Waiting For Late Night

By Meursault6

The story that follows was written by Meursault6, who read my stories "Film At Eleven," and took up my suggestion to write something in response. His email address is Meursault6@aol.com, and he would like to get feedback from you. It really turns me on to know that my fantasies strike such a responsive chord in other people. If you would like to write something about your dreams of you and me, I'd love it. I would love to enlarge on this "With Sue" series of stories.

NOTE: This story is, of course, for adults only-so don't read it if you don't think you can be mature about it. Reading and writing these stories should be acts of fantasy, and I hope that you can keep your notions of real and fantasy life separate in your mind. I know I can. If you would like to let me know what you think, or if you have a follow-up fantasy (which is something that I REALLY like), you can reach me at SueNH@AOL.com... but I can't promise to return your emails... I do have some other things to do in my real life!

Waiting For Late Night (sequel to Sue's Film at Eleven)

by Meursault6@aol.com

It was one of those awkward moments. The intensity of the orgasm left my mind blank, spent. My whole body was weak as I lay on the ottoman, afraid that I might just flow of it into a puddle on the heart pine floor. I open my eyes and see Nina's back, lightly tan, and the twin orbs of her paler buttocks, mechanically, automatically, rising and falling over my softening cock. An automaton in cold physical reaction to the orgasm so warmly reached before. While I am spent.

There is Sue. Sue who filmed this, who took this coitus to another level. She is putting down the handcorder on the table, still walking on with her bent knees. The crotch of her white leotard has bunched between the lips of her vagina, and her wetness has stained through to darken the fabric of her clothing. She is a fine looking women, her blonde hair cascading down her back, her long legs muscular and tanned. She told Nina and me earlier of her trip to the Caribbean, and the sensuousness of the beach and the sun. I'm so spent that I cannot speak.

My cock softens so that the head drops out of the grasp of Nina's labia and thuds against my stomach. It is oiled with our fluids, gleaming in the light of the fire that burns next to us. Nina's rhythmic motion is so subtle now I can only discern it from the contractions of her shoulders, I cannot detect the small rise and fall of her body. She still straddles me, and beneath the cleft of her buttocks I can see the stringy droplets resulting from our friction spilling from her and sticking to the dewy hair on my upper thighs. Her right hand reaches behind her, between her parted thighs, and I feel Nina's fingers curl around my limp prick. I can feel their tips adhere to the goo that mists my member, and the tightness of the bond when she pulls her hand away.

Nina unstraddles from over my torso, swinging her leg over me and the ottoman. I can see her thighs gleam from our spill. She walks over to the chair were the towel lies spread, our pubic hair scattered and stuck to the threads by the shaving lubricant we used earlier. From her silhouette projected on the wall I watch as Nina wipes herself clean. I look around the shadowy room with the flicking flames casting a varied depth of light, but cannot see Sue. Nina leaves, after finding the towel was soiled, to wash herself. I lie naked on my back and close my eyes.

I remember.

I can feel the walls of Nina's vagina engulf me, slipping over my erection like a soft suede glove flexes and grips my fingers. And the way her the muscles of her vagina rippled over the length of cock once it was fully embedded in her. At that moment I was lost, clenching and unclenching my scrotum and feeling the vibrations pulse along my length. My eyes closed. Nina pulsing my cock. I don't know where I was, somewhere in the agony before the ecstasy. Another universe. And then I felt the alien touch, the cool finger pushing up the underside of my cock, toward the head. Nina's lips parted to let the tip into the intimate union we shared. Where two there was three. Nina's cunt massaged me, the finger massaged us, the nail at its end scratching against the underside of my cock head, its tear muted by the wetness of Nina's secretions. It was so weird. I just lay there, trying to control my eruption. Then Nina spasmodically rose and dropped hard onto my prick; I knew she was coming. The finger pressed against my cock with Nina's rhythm, and I opened my eyes, looked at Sue's face hovering above Nina's thigh, Sue's eyes intent as she massaged me and Nina, Nina hovering above my mushroom head, and I came.

Somehow Sue was the keystone to that moment.

