Diner Girl

„Care to explain?“ Kate looked at me, half amused, half curious.
“Well, as far as I know Gillian would enjoy a hot ride with John.”
“Now that is interesting,” Kate mused. “I always thought she is more of the shy kind.”
I shrugged. “May she is also a healthy woman with a hot cunt?”

I sat myself on the sofa and mused about the latest events. What the hell was going on? I was fucking a strange man and was musing about the wetness of an equally strange woman. It never occurred to me that having sex leads to having horny thoughts, which leads to wanting more sex and ultimately getting it (good as I hoped). And I had a good reason to hope so. Or what does it mean Kate and John wanting to take real goof care of me?

On the terrace the woman who had enjoyed getting her boobs massaged seemed to return the favour. She was doing a blowjob to the man with the pleasurable hands. She was on her knees, her blouse still open and circling her tongue around his bell-end. I realized that I wasn’t the only one watching this arousing show.
Suddenly Kate jumped up from the couch and walked over to the busy couple. What did she want to do? Join the woman in her tongue action? I watched Kate walking behind the woman and kneeling down to her. She lifted her skirt up and exposed her rear end, which was decorated with a plain black G-string. She then pulled up the string slightly to apply a slight stimulus to the woman’s cunt. The woman in return started seriously sucking the man’s dick, who moaned in pleasure.

“Who are the both?” I asked John.
“Marla and James,” he replied. “I do not know him very well, but her.” From the corner of my eye I saw him smirking.
“I have a guess,” I murmured while watching the three.

Now Kate rubbed Marla’s pussy through the fabric of the little slip. Marla rewarded this by lifting her ass more to give Kate better access. Fascinated I watched Kate’s hand working between Marla’s thighs. I could virtually feel how Marla’s pussy begged for more intense action. Or was it my pussy? However.

“Marla is married,” I heard John saying. I lifted an eyebrow. He grinned. “But not with this guy.”
“Tell me more,” I said without turning my gaze away from the joyful encounter on the terrace.
“Well, it was on Marla’s birthday party. Kate and I where invited. Beforehand Kate had told me how she had fingered Marla several times in her bathroom, while Marla’s husband was in the living room. You can imagine how much delight Kate took from it. To fuck someone’s girl right under his nose, so to speak. I wondered what kind of woman this Marla was.
In the course of this evening I went into the garden to enjoy the night and smoke a cigar. Suddenly Marla was behind me. She said that the cigar looked sexy in my mouth but would look even sexier in her mouth. I was really unsure what exactly was going on.”

“Oh come on.” I rolled my eyes and laughed.

“Seriously. I mean, I’m open to all sorts of fun, right. But I have principles. I would never seduce a married woman.”

“Let me guess. The outcome of your night encounter was, that she seduced you, which is not violating your principles.”
John smiled happily and nodded. “She had never plant to smoke my cigar. She pulled up her skirt. Not surprisingly, she was wearing no slip. Then she touched her lips with the end of the cigar that was seconds before touching my mouth. I mean, hey. I’m just a man.
I took the cigar out of her hand and continued the job with my fingers, while she was opening my trousers and freeing my already hard dick. She told me to go to a bench. I was sitting down there and without hesitation she came on my lap, letting my dick slipping into her cunt. She was incredibly lubricated. I really was amazed.
What I did not knew up to this point was, that this was all part of a plan. Kate had promised her that she would get fucked well this night. While Marla and I where supposed to have fun, she would distract her husband Jerome.”
“So this Jerome is not satisfying his wife?” I guessed.
“Obviously not.” John laughed.

By now Kate was rubbing Marla’s cunt hard. For some perverse reason she seemed not willing to penetrate Marla. Well that was her, Kate.
James watched the both women to his feet with joy. Suddenly he took his dick out of her mouth and shot his cream on her bare breasts, holding his shaft. Kate looked satisfied. Marla rose up; a little ashamed I would say. Kate, of course was not ashamed at all. Instead she took a handkerchief out of the pocket of her trousers and cleaned Marla. She missed not to give Marla’s voluptuous boobs a last massage before letting her go.

“I bet she would have liked you to penetrate her,” I remarked as Kate came back to the couch.
She grinned evilly. “Unlike others she is a big girl. She can clearly express her needs, which makes it more probable that they get fulfilled.””
“So you think I can’t express my need?” I was a bit confused.
“Well, I think you’re a bit shy and are a little afraid to express your wishes, but it is okay.” With these words she reached out and opened my blouse and pulled down my bra to expose my breasts. The she started massaging them. First very gentile, then a bit more rough and demanding, always paying attention to stimulate my by now erected nipples with her palm. I gasped.
“See you’re horny. You need it, but you wait for others to approach you. When you’re that hot you should act a little more aggressive and demanding. Unless, of course you have some masochistic traits and want to get tortured by your own lust and unfulfilled needs.”
I looked down at me, on my exposed breasts and my short skirt. “Maybe you’re right.”
Kate smiled knowingly. “Well, the evening is not over yet and fortunately here are some people, who are more than willing to approach you.”

“You’re right.” I tried to grin, but couldn’t. I strange feeling crept over me. My arousal had levelled off, but was still present. I watched at Kate with a feeling of longing. I felt as if she had something that I needed very much. Sex of course, but that was not all. She looked at me with a smile.
“Everything alright? You look a little confused now.”
“I think I am,” I whispered.
She look softly, even compassionate now. “How so?”
“Dunno.”
I decided I could need a break. I left the living room and went into her bathroom. The tube looked like a safe place to rest. I climbed into it. What the hell was going on here? Was was going on with me? I covered my breast and stretched out, as much as it was possible in this rather small, old bathtub.