The Adventures of the Peeking Tattoos
"Exactly what are the dreams you have about me?"
"I can't tell you that! They're completely inappropriate."
"As I might have guessed, but you mentioned it first and I'm calling your bluff. Tell me exactly what they are."
"Okay. But don't blow up at me or tank our friendship over it! You asked. Here goes.
"A simple kiss, just to feel the softness and responsiveness of your lips. A massage, in lots of oil with enough "under the towel" work to have you orgasm repeatedly. A full blown tryst where you take complete command of my cock to satisfy any whim you have (I only ask that I can massage your boobs and kiss you to my hearts content.) Better, come and seduce my wife. Dress her to your tastes and let her take command of you while I feverishly try to figure out how I might fit in. By the way, did you ever acquire a strap-on in your bisexual adventures? Finally an orgy of every girlfriend you can bring to the room. Or maybe it's a girls night out, prom-night-theme orgy in the back of a limo. And of course fucking you just seems like a kind of heaven to me. By the way what is a snuggle puddle and is it better to watch or be in it? You know, just simple innocent stuff like that."
There was a protracted pause in the e-mail exchange. I hung around for a couple of hours, but I had to go. Though I had masturbated twice, (count it, twice!) during the exchange, I was spent and had to do, you know, real world stuff.
I tried not to think the worst. I had taken the initial risk because Nina had begun to adjust her policy towards me over time. When she was single, she and I had admitted our hots for each other. Our friendship had been strong all along, but this was one of those moments in life where it's sometimes hard to know when you're in the friendship for the possible fun, or because loyalty is everything. I knew our relationship would survive my explicitness and knew it would change the relationship. I just didn't know how.
So I waited.
Three days later I returned to my e-mail to find, "You sure make it hard for a girl to be faithful to her husband, even though we don't exactly share the same definition of "faithful" as everyone else. Still. I'm trying over here. Cut it out!"
"Uhm. You asked."
"Yeah. Okay. But you started it!"
"I think it's been going on long before I said anything."
"Okay, okay, okay. I gotta think about this a bit."
"I've waited this long ... "
~ * ~
Two weeks later we found ourselves in the usual situation of plotting world domination after a gathering of friends had disbursed. It was still fairly early and we were alone to plot our devious schemes - as we had done on numerous occasions. Neither her husband, nor my wife were regular attendees of these gatherings, so we reveled in being able to talk openly about our stuff. It was great and had precipitated the open conversations about our mutual attractions.
But tonight was different. It was "post revelation."
"So, once again I've blown it and told you all my secrets without knowing yours. That's just not fair." She giggled at my observation and decided to quid pro.
"Fine. Though, technically I don't owe you anything! In fact you have to acknowledge I don't owe you!"
"Hmm ... and what do I get for going this extra mile?" I inquired.
"Nothing, you perv! You get my secrets and that's the deal." We giggled more.
"Well this sucks! Why should I do that?"
"Cause I play better poker than you do."
She was right. It wasn't fair, and I really wanted to hear her real responses to my gushing e-mail. But I had a wee bit more self control than that.
"Suit yourself. So, how's your Mom?"
"You fucker! You can't change the subject!" She balled her fist and punched me in the shoulder.
"Hey! You changed the deal, so I can change the subject. Besides, I'm betting you want to tell me as bad as I want to hear it. She happy in her new job?"
"Fine. Two pair .... " she murmured in mock frustration.
"What?"
"Never mind. So, where to begin?" This was going to be interesting. Here we were, in her car, in a well lit parking lot, with her knowing the whole vision in my head thing and she about to spill the beans.
"Wait. Stop." I said suddenly.
"What?"
"Can't do it here, like this."
"What? You wind me up then stop me? You aren't nice ... Just what do you have in mind smart guy?"
"An adventure. When do you have to be home?" I asked matter of factly.
"Hmm. I don't know if I should tell you!"
"I love it when you resist ..."
"He's not home till 2 am, so we've got a few hours. You?"
"She's on travel. I've got the next three days."
