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I'm Only The Butler

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: solohappy Posted on: 20 Jan 2006 2 comments
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I'm writing this as I stand in my kitchen at a portion of bar-room-height counter top. It's about a quarter after six in the morning and I'm being as quiet as I can be in order not to wake-up two overnight guests who are still snoozing away on a big L-shaped sofa in front of the fire that I just (very quietly) re-stoked for them. It's still raining outside; the rain and the wind and the fire and lots of candles and conversation made for a very wonderful evening last night -- one of those evenings that I wish would have never had to come to an end. My overnight guests are two women, one of whom I've known for years and the other one is her best-bud girlfriend who I've met many times before as well. Both of them appeared at my door late yesterday afternoon totally unannounced with a "We desperately need a time-out! And we want it with grilled chicken, a fire, some wine...and we want re-do each other's toenails. Please say that that's okay.....plezzzzzzz!"Both women are in the throws-of-decision as they think whether or not they're the "marrying kind." Tonight they need me only to be their butler. My friend is almost twenty-five years younger than me, and over all the years we've known each other our comfort level with each other is conditioned to the speed-of-light. We've never had intercourse nor have we ever wanted to, however we have shared and shared lots of very personal and intimate moments from sunbathing to picture taking to masturbation....and lots and lots of talking -- hours on end either out under the stars on hot summer nights or in front of warming fires throughout the winters. But this night it is time for me to just be the butler.I have one big room downstairs that houses the kitchen, a fireplace, and a huge sofa. There are two guest bedrooms off that one large area and then a big loft on sort of a mezzanine level. Each guest bedroom has a big bathroom with showers somewhat designed with the same openness as what you'd find in a gymnasium. The two women were adorable when they arrived last night; they could almost pass as twins. Both of them are in their thirties, both of them get their brunette hair cut by the same guy, and both of them can share their probably size 6 clothes at the drop of a pin, and somehow someway their two five-foot-seven-inch medium kind-of frames will completely deflate and stretch out to take over absolutely every square inch of the huge L-shaped sofa.....I've seen them do it before."Okay....this is what we want," my buddy started with within two minutes of their arrival, "Some wine in big glasses....we brought the wine, We need something for dinner that we can eat with our fingers....chicken with roasted vegetables done on the grill would absolutely undo us, We need a fire and we hope you have some of that cheese that has a hint of jalapeno pepper in it. Oh! And we hope you have a fresh box of ice cream sandwiches in the freezer; please say that you do." "Whew," they both sighed when I confirmed that everything that they requested was in-stock. I got a big kiss from each of them on the cheek...and then they were off to a quest bedroom to change while I was off to get a dinner "that we can eat with our fingers" fired up. I heard a shower start-up; and within a couple of seconds my buddy, Emily, appeared wearing only her turtleneck blouse, very little panties and a pair of white knobby socks, "we need some new razors Sugarpie, and we need to borrow the shampoo that I have in the bathroom upstairs; it's in the yellowish bottle.." Their giggling completely drowned out the sound of the shower as I went upstairs, I heard this sort-of half-muffled-half-yell-half-laugh coming from Emily's friend, Theresa, "She uses the bottle to play with herself!" followed by yet more giggling. I reminded myself that "tonight you are only the butler."I brought the shampoo and razors into the bedroom, Emily was ambling around as she worked some astringent onto her face; "cover-up Resa...the butler is here," Emily announced. "Tell him I think he has a nice butt for an old guy," Theresa, or "Resa" replied. I got another kiss on the cheek from Emily and then I "took my leave" in order to go keep working on dinner.Within forty-or-so minutes the Ladies appeared smelling like the fruit section of a grocery store. Cheese with some fruit and crackers was ready for them as well as their wine bottle and glasses. "I need you to tell me when you think it's about an hour before you want dinner," I said. "We want to take our time," Emily anwered, "right now we've got that cheese, the wine and painting our toenails on our minds." I really am very flattered that these two women would pick my house and my dinner to help them unwind and "sort-through-things;" and this was not the first time. In times of "stress-and-direst" in the past I realized that they'd use the time at the house as a "neutral zone." I may never hear them speak directly about the issues at-hand; it's almost as if the best diagnosis to remedy an issue was to just let the issue lie for a bit so they could re-align their perspectives. Their conversation as they sat on the sofa was somewhat muffled; every once and a while I'd catch a "I really like it....and it's like only twelve dollars a bottle, " or a "those shoes kill my feet," or "he's got them all on CDs" or a "it's good....it's not too hot....but I love that little hint of jalapeno." I ventured into their "arena" to put some more logs on the fire; "do you have every picture we've ever taken together on CDs?" Emily asked. I really wasn't sure, "I believe we only have all the favorites....but