I am back now. Reliving that orgasm, each sensation is some catharsis to reenter the real world. My brain is here. The room is dark, and only red embers glow from the fire place. The wood is damp and the room smoky, it reminds me of the wet Appalachian apple orchards of the harvest times of my youth. Naked I throw some more logs on the coals and stoke the fire. The little light from the fireplace emits a gauzy reflection off the window panes, but I see a white ghost beyond them on the screen porch. The flames behind me warm my back and backside, but my chest feels cold. I can feel the damp coldness wash over from the lake and through the open door.

Sue does not turn when I come out to the porch, but stares at the ice dark lake water, or perhaps the fast-moving cumulus clouds that are the silver lining of a starry sky. For the first time I hear the wind whistling. I watch as my hands grasp the upper arms of Sue. She does not flinch, she knows I am there. I want to press my body against her back, but for some reason I know there should be a space there. Sue has witnessed. The intimacy between us. Sue has shared it, but not been an integrated actor in our play. Sue has been there with Nina and me, but in a cameo role. I can understand the indignant flexing of her back, and the way her shoulders melt into my palms. I ask Sue if she would like to come back inside, now that the fire is roaring. It is cold out here.

We sit beside one another, separated by a duenna's palm width of propriety, she in her gleaming leotard while I am naked. I watch as the light from the burning logs flicker over her face. There are almost-freckles on her cheeks that almost glow as the tongues of flame lick outward in the fireplace. I can feel Sue's flush rise from the warmth of the blaze before us. I long to feel the heat rise from her flesh, but feel it is inappropriate. We stare at the depth of the fire, apart, together.

Nina comes into the room. She bears a tray with a bottle of wine and three glasses and sets it down on the table in front of the overstuffed couch catty corner to the Ottoman where I sit beside Sue. Nina is wearing a silk wrap around gown that barely reaches to the top of her thighs and that is translucent in the roar of the fire. Nina's light brown hair drops over this fine material and seems to be organic, pulsing in the light of the flames. She tells me to clean myself, and I realize that our outpourings have gelled on my lower body. I leave, as instructed and wash my genitals in the sink of white tiled bathroom. The warm water from the faucet flows over my nether parts, the bar of soap cleaning with its bubbling lather. In the bedroom I find a pair of grey cotton drawstring pants and a black T- shirt and put these on.

Five minutes have passed when I return to the room. From the top of the varnished stairs I can see the fire has ebbed, and that Nina and Sue sit close together on the couch. Their bodies are white, but the luminescence of Nina's gown glares over the whiteness of Sue's body suit. Their arms and heads are dull shadows, Sue's blonde head a nightlight, Nina's light brown hair a texture in the penumbra. I walk down the stairs behind the couch. For a moment I think that Sue is crying. Her head is almost buried into the crotch of Nina's armpit, and Nina is caressing Sue's back. My bare feet let me move silently across the hardwood floor and I catch Nina's glance and its message.

Slowly Nina's caresses pull the straps of Sue's leotard off her shoulders. I place my hands on Sue's neck, my fingers dwelling over its nape, tracing over the shape of the vertebrae. I help push the straps down Sue's upper arms and palm the corner of each shoulder with each hand, as I held her earlier on the porch. Again I want to press my body against her back. Nina nuzzles Sue's cheek and neck. I watch as Nina slowly works the top of Sue's leotard down. I can see from my vantage point, behind the couch, the warm swells of her breasts emerge to the light. Sue's nipples are distended, almost like grub worms, in their erectness. I long to pinch them, or at least cup her breasts like I do her shoulders, but instead I watch as Nina's nose and mouth trace a line of kisses and pressure to the cleavage between Sue's breasts.

For a moment I am entranced. I know Sue is older than us, but I admire the tendons that stretch from the outer underside of her breasts. She is so in shape. This slight bow to gravity only enhances her beauty, a mote that makes her perfect. I feel drawn to her, so I kneel on the floor. I press my face under her hair and kiss the space against her neck that Nina just recently vacated. I can feel Sue's breath expelling downwards on to my face, with its aromas of Shiraz, apple and Nina. I close my eyes and bury my face behind Sue's left ear, drowning in the sea of her silky hair. Blinded, my left hand explores on its own. I sense it tracing down Sue's forearm and can see in my mind's eye it forays over Sue's speckled tanned skin. Instinctively I know that Nina has moved on. As I kiss Sue's hair line behind her ear, my hand bridges that gap between her ulna and ribs and my fingers feel the crease where her left breast meets her chest. My fingers reach upwards over the spherical incline until I feel her knotty nipple between the cleft of my middle and index finger. I squeeze my digits, clasping her breast and pinching Sue's nipple warmly, not tightly.