"So you want to go back to your place?" She raised her eybrows at me.
"God, no." I replied emphatically, "I have a better idea." I made a call. She waited patiently. I hung up the phone and said, "Drive."
~ * ~
I kept checking her out as she drove, hoping her coat would suddenly become able to reveal her nipple status. But no. This is the world where real physics works, not Tim-sics. So during the relatively short drive we passed the time catching up on her mom.
The night was crisp enough for the jackets but warm enough for the windows to be down with the heater on a bit. I revelled in the fresh taste of the air. I knew the night sky was waiting for us too, so I relaxed and smiled inside. The subdivision I directed her to could not have been more different than the brightly lit parking lot we came from. After driving through a heavily wooded subdivision the treeline broke as we crusied the edge of a manmade lake. The subdivision was sparsly lit by the occasional streelight and the warm glow of house lights sprinkled about the drive leaving the moon and stars to light our way in clear night. I turned away from her to soak in the vista.
After several long turns we came to the glowing sculpture so familiar to me. "Slow down, we're going to turn just after this mail box." She slowed passing the sculpture. It couldn't be helped. It was landmark of the neighborhood, a sinuous, low lying modernist masterpiece softly lit from inside. As we pulled up the gravel drive of the surprisingly secluded lot in the middle of suburbia as we rounded to get a full view of the warm, contemporary house on the lake. "Fuck." Nina mumbled under her breath. I could not help but smile broadly in the evening light.
She parked and we jostled out of the car. After the ride, the initial quiet of the place seemed completely slilent. Then I began to hear the soft sounds of water and forest. We strolled towards the house. The soft crunch of pea gravel gave way to more sure footing on stepping stones. The gentle evening breeze rustled the connifers gently and carried the fragrances of the lake and pine. We alighted the elevated wooden walkway leading to the lake. It ran along the house so your view held the lake framed in trees and shrubs to one side and the elegent, low slung house to the other. As we approached the full glass door I took her hand in mine, knowing that doing so was the final test of her willingness to go there. She took it eagerly. It was going to be a one of a kind night.
* ~
I pressed my full palm gently on the flat, smooth, gently curved stainless handle to one side of the door. A melodic tone tickled our ears. A few moments later, a bespeckled older woman with sexy eyes and bare feet approached the door from within. She wore a shimmering, light blue, thigh length silk robe. Her reddish hair was carelessly arranged on her head. Her eyes were playful beneath the extraordinarily sexy frames. Her cheeks were rosy and her smile generous. It wasn't really clear what she was wearing beneath the robe, but whatever it was, between it and the robe they showed off her wonderous curves. She was casually waving a television remote in one hand and smiled instantly as she opened the door.
"Tim! My sweet boy! Do come in. Your timing is perfect as always! Come in, come in! It's a bit cold for me!" She swept her hand to the inside and smoothly closed the door. I turned to greet her and she hugged me fully and generously. We kissed out of habit. She turned to greet Nina. With her mouth open she put her hand to her neckline, looked over her glasses up and down Nina's frame , chewed on her lip and exclaimed, "Oh my! Well hello! So Tim, is this the fair Nina I've heard so much about?"
"Hi Bea. Yeah, this is Nina. Nina, Bea."
"Hmm. She's every bit as beautiful as you said! Welcome my dear! If you are a friend of Tim's you are always welcome here." She gave Nina a big welcoming hug that would have embarrased just about anyone I knew - except my wife and of course Bea. It was not what you would call a "proper" hug. A little too lusty and a little too long but Nina seemed quite alright with it.
"The Room is available if you want it Tim. Or as usual, you're free to join us in the TV room."
Nina's jaw was just wide open as she recovered from blushing at Bea's comments. There was something else too, but I couldn't read it.
"We'll take The Room for right now."
Bea tilted her head and smiled. "Suit yourself, there's a hot one on tonight."
"Oh, so tempting ..." was my reply. Plenty of time for that later.
