Cindy Kim
10-18-2004, 12:02 PM
Cindy walked from around the counter with a small tray loaded with a plate, a chocolate croissant, and a large ceramic mug full of espresso. She stopped at the table where the blonde woman was sitting.
“You had the triple shot latte?” she asked.
The woman put down her book and looked up at Cindy. She was maybe thirty years old, with immaculately coiffed hair, subtle makeup, and brilliant green eyes. Her beautiful face suited the rest of her, a slim body in a white blouse and long dark skirt, both designer label. Cindy recognized her heels as the latest Dolce & Gabanna. She reeked of class and elegance.
Which made the book she put down suprising. Cindy knew it from the upstairs section of the bookstore and coffee shop, the adult section, a collection of very spicy erotica. It was not so surprising that the woman was reading it. But that she was unabashedly reading it seated alone at a table in the front of the store.
The woman’s green eyes gazed up at Cindy and her full lips formed a smile. “Yes, thank you…” she said, letting her voice trail off, looking for Cindy’s name.
“Cindy.”
“Cindy. Thank you,” the woman smiled more broadly, accepting the tray from Cindy. As Cindy turned, she saw the women’s gaze travel quickly down her body. Cindy was wearing a tight black dress behind her apron, showing off her figure. It helped for tips from guys. But this was unexpected.
Cindy continued working, glancing more often at the attractive blonde. The woman sipped her coffee, read her erotica. Several of the men who came in and out took long looks at her, but she remained undisturbed, glancing out the window, then returning her attention to the book.
“Is she reading what I think she is?” asked Susan, one of Cindy’s co-workers.
“I’m not sure which story, but yes,” said Cindy.
“Nice,” giggled Susan.
After a half-hour had passed, the woman uncrossed her long legs, stood, placing the book neatly on the table, closed, front cover up, and brought her tray up to the coffee bar. Cindy received it from her. The woman’s hand met hers, and, as the woman let go of the tray, her fingers moved warmly along the back of Cindy’s hand. She smiled calmly at Cindy, said, “thank you,” softly, and turned to leave the store. Cindy watched the woman walk out, two men holding the door for her and craning their necks to make sure the back side looked as good as the front side had.
Cindy walked out from behind the bar and retrieved the book. The woman had had it open long enough that it naturally returned to the story she had been reading.
“So, what is it?” asked Susan.
Cindy glaced over a paragraph, the two of them letting Angela take the customers’ order. A story of two women having wild sex at a party. One of the women was a blonde. The other was an Asian.
“Hmm, I think she liked you,” said Susan, reading over Cindy’s shoulder.
Cindy said nothing, but felt a little thrill at the idea that the woman may have been sitting just a few feet away, reading the story and imaging doing the things with Cindy that the two women in the story were doing. Cindy returned the book to its proper place on the shelf and spend the rest of the day at work somewhat distracted.
The next morning, she was back. Cindy watched the blonde walk in, barely glancing at the counter. Once again she was made up and coiffed, sexy and elegant, her fantastic figure neatly presented in a designer blouse and skirt, feet now in Manolo Blahnik mules. If nothing else, Cindy wanted to go shopping with this woman. She went right up the stairs and then, in a few moments, returned. The book of erotica was in hand. She smiled at Cindy, ordered the same drink and pastry, and went to sit in the same chair. Her skirt was shorter today, above the knee, and Cindy took a long look at her well toned, tanned legs.
She took the woman her order and the woman looked up at her with those green eyes again. “Thank you, Cindy. You look very nice today, by the way.”
“Thank you…”
“Tiffany.”
“Thank you, Tiffany.”
The woman returned her attention to her book. Cindy glanced quickly at the page. The same story she had been reading yesterday.
“Same story?” asked Susan quietly.
Cindy nodded.
“She’s hot, you should go for it,” Susan whispered, smiling wickedly. Susan talked like a flirt, but Cindy doubted she would ever really go for a woman. Cindy, on the other hand…. Susan was absolutely right, though. Tiffany was hot.
Now, as she worked, Cindy found herself glancing often at Tiffany. The blonde read the story, as calm and quiet as she had been the day before. Cindy saw her legs moving, shifting as she read, and she knew that, despite Tiffany’s calm exterior, she was aroused. It was sexy to watch her legs move, to know that in her mind was a vivid picture of the erotic story, and to know that heated imagination was making her heart beat a little faster, her temperature rise a little higher, and her pussy to become moist and engorged. She saw Tiffany glancing up at her a couple of times, and their eyes met briefly, before Tiffany returned her attention to the story.
Cindy studied her more closely than she had the day before. In addition to the designer clothes, the woman had a Prada handbag. She wore diamond studs in her ears and a gold necklace. On the ring finger of the woman’s left hand, Cindy saw a ring and a large diamond. She was married. Cindy became a little more excited with that realization. Did this beautiful woman’s husband have any idea what his wife fantasized about? He would be excited to know.
After a half hour, Tiffany stood, put the book down, brought the tray back to the counter. Cindy took it from her. Their hands touched again, and this time Cindy let the touch linger. Tiffany smiled at her
“See you tomorrow,” Cindy said, returning the warm smile.
“See you,” said Tiffany.
She walked out of the store, leaving Cindy feeling almost breathless. That night, Cindy took the book home with her. She read the story, imaging herself and Tiffany in place of the two characters, picturing every event in the story, how it would feel to be the Asian woman, enjoying the experience. She took off her clothes, lay in bed, rereading the story, her left hand moving up and down her body as she read, lingering on her pussy. She toyed with her pussy, rubbing her clit lightly, sliding a finger in and out of herself as she read, her breasts heaving as her excitement grew. At last she put down the book, let her right hand move up and down her body as her left hand worked on her clit. She moved her right hand down, spreading her legs, sliding a finger into her pussy. Her orgasm built quickly, and exploded over her. All the while her eyes were closed, enjoying the mental picture of Tiffany, nude, in her bed, the blonde’s hands on Cindy’s body, making her feel the way she felt now.
Cindy was dressed to kill at work. She wore a short, loose green skirt and a tight white t-shirt. She eschewed the apron, allowing her body to show. She wore a sexy pair of mules on her feet. Under the skirt she had a white v-string. She wasn’t expecting anyone to see it, but it was one she had worn on several pleasant encounters, and it made her feel sexy. She waited anxiously for Tiffany to appear. The blonde had been there at precisely 9:30 the two previous mornings. As the clock approached that time, she felt herself grow excited.