To check on Nina I remove my face from the nest of Sue's hair. Nina is almost kneeling on the couch. Sue's leotard has been pulled down to below her waist and rests tightly over her tips. My right hand slips from Sue's shoulder to mirror imaged my left. It holds her breast, and I gently pinch my fingers together and fell the nubbins of her nipples enveloped in the soft web of flesh between my longest fingers. My mouth finds hers, and we kiss. Sue's eyes close when our lips entwine, but I look down and watch as Nina's tongue swirls around and into Sue's navel. I can see Nina pulling down the bunched leotard with her left hand, trying to bring it over Sue's jutting pelvis, while her Nina's right hand strokes the tops of Sue's thighs. Almost imperceptibly Sue's legs begin to widen. I kiss Sue stronger, and think I see the damp spot over the crotch of her leotard expand

Nina lifts her head from Sue's stomach and kneels on the floor. Swiftly she lifts Sue's legs over her head and lays them on lengthwise on the couch. This movement breaks my kiss with Sue, whose head falls onto the seat of the sofa. I kneel in a vacuum behind the couch. Nina pulls at the leotard bunched at Sue's waist, and I watch as Sue lifts her hips so as to allow Nina to fully undress her. I watch as the white clothing is stripped down Sue's legs and hoops through the final hurdle of her ankles. I look up the parallel legs to where they meet* on a juncture of a thinly haired, blonde mons. I think back to earlier in the evening when Nina and I shaved our pubic hair before the lens of the camera held by Sue. This pulls my attention to my groin, and the semi-stiffness pressing against the fabric of my loose pants. Nina rests her head on the tops of Sue's thighs, and I watch as Nina's tongues searches through the curly tendrils of Sue's sparse thatch. Sue's legs widen, almost reluctantly, and Nina's tongue slides over the pebble-like clitoris and darts between Sue's outer labia. My fingers touch Sue's temples, and trace downwards over the outline over her cheekbone to her chin. She turns her face so that her mouth can entrap my right index finger to the second knuckle and sucks its length hard.

I escape Sue's mouth. My fingers trace over the sharp outline of Sue's collar bone, and down the ridge between her breasts. Her skin is soft but somehow my fingertips can feel the dimple of every pore. My hands are instinctively drawn to and dance over the mounds of Sue's breasts. I lean over the back of the couch and grasp a nipple in my mouth. I let my teeth clench it while my tongue washes it with my saliva. I pull my face away, still gripping the erect flesh, almost trying to strip it of its skin, and then give the same attention to its twin. My tongue then plies its trades around the swollen aureoles at the base of each nipple. I can feel my hard on trying to escape through the waistband of my casual pants.

Nina is engulfing. When I look down, I can see Nina's reddening cheeks. Nina's whole mouth is locked around the opening of your vagina and encompasses the base of your mons. She is sucking like she sucked my cock earlier, drawing the blood to Sue's tissue surface and sucking Sue's aroused. While I can't see it I know that as she sucks Nina's tongue is working. I imagine it stroking the crevasses of Sue's labia, darting over Sue's clitoris. I watch Sue's stomach convulse, knowing what Nina is doing with her tongue.

As Sue relaxes Nina release her kiss, and looks to me. I stand and step out of my pants. I walk to the front of the couch after moving the coffee table to give us some more room. I kneel next to Nina, who is kissing and suckling the area between Sue's navel and slit, and kiss Sue. She is shaking, and it is hard for our lips to press together, but I feel her hand run up my thigh, gently touch my balls, and then ring her thumb and index finger around the base of my cock. I feel the orbit follow my length, stopping beneath the base of the head. Sue's digits massage my foreskin, attempting to pull it over the stretching head of my prick. I can feel Sue pull me toward her. Nina moves aside to let be by and I crawl on the couch. All this time Sue's fingers are locked around me. As I lower myself, Sue guides the head of my cock against the folds of her labia.

