The very next day, at work, my phone rang. It was Hazel, obviously eager to know what I had said when I met up with Inge and her mother. Well, even at that young age when my primary concern was fucking as many girls as I could, I still wanted to be honest. And Hazel herself was part of that generation where there was a lot of sleeping around so she knew the score.
But, I didn’t want to discuss this over the phone so I told her that I’d come to her flat that evening. I was nervous about my visit and how it would work out. On one hand, I had a beautiful girlfriend and, on the other hand, I had a beautiful girlfriend! I was so lucky to be in that situation, my constant romantic dilemma. Would I have to say goodbye to one or could I keep them both?
After work, a quick shower at the local sports centre, then a change of clothes and I was walking down to the tube station to travel to Shepherds Bush.
I arrived at Hazel’s flat just after 8 o’clock and she buzzed me in on the intercom. As I walked into the flat, I was almost overwhelmed by the sweet-smelling perfume and it certainly took my breath away. And the sight of Hazel dressed in a kimono-style robe really added to an erotic atmosphere. I certainly felt underdressed wearing my usual attire, jeans and a crumpled shirt! I wasn’t exactly a vision of sartorial elegance but Hazel was absolutely stunning.
We settled down with some nice, relaxing music and a glass or two of wine. She seemed to be a little nervous herself and I could tell she was eager to talk about my evening with Inge and her mother. We were lounging on the sofa, she laying against me with my arm draped over her shoulder. My hand had to land somewhere and it landed on her firm breast.
As we talked, I could feel her nipple hardening under the silky material of the kimono but I kept my hand still. After all, I wanted to talk. Hazel’s hand was resting on my stomach, only inches away from my belt buckle. I could feel my cock starting to stiffen just at the anticipation of her next possible move.
“So,” said Hazel, breaking the runaway train of thought charging around my head. “So, how was it?”
“Well, we met up in the hotel bar then we all went to a nice West End restaurant and Inge’s mother paid for a wonderful meal. Then we went back to their hotel for a few late drinks and that was that, really.” It was the truth but not the whole truth.
“And?”
“And what?”
“Did you sleep together?”
“Of course not. Inge was sharing a room with her mother.”
“OK. But there must have been some kisses?” Hazel turned her face up to kiss me. “And cuddles?” And she snuggled into me a bit closer.
“Well, yes. Inge’s mother went up to her room so we could be alone but we couldn’t be too naughty, we were sitting in a hotel bar!”
“Honestly? You telling me the truth?” Well, I could give Hazel a short version and tell it in a jokey manner, just something to stop her pressing me for answer. Or be totally honest.
Totally honest it would be then. “Well, yes, we were in the bar but we both knew what we wanted. Inge suggested we go outside and she led me to the hotel garden. We found a bench in a quiet corner and we had sex!”
“Yeah? What, outside? Wow!” Hazel paused. “And then?”
“What do you mean, and then?”
“Well, you know … What did you do on a bench outside?” I wasn’t sure if she really wanted to know the juicy details, whether or not she would fly into a jealous rage. Maybe she might get turned on …
“Well, Inge told me to sit on the bench, then she knelt in front of me to undo my trousers. She sucked my cock really hard, took off her panties and sat on me.”
Hazel began to rub my crotch, making my stirring cock harder. “Mmmm … more!”
“I lifted her mini dress over her head, she unbuttoned my shirt and basically, we were both naked on the bench outside in the garden.” Hazel had decided to dispense with the formalities and knelt down to unbuckle my belt and take off my jeans.
“Did she suck it as good as me?” I couldn’t really answer that but she just took my cock in her hand, gave it a few strokes to expose the head and enveloped it all the way down to the back of her mouth, gagging as she did so. She pulled back and stood up. My cock was pointing to the ceiling and twitching wildly as she did a sensual dance to take her sexy kimono. She had been ready for me from the beginning … she was totally naked underneath!
She climbed astride me and my cock sank into her pussy. My God, she WAS turned on! She wriggled and bounced as we rode together and I sucked on her gorgeous tits until I could no longer control myself and I started to thrust into her. She squealed as my rhythm got faster and I shot a full load into her soaking pussy. She wriggled around a little, almost savouring the moment of me coming inside her until she called out “ahhh, mmm” in her own moment. Absolutely beautiful!
I looked at Hazel’s amazing tits as she stretched up her arms. I pulled her body into me to suck each of her nipples and she lifted my head to give me the most passionately deep kiss, our tongues practically fighting against each other. In that moment, I didn’t want to let her go. I held her so tight that a crowbar couldn’t separate us.