At exactly 9:30, Tiffany came into the store. Like Cindy, she had clearly put some thought into her attire. She still looked classy in a tailored suit, but this skirt was very short, and the blouse was sheer enough that Cindy could see her bra clearly, cupping a full pair of round breasts. Tiffany had a fantastic figure to match her long, toned legs. She looked amazing. Tiffany took a long glance at her as she entered, and she smiled almost shyly. But she walked to the back of the store, up the steps. Cindy watched every movement of her body. She disappeared into the back of the store.
After a few minutes, she did not return. Cindy became curious, waiting. Still Tiffany did not come back.
Cindy washed her hands, left the bar to Susan and Angela. She walked up the steps, aware that the people seated at the tables would have a view up her skirt, but not caring at all. Her mind was focused on the beautiful blonde who had completely intrigued her.
She found Tiffany in the back of the adult section. She had the book open, reading. She looked up at Cindy and smiled broadly.
“Hi,” said Tiffany.
Cindy returned the smile, “I was wondering if you were having trouble finding anything.”
“Oh no, I’ve found what I want,” said the blonde.
Cindy approached her. Tiffany was still holding the book open, but she was looking at Cindy.
“I love your clothes,” Cindy said, touching Tiffany’s blouse. “But then, they make clothes for your body.”
“You should talk,” said Tiffany. “You look gorgeous.”
Cindy moved closer. Tiffany was an inch or two taller. She looked at Cindy, her lips parted slightly. Cindy loved her lips. She leaned forward, gazing into Tiffany’s green eyes, and kissed her. Tiffany did not move, did not put down the book. She just returned the kiss, parting her lips more, her tongue touching Cindy’s softly. She put the book on the shelf, accepting Cindy’s embrace. Cindy felt the blonde’s slim body in her arms, felt Tiffany’s arms around her neck, felt the blonde’s warmth pressed against her. They kissed silently for a long time, the only sound their soft breath and quiet moans of pleasure.
At last they parted lips, and Tiffany looked into Cindy’s eyes, breathing, “Oh, God, that was nice.”
“I’m done working at three,” Cindy said.
“I’ll meet you here then,” said Tiffany.
Tiffany leaned forward again, and Cindy gladly kissed her. She let her hand move up and down the curve of Tiffany’s back. Tiffany also let her hands wonder down Cindy’s arms, to her hips. Cindy felt her loose cotton skirt sliding up under Tiffany’s fingers, felt the blonde’s warm hands on her bare hips, moving around to her buttocks. Cindy breathed a little harder, slipping her own hands down to the curve of Tiffany’s buttocks. Tiffany squeezed Cindy’s buttocks softly.
They disengaged their kiss, looking into each other’s eyes again. Then Tiffany picked up the book and walked downstairs. Cindy watched her walk up to the counter, buy the book, and leave the store.
Cindy waved bye to Susan, Angela, and her replacement, Stephanie. She walked out of the store, hoping to see Tiffany there, fearful that the blonde would have changed her mind.
Sure enough, Tiffany was standing just up the street, waiting for her. Cindy hurried up to her, smiling, and the two women walked up the street, toward Society Hill.
“Is this a date?” Cindy asked, smiling at Tiffany.
“I wouldn’t know who should be buying,” replied Tiffany. “I’ve always let the man pay.”
“Then maybe we should just stay in,” Cindy suggested. Her heart was racing. She had spent all day thinking about Tiffany. She didn’t want to waste a moment.
“I live just up the block,” Tiffany said. Cindy caught a hint of nervousness in her voice. Tiffany was afraid of being rejected.
Cindy allayed that fear immediately, “Let’s go, then.”
They walked, hand in hand, up the street. Tiffany took her keys out of her purse and opened the door of a beautiful townhouse. It was one of the fantastic old buildings of downtown Philadelphia, full of history.
Tiffany led the way in. She had the same style in house decorations as she had in clothing. Everything was stylish, classy, and expensive. Cindy saw a picture of Tiffany with a handsome man, her husband. He had dark hair and eyes. With a sudden shock, Cindy realized she had seen him before. He came into the bookstore for coffee once or twice a week. She and Susan had talked often enough about how good-looking he was.
“Wine?” asked Tiffany.
“Sure,” said Cindy.
Tiffany headed into the kitchen, laying her purse down in the hallway. Cindy noticed she left her heels on. Cindy could never get used to that in white peoples’ houses, could never understand why anyone would want to track the city muck inside. But she did as Tiffany did, leaving her shoes on as she walked down the foyer, into the living room.
Tiffany met her in the living room, handing her a glass of white wine. Cindy tasted it. It was fantastic.
Tiffany sat on the couch, setting the bottle on the table, drinking from her own glass, looking at Cindy with those beautiful green eyes. Cindy sat next to her, their legs practically touching. Tiffany’s arm was on the back of the couch, and her fingers played with Cindy’s dark hair.
“You’re gorgeous,” Cindy said. She leaned forward, kissing Tiffany, eager to taste her soft lips after the tantalizing prelude that morning. Tiffany accepted the kiss, moaning softly with pleasure. Cindy drew back, smiling at the blonde.
Tiffany finished her glass, refilled it, and said softly, “I’m getting up courage. I’ve never done this before.”
Cindy leaned forward again, kissing her, tasting the wine on her lips and tongue. She laid her hand on Tiffany’s thigh. She felt Tiffany’s leg’s uncross, an unspoken invitation. As they kissed, Cindy slid her hand up Tiffay’s thigh, under her short skirt, until her forefinger brushed against soft silk panties. She could feel Tiffany’s heat and moistness through the panties. Tiffany sighed softly at the touch. The blonde’s hands touched Cindy, one hand on the outside of her thigh, the other resting on Cindy’s t-shirt, over her breast. As Cindy’s finger began moving up and down the front of Tiffany’s panties, Tiffany’s hand cupped Cindy’s breast, giving it a soft squeeze. Tiffany’s other hand moved up, baring Cindy’s hip, around to her bare ass.
There was no sound other than their heavy breaths and soft kisses and the gentle stroke of hand on fabric. Tiffany’s legs parted, and Cindy changed the angle of her hand, now pressing two fingers against the silk panties, touching the firm nub of Tiffany’s clit. Tiffany squeezed Cindy’s rear, slid her hand up and down Cindy’s thigh, her other hand pulling up Cindy’s t-shirt. Cindy helped her, sitting upright, stripping off the t-shirt. Tiffany looked at Cindy’s breasts, cupped in a white bra. Cindy smiled, reached behind her body, unclipped the bra, and let the fabric slide down her arms, to the floor, baring her breasts. Tiffany’s hands softly stroked Cindy’s breasts, feeling their contour, her fingertips tracing circles around Cindy’s erect brown nipples, finally touching them. Tiffany looked at Cindy, then leaned forward and down. Her left hand squeezed Cindy’s right breast, and her lips touched the nipple. Cindy moaned, returning her left hand to Tiffany’s panties, now sliding her fingers inside the fabric, touching a soft tuft of hair, finding Tiffany’s clit and stroking it.
