Turning Corners
Corinne's whole body was flushed. The satin teddy and silk stockings under her business blazer just made it worse. She had been anticipating this evening for some days now. She just hadn't been able to get it out of her head.
As she walked to Leslie’s home in the city, the warm air made her think of standing naked on a remote hilltop, her hands on a rock, him entering from behind. It was just this sort of thought that kept her wet all the time.
At the same time, like minds often do, hers drifted into her idea of what Leslie had in store. Leslie was a friend from college. They had been roommates briefly in the dorms. Even then Leslie had fucked a lot. But Corinne had trusted Leslie even then to be very careful about partners. While it was pre-HIV, Leslie was never stupid enough to court pregnancy or VD. Then it was a simple matter of condoms - always fun but boring after a spell. Now Leslie had a strict policy of medical proof before engaging in anything. This applied even to an old friend and Corinne's current obsession with the situation began then, at the doctors office.
Her mind wandered in the boring waiting room. She had wondered what it would be like to be fully naked and have a nurse lick and suck her nipples right there in the bright lights...
"Man, this walk is too long." she muttered.
She had made love to Leslie once before and had been assured tonight would be as gentle and erotic as the first. The only difference was there would be two other people. Leslie never specified male or female and that was the source of Corinne's excitement and reservation. But, Corinne also trusted Leslie's taste in sexual adventure and Corinne was just plain tired of being done by her husband in his sort of sleepy passive way. Leslie had teased Corinne about that for years and Corinne finally had had enough and challenged Leslie to show her something better.
So here she was. She found herself at the townhouse and walked up the stairs. She hesitated, but as she reached for the bell her jacket brushed her nipple again and that was all it took. Leslie invited Corinne in and gave her a friendly hug and a peck on the cheek.
"You look lovely. I've always admired that outfit. Are you still OK with this?" Leslie’s voice was warm and comforting. Corinne felt right at home ... and free.
"Very."
"Please come in then and relax. Can I get you some sparkling cider?"
"Please."
Corinne followed Leslie into the living room. The lighting was low and candles adorned the corners. There were pillows, large and small, soft and firm all over the floor. Conrine set herself on the long, deep, down filled couch and watched Leslie reappear.
She was positively radiant. Leslie had a gentle lilt to her walk that allowed the long string of pearls around her neck to move in a sinuey fashion. She was wearing a long midthigh teddy with an deep boat neck collar that reached almost to her navel. Her handsome cleavage was very evident and lifted the fabric off her stomach. As Leslie navigated the living room, Corinne couldn't help thinking about inserting her hand and gently squeezing Leslie’s breast.
As Leslie approached, Corinne stood up to take the glass and did just that. They both sighed. Leslie wet her lips, then Corinne’s and they kissed each other deep an long. As they separated they kissed again, full lips, short but passionate.
"I've wanted to do that to you since the day I met you Corinne Albania." Corinne took a drink to wet her parched throat and said, "It was never like that in college."
"I've aged well. Now, I want you to take off your jacket and your shoes and take a seat. Are you warm enough?"
"Yes." As Corinne unbuttoned her jacket, Leslie threaded her hands under the lapels and pushed the jacket over Corinne's shoulders, caressing them and her arms as she did so. Leslie admired Corinnes small breasts and erect nipples and gently lifted one to her lips and kissed it through the teddy. Corinnes knees rocked a bit and she pulled Leslie’s head to her. As Leslie sank to her knees, she kept a firm hand on Corinnes back and pressed her head into Corinnes torso. When she undid the catch and lowered Corinnes skirt, Leslie nuzzled her crotch, and gently kissed it. She then stood up but before she pushed Corinne to the couch, Corinne kissed her again.
"What I have for you tonight is a play. Sharon and Jim have agreed to demonstrate for you what real passion looks like. They've been in the shower together already and have excited each other by washing and sucking the other. They have consented to any amount of questions touching or other engagement. Are you ready?"
As Leslie was describing these events, Corinne's body again flushed. She resisted the urge to touch herself or Leslie. Instead she just nodded.
"Come on in guys."
Sharon entered the room in a long dress. Jim followed behind in lightweight muslin tunic and sweats. The clothing disguised their bodies forms but definitely appeared comfortable. Slow blues filled the air and when Sharon and Jim arrived at the center of the room over the pillows, they both said their hellos then kissed each other lightly. They embraced and began to dance to the music.
