I first met Leslie at a client’s Christmas Party last year. She was surrounded by guys who were relishing all types of attention on her while I sat at a table across the room, chatting with some friends. Leslie looked ravishing in her lowcut cleavage showing top, a short and sexy black mini skirt and stylish heels, accentuated by a thin gold necklace and matching ear rings. Yes, I notice those things.
Leslie was about twenty-five. She had a Playboy model-like body, and it appeared like she loved to show it off. With long black hair that reached to the middle of her back and curled lightly at the ends, she was a real head-turner.
I was pretty sure she didn’t notice me taking prolonged looks in her direction, so I made all types of mental notes about her dress, her moves, her smiles and the way she seemed to carry herself. One by one, each the guys hitting on Leslie seems to drift away.
I asked one of my friends who she was and was told she was the daughter of our client.
“Don’t even go there,” one of my work mates warned. “She doesn’t date guys.”
“Is she gay?” I whimsically asked.
“I don’t know,” My friend replied, “But I’ve never known anyone to date her. She just doesn’t date anyone.”
“Until now,” I replied.
My friend looked at me like I was crazy.
I got up walked across the room. I had no idea what I was going to say, but I was going to at least try.
“Do you want to stay here and keep getting hit on or take a walk with me?” I blurted out as I stepped in front of her. The two guys who were standing beside her looked at me as though I had lost my mind.
Leslie smiled. She looked at one of the guys and said, “Excuse me, but my date just arrived.”
The guy looked absolutely devested. The other guy just lowered his head and walked away.
Leslie slipped her arm under mine and we made our way out the back door and down an alley.
“Where are we going?” Leslie asked as we walked down the alley.
I had no idea.
“Wherever you want to go” I replied.
We turned the corner on to a dimly lit sidewalk. Leslie stopped and leaned up against the wall. She slipped out of her heels.
“I hate these parties,” Leslie said as she slipped out of her heels. She looked at me forlornly.
“Thanks for the rescue,” she said, slipping her arms back under mine, as we turned and resumed our trek to nowhere.
We found a nearby park within a short walk and settled on to a park bench. We chatted about my job, her dad, who was our client, her family, my family, her dreams and my dreams. Somewhere in the middle of the conversation, our hands clasped, she leaned over and said, “Take me home.”
I had no idea where she lived.
“No silly,” she said, “Take me to your place.”
We walked back to the party place and hopped into my car. I opened the door to my small flat and upon closing it and throwing the latch, Leslie was all over me.
Her unbridled passion was totally unexpected. It was what made dating Leslie very special. I could never tell when she might be in the mood, but when she was, I had better be ready, because she was not going to be denied.
Leslie and I developed a regular dating habit. She insisted we keep our dating quiet and that we not tell anyone, especially, her father or anyone at my workplace. Some of my co-workers noticed I was a much different person at work and tried to pry into my private life. They knew I was dating someone, but couldn’t figure out who I was dating.
Leslie had a close friend named Becky. Becky and Leslie seemed inseparable, except for the time Leslie and I spent together. Becky was equally as good looking, a head-turner and very stylish in her dress as Leslie. Like Leslie, Becky was single and unattached.
Sometimes, Becky would accompany Leslie and I to the movies or on shopping trips. She never seemed to mind being third wheel and I found her accompaniment a lot of fun. I’d teasingly tell Becky that we needed to find her a boyfriend, but Becky would just smile and say, “it will happen in due course.”
Leslie and I chatted a lot. I had developed a very strong attraction to her and the sex was “off the wall” fantastic. Leslie said she felt the same about me. I told her I was willing to make a long-term commitment without using the “marriage” word. Leslie said she felt the same way, but wanted to wait until we had passed the one-year mark in our dating and had at least one good argument before she would or could make a long-term commitment.
I agreed.
Spring approached. I always looked forward to spring, if for no other reason than to make my annual trek to Cancun. I asked Leslie if she wanted to go and she was more than happy to go.
“Can Becky come along?” Leslie asked.
I hadn’t really thought to ask Becky to come along. I was looking forward to spending a week alone with only Leslie. Leslie insisted, saying she’d pay Becky’s side of the trip if it would make things easier. I begrudgingly gave in. I joked that “a manage a trois” probably wouldn’t be a bad thing. Leslie looked at me, totally surprised that I had even said such a thing. I assured her that I was only joking around. It was the first time Leslie had shown any jealousy or any inclination to be a jealous type.