Tiffany gasped, kissed Cindy’s nipple, sucked on it lightly and licked it. Tiffany moved her right hand to Cindy’s exposed hip, found the strap of Cindy’s thong, and pulled down. Cindy lifted her ass from the couch, letting Tiffany pull her thong down, across her thighs. She wiggled her legs, kicked the panties down to her ankles, and then off onto the floor.
She wanted Tiffany worse than anything, to let the beautiful blonde explore her body and her own sexuality. If it was true, if Tiffany had never before been with a woman, then Cindy wanted her to try everything, to enjoy every sensation another woman could share with her.
She lay back, pulling Tiffany with her, the blonde kissing her breasts all the way, her right hand sliding under Cindy’s loose skirt, touching her bare pussy softly.
“Oh, God,” breathed Tiffany as her fingers explored Cindy’s soft, wet pussy. They moved up and down the labia, a forefinger gently sliding barely in, then moving up and finding Cindy’s clit. Tiffany paused in her kissing, looking down at her own hand, hidded under the bunched green cotton of Cindy’s skirt.
Cindy unzipped her skirt quickly, and she and Tiffany together pulled the skirt down, letting it fall to the floor amid the rest of Cindy’s clothing. Lying bare on the couch, she let Tiffany gaze at her body. The blonde’s hands moved up and down Cindy’s skin, as if confirming what her eyes were seeing. Tiffany touched every part of Cindy’s body, from her shoulders, down her sides, up again to her breasts and nipples, then down her flat stomach, to her hips and thighs, then back up again, brushing the insides of her thighs, and at last finding her pussy. Tiffany stared at Cindy’s pussy, watching as her own fingers moved up and down the labia, her right forefinger sliding inside Cindy as her left forefinger brushed Cindy’s clit.
Tiffany withdrew her finger from Cindy and brought it to her own lips. She looked Cindy in the eye as she sucked Cindy’s juices from her finger.
“Please,” whispered Cindy, knowing what Tiffany wanted to do.
Tiffany moved down to the other end of the couch, on her knees, between Cindy’s legs. Cindy lifted her right leg up, laying her calf and foot over the back of the couch, the mule falling from her foot to the floor. She placed her left foot on the floor, the high heel making a soft click on the hardwood. She slid her left hand down her stomach and toyed with her clit, arched her back and moaned. Tiffany watched her for a long moment, enjoying the sight of Cindy masturbating.
And at last she leaned forward, her hands on Cindy’s thighs, and she touched her lips to Cindy’s pussy, kissing it softly. Cindy moved her hips, pressing her twat to Tiffany’s mouth, and Tiffany seemed to give herself to her own desires. She ran her tongue up Cindy’s pussy, between the lips, flicking it across Cindy’s clit. Cindy knew this was the way Tiffany liked it. The blonde brushed her hair back and began to probe Cindy’s clit with her tongue. Her fingers moved down, pressing on Cindy’s labia, and then her forefinger slid inside. Cindy moaned happily, running her fingers through Tiffany’s soft hair. Tiffany kissed and licked her clit, then slid her finger out of Cindy, moving her tongue down, pushing it into Cindy. She wrapped her hands around Cindy’s thighs, pressing her mouth to Cindy’s cunt, fucking her with her tongue. Cindy cried out with pleasure, writhing in ecstacy. She felt her orgasm building and let it go, cumming for Tiffany, letting the blonde know that she was doing it perfectly. Tiffany licked Cindy faster and harder, nuzzling and kissing her clit, sliding two fingers into Cindy as she came, sending her to a higher peak. Cindy cried out happily, the orgasm exploding through her again. Tiffany kept her going, kept her cumming until Cindy could barely breath.
Tiffany looked up at her, smiling, then moved up Cindy’s body, laying on top of her and kissing her. Cindy ran her hands up and down the soft fabric of Tiffany’s blouse, to the skirt that had ridden halfway up her tight ass, feeling the silk of the panties pulled askew on her.
“That was amazing,” she breathed. “Now it’s your turn.”
“Not yet,” Tiffany said, kissing her again.
She stood up, straightening her skirt, and pulled Cindy up from the couch. Cindy kicked the mule off her left foot and, now completely nude, followed Tiffany up the stairs. The blonde held her hand the whole way, looking back at her frequently, almost nervously. Cindy followed her to a hallway, then to a room. Tiffany opened the door, and the soft light of a beside lamp flowed into the hallway. Tiffany entered the room, Cindy following behind.
The queen-sized bed was empty, but seated in a chair by the window was a man. The man from the pictures downstairs, Tiffany’s husband. He was clothed in a polo shirt and slacks. His cock was already bulging in his pants.
“Michael and I both noticed you in the store,” Tiffany whispered to Cindy. “When I realized how attracted to you I was, I told him. He wants to watch.”
Cindy felt her heart racing. Michael smiled at her and said softly, “If you’re not comfortable, I totally understand.”
Cindy shook her head. She was more than comfortable. She wanted him to see everything. She asked Tiffany, “What does he want to see you do with another woman?”
“He wants you to make me orgasm,” Tiffany smiled. “He’s never said it, but that’s what he wants. He loves watching me masturbate.”
“Are you going to watch him masturbate while I eat you?” Cindy asked, unbuttoning Tiffany’s blouse, her bare back toward Michael.
The blonde nodded.
“After I’ve undressed you completely, go take his pants off, but don’t touch his cock,” Cindy whispered in her ear. Tiffany nodded again. Cindy pulled her blouse out of her skirt, then slid it down Tiffany’s arms, letting it fall to the floor. Tiffany stared at Michael, and Cindy knew Michael was staring at his wife. But she did not look at him. She reached behind Tiffany’s back, unhooking her bra, pulling it free. Cindy squatted down, unzipping Tiffany’s skirt, letting it fall to the floor, helping Tiffany, still in her heels, step out of the skirt. Tiffany made a move to push down her silk panties, but Cindy stopped her. They wouldn’t be in the way, and the panties would tantalize Michael, leaving just a little for his heated imagination, just for a while.
