with men and women, but had avoided threesome’s to a cer­tain degree because of the men. Most cou­ples she met had men that just wanted a tro­phy, just wanted to fuck two women at once not car­ing about those women get­ting to enjoy them­selves too. Simon just shook his head and laughed. “Thats not the case with all men Julia…”

I decided that I wanted her, and I wanted her then. I grabbed her hand and asked her to come with me to the ladies room. We gog­gled like girls, kissed Simon on the cheek and saun­tered off. I glanced over my shoul­der to see Simon smile. He knew what was on my mind. Luck­ily the club was trendy enough to have fan­tas­tic pri­vate restrooms. I pulled Julia inside with me as we con­tin­ued to giggle.

The two of us laughed, drinks and nerves mak­ing it eas­ier, and we moved closer and closer, laugh­ing into each oth­ers necks, rest­ing our heads on each oth­ers chests, hug­ging and smil­ing, slowly calm­ing down until we are still, just look­ing at each other. There was no first, we moved together exactly and our lips met. A soft sweet kiss that grew. First lips brush­ing, then mouths open­ing, until our tongues are work­ing and it would be impos­si­ble for us to be closer together. This sweet kiss turned flir­ta­tion to lust in an instant and I find myself sit­ting on the sink with my head thrust back as Julia’s lips work their way across my chest. She untied the top of my dress and feigned a pout when she found my bra. I smiled as she pinched my nip­ples through the lace and kissed her way across the top of my breast. The knock at the door star­tled us and we laughed again as we told the knocker just a minute.

I told Julia I wanted her to come home with us, that Simon would be involved as only a watcher if she liked, she could con­trol how much he par­tic­i­pated. I told her that he liked to watch me with other women, that I get jeal­ous any­way. I pulled up her skirt and slipped two fin­gers inside her. She was very wet and moaned as my fin­gers worked for a moment. “I’ll come home with you, but don’t get too jeal­ous if I want a bit of Simon too…” she said before kiss­ing me as pas­sion­ately as before. Her kiss con­tin­ued as I kept on fin­ger­ing her wet pussy, until another knock on the door had us straight­en­ing clothes and walk­ing back to the bar, hand in hand.

“I thought you two had left with­out me” he said with a grin, pulling me to stand between his legs as he sat. I could feel his cock through his pants. I couldn’t wait to get more of it. I pulled Julia close to me so that the three of us were pressed together. “Julia said she’d come home with us…but only if I shared nicely…” Julia smiled at Simon, “I said you MIGHT have to share, it’s Simon that is going to have to give you up to me for certain.”

Simon’s phone rang and he glanced down at it. “Cab is here..are you ladies ready to go?”

Julia and I looked at each other and I brought the two fin­gers that had been in her pussy to my mouth. “Oh yes, we are ready” she said…

Keep the story going in Part 3 here.

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