even then there must be probably two hundred pictures," I said with a big lump moving into my throat. I knew Emily had shared lots of our little secrets with Theresa, but rarely and maybe never did the three of us ever talk about them as a "group."Likewise I knew that Theresa and Emily shared some intimate times together as well; Emily was wonderfully open about things that they had done together. I never had to "pry" or be overly inquisitive, however, I knew that Emily would tell me what she wanted me to know. I knew that Emily had shared some of our pictures with Theresa, but for the first time I realized point-blank that Theresa had probably seen pictures of me erect and masturbating for Emily. "Can you get me the pictures please, I want to show all of them to Resa...and I'd love to see them again myself," Emily asked.Whew. There I was marinating vegetables and wrapping them into aluminum foil and just fifteen feet away were two women looking at homemade sex pictures as they did their toenails. The little murmurs now included tid-bits like "I have another bottle in the car;" and "that was probably two summers ago...it was just as a thunderstorm was coming...that was such a turn-on" and "these grapes are in my grocery store too; they're great - no seeds," and "I thought you'd seen one of those.....I sometimes tell him to tie a piece of rawhide around his cock....it excites both of us and it makes his erection very, very hard...I usually tuck the rawhide into my pussy and then tell him to pull it out of me....it's still a huge turn-on for us both." My hands were shaking; I had no intention of interfering with their "Women's Night Out," but I still had to repeat to myself "I'm only the butler."It was probably eleven o'clock by the time dinner was over and the dishes were done.They had already cleared-the-way to be out of their respective offices the next day; I'd work from home as I normally did on Fridays. The three of us had sunbathed nude together several times but never anything more; in all those pictures that were stored on the CD there might have been maybe three or four would have had Theresa casually naked either watering a garden or sitting in a lounge chair. "I want you to take some pictures of me while Theresa watches, " Emily said as her tongue worked it's way around the edge of an ice cream sandwich, "we think it'd be fun.....can you go get the camera?" Whew! "I wonder if it's time for the butler to be off duty?" I asked myself. Truthfully...I was somewhat nervous and even scared. The first half-dozen pictures were extreme close-ups of the twenty newly polished toenails with feet and toes intertwined into a maze of color. And then, in very matter-of-fact-fashion, Emily got up, took off her sweatshirt and stood in front of the fireplace; I starting clicking away. "What would you like me to do Resa babe?" Emily asked. "Let me see your freshly shaved pussy....I want to admire what a good job I did on you," Theresa said. And with that Emily slid her sweat pants down to her thighs. Theresa propped her feet up onto the coffee table and moved one of her hands into the waist of her sweat pants; the other hand started to roam under her sweatshirt. Emily pulled the ring on one of her nipples as she tugged at the ring pierced at the top of her clit hood with fingers from her other hand. Emily and Theresa had gotten their nipples and their pussys pierced about a year ago, but to-date I had never seen Theresa's body-jewelry modeled. The next hour or maybe two or even three passed by so very quickly....almost with the speed-of-light, and resulted with the three of us under blankets on the sofa barely able to totally enjoy watching a slide show of all the new pictures as they displayed on the television screen. The pictures included for the first time ever, Emily and Theresa engaged in some touching, kissing, licking and fingering; the poses went from innocent and fun to torrid beyond my dreams. The front of my sweat pants was absolutely soaked; the last couple of hours had been so arousing and so exciting that I was exhausted and drained without even having an orgasm, and both Emily and Theresa were as drained and deflated as I was; and likewise they didn't let themselves orgasm either. We just baited and baited each other to such heights of arousal until the only mutual energy we had left in us was to agree that the best thing for all of us was to say goodnight and go to sleep. We exchanged hugs and lots of kisses, and I got a big "thank you so much for taking us in tonight....this is exactly what we needed." from both of them. Emily and Theresa opted to sleep under soft down quilts on their own portions of the L-shaped sofa in front of a fire that I stacked some new logs onto. I opted to sleep upstairs.It is now almost nine-thirty; the clouds and rain haven't let even a glimpse of new sunlight help to brighten the morning. I'm finishing this story from the desk which is right behind part of the sofa; it allows me to see the rain through the windows, the fire and the two sleeping beauties as they continue to snooze away; all at the very same time. At some point in the night both beauties appear to have stripped off their sweat clothes; right now I've got a nice view of one bare shoulder, an almost endless length of bare leg.....and can see about three newly painted toenails poking out from under Emily's quilt as well. I will bet that as long as that fire stays nice and warm that Emily, if not both of them, will probably want to not wear any clothes all day long.....it's actually even warm enough for me to be comfortable as I sit naked behind this desk.The rain is coming down even heavier now; that's good -- we need it; and it make just sitting close to the fire even nicer. ___________________[sig]Outdoors Westerner[/sig]