She stood, stepping away from Tiffany. Tiffany walked over to Michael, unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and then pulled slacks and boxers down to his ankles. True to Cindy’s instructions, she did not touch her husband’s erect cock. Cindy stared at it. It was strong and thick, rock hard. Michael wrapped his left hand around the shaft, looking back and forth between his wife and Cindy, and he stroked himself.
Cindy led Tiffany onto the bed, letting the blonde lay down. Cindy lay next to her. She looked into Michael’s dark eyes as she laid her hand on his wife’s stomach. She slid her hand down, into the wet panties, and fondled Tiffany’s twat. Tiffany moaned, arched her back, and Cindy leaned over and kissed her full lips. The two women kissed passionately, Cindy’s hand moving up and down Tiffany’s twat underneath the panties, rubbing the clit, then moving down and a finger sliding inside her cunt. Michael could see every motion of her hand through the thin, wet panties, but that was all, and Cindy could tell that the frustration tantalized him. She kissed Tiffany’s neck, then moved her kisses down to the blonde’s large, round breasts. She kissed and licked first one pink nipple, then the other, all the while massaging and exploring Tiffany’s tight pussy.
Cindy moved her kissed further down, to Tiffany’s belly. She swung a leg over Tiffany, straddled her face. Cindy looked at Michael, smiled slyly, and wrapping her hands around Tiffany’s lean legs. She lowered her face, kissing the silk of the panties, then pulled the fabric aside, her hair now obscuring Michael’s view, and she ran her tongue down the pink, engorged lips of Tiffany’s pussy. Tiffany cried out with pleasure, and Cindy flicked her tongue against the raised button of Tiffany’s clit. Tiffany moaned, her hands clutching Cindy’s ass. Cindy pushed her tongue into Tiffany, her lips now fully on Tiffany’s labia. With her right elbow she supported herself, her right hand pulling the panties aside. She moved her left hand onto Tiffany twat, touched the blonde’s clit as she pushed her tongue in and out of her pussy. Tiffany was gasping and crying out in ecstacy. Cindy lowered her hips, felt Tiffany respond by raising her mouth to Cindy’s clitoris, licking and kissing it. She heard Michael groan as he stroked himself. She tongue-fucked his wife harder and faster, rubbing her clit, moaning with pleasure at the feel of what Tiffany was doing to her. She wondered what Michael found hotter, watching his wife enjoying having her pussy eaten, or watching her eat another woman’s pussy. She wondered if he was going to cum right away, and in a flash the thought hit her that he might stand up and spray them both with his cum, and the thought turned her on even more.
She felt Tiffany bucking beneath her, knew the blonde was starting to cum. She rubbed her clit hard and fast, pressed her mouth and tongue hard against Tiffany’s pussy, licking deep within her. Tiffany gasped, her breath hot against Cindy’s cunt, and suddenly Tiffany flopped her head back, crying out as she came. Cindy licked her juices from within her, pressing Tiffany’s spot with her finger, making the blonde cum hard and loudly for Michael. She heard him moaning and knew he was cumming as well, sitting obediently on his chair.
She looked up, letting Tiffany come down from her climax, and saw the cum oozing down Michael’s hard cock, over his fingers. She rose upright, pulling Tiffany’s silk panties to her knees, then down to her ankles. Tiffany kicked them off. Cindy moved off of her, allowing her to sit upright and see her husband.
Tiffany brushed her hair back, smiling at Michael, and then she climbed off the bed, knelt on the floor between his legs, and licked the cum off his hands and cock. He looked down at his wife, moaning with pleasure. He peeled his polo shirt over his head, revealing a trim, muscular torso.
“You like to watch women masturbate?” Cindy asked.
“Oh yeah,” he said.
She lay back, her head on two soft pillows, opened his legs for him, and ran her hands down to her twat. She moaned, “Fuck Tiffany while I watch, and you can watch me play with my pussy.”
“I want to see it too,” said Tiffany. She stood, turning her back to Michael, and straddled him. Reaching down between her legs, she held his hard cock still, and lowered herself onto it. It slid sweetly into her wet pussy, and she moaned with pleasure as she took it deep inside. Michael opened his mouth, sighing with pleasure. Tiffany moved up and down on him, both of their eyes on Cindy. Cindy watched them move together, her left hand on her clit, her right forefinger probing inside her pussy. Micheal’s left hand was squeezing Tiffany’s large breast, his right was between her legs, touching her clit as his cock slid in and out of her. Tiffany moaned, her eyes fixed on Cindy as well, watching her new lover pleasure herself.
Cindy felt her orgasm building, the feel of Tiffany’s tongue still lingering on her pussy, the expert touch of her own fingers bringing her higher, the sight of Tiffany and Michael fucking bringing her over the edge. She cried out, cumming for them loudly, writhing her body, letting them see how horny she was. She came down from her orgasm, kept touching herself as they fucked. Tiffany hit another climax, grinding down on Michael’s hard cock, screaming with pleasure. He pushed up into her, rubbing her clit, making her writhe on him, until at last she gasped, her breasts heaving, “Oh, God, I can’t take it!”
She rose off of him, her legs wobbly. He smiled, his cock rock hard and erect, glistening with her fluids.
She collapsed on the bed next to Cindy, their bodies pressed against one another. Cindy reached over, turned Tiffany’s face toward her, and they kissed, embracing one another. Tiffany whispered in her ear, “I want to watch him now. I want to watch him fuck you. Do you want that?”
Cindy moaned, “Oh, yes.”
She climbed onto Tiffany, kissing her, moving down her body, kissing every inch, between her full breasts, down her abs, to her wet pussy. She licked and kissed Tiffany’s cunt, then lifted her head and said to Tiffany, “Tell him.”
Tiffany moaned as Cindy resumed licking her pussy, “Fuck her, Michael. Let me watch you fuck her. You’ve been wanting to do it.”
Michael said nothing, but Cindy felt him climb on the bed behind her. She lifted her ass as she knelt between Tiffany’s legs, her tongue working non-stop on Tiffany’s pussy. The blonde moaned, stroked her hair, writhed as Cindy ate her, knowing that Cindy was waiting to receive her husband’s cock. Michael’s strong hands took hold of her hips and he paused. Cindy knew he was savoring the view, Cindy open and ready for him, his beautiful wife lying on the bed, enjoying having her pussy eaten by another woman. She reached back, finding his cock with her hand, not wanting to wait another moment before she felt it inside her. He let her guide him forward and up, his cockhead pushing against her labia, slipping between them. Then he took over, wanting to feel her pussy on him as much as she wanted to feel his cock in her. He pushed forward tentatively, not knowing how she liked it. She moved her hips back, taking more of him in, encouraging him, and he rammed his slick cock deep into her. Cindy gasped, her lips pressed against Tiffany’s pussy, her tongue within the blonde. She heard Tiffany crying out, her body bucking, and knew that she was cumming, the knowledge that her husband was fucking Cindy sending her over the edge.