“You’re mine, all mine,” Leslie said, “And don’t forget it.”
Sufficiently put in my place, I changed gears and focused on where we might go. Leslie said her dad had a time-share and that she’s make the arrangements for lodging.
Leslie, Becky and I flew to Cancun. We took a cab to the time-share, which overlooked the blue-green waters of the Caribbean. We sauntered into the lobby of the small exclusive hotel – bikini-clad college-aged girls everywhere. Leslie slipped her arm under mine and then Becky, did the same.
“Remember who you are with,” Leslie remarked.
After checking in, a bellman provided us directions to our room.
“Room?” I noted, looking at Leslie.
“It has two beds,” Leslie replied. “Don’t worry, we’ll be fine.”
The bellman placed our luggage in the room and I tipped him a few pesos. The room was rather large and had a small kitchenette and a large patio that overlooked the beach. I was impressed.
Leslie and Becky quickly disappeared into the bathroom after digging through their luggage to retrieve their swim wear. I could hear them chatting behind the closed bathroom door, but I wouldn’t make out what they were saying. I quickly slipped into my swim wear and then stretched out on ne of the two beds.
After a few minutes, Leslie stepped out of the bathroom, carrying a towel in one hand and tossing her travel clothes on to the bed beside me. My eyes practically fell out of my head. Leslie was sporting a wicked looking bikini that barely covered what needed to be covered.
“Do you like it?” Leslie asked as she pirouetted in front of me.
“Oh! you know I do!” I replied.
“I’m talking about the bikini,” Leslie shot back.
“Yes,” I replied. “It looks good on you.”
Becky emerged from the bathroom sporting an equally revealing bikini.
“I’m ready,” Becky declared.
We headed down to the beach and took up stations on three wooden lounge chairs reserved for members of the time share. It seemed as though everything on the beach came to a sudden stand-still as we made out way to the surf-side chairs. Leslie and Becky made their way into the surf, while I remained on my chase lounge. A very young and beautiful dark-skinned bikini-clad girl came by and asked if I wanted a massage.
“Fifty pesos,” she said in broken English, “I make you feel better.”
I turned on to my back, putting the seat back down and handed her fifty pesos. The oil and her hands felt so good on my back and my legs. I closed my eyes.
Suddenly, I felt a second set of hands on me. I peeked back to see Leslie and Becky kneeling beside me, smiling. Both were topless.
Seeing Becky topless was a surprise for me. I cradled my head into my folded arms and closed my eyes. I didn’t dare take a second look.
“Nothing like a good message, right?” Becky asked.
“Yes,” I replied. I didn’t dare turn over.
“Turn over,” Leslie instructed.
“I can’t,” I replied.
“On wow,” Leslie teased, “I think we made him feel uncomfortable.”
“Yeah,” Becky replied, “He probably needs a little stress release.”
“He’ll get that later,” Leslie replied, slapping me on my butt.
I turned on to my back. There was no denying the effect the four-handed massage had on me. I glanced at Becky and winked as she and Leslie slipped on to a chase lounge beside me. The heat was almost unbearable.
After about an hour, I decided to pack it in and go get a shower in the room, leaving Becky and Leslie on the beach to work on their tans.
The shower water felt good. I still had a pretty good erection and decided I had better take care of business before things got out of control. After the shower, I stretched out on the bed, completely naked and spent. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. The sound of running water woke me up. Leslie was laying on the bed opposite where I was laying. Like myself, she was completely naked. I glanced in her direction to see that she was on her phone.
I pulled a portion of the bread-spread over myself and asked what she was doing. She was looking for a restaurant. She slipped off the bed and over to where I was laying and placed a light kiss on my lips. Instantly, I pulled her in closer, thrusting my tongue down her throat.
The bathroom door slipped open. I raised a lone hand and Becky stopped in her tracks, then back-peddled into the bathroom and closed the door. I quickly shot my load, which Leslie swallowed with pride.
The door to the bathroom cracked open.
“Are y’all done?” Becky asked.