But separate we did, as we both started to feel the trickle of our juices from her pussy. She climbed off me and said, “Did she do this?” and she began the best clean-up operation, licking and sucking at my pubic hair, whilst gently wanking my softened cock. I stiffened a little as she licked up and down my shaft and her wanking me had brought a last drop of spunk to my head which she eagerly lapped up.
She pulled away and sat back on the sofa. “Your turn,” she said softly and I just could not resist. I was on my knees in a split second, lifting her legs up high so that I could run my tongue from her asshole to catch the trickle of juices. I got to her pussy and she was a torrent of my spunk and her sweet, musky nectar. I had tasted my spunk before, with after-sex kissing, and was OK with it but the mix of our ejaculation was the most beautiful taste in the world!
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When we climbed into bed later, we just held each other in beautiful bliss. We shared some small talk and then Hazel said, “Are you going to see Inge again?”
“She is staying with her mother so I don’t really know. They’re here for another week so I guess so,” was my honest reply.
“But you love me best, eh?” she said with a giggle.
“I love you both at the same time. I’m not going to say who is best. You are both beautiful. I’ve fancied her for years and now I fancy you. It’s true, I do love you both.” Another honest reply.
“You love us both at the same time?” I wasn’t sure what she meant by that but it did set a very erotic train of thought going around my head …
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Back at work, my head was spinning … again! This time, it wasn’t Hazel or Inge or even some strange training course. A new girl had started. She was transferred in from another office so didn’t need to be mentored because she already knew the processes and procedure. What was making my head spin was that she stunningly beautiful. She had a slim figure and long brown hair that reached her waist.
Trouble was that the combination of her beauty and her knowledge of the work made her very arrogant, almost like she was above the rest of us, looking down on us all. I thought that it could be a new challenge but I already had too much going on with Hazel and Inge. I was sort of relieved when she hooked up quite quickly with a work colleague, Ian, who had been in the job about a year longer than me so they were well-suited. He looked like a rock god, jeans and T-shirt and long hair, almost as long as the new girl! Yes, well suited.
Besides, I don’t think I could have got through life dating her as her name was Sandy Shore! I’d be constantly making jokes about her name, you know, seaside references or even a reference to a similar named singer from the 1960s, Sandie Shaw, who had won the Eurovision Song Contest with a song called Puppet on a String. Well, she could have certainly have had me as her puppet!
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I got a call at work from Inge to see if I wanted to meet up again before she and her mother had to return to Norway. Yes, of course, I would so we made arrangements to meet at their hotel in a couple of days.
I had to speak to Hazel about this so I made my way to her flat to talk about us, our relationship and any future we might have. I really was stuck between these two beautiful young women, I didn’t know what to do.
I arrived at Hazel’s flat and straightway, she was bombarding me with affection. After a while, then came the questions … who do you love? who is the prettiest? who is more sexy, me or her?
“Haze, what are we all about? Are we going to be permanent? What do you want? What do you think?” She was taken aback by my questions.
“Well, you know I love you, don’t you? I know when I first said it, it might have been a shock but I think we have grown into a proper love, don’t you think?” she replied. I pretty much agreed with what she said. “Vee,” she started, a little tentatively, “you know what I miss?”
“Go on,” I asked.
“Sometimes, I miss Carole. And that weekend with Jeanie – well, wow! I miss that. Even that party we tried here when I was with Barry, remember?” She looked across at me, almost encouraging me to agree that those times were indeed very beautiful.
“Yeah,” I mumbled wistfully. “Oh, and remember Ginny?”
“Mmmm … yes, aahhh, Ginny, oh, yes,” and a smile came across Hazel’s face. I took her in my arms and kissed her hard. And that wasn’t the only thing that was hard. All this reminiscing had got to me and my passion for Hazel had me pulling at her clothes to get them off her body. I needed to fuck her good and proper.
Hazel started to help get rid of her clothes and mine too. Soon, we were both naked in her lounge. We went to the bedroom and held each other close, our hands wandering all over each other. After a minute or so, I pushed Hazel onto her back and positioned myself between her legs, cock to pussy. I held on to her 6shoulders as I plunged my cock into her wet pussy.
My first thrust brought a sharp intake of breath from Hazel and she began to squeal with each thrust. I was working at high speed and her body was shaking as I pushed and thrusted and fucked her as fast as I could. I was grunting, Hazel was squealing and starting to scream as we both joined voices to come loudly together.