Michael took Cindy with long powerful strokes, burying his cock within her, pulling out almost to the edge, and taking her again. She moaned, gasped, felt herself getting ready to cum, felt him fucking her faster and harder, more urgently. He was going to cum with her. She licked Tiffany’s pussy hard and fast, felt the blonde’s fingers touching the clitoris, knew Tiffany was working to bring herself off. Cindy fucked her with her tongue, clutched her thighs, felt Michael pulling her hips back as he rammed her. Her body was rocking as he pumped her, and then suddenly he drove his cock home, his pubic hair pressing against her ass. She came with him, and Tiffany was right behind, all three of them crying out with pleasure as they came. Cindy felt wave after wave of pleasure course through her body as she came with them, as Michael pushed harder into her and Tiffany rubbed her pussy on her face.
Michael, shaking, slid his cock slowly from her pussy. Cindy kissed Tiffany’s pussy once more, then moved up onto the blonde, laying on her, kissing her lips. Tiffany’s legs were still spread, and Cindy could feel her wet pussy moving against Cindy’s engorged clit as Tiffany slowly rocked her hips up and down.
Cindy raised up onto her elbows, smiling down at Tiffany, and said, “I get off at 3 again tomorrow.”
“I’ll meet you at the shop,” Tiffany purred.
“I’ll be at work,” sighed Michael, sitting on the bed, running his hand softly up and down the back of Cindy’s thigh.
“That’s okay,” Tiffany giggled. “I’ll tell you all about it.”
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“You had the triple shot latte?” she asked.
The woman put down her book and looked up at Cindy. She was maybe thirty years old, with immaculately coiffed hair, subtle makeup, and brilliant green eyes. Her beautiful face suited the rest of her, a slim body in a white blouse and long dark skirt, both designer label. Cindy recognized her heels as the latest Dolce & Gabanna. She reeked of class and elegance.
Which made the book she put down suprising. Cindy knew it from the upstairs section of the bookstore and coffee shop, the adult section, a collection of very spicy erotica. It was not so surprising that the woman was reading it. But that she was unabashedly reading it seated alone at a table in the front of the store.
The woman’s green eyes gazed up at Cindy and her full lips formed a smile. “Yes, thank you…” she said, letting her voice trail off, looking for Cindy’s name.
“Cindy.”
“Cindy. Thank you,” the woman smiled more broadly, accepting the tray from Cindy. As Cindy turned, she saw the women’s gaze travel quickly down her body. Cindy was wearing a tight black dress behind her apron, showing off her figure. It helped for tips from guys. But this was unexpected.
Cindy continued working, glancing more often at the attractive blonde. The woman sipped her coffee, read her erotica. Several of the men who came in and out took long looks at her, but she remained undisturbed, glancing out the window, then returning her attention to the book.
“Is she reading what I think she is?” asked Susan, one of Cindy’s co-workers.
“I’m not sure which story, but yes,” said Cindy.
“Nice,” giggled Susan.
After a half-hour had passed, the woman uncrossed her long legs, stood, placing the book neatly on the table, closed, front cover up, and brought her tray up to the coffee bar. Cindy received it from her. The woman’s hand met hers, and, as the woman let go of the tray, her fingers moved warmly along the back of Cindy’s hand. She smiled calmly at Cindy, said, “thank you,” softly, and turned to leave the store. Cindy watched the woman walk out, two men holding the door for her and craning their necks to make sure the back side looked as good as the front side had.
Cindy walked out from behind the bar and retrieved the book. The woman had had it open long enough that it naturally returned to the story she had been reading.
“So, what is it?” asked Susan.
Cindy glaced over a paragraph, the two of them letting Angela take the customers’ order. A story of two women having wild sex at a party. One of the women was a blonde. The other was an Asian.
“Hmm, I think she liked you,” said Susan, reading over Cindy’s shoulder.
Cindy said nothing, but felt a little thrill at the idea that the woman may have been sitting just a few feet away, reading the story and imaging doing the things with Cindy that the two women in the story were doing. Cindy returned the book to its proper place on the shelf and spend the rest of the day at work somewhat distracted.
The next morning, she was back. Cindy watched the blonde walk in, barely glancing at the counter. Once again she was made up and coiffed, sexy and elegant, her fantastic figure neatly presented in a designer blouse and skirt, feet now in Manolo Blahnik mules. If nothing else, Cindy wanted to go shopping with this woman. She went right up the stairs and then, in a few moments, returned. The book of erotica was in hand. She smiled at Cindy, ordered the same drink and pastry, and went to sit in the same chair. Her skirt was shorter today, above the knee, and Cindy took a long look at her well toned, tanned legs.
She took the woman her order and the woman looked up at her with those green eyes again. “Thank you, Cindy. You look very nice today, by the way.”
“Thank you…”
“Tiffany.”
“Thank you, Tiffany.”
The woman returned her attention to her book. Cindy glanced quickly at the page. The same story she had been reading yesterday.
“Same story?” asked Susan quietly.
Cindy nodded.
“She’s hot, you should go for it,” Susan whispered, smiling wickedly. Susan talked like a flirt, but Cindy doubted she would ever really go for a woman. Cindy, on the other hand…. Susan was absolutely right, though. Tiffany was hot.
Now, as she worked, Cindy found herself glancing often at Tiffany. The blonde read the story, as calm and quiet as she had been the day before. Cindy saw her legs moving, shifting as she read, and she knew that, despite Tiffany’s calm exterior, she was aroused. It was sexy to watch her legs move, to know that in her mind was a vivid picture of the erotic story, and to know that heated imagination was making her heart beat a little faster, her temperature rise a little higher, and her pussy to become moist and engorged. She saw Tiffany glancing up at her a couple of times, and their eyes met briefly, before Tiffany returned her attention to the story.
Cindy studied her more closely than she had the day before. In addition to the designer clothes, the woman had a Prada handbag. She wore diamond studs in her ears and a gold necklace. On the ring finger of the woman’s left hand, Cindy saw a ring and a large diamond. She was married. Cindy became a little more excited with that realization. Did this beautiful woman’s husband have any idea what his wife fantasized about? He would be excited to know.