Nina and I made our way to "The Room." It was really the enclosed back porch with large expanses of window overlooking the lake. There were no other houses visible from where we were and the sky was filled with stars. I left the lights off so we could take in the view.
We sat down in the soft fluffy couch and I finally got that pesky coat off her. I caught a glimpse of her full breasts under her sweater, still no nipple. This time it was the sweaters fault. Damn. But all good things come ...
"So your plan is to fuck me here?" Nina mocked.
"Well I had not been that presumptuous. We just spend all our time in that damned parking lot and I thought it would be good to go someplace where things could take their course if that's what we both felt should happen."
"So the answer's 'Yes'."
"Of course it's yes. If you want to fuck, then here's the place." My cock wined at me in the only way it could, stiffening enough to make me rearrange myself on the couch.
"Hmm. Okay. So who's Bea and is she watching?"
"Long story short, my second lover and ongoing cheerleader for my sexual life. I'm lucky enough to have someone with experience to help me through life's little issues. And she might be watching. I try not to think about it - or to really think about it a lot. She's discreet, so anything happening here is safe and she only attends if invited. It's not her style to crash."
"Holy shit. She's gorgeous, but must be 20 years older than you! What teenage fantasy of yours did she fulfill?"
"19 years to be precise, and she seduced me and my girlfriend one night and the rest is the long story. Later she seduced Stacy and she and her husband have been generous friends and lovers to us both for many, many years." I leaned back on the couch and stretched.
"Now it's your turn to get talking even though I changed the deal again. You don't owe me, but I sure am out on a limb here."
"You suck at poker. You keep giving all your cards away."
"Yeah, well, this ain't poker." I gave her an expectant look and smiled.
~ * ~
She kicked off her shoes, and got comfortable on the couch, tucking one leg under and leaning forward a bit. She studied the shoreline and the sky for a moment then finally turned her gaze to me. She looked in my eyes for what seemed an eternity. She took my hands in hers and leaned forward, intently gazing at me. She giggled twice before settling down to speak.
"I've been practicing."
"Well you fucked up by telling me, didn't you!" We both erupted in laughter, breaking the tension.
"Shut up! Here goes." She smiled again and regained her composure.
"Lick your shaft from your balls to the tip and lick and suck you till you're completely soaked. Then slip you in me slowly. Then I want yo to stay there as long as you'll last - which I fantasize is about an hour." This time it was my turn to have my jaw drop. Though she'd bolder things before, this took on special significance. Freddy knocked at my jeans again. "Patience, Grasshopper." I told myself. It was hard to do though. I couldn't help but be overwhelmed. I wanted to touch her - well that's an understatement. But I knew it would be over as soon as I did. I tingled in anticipation.
"Everything you said you wanted to do to me is exactly what I have had in mind with a couple of variations. I want to be taken. I want you to rush me and eat me like a man who hasn't eaten in weeks. Speaking of eating, an orgy with lots of oils and food involved - a wet and messy party.
"I'd love to see you give John a hand job, maybe even suck his cock - I hope that doesn't freak you out.
And a snuggle puddle is definitely better to be in than to watch. Oh, and your wife? Delicious! I have a whole litany of pleasures in mind for her! I would fuck her all night long - I might even let you watch if you really wanted to. You just have to tell me how to seduce her."
Just to make us botha little more nuts, I froze. I didn't respond at all. I held it in for as long as I possibly could. I intended to make her wet and insane without even touching her. A Bea trick actually. Thanks Bea.
"So, they they are. My cards."
I just gaped at her.
"Hello? I called you. Have I beat you?" She waved her head abck and forth smiling, cajoling me.
I was at the end of a short runway with engines running hard. It had to be now or never. I reached out, caressed her cheek, then back under her ear, then my fingers into her hair and pulled her as slowly and as strongly as I could to my waiting lips. She opened her mouth along the way and I took her waiting tongue into my mouth and sucked on it.
I advanced upon her body all at once, leaning her back so I could press my weight to her. I let my cock find a rubbing place on her body and finally got a little relief.