Sharon was running her hands over Jims back and butt. She also held his head as they passionately kissed. Their bodies rubbed and Corinne studied Jim for signs of life. Sharon pulled his sweats off revealing thin silk boxers. Corinne could see his erect penis push against the fabric as Sharon rubbed his thigh with her crotch. Jim too was running his hands over her, bunching the dress fabric in his hands to rub over her exposed buns. Corinne squirmed a bit as she played voyeur. If Corrine had left now she would have had plenty of new thing for her bedroom. But she wasn't about to leave. Her whole body tingled too much. As she stretched she felt her lingerie stimulate her all over again.
As the dance continued, Jim exposed a breast and pinched the nipple while kneading. Sharon held on to his butt for stability . He then took a glass of egg nog and poured some over her breast. He immediately licked as Sharon brought her hand up to help contain the dribble. When he was done, she pulled off his tunic and took the dress off her shoulders. They both laid down on the pillows and he poured more on her. She rubbed it over both breasts, across her stomach and under her dress to her crotch. Jim followed her hands with his tongue as best he could, but ultimately took his time exploring her ridges and valleys, the undersides of her breasts and kept a close watch on her nipples.
Corrine was startled to find her own moist hands replaced by Leslie’s. Corrine stretched under her touch and continued to watch. Jim had made his way to Sharon's crotch and was busy Licking and finger fucking. He had used a little egg no for lubricant, but Corrine could see that was no longer necessary. Sharon ran her hands through his head then to her crotch, up to her stomach, to her breasts, her nipples, neck ears, hair and back again. Corrine found herself matching Sharon's undulations as Leslie continued her work. Corrine drifted into a euphoric state and let her hands do the same traveling. As she rolled to orgasm, she heard Sharon's muffled sighs and squirms.
Jim traveled to Sharon's mouth to kiss her. Sharon eagerly took to his tongue and lips. He offered his fingers and she devoured them, obviously hungry to taste herself. Corrine combed Leslie's hair as they snuggled. Jim had meanwhile rolled over. Sharon's body glistened in the candlelight as she stood up and dropped her dress to the floor. She then produced a collection of thick soft nylon rope.
She tied Jims hands off to the couch opposite Corrine and Leslie. She then removed his trunks and tied his legs off so Corrine had a direct view of his balls. Sharon ran her hands all over his stomach, pelvis and inner thighs. She then rubbed his balls and slowly advanced up his shaft. She stopped shy of his head and began to stroke him back and forth. He tensed under this and moaned softly. Corrine had never had the courage to do this. Sharon then licked his shaft and head, leaving a shiny trail of saliva. She then took his head into her mouth, and began to bob.
Corrine couldn't stand her own curiosity. "How do you do that?"
"Come here and I'll show you" Sharon offered.
Corrine knelt down and rubbed his stomach and pubic hair. She then reached for his red knob.
"Be careful with the head. It is terribly sensitive, especially after he comes. What you want is here." Sharon put Corinne's hand on his glans. It was warm and suprisingly soft. "Now stroke him firmly." She tugged down and he moaned. Corrine was delighted with this power. She continued and so did he. Sharon kept an eye out while stroking his thigh and pelvis. He then began to tense. "Okay stop." Corrine did so and he relaxed a bit. It was obvious he wanted more control over the situation. Corrine fought the urge to just ride him. Yes, slowly let down on that cock, letting it warm its way to her center and ride...
"Would you like it in your mouth?" Jim and Corrine both said yes simultaneously and everybody laughed. Sharon coached her to hold it upright and be careful not to touch the head with her teeth. Corinne moistened her lips and felt the knob pass by them. She then put her tongue on his glans and began to move it back and forth.
"Let him fuck you a bit. Let a little more in. It's okay." Corrine struggled to keep her mouth open enough and suddenly began to enjoy the musk and the movement.
"Keep lots of spit on it and get creative with your tongue." Corrine began to move in rhythm with his thrusts and got more excited as Sharon ran her fingers through Corinne's hair.
"If you don't want the come, stop when he tenses." Corrine was getting lost in the heat and suddenly stopped before she lost it altogether. She wasn't ready for the jism just yet. Sharon smiled and kissed her. She then straddled Jim and began rubbing her cunt over his cock. They kissed as Sharon began her ascent.
Leslie came from behind and hugged Corrine, mashing her breasts into Corinne's back. Corrine responded by smiling and reaching behind and stroking Leslie’s hair. There was a hand slowly making its way under her breasts, around her nipples, then between her cleavage and lazily down her stomach. By the time it reached her thigh, Corinne was very wet. The hand traced circles ever so lightly on her inner thigh, occasionally brushing her clit. The hand played with her curls.