I enter a heated grotto. The walls of her vagina grip me but allow me to slide easily into her. This is not like the tight familiar confines of Nina. It is warm, it is welcoming. Very slowly I begin to thrust in and out. I enjoy every fold of Sue's flesh rippling over my length. Sue's upper thighs grip my hips, and then slowly move up my body, clenching my waist, then the lower reaches of my ribcage. I keep my thrusting slow, but then withdraw to swing her legs over my shoulders, enter her again and feel the backs of her knees clenching my shoulders. I will not speed up this slow deliberate rhythm, though I sense Sue wants to push harder and faster.

Nina has lifted Sue's head and now sits on the couch, cradling Sue's head in her hairless crotch. Nina' robe has opened, and I can see the erectness of her pink nipples. I look at Nina's face as she watches me fuck Sue. Nina is almost disinterested as she stares at me. Automatically she wipes sweat from Sue's brow and her head nods slightly with each thrust of my cock into Sue. I can taste the smell emanating from Sue, from every pore, but I'm locked in my stare with Nina. Nina shakes her head and I withdraw my cock from Sue. I lean back against the arm of the couch and watch as Sue maneuvers over me. She sits in my lap. I can feel her middle finger against the underside of my cock as she directs its length into her. The soft folds of her labia engulf my cock head as Sue lowers her body onto mine. The finger pressing against my prick enters with me and Sue cups my balls with the palm of her hand. Sue lifts and drops in a slow rhythm that matches the slothful pace I took earlier. Sue's eyes are closed, and I feel her pubic bone crush against my own, and she gyrates her hips over my placid pelvis. I can feel Sue's vagina gripping and ungripping me, not as tightly as Nina can, but in an erstwhile imitation. Our breasts press together, sweaty from out exertions. Sue's elongated nipples rubbed against my own.

Nina's hands intervene. She is behind Sue, and cups Sue breasts. At first I thought it was to aid our sensuality, but Nina tries to pull Sue's back down the couch. Sue does this, pulling my cock down to an obtuse angle that makes it hard to fuck her. Nina tries to aim her hairless crotch onto Sue's face, but I can see this makes Sue uncomfortable. I take Nina's hand as I slide down the couch so that I now lie on my back, away from resting on the sofa's armrest. Sue grabs my cock and straddles me, looming over me. Soon she begins to rise and fall over the length of my cock. Her slippery cunt almost loses grip at the apex of her rhythm, but the strong downward force of her body holds me in place. Sue has quickened her pace. Nina sits on the arm of the couch and slowly lower her hips. I reach out to touch her with my tongue. I can see her dew condensing on the inner opening between her labia. Nina is aroused, so I see, from the swelling and darkening of her labia. She lowers her crotch on my face, so that my nose pushes against the tight orchid of her anus and my mouth and tongue dwell over her cunt. I work my lips and tongue on her, tasting every drop that emanates. Sue is working my cock, ever faster. I feel her cup my balls and squeeze them, while her other hand holds the base of shaft with two fingers and a thumb and rubs it in a beat totally different from the hips that pound around me. I feel like I have two cocks, fucking or be fucked at different paces. And they are both about to come.

Nina leans forward and kisses Sue. One of Nina's hands caresses the point of union between me and Sue, fingers forming a ring above Sue's and matching Sue's crazy hand jive; another finger strokes Sue's clitoris in that same rhythm. Nina's other hand floats over Sue's breast, massaging them, Soon I feel one of Sue's hands passing through the hairless crotch above my face, and my tongue laps the index finger that finds it way into my mouth. I can feel Sue's urgency as she pounds me. Nina starts to rub herself across my face. My left hand joins Nina's rubbing the outer reaches of Sue crotch. Nina is gushing into my mouth. I think my pelvis will shatter from Sue's pounding. I fell my prick being sucked by Sue's orgasm, and as it is released momentarily my welling come gushes into her. Sue rises again gripping, almost sucking, and thrusts down again as another spurt escapes me. Nina is literally grinding into my face.

I think this heaven, but there are always awkward moments after you enter. (*inspired by the now-dead, former Italian Prime Minister, Aldo Moro's description that "the Christian Democrats and the Communist parties pursue parallel courses that will eventually meet").