After a half hour, Tiffany stood, put the book down, brought the tray back to the counter. Cindy took it from her. Their hands touched again, and this time Cindy let the touch linger. Tiffany smiled at her
“See you tomorrow,” Cindy said, returning the warm smile.
“See you,” said Tiffany.
She walked out of the store, leaving Cindy feeling almost breathless. That night, Cindy took the book home with her. She read the story, imaging herself and Tiffany in place of the two characters, picturing every event in the story, how it would feel to be the Asian woman, enjoying the experience. She took off her clothes, lay in bed, rereading the story, her left hand moving up and down her body as she read, lingering on her pussy. She toyed with her pussy, rubbing her clit lightly, sliding a finger in and out of herself as she read, her breasts heaving as her excitement grew. At last she put down the book, let her right hand move up and down her body as her left hand worked on her clit. She moved her right hand down, spreading her legs, sliding a finger into her pussy. Her orgasm built quickly, and exploded over her. All the while her eyes were closed, enjoying the mental picture of Tiffany, nude, in her bed, the blonde’s hands on Cindy’s body, making her feel the way she felt now.
Cindy was dressed to kill at work. She wore a short, loose green skirt and a tight white t-shirt. She eschewed the apron, allowing her body to show. She wore a sexy pair of mules on her feet. Under the skirt she had a white v-string. She wasn’t expecting anyone to see it, but it was one she had worn on several pleasant encounters, and it made her feel sexy. She waited anxiously for Tiffany to appear. The blonde had been there at precisely 9:30 the two previous mornings. As the clock approached that time, she felt herself grow excited.
At exactly 9:30, Tiffany came into the store. Like Cindy, she had clearly put some thought into her attire. She still looked classy in a tailored suit, but this skirt was very short, and the blouse was sheer enough that Cindy could see her bra clearly, cupping a full pair of round breasts. Tiffany had a fantastic figure to match her long, toned legs. She looked amazing. Tiffany took a long glance at her as she entered, and she smiled almost shyly. But she walked to the back of the store, up the steps. Cindy watched every movement of her body. She disappeared into the back of the store.
After a few minutes, she did not return. Cindy became curious, waiting. Still Tiffany did not come back.
Cindy washed her hands, left the bar to Susan and Angela. She walked up the steps, aware that the people seated at the tables would have a view up her skirt, but not caring at all. Her mind was focused on the beautiful blonde who had completely intrigued her.
She found Tiffany in the back of the adult section. She had the book open, reading. She looked up at Cindy and smiled broadly.
“Hi,” said Tiffany.
Cindy returned the smile, “I was wondering if you were having trouble finding anything.”
“Oh no, I’ve found what I want,” said the blonde.
Cindy approached her. Tiffany was still holding the book open, but she was looking at Cindy.
“I love your clothes,” Cindy said, touching Tiffany’s blouse. “But then, they make clothes for your body.”
“You should talk,” said Tiffany. “You look gorgeous.”
Cindy moved closer. Tiffany was an inch or two taller. She looked at Cindy, her lips parted slightly. Cindy loved her lips. She leaned forward, gazing into Tiffany’s green eyes, and kissed her. Tiffany did not move, did not put down the book. She just returned the kiss, parting her lips more, her tongue touching Cindy’s softly. She put the book on the shelf, accepting Cindy’s embrace. Cindy felt the blonde’s slim body in her arms, felt Tiffany’s arms around her neck, felt the blonde’s warmth pressed against her. They kissed silently for a long time, the only sound their soft breath and quiet moans of pleasure.
At last they parted lips, and Tiffany looked into Cindy’s eyes, breathing, “Oh, God, that was nice.”
“I’m done working at three,” Cindy said.
“I’ll meet you here then,” said Tiffany.
Tiffany leaned forward again, and Cindy gladly kissed her. She let her hand move up and down the curve of Tiffany’s back. Tiffany also let her hands wonder down Cindy’s arms, to her hips. Cindy felt her loose cotton skirt sliding up under Tiffany’s fingers, felt the blonde’s warm hands on her bare hips, moving around to her buttocks. Cindy breathed a little harder, slipping her own hands down to the curve of Tiffany’s buttocks. Tiffany squeezed Cindy’s buttocks softly.
They disengaged their kiss, looking into each other’s eyes again. Then Tiffany picked up the book and walked downstairs. Cindy watched her walk up to the counter, buy the book, and leave the store.
Cindy waved bye to Susan, Angela, and her replacement, Stephanie. She walked out of the store, hoping to see Tiffany there, fearful that the blonde would have changed her mind.
Sure enough, Tiffany was standing just up the street, waiting for her. Cindy hurried up to her, smiling, and the two women walked up the street, toward Society Hill.
“Is this a date?” Cindy asked, smiling at Tiffany.
“I wouldn’t know who should be buying,” replied Tiffany. “I’ve always let the man pay.”
“Then maybe we should just stay in,” Cindy suggested. Her heart was racing. She had spent all day thinking about Tiffany. She didn’t want to waste a moment.
“I live just up the block,” Tiffany said. Cindy caught a hint of nervousness in her voice. Tiffany was afraid of being rejected.
Cindy allayed that fear immediately, “Let’s go, then.”
They walked, hand in hand, up the street. Tiffany took her keys out of her purse and opened the door of a beautiful townhouse. It was one of the fantastic old buildings of downtown Philadelphia, full of history.
Tiffany led the way in. She had the same style in house decorations as she had in clothing. Everything was stylish, classy, and expensive. Cindy saw a picture of Tiffany with a handsome man, her husband. He had dark hair and eyes. With a sudden shock, Cindy realized she had seen him before. He came into the bookstore for coffee once or twice a week. She and Susan had talked often enough about how good-looking he was.
“Wine?” asked Tiffany.
“Sure,” said Cindy.
Tiffany headed into the kitchen, laying her purse down in the hallway. Cindy noticed she left her heels on. Cindy could never get used to that in white peoples’ houses, could never understand why anyone would want to track the city muck inside. But she did as Tiffany did, leaving her shoes on as she walked down the foyer, into the living room.
Tiffany met her in the living room, handing her a glass of white wine. Cindy tasted it. It was fantastic.
Tiffany sat on the couch, setting the bottle on the table, drinking from her own glass, looking at Cindy with those beautiful green eyes. Cindy sat next to her, their legs practically touching. Tiffany’s arm was on the back of the couch, and her fingers played with Cindy’s dark hair.
“You’re gorgeous,” Cindy said. She leaned forward, kissing Tiffany, eager to taste her soft lips after the tantalizing prelude that morning. Tiffany accepted the kiss, moaning softly with pleasure. Cindy drew back, smiling at the blonde.