“For now,” Leslie replied, proffering a quick apology.
Leslie made her way to the bathroom and showered as Becky sat topless on the edge of the bed at my feet, combing her hair.
“So, what do you think of the time-share?” Becky asked, running the brush through her hair.
“It’s pretty cool,” I replied.
“I’m glad you like it,” Becky remarked. “It belongs to my dad.”
Becky went on to tell me that she had unabated access to the time-share.
“Sometimes, I just slip down here for a mini-vacation and a get-away,” said Becky. I watched as she stood up and slipped into a sexy, one piece, skin tight, night club-like dress, adjusting her dress as she stood in front of a mirror. Becky was sexy beyond belief, like Leslie, but I didn’t dare hit on her.
“So, what do you think?” Becky asked, looking at me as she slowly turned in front of me.
“You look nice,” I said. “Wouldn’t kick you out of my bed.”
Becky smiled as she looked back at me.
“Behave,” Becky playfully scolded me.
Leslie exited the bathroom. I watched as she dressed in a very sexy night-club-like dress, practically the same as Becky. I felt like the luckiest guy.
We took a cab to a seafood restaurant and then made out way to a bar. The bar was loud and boisterous. The liquor was on the house. I had to check myself to make sure I didn’t get drunk. Still, I managed, somehow, to get a good buzz.
We cabbed our way back to the time-share. Becky wanted to take a midnight stroll on the beach. Leslie said she was not up to it and asked if I would go with Becky. I hesitated, knowing this put me in a position of a possibly compromising situation. Becky excused herself to the bathroom.
Leslie insisted I accompany Becky to the beach. Leslie didn’t seem to care, or perhaps she simply trusted me. I wasn’t for sure.
“You’re mine,” Leslie remarked as she collapsed on to the bed, “You’re not going anywhere, but you’re not going to let Becky walk the beach by herself, so go have some fun.”
Leslie’s affirmation was a good feeling and her tacking on the “go have fun” instructions, made my head swirl.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“She’s my best friend,” Leslie replied. “Treat her well and take care of her.”
Becky stepped out of the bathroom. She looked at Leslie laying sprawled on the bed and asked if she was going to down to the beach.
“No,” Leslie replied, “Y’all go have fun.”
I was pretty sure the liquor was speaking. I looked at Becky. She had a blank look on her face. I nodded my head towards the door. We silently walked out and made our way to the beach. We were the only ones on the beach, which was empty.
We walked to where the surf met the sand. The water was cool and lapped at our ankles. I pulled my trouser pants up, to keep them from getting wet. Becky silently stripped out of her dress and tossed it on to the beach. She was totally naked. She plopped down on the wet sand, the surf lapping at her tight little body, her nipples hard and pointing.
“Come on,” Becky remarked, “Sit with me.”
I stripped out of my pants and tossed them up on the beach to join Becky’s dress.
“It’s OK to get naked,” Becky declared.
“That might be a little dangerous,” I replied.
“Live for the moment,” Becky declared.
I stripped out of the remainder of my clothes. My obvious excitement was now on full display as I stood next to Becky as the surf pounded at us.
“Nice package,” Becky declared, reaching out to grab the back of my calf. She turned on and raised herself up to a crawling position facing me.
My feet felt like they were stuck in concrete and my legs felt like wet noodles. Becky reached up and took my took into her hand and studied it. She silently slipped my tool into her mouth and proceeded to work me in and out of her mouth, deep throating me.
“You’re going to make me cum,” I said.
“That’s the whole point,” Becky shot back digging her free hand into my buttocks. “Give it to me.”
I could feel my balls tighten and within seconds, I was jettisoning my load into her mouth. Amazingly, she took everything I had to give, swallowing my entire load without so much as batting an eye. She looked up at me and smiled.
“How was it?” she asked.
“Fantastic!” I replied, trying to catch my breath, and grabbing her hair. She stood up and we kissed. I could faintly taste the remnants of my cum in her mouth.
“You know I want to fuck you,” I said.
“You can,” Becky replied, “But Leslie has told me that she has to be a part of it.”
I was stunned.
“I’m bi,” Becky declared, “and so is Leslie.”
I guess the shock must have shown on my face, because Becky quickly asked me how I could possibly not know.
