I hurried along the platform to meet Lucy, waiting outside the station as arranged.
“I’m so glad to see you again, Syl,” she gushed after the greeting kiss.
“I just hope we can do something about your figures,” I replied, mentally meaning both those of the shop and hers. She had such a deliciously curvy bod that just oozed sex, amplified as she walked, those hips and her arse wiggled beautifully.
She drove to the hotel, and checked me into my suite. Hell, this was on the company after all, Candy could put it through as legitimate expenses later.
Once settled in Lucy said she had something to attend to, and the glint in her eye gave me the strong impression Darren figured somewhere in that something. She agreed to come over later to go over the things I had suggested, and then skipped out of the room.
I took a shower, called room service for a light bite and having checked out the TV channels, lay back on the bed for a little rest and gentle relief.
The available porn being of a relatively tame nature I actually dozed off after a few minutes, only to be woken several hours later by a light knocking at the door.
Not totally compus mentis, I opened it without realising I was still naked, to be greeted by a smiling Lucy and an even broader grinning Darren.
“Oh, you were expecting us then?” she chortled as I let them in.
“I was expecting you, honey, but your fella was a bit of a surprise. A welcome one though,” I added coquettishly as I remembered his impressive cock from our last meeting.
Wine opened and poured, we sat around chatting about this and that before getting down to some detail for the renaissance of the shop.
“Darren, you sorted out a few of your team mates to come over, yes?”
He laughed loudly. “Syl, there is no way footballers turn down the chance of some juicy, free pussy.”
Lucy and I burst out laughing, she, like I no doubt, having recently read the front page coverage of several scandals involving high profile players in Europe.
“I guess not,” was all I could manage in response.
“Talking of free juicy pussy, are you two staying the night?” I ventured, pepped up by my adventures on the train and the little amount of porn I’d viewed earlier. To say nothing of the sight of Lucy sitting opposite me, obviously braless, her endless smoothly shaved legs heading to that sweet tasting snatch stretched out in front as she lounged in the armchair.
Their eyes locked for an instant and almost as one nodded, faces wreathed in huge grins.
“Good. Because I’m in need of a really good seeing to, from both of you.”
I quickly threw on a thin summery shift dress and suggested we go eat.
“You’re going like that, Syl?” Darren remarked.
“Of course, why not? You never know, you might want to verify my state of arousal whilst we’re out,” I quipped as I turned and headed for the door.
“Come on, I’m famished.”
We went to a little French bistro type restaurant which Lucy knew. Very dimly lit, and booth type arrangements in the room at the back, although the main eating area was a little more open, the tables well laid out in a typically country eatery fashion. Darren led us to a corner booth, well away from the regards of most of the clientele, sitting with his back to the room, Lucy and I opposite him on the plush red, crushed velvet covered benching.
We sipped aperitifs as we waited for our orders to arrive, our chat almost whispered as befitted the ambiance.
Suddenly I jumped a little as a foot insinuated itself between my thighs, toes wriggling a little higher. I looked from a smirking Darren to Lucy, seeing her jump too, and looked down to her lap. The little minx was easing herself a little further forward as she met my gaze, winking at me so provocatively.
What would you do? Exactly! And so did I, my hand slipping under the table to grasp his ankle and pull slightly. Now it was Darren’s turn to jump. I leaned forward and whispered,
“Think you can handle two horny bitches on heat then? Lothario?”
Quick as a flash the cheeky bastard retorted, “Wouldn’t be the first time, Syl, remember?” and quietly chuckled to himself.
I had to admit, he had a valid point. That impressive man meat had more than pleasured us in the past. All I was hoping was that he was up to it tonight, despite having evidently had Lucy earlier.
By the time we left the restaurant I was leaking rather a lot, I could feel tiny droplets trickling down my thighs. I whispered as much to Lucy, who impishly whispered back that maybe I should have worn panties after all.
The short walk back to the hotel was a sort of foreplay in itself. Lucy and I either side of Darren, his hands on both our arses, groping quite openly.