I collapsed on top of her and we lay there, exhausted from our sprint towards our orgasms. Wow! Hazel was so fucking sexy. Just a few memories of past sexy times and that beautiful smile as she recalled encounters with Carole, Jeanie and Ginny. As a man, I could only imagine how it felt for a woman to give herself to another woman. Just two soft bodies, kissing, sucking and licking each other’s mouths, breasts and soaking wet pussies – oh, what a beautiful thought!
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A couple of days later, I met with Inge and her mother, Sidsel at their hotel in Paddington. In a few days, they would be travelling back to Norway so this evening would be the last chance to say goodbye to Sidsel and Inge.
Once again, we spent a very pleasant evening in the hotel bar then at a nice restaurant nearby, not as pricey as the previous week. Sidsel was a very elegant lady and, although my attention should have been wholly on Inge, my eyes kept being drawn to this attractive woman in her late 40s, imagining what she looked like out of those classy clothes. Stop it, Vee, I kept telling myself. Hopefully, no one noticed!
At a point when Sidsel went to the ladies’ room, Inge and I were able to chat more freely. We talked about what had happened last summer, the twins, the hotel booking mix-up and the Caribbean house party. She said how much she missed those times, especially the sexy fun we’d had. I told Inge that l had seen the big Jamaican girl because she lived near my work. I said that I had gone for a drink with her and her girlfriend once or twice. We were actually be talking about the twins when Sidsel returned.
“I was just telling Vee about Tanya and Lani and how much I missed them,” she told her mother.
“Oh yes, they were nice girls. I believe that their father took a new job in Oslo so the whole family had to move. You’ve known them since junior school, Inge, yes?” Sidsel said.
I asked, “Is it far from Stavanger?”
“Oh yes, Vee,” and she showed a map in her diary. “Here is Stavanger on the west coast and Oslo is here, over in the east. It is difficult to travel, only one train line.” She put away her diary. “Ah yes, Lani and Tan were good friends.”
At the end of the evening, Sidsel stood up from the table to say she was going to bed. Inge said that she would be up soon.
“Vee, it’s been lovely to meet you and I hope we will see you in Stavanger soon.”
I replied my thanks and said it was a pleasure to meet my girlfriend’s Mum. Of course, I paid her the compliment of seeing where Inge got her beauty. Sidsel mumbled an embarrassed “thank you” and looked away, slightly flushed. “Thank you for everything.” and Sidsel walked towards the lift.
Inge and I could, once again, speak freely and the conversation quickly turned to my ‘dates’ with the Jamaican girl and her girlfriend.
“So, what happened?” Inge was eager to know.
So, I described how she had come to the unemployment office with her friend and how she had followed me home. We went for a drink and back to my place for sex.
“You said she had a girlfriend?”
“Yes, so the next time she came to the office, we arranged to meet in a pub near her flat and that’s when I met her girlfriend. We went back to her flat and the girlfriend had just broke up with a guy and that’s was how it started.”
“OK. So did you have sex with both girls?”
“Yes, we hung around together a few times. They were very nice, very sexy. The girlfriend had big breasts as well, she was a white girl. But the Jamaican girl left to go to America and make sex movies.”
“Really? Oh, Vee, I’m feeling sexy but I have my period so we can’t go in the garden like last time.” She was rubbing me through my jeans and I knew I would be close to coming if she didn’t stop. “I’m sorry, Vee, I’m teasing you!” Fortunately, she stopped otherwise I’d have had an embarrassing stain on the ride home to Holloway Road!
“So, what about your new girlfriend? Does she like girls too?”
“Oh yes, she does. We met in the club where my friend is the DJ, you remember the place? She was a workmate of a girl I was with and she was on her own on New Year’s Eve.”
“Another girl? Vee, you are terrible!!”
“You know how terrible I am from last summer,” I said, with a laugh.
Inge leaned into me and we kissed deeply. “I’m going to teach you to behave one day!” She kissed me again and then got up to go. “Vee, I’m sorry, I have to go. I don’t think we have enough time before we go home. My mother wants to go to the theatres and there is not enough nights.”
“I understand. But maybe if she cancels …” I suggested.
“Of course. I love you, Vee, see you soon maybe.” We kissed again and she turned to walk to the lift.
I was sad to leave Inge that evening, not knowing when we would see each other again. I trudged back to the tube to go home. I could have gone to Hazel’s flat as it was nearer but I needed a change of clothes so the decision was made … home it was.
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