"The Seduction"
The Special Dinner Party
Part 1
It had been a very lovely dinner – until she kissed me at the finish.
On the footpath, just before Adrienne got into the taxi, she pushed her luscious mass into mine, giggled for a following deep in her throat, and then kissed my lips fervently. Her sweet wet tongue darted into my backtalk and explored. After the opening shock, I kissed her back, illustration her to me, reaction her nipples testing under her silk shirt and unconvincing bra. All I knew at that take notes was the atmosphere of Adrienne’s quiet body in my arms, and the smart of my resistance pressing into her easy body. In the center of downtown Washington DC, with cars whizzing by and inhabit hurrying on their line of attack around us, we kissed each other in the confidential bubble of the flash.
Except for the information that her long-time boyfriend was permanent right next to us, scrutiny us with a smirk on his look. “Are you ready, George?”
“I was equipped to leave,” he replied with a smirk. “But you seem to be equipped for something else.”
“No, I … not now. We do have to go. But,” she paused while being paid into the taxicab, looking back at me with her thousand-watt grin, “We’ll see you in a month, Alex?”
“I’ll be counting the moments,” I murmured as the minicab zoomed away.
As I walked left, I thought about our dinner, as well as the capable end to it. I had enjoyed the feast very much. The restaurant was exceptional, and we had a desk in the curve of an buoyant patio where we still had some privacy. As our discussion ranged from politics, to journalism, to light flirting, I bare that Adrienne was an amazing woman with a well-read, yet deliciously perverted, mind and a rapacious body. Her guy, George, was urbane, sophisticated, but just as inventive in his needs. Both were extremely successful in their fields, each with a PhD, gourmand, hedonistic, and unattractive fun.
At one central theme, Adrienne looked at me over her schooner of champagne, her eyes brightly mischievous, and said, “I miracle how it would be to have three PhDs in bed together – do you weigh up we can ascertain something new? These two were citizens who I would have found charming company, both intellectually and socially, in other circumstances. Add to the verity that we were indifferently discussing joining each other in patch …
But nothing happened that sundown beyond the flirting and the risqué exchange. Nothing, that is, except for that kiss that missing me limp-kneed and powerfully, all at the same period! She teasingly called it “boy speech" – and enjoyed it as a voyeur, listening into the campaign that we made for her pleasures, and letting her own anticipation shape over the weeks. In the emails, George in effect offered her to me, to have and to ravish, dig the night did us part. George wrote to me that he would attend to her read our emails at the computer, her pink tongue darting out between her lips, her hands safely between her legs – and thanked me for the terrific sex that they were already having! Should she be naked and behind you for me, or clothed? Should she be only in her lingerie? If so, what paint — tarty crimson, mysterious black, or virginal colorless? Should she cut her pussy for me, so that it was peachy dim and smooth for my licks and caresses? Should she put on a show of disrobing for me? He also wrote to me what she liked done to her – and what she would want to do to me ... I had brought champagne, and we drank the chilled bubbles, she beside me, he in a control the discussion facing us. Our conversation was relaxed, but I could discern her heat beside me.
Just once, I lifted her wrist and placed a soft kiss on the classified of her wrist with my champagne-chilled lips. Adrienne hummed in appreciation, and George chuckled. “She’s burning for you, Alex,” he said.
“Yes, I am, Alex … very scorching,” she whispered, “And hot for you, too, baby.” She stood up at went over to George and planted a easy kiss on his lips. I was aroused – and amazed, at how comfortable they were in their love for each other, and in expressing their desires. She was sporting sexy business clothing – silk chemise, short formal skirt, stockings, and heels. The silk was draping sensuously over her bra-less, firm breasts, and even in the relative heat of the summer day, her nipples were evident and tricky against the quiet, shiny material. Her legs were lovely below the skirt – protracted, perfectly shaped, without a glitch turned in the heels. Her blonde facial hair shone in the diffused light in the extent, and her indefinable scent drifted its line of attack into my nostrils.
“Now, Alex – would you similar to take off my clothes?”
I didn't dissipate too much schedule in admiring from a space. I closed the hole between us until I could deem the heat from her, and then gently pulled her to me, hunch the hard nubbins of her nipples poking me though our shirts. She moaned full of meaning in her throat as she irrevocably felt my bulk all along hers – a near to the ground growl that excited me. With one supply still softly rubdown her ass, my other employee went down along her piling, and slowly lifted her skirt so that her gorgeous ass was exposed – to George, surveillance, and to me, in the mirror behind. Her stretched, white ass was barely bisected by the lacy strap of her thong failing between her cheeks, and the curves went down to her stocking tops in a fatty, smooth expanse. She parted her legs reluctantly, to allow larger access – but I sought after to wait. Finally, still with my hands there, I grazed her lips with mine, and nibbled at her full lower lip. She moaned my name and threw her arms around me, grinding herself into me. His eyes were thriving with lust, and his hands were at his knee, playing with an noticeable bulge there.
He smiled receptively at me, and thought, "Take her skirt off, Alex. She stood, timid a bit, before the two sets of sympathetic male eyes. On her own agreement, her hands reached for the buttons of her shirt.
"Wait," I held sharply.
She stopped up. Seeing him contact, I bent down, my hands still securely on her behind, and at a snail's pace kissed my manner down from her lips, to her open neck, to her right breast – through the silk shirt. Wetting the items, teasing her nipple through the wet and lush fabric.
She arched and shuddered as she felt the management of her two lovers at her breasts – a pale head and a gloomy one, tending to her in two very related yet different conduct.
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