Flirting With Destiny(3)
Back at my apartment, the three of us got the party started as soon as we came in the door. The girls flung their purses aside as if this routine was old hat, ready to get down to business. They immediately found my music system and pumped the atmosphere with a deep bass dance beat driven by a pounding rhythm. I went to my kitchen junk drawer and pulled out a small square mirror I used to cut cocaine and set it on the bar that opened into the living area. I cut and lined the rest of the white powder and announced, “Girls, it’s snowing in the kitchen. Help yourself.”
I poured a Scotch on the rocks for myself and pulled a bottle of champagne from the fridge for my two, now dancing dates. After they’d done their lines, I did mine, then watched them return to their sensual dancing, the effects of the drug skyrocketing my perceptions of their lovely bodies. I had to get some of that.
“Here you go, ladies.” I stepped between their writhing bodies and handed them each a drink. It was more of a strategic move on my part than politeness. I wanted to get in the middle of this pair of double D’s and it worked. True to form, the two of them danced their bodies into mine until they were pressed against me, front and back.
Lisa, the blonde, was in front of me and Raquel, a dark brunette with a smooth Latina, olive complexion, was in the back. I slipped my arm around the waist of Lisa, pulling her in, grinding my rising cock into her hips.
“You look delicious,” Lisa said as she shoved her hand through my dark hair. When she pulled it away, it was left tousled and out of place. Holding their drinks in the air, both girls used their free hand and worked together to pull my suit jacket off my shoulders. It was flung to the side, landing half on my black leather couch and half on the polished cement floor.
I felt Raquel’s hands wrapping around me, grazing up and down my thighs from behind. She had set her drink on the glass-top coffee table and was now running her hands up my legs, squeezing my balls through my dress pants. I always wore a dark casual suit—no tie—when I went out clubbing.
The touch of her hand sent a jolt of hot pleasure through my cock, all the way to my toes and back. I pulled Lisa closer and sucked those plump cherry lips into my mouth, pulling hard on the lower one before breaking apart. She tasted good, a mixture of candy and champagne. I grabbed a handful of tits and squeezed. As if on cue, Raquel rubbed her breasts against my back. I ran my hands down Lisa’s torso and around to grab two handfuls of perky tight ass. The dresses the girls wore were sexy as hell, leaving little to the imagination, but I craved skin. Those dresses needed to go. As much as I enjoyed the titillation of hiding the best parts, I wanted to run my tongue over every inch of those two and taste my caramel and white chocolate desserts. One glance at the cement flooring of my living room and I knew I didn’t want to taste them here. With everything I had in mind, the poor girls would end up with bruises the next day if we took this party to the floor. I considered the couch—too small. The modern design of my furniture didn’t really lend itself to a three-way.
“Bedroom, girls. Now.”
Raquel’s hands circle around a second time and she unbuckled my belt and opened the button on my pants. She had already managed to unbutton my shirt while rubbing against me from behind. So far, between the car and now, she was proving to be a very talented girl. I couldn’t wait to see what other tricks she had in store.
She ran her flat palms up my stomach to my chest. Good thing I worked out yesterday. First, I was going to need the endurance of an Olympian to keep up with these two and secondly, and most importantly, this scenario with two hot girls fighting for the attention of my cock, wouldn’t have even happened years ago.
Back then, my stomach was more like a mushy bag of French fry grease than a six-pack. Ever since I had left my small town to seek fame and fortune in the big city of Chicago, my life—and body—had changed enormously. Raquel continued running her hands over my abs and then shoved one into my opened pants, all the way down, to release my straining cock.
Fuck, yea. The touch of her hand on my dick felt out of this world.
“Ooo, no underwear.” Raquel purred.
“Always ready for action.” I replied and grabbed her hand by the wrist.
“I saw, in the car. Let me suck it for you, baby.”
“Bedroom.” I took Lisa’s hand and pulled the two of them, giggling down the hall to the master bedroom. Raquel broke away to grab her drink and I scooped up my Scotch as I passed the bar that opened into the kitchen. Halfway down the hall, Raquel darted back to the living room one more time to retrieve her small purse. Hmm… wonder what she has in store for that?