Tiffany finished her glass, refilled it, and said softly, “I’m getting up courage. I’ve never done this before.”
Cindy leaned forward again, kissing her, tasting the wine on her lips and tongue. She laid her hand on Tiffany’s thigh. She felt Tiffany’s leg’s uncross, an unspoken invitation. As they kissed, Cindy slid her hand up Tiffay’s thigh, under her short skirt, until her forefinger brushed against soft silk panties. She could feel Tiffany’s heat and moistness through the panties. Tiffany sighed softly at the touch. The blonde’s hands touched Cindy, one hand on the outside of her thigh, the other resting on Cindy’s t-shirt, over her breast. As Cindy’s finger began moving up and down the front of Tiffany’s panties, Tiffany’s hand cupped Cindy’s breast, giving it a soft squeeze. Tiffany’s other hand moved up, baring Cindy’s hip, around to her bare ass.
There was no sound other than their heavy breaths and soft kisses and the gentle stroke of hand on fabric. Tiffany’s legs parted, and Cindy changed the angle of her hand, now pressing two fingers against the silk panties, touching the firm nub of Tiffany’s clit. Tiffany squeezed Cindy’s rear, slid her hand up and down Cindy’s thigh, her other hand pulling up Cindy’s t-shirt. Cindy helped her, sitting upright, stripping off the t-shirt. Tiffany looked at Cindy’s breasts, cupped in a white bra. Cindy smiled, reached behind her body, unclipped the bra, and let the fabric slide down her arms, to the floor, baring her breasts. Tiffany’s hands softly stroked Cindy’s breasts, feeling their contour, her fingertips tracing circles around Cindy’s erect brown nipples, finally touching them. Tiffany looked at Cindy, then leaned forward and down. Her left hand squeezed Cindy’s right breast, and her lips touched the nipple. Cindy moaned, returning her left hand to Tiffany’s panties, now sliding her fingers inside the fabric, touching a soft tuft of hair, finding Tiffany’s clit and stroking it.
Tiffany gasped, kissed Cindy’s nipple, sucked on it lightly and licked it. Tiffany moved her right hand to Cindy’s exposed hip, found the strap of Cindy’s thong, and pulled down. Cindy lifted her ass from the couch, letting Tiffany pull her thong down, across her thighs. She wiggled her legs, kicked the panties down to her ankles, and then off onto the floor.
She wanted Tiffany worse than anything, to let the beautiful blonde explore her body and her own sexuality. If it was true, if Tiffany had never before been with a woman, then Cindy wanted her to try everything, to enjoy every sensation another woman could share with her.
She lay back, pulling Tiffany with her, the blonde kissing her breasts all the way, her right hand sliding under Cindy’s loose skirt, touching her bare pussy softly.
“Oh, God,” breathed Tiffany as her fingers explored Cindy’s soft, wet pussy. They moved up and down the labia, a forefinger gently sliding barely in, then moving up and finding Cindy’s clit. Tiffany paused in her kissing, looking down at her own hand, hidded under the bunched green cotton of Cindy’s skirt.
Cindy unzipped her skirt quickly, and she and Tiffany together pulled the skirt down, letting it fall to the floor amid the rest of Cindy’s clothing. Lying bare on the couch, she let Tiffany gaze at her body. The blonde’s hands moved up and down Cindy’s skin, as if confirming what her eyes were seeing. Tiffany touched every part of Cindy’s body, from her shoulders, down her sides, up again to her breasts and nipples, then down her flat stomach, to her hips and thighs, then back up again, brushing the insides of her thighs, and at last finding her pussy. Tiffany stared at Cindy’s pussy, watching as her own fingers moved up and down the labia, her right forefinger sliding inside Cindy as her left forefinger brushed Cindy’s clit.
Tiffany withdrew her finger from Cindy and brought it to her own lips. She looked Cindy in the eye as she sucked Cindy’s juices from her finger.
“Please,” whispered Cindy, knowing what Tiffany wanted to do.
Tiffany moved down to the other end of the couch, on her knees, between Cindy’s legs. Cindy lifted her right leg up, laying her calf and foot over the back of the couch, the mule falling from her foot to the floor. She placed her left foot on the floor, the high heel making a soft click on the hardwood. She slid her left hand down her stomach and toyed with her clit, arched her back and moaned. Tiffany watched her for a long moment, enjoying the sight of Cindy masturbating.
And at last she leaned forward, her hands on Cindy’s thighs, and she touched her lips to Cindy’s pussy, kissing it softly. Cindy moved her hips, pressing her twat to Tiffany’s mouth, and Tiffany seemed to give herself to her own desires. She ran her tongue up Cindy’s pussy, between the lips, flicking it across Cindy’s clit. Cindy knew this was the way Tiffany liked it. The blonde brushed her hair back and began to probe Cindy’s clit with her tongue. Her fingers moved down, pressing on Cindy’s labia, and then her forefinger slid inside. Cindy moaned happily, running her fingers through Tiffany’s soft hair. Tiffany kissed and licked her clit, then slid her finger out of Cindy, moving her tongue down, pushing it into Cindy. She wrapped her hands around Cindy’s thighs, pressing her mouth to Cindy’s cunt, fucking her with her tongue. Cindy cried out with pleasure, writhing in ecstacy. She felt her orgasm building and let it go, cumming for Tiffany, letting the blonde know that she was doing it perfectly. Tiffany licked Cindy faster and harder, nuzzling and kissing her clit, sliding two fingers into Cindy as she came, sending her to a higher peak. Cindy cried out happily, the orgasm exploding through her again. Tiffany kept her going, kept her cumming until Cindy could barely breath.
Tiffany looked up at her, smiling, then moved up Cindy’s body, laying on top of her and kissing her. Cindy ran her hands up and down the soft fabric of Tiffany’s blouse, to the skirt that had ridden halfway up her tight ass, feeling the silk of the panties pulled askew on her.
“That was amazing,” she breathed. “Now it’s your turn.”
“Not yet,” Tiffany said, kissing her again.
She stood up, straightening her skirt, and pulled Cindy up from the couch. Cindy kicked the mule off her left foot and, now completely nude, followed Tiffany up the stairs. The blonde held her hand the whole way, looking back at her frequently, almost nervously. Cindy followed her to a hallway, then to a room. Tiffany opened the door, and the soft light of a beside lamp flowed into the hallway. Tiffany entered the room, Cindy following behind.