“I kind of figured you were bi,” I answered, “But Leslie and I haven’t ever talked about it.”
“We made a pack,” Becky replied. “She wasn’t sure how you’d take it.”
I told Becky I was fine with Leslie and her being b-sexual.
“How do we make this work?” I asked, slipping up to gather up our clothes from the beach. Becky slipped back into her dress as I slipped back into my clothes.
“We’ll find a way,” Becky declared. “Nothing has to change, I promise.”
My mind was swirling. I had a lot to process. Becky slipped her hand into mine and placed her other hand on my bare chest.
“It’ll work out,” Becky declared. Her touch was both reassuring and exciting at the same time.
We made out way back up the empty beach to the time-share. Before opening the door, I stopped and thanked Becky for her honesty and being willing to take a chance on me. We slipped back into the time-share.
Leslie was sound asleep. Becky slipped into the bathroom as I jettisoned my clothes and rummaged through the luggage in the dark, looking for some fresh underwear. Suddenly Leslie, who I thought was sound asleep, whispered,
“Come here.”
I slipped on to the bed and under the sheets and covers, pressing my naked body up against hers. She hummed her approval.
“How was the beach?” Leslie asked.
“It was great,” I whispered, kissing her bare shoulder.
“Did you guys have fun?” Leslie asked.
“Yes,” I replied, planting another light kiss on Leslie’s bare shoulder.
The door to the bathroom opened and Becky emerged, shrouded in a towel. She stepped into the space between the beds. I tuned and pulled on the towel, pulling it off of Becky’s tight little body.
“Hey now,” Becky declared.
I grabbed Becky’s hand and pulled her towards the bed where Leslie and I snuggled.
“There’s not enough room,” Becky declared.
“We’ll make room,” Leslie responded, scooting towards the side of the bed, allowing me to move more towards the center. Becky slipped under the covers and nudged her naked body up against mine. She reached across me and slipped her hand on to Leslie’s bare shoulder.
“Get in the middle,” Leslie instructed. Becky climbed over the top of me and into the middle of the bed as I repositioned myself to the outside edge.
“Kiss me,” Leslie whispered. I slipped my hand down to Becky’s bare ass and cupped it, as she and Leslie locked lips. In an instant, I was hard as a rock. Becky reached behind me and felt for my elongated tool, even as she and Leslie continued to deep throat one another.
The musty smell of sex permeated the bed. Leslie moaned as Becky worked her fingers into her friend’s vagina. The bed covers fell to the floor.
“Someone needs to help me out here,” I declared.
Becky giggled.
“I guess he forgot he has a hand,” Becky replied.
“Just do him,” Leslie shot back.
Becky didn’t have to be told twice. She quickly vaulted on top of me, shoving my cock into her vagina, as she straddled me, her hands clasped together and planted on my chest. She worked herself back and forth, grinding her hips on top of me, with my cock buried deep inside of her. She tossed her head back and shook, an orgasm rolling through her tight little body. She grabbed her bobbies and pinched her nipples.
“Oh my God!” Becky cried out. “Oh yesssss!”
Becky exploded on top of me as I unloaded inside of her. Leslie pushed Becky from off of me and mounted me, shoving my still hard cock into her pussy. I didn’t think I had it in me to manage a second go- around, but somehow, I had to find it.
Leslie shook and trembled as she ground her hips on to my lap, my manhood buried deep inside of her. It was almost more than I could possibly take.
Becky repositioned herself, straddling my head, and facing Leslie. I watched as they kissed and fondled each other, Becky’s shaved pussy hovering over me, just inches from my face. I jammed a finger into Becky’s pussy and she flooded me with her juices.
Leslie and Becky were now permanently lip-locked. I was mesmerized. Suddenly, I blacked out and that was the last thing I remembered.
I woke up to the sound of the shower water and sunlight bathing the room. I was alone in the bed, covered by a sheet. The bathroom door was open. I could hear moaning sounds coming from the bathroom. I didn’t need to look to know what was transpiring.
Needless to say, that trip to Cancun started a wonderful thing. It’s been six months and next week is the office Christmas Party. Leslie is taking Becky and I am their courtesy escort. I can’t wait to see the look on a few of my co-worker’s faces.
