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Forgotten Heat In the Bathroom

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Threesome in the bathroom

You see, there was this one time. I walked into the living room and there she was. Like the smack of a wave taken to the face. Surprising, but refreshing, even thrilling. I hadn't seen her since highschool, but the electricity flashed across the room and she looked up so fast her drink would have spilled, but for the tall handsome man beside her who caught her hand quickly and removed the mojito from it. I saw her lips, those beautiful full lips of hers, the kind that feel like they can wrap their way around a whole breast, form the words oh my God and through her thin dress I saw her nipples harden at the first knowledge of me. Ten years had obviously changed nothing for her, or for me if the throbbing between my legs was any indication. I knew I looked great, intentionally flirting my way into this private party, but I'd been hoping for a glimpse of him. Maybe a tryst, I was undecided. Instead, I was now within breathing distance of the single greatest turn on in my life. Ten years and I still dreamt of her. Erotic dreams that woke me sweaty, and horny, with no choice but to fuck myself till I came at least twice before succumbing to sleep in pure exhaustion. She rose immediately, confusing her date? Partner? Lucky to be sharing couch space guy? No, he must have been more than that because he began to rise as well but she pointed one little finger at him, causing him to regain his seat, grabbed my arm, and pulled me around the corner. She quickly led me up a flight of stairs littered with people and alcohol, bowties and short skirts, which I would have been scoping out if I wasn't holding Jules hand. Ducking into a large bathroom she shut and locked the door. Where the fuck did you But I didn't let her finish it. Grabbing her by the face I kissed her hard, and her hands went instantly under my skirt. As I yanked her top off over her head I kicked off the underwear that were trapping her fingers. She turned me around and I grabbed the shower rod above me. Now with my back to her she had her fingers inside me and her thumb running my clit. The other hand was teasing my nipples in ways i'd forgotten. She would roll them so hard they were like stones, then push them into the soft skin of my breast, pinch the skin shut and hold them like that while her remaining fingers danced over the missing nipple till I would cry for mercy or, more often, beg for more. Her lips were sliding down my back, biting when they chose, arching me into her and out of her. For a moment her hand left my crotch and then came back, sliding a soapy smooth stick into my hole. She'd used the plunger handle. I turned to face her still holding the shower rod and rode the handle like a cock, while she sucked and bit and licked my swollen nipples to ecstacy. I let one hand go and ripped her flimsy thong off her. I used only my one finger to press tightly on her clit before sliding it up into her. Then I watched as she began to touch herself. I held it back, wanting the moment to last and last, and finally came in a rush that didn't satisfy. I pushed her down onto the toilet and sat on her lap grinding against her, both of her perfect breasts in my hands, suckling them, squeezing them, sliding them to her waist and squeezing while pushing downward all the way to her labia. Sinking into her while smothering her with kisses. Suddenly she pitched her body against mine and cried out in orgasm that was too fast for her as well. Just then a gentle knock and the door and a man's voice quietly asked if he could join us. I looked a question at her and she nodded. I unlocked the door and he slipped in locking it again behind himself. Tya, Michael. Michael Tya. And Jules introductions were over. He'd been listening. Let's slow it down and satisfy everyone all at once, shall we? He asked. No one argued. Michael placed himself between the two now naked girls situating them one on each side. His right hand confidently began to kneed Jules breast, but his left lingered in uncertainty. Looking him straight in the eye I placed it on me, giving him permission. Matching girl for girl he touched and pinched and teased. Running his hands down to our clits at the same time, dipping into us at the same time. He was only a conduit for the heat, and he knew it. But it turned him on and he knew how to play it. He wrapped an arm around each of us and sat down on the toilet. We straddled his legs and began to kiss. As he watched us his cock quickly hardened and he put our hands on each other's chests, arranging us like dolls. He ran a hand through my hair and I purred. Jules hated that and I knew how close they were when he began massaging her neck from the back just at the base. She was in a heaven all her own. I reached for the hand soap and drizzled it over both of our bodies allowing him to rub us together back and forth, and then up and down, giving himself the lap dance of the century, because now we were dipping inside each other and sliding out to rub labia, clits, thighs. He slid his hands down and rubbed both of us in slow languid circles as we continued to ride him rubbing or bodies together leaning against him to stimulate his nipples through his shirt. He was using his fingers on us and his thumbs on himself through his jeans when I felt her begin to draw into herself, my tell that she was quickly going to come. I felt her feel for me, listened to her barely breathe as she held it back and then almost against my will I groaned from deep inside. I felt her ripple against my fingers as I collapsed against hers, and a moment later Michael heaved beneath us and sighed with agonizing pleasure. I never saw them again after that night, but my dreams held them forever.

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