The queen-sized bed was empty, but seated in a chair by the window was a man. The man from the pictures downstairs, Tiffany’s husband. He was clothed in a polo shirt and slacks. His cock was already bulging in his pants.
“Michael and I both noticed you in the store,” Tiffany whispered to Cindy. “When I realized how attracted to you I was, I told him. He wants to watch.”
Cindy felt her heart racing. Michael smiled at her and said softly, “If you’re not comfortable, I totally understand.”
Cindy shook her head. She was more than comfortable. She wanted him to see everything. She asked Tiffany, “What does he want to see you do with another woman?”
“He wants you to make me orgasm,” Tiffany smiled. “He’s never said it, but that’s what he wants. He loves watching me masturbate.”
“Are you going to watch him masturbate while I eat you?” Cindy asked, unbuttoning Tiffany’s blouse, her bare back toward Michael.
The blonde nodded.
“After I’ve undressed you completely, go take his pants off, but don’t touch his cock,” Cindy whispered in her ear. Tiffany nodded again. Cindy pulled her blouse out of her skirt, then slid it down Tiffany’s arms, letting it fall to the floor. Tiffany stared at Michael, and Cindy knew Michael was staring at his wife. But she did not look at him. She reached behind Tiffany’s back, unhooking her bra, pulling it free. Cindy squatted down, unzipping Tiffany’s skirt, letting it fall to the floor, helping Tiffany, still in her heels, step out of the skirt. Tiffany made a move to push down her silk panties, but Cindy stopped her. They wouldn’t be in the way, and the panties would tantalize Michael, leaving just a little for his heated imagination, just for a while.
She stood, stepping away from Tiffany. Tiffany walked over to Michael, unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and then pulled slacks and boxers down to his ankles. True to Cindy’s instructions, she did not touch her husband’s erect cock. Cindy stared at it. It was strong and thick, rock hard. Michael wrapped his left hand around the shaft, looking back and forth between his wife and Cindy, and he stroked himself.
Cindy led Tiffany onto the bed, letting the blonde lay down. Cindy lay next to her. She looked into Michael’s dark eyes as she laid her hand on his wife’s stomach. She slid her hand down, into the wet panties, and fondled Tiffany’s twat. Tiffany moaned, arched her back, and Cindy leaned over and kissed her full lips. The two women kissed passionately, Cindy’s hand moving up and down Tiffany’s twat underneath the panties, rubbing the clit, then moving down and a finger sliding inside her cunt. Michael could see every motion of her hand through the thin, wet panties, but that was all, and Cindy could tell that the frustration tantalized him. She kissed Tiffany’s neck, then moved her kisses down to the blonde’s large, round breasts. She kissed and licked first one pink nipple, then the other, all the while massaging and exploring Tiffany’s tight pussy.
Cindy moved her kissed further down, to Tiffany’s belly. She swung a leg over Tiffany, straddled her face. Cindy looked at Michael, smiled slyly, and wrapping her hands around Tiffany’s lean legs. She lowered her face, kissing the silk of the panties, then pulled the fabric aside, her hair now obscuring Michael’s view, and she ran her tongue down the pink, engorged lips of Tiffany’s pussy. Tiffany cried out with pleasure, and Cindy flicked her tongue against the raised button of Tiffany’s clit. Tiffany moaned, her hands clutching Cindy’s ass. Cindy pushed her tongue into Tiffany, her lips now fully on Tiffany’s labia. With her right elbow she supported herself, her right hand pulling the panties aside. She moved her left hand onto Tiffany twat, touched the blonde’s clit as she pushed her tongue in and out of her pussy. Tiffany was gasping and crying out in ecstacy. Cindy lowered her hips, felt Tiffany respond by raising her mouth to Cindy’s clitoris, licking and kissing it. She heard Michael groan as he stroked himself. She tongue-fucked his wife harder and faster, rubbing her clit, moaning with pleasure at the feel of what Tiffany was doing to her. She wondered what Michael found hotter, watching his wife enjoying having her pussy eaten, or watching her eat another woman’s pussy. She wondered if he was going to cum right away, and in a flash the thought hit her that he might stand up and spray them both with his cum, and the thought turned her on even more.
She felt Tiffany bucking beneath her, knew the blonde was starting to cum. She rubbed her clit hard and fast, pressed her mouth and tongue hard against Tiffany’s pussy, licking deep within her. Tiffany gasped, her breath hot against Cindy’s cunt, and suddenly Tiffany flopped her head back, crying out as she came. Cindy licked her juices from within her, pressing Tiffany’s spot with her finger, making the blonde cum hard and loudly for Michael. She heard him moaning and knew he was cumming as well, sitting obediently on his chair.
She looked up, letting Tiffany come down from her climax, and saw the cum oozing down Michael’s hard cock, over his fingers. She rose upright, pulling Tiffany’s silk panties to her knees, then down to her ankles. Tiffany kicked them off. Cindy moved off of her, allowing her to sit upright and see her husband.
Tiffany brushed her hair back, smiling at Michael, and then she climbed off the bed, knelt on the floor between his legs, and licked the cum off his hands and cock. He looked down at his wife, moaning with pleasure. He peeled his polo shirt over his head, revealing a trim, muscular torso.
“You like to watch women masturbate?” Cindy asked.
“Oh yeah,” he said.
She lay back, her head on two soft pillows, opened his legs for him, and ran her hands down to her twat. She moaned, “Fuck Tiffany while I watch, and you can watch me play with my pussy.”
“I want to see it too,” said Tiffany. She stood, turning her back to Michael, and straddled him. Reaching down between her legs, she held his hard cock still, and lowered herself onto it. It slid sweetly into her wet pussy, and she moaned with pleasure as she took it deep inside. Michael opened his mouth, sighing with pleasure. Tiffany moved up and down on him, both of their eyes on Cindy. Cindy watched them move together, her left hand on her clit, her right forefinger probing inside her pussy. Micheal’s left hand was squeezing Tiffany’s large breast, his right was between her legs, touching her clit as his cock slid in and out of her. Tiffany moaned, her eyes fixed on Cindy as well, watching her new lover pleasure herself.
Cindy felt her orgasm building, the feel of Tiffany’s tongue still lingering on her pussy, the expert touch of her own fingers bringing her higher, the sight of Tiffany and Michael fucking bringing her over the edge. She cried out, cumming for them loudly, writhing her body, letting them see how horny she was. She came down from her orgasm, kept touching herself as they fucked. Tiffany hit another climax, grinding down on Michael’s hard cock, screaming with pleasure. He pushed up into her, rubbing her clit, making her writhe on him, until at last