Once in the lift he pulled us together. We shared heated, eager kisses until the ‘ping’ announced we were at my floor. We spilled out, a giggling writhing threesome, and quickly went to the suite. Clothes were suddenly flying everywhere as we battled to get naked.
I dropped onto the bed smiling, having won that one easily, quickly joined by Lucy, her gorgeous curves highlighted in the soft lighting, those wonderfully big nipples proud and prominent, her sex and inner thighs glistening with the proof of her arousal.
My arms went straight around her, pulling her in for a ferocious kiss. Our lips each devouring the others, breathing hard. My skin tingling as she ground herself against me.
Fuck, she was as hot and needy as I.
Darren just stood to the side of us, his hand slowly stroking up and down the length of his stalk, watching ‘his’ two ladies of tonight as they rolled and embraced before his eyes.
The kiss finally broken, both of us gasping for air, our eyes aflame with lust. My hand snaked out, grabbing her long locks and yanked her back down to the bed, scrambling over her quickly. My ankles pinned her shoulders as my hands held her thighs, my arse up in the air wiggling as I glanced at Darren, smiling as I saw him taking the hint.
With that I buried my face between Lucy’s lithe, firm thighs. My tongue flat and stretched, I began lapping along her slick lips, slowly, teasingly taunting her as I parted those puffy petals to reach the throbbing bud of her clit. At the same time feeling her warm panting breath on my puss. She seemed to almost swallow it into her mouth, vacuuming me hard, the sensations driving me crazy. My head bobbed up and down as I lapped hungrily from her pudenda to her tight crinkled anus.
The bed moved behind me, creaked even, as Darren presented his fuckstick to my nether lips, anointed with Lucy’s saliva, my mind imagining her licking him, lubricating him for me as I slid two fingers into and up her dripping twat.
Then he gripped my hips, his bulb nudging the slimy entrance to my core, his manicured fingernails digging deep into my flesh as he simply took me, to the hilt, in one. Fuck. Yes. He stayed there for what seemed like an eternity, throbbing inside me, before he withdrew, and then began to pump it into my sloppy cunt. No pretence, no niceties, he just fucked me. Pure and simple. Whilst Lucy licked and chewed my clit, and in all probability his bollocks too.
My face meantime was coated in the yummy, sticky miasma of her cunt juice. I bit, I chewed, I sucked, ate and generally feasted on her to my heart’s content as her well hung boyfriend pounded the hell out of my clenching hole.
Then it hit. God did it hit! A wave of tsunami like proportions crashed over me, through me. My whole being shaking, trembling as a feral wail broke from my throat. He never even slowed. Just continued jamming that fat cock into my guts like a jackhammer. How I didn’t injure Lucy I don’t know because I frenziedly fed on her, to be rewarded seconds later by her screaming into my clit. Her cunt gushing nectar like a stream, flooding my face. I swallowed greedily between breaths as a third primal yell rent the air.
Then, I was suddenly empty, bereft, gaping. I looked back, and saw him gazing down as Lucy was obviously slurping and gobbling his thick viscous spunk. Bitch.
I collapsed forwards, rolling over onto my back, breathing deeply, when she also rolled her face in front of mine, her eyes alight as her lips met my own, diversing the still warm gloop of his cum. Sharing it as our lips glued together, tongues actively spreading his issue around each others mouths.
Eventually, I came down, Lucy and Darren too it seemed. We were all breathing hard, our bodies wreathed in a sheen of sweat. Smiling broadly.
“Fuck, I needed that,” I managed to say between pants for oxygen.
Their smiles gave me the impression I wasn’t alone in that.
“Now I need a shower,” I said, padding to the bathroom.
When I returned, they were cuddled and sleeping.
I smiled, and headed for the other bed, pulling the duvet over me, mentally running through what had to be done over the next 36 hours, eventually drifting into a satisfied slumber.
To be continued.