After several minutes of deep kissing and rubbing by both of us, she stopped. "I want to show you something," she whispered. I backed off, admiring her restraint against my fulfilling her exact fantasy.
Her sweater came off to reveal a button down white shirt open at the collar. This one did allow her nipples to say "Hello!" And boy did they. I was about to reach out and she gently stopped me.
"For someone who wants to be taken, you sure are resistant."
"Shut up! It'll be worth it." She slowly, tortuously coaxed each button from its keep. She stood and pulled the tail from her pants and the shirt fell open. The shirt, her torso and white bra all glowed in the night light. And dancing between her breasts, obscured slightly by her bra was a tattoo of a brunette pinup goddess in blue bustier, stockings and pumps, on her knees, looking over her shoulder in the classic pinup tease. I was blown away.
I love pinups. There's such an alluring combination of innocence and class. My fantasy about pinups was always a delicious invitation to private heaven. And apparently it was Nina's too.
"This is Betty. This is actually taken from a picture of a friend of my Mom's who's been a friend to me as well for a very long time. She was my first.
"And she's got a tattoo too. I've never pointed it out, not least of all to John, but look on her butt."
"I need light." I turned on the light, breaking the spell al little bit, but not really. I focused on the image between her breasts.
"Here." She released the clasp in back and magically lost the bra without losing the shirt - always a fun trick. I looked under "Betty's" midnight blue bustier and sure enough there was a heart and a name: Tim. You would never see it unless you were invited to lick Betty's ass.
This was too much. A dozen thoughts came tubmling into my mind at once. My libido whisked them all out the door in a single move. I licked Betty top to bottom and then ravaged Nina, caressing her breasts firmly while I lunged at her mouth. "Oh my God, I love touching you." I said. I took her head in both hands, kissed her deeply and pressed my body to hers again.
She went after my clothes and in about two seconds flat, we were both naked - except for her shirt. I just liked it.
I licked her breasts and sucked on her nipples feverishly. I made my way down to her waiting pussy and began lapping like a kitten. She was indeed soaked. I barely had to lube her to get a finger in. She gasped. I drenched my fingers with saliva and slowly brought two into her g-spot. She whimpered that magnificent wimpier. I kept my tongue and thumb at her clit, lapping delicately, firmly and steadily. 12-20 minutes was the plan. I'd waited all this time, I was going to wait at least that long to make her explode.
Which she did. After exploding into my mouth, she pulled me up to her and held me. Then she began to sob.
Uh oh.
"Nina?"
"I'm fine, it's okay. You just released something really primitive and wonderful. I've waited so long for you to kiss me, and you bring me to this amazing place. Thank you so much."
"Of course. Did you ever doubt how much I care for you?"
"God no. I just could not have imagined it this strong."
We laid naked, paused, holding each other. Freddy deflated a bit, but I didn't worry. Between Nina and Betty, I was sure there would be no letting him or me down.
"Tell me about your first time with Betty."
As she progressed through the story, my cock had stiffened again as she and I both fondled and stroked it. Halfway into her story, I had entered her with one of the hardest cocks I had had in a long time. We were still laying on the couch together, her back to me, so I had plenty of access to her pussy and breasts. I fondled both liberally.
Her story ended and I kissed her again while I thrust into her. I stopped myself before coming - difficult I have to say, but I had more plans. I asked her if she'd like to to snuggle with Bea and Henry, her husband. She totally agreed and we went to look for Bea and her partner.
As we went down the hall, Betty made another appearance, this time across the top of Nina's butt, peaking out from under the tail of Nina's shirt. This was one of Betty in a much more revealing pose. Still in stockings and pumps, Betty was stretched out, up on one elbow, holding one of her tits to her mouth licking it. I put my hands on Betty as we made our way to the TV room, where on the big screen were two gorgeous women dressed in office attire making out in a full hot tub.
Bea and her husband were lounging half naked, Bea with a vibrator, Henry gently massaging his beautiful cock.
Nina did the under the breath thing again. "Fuck." And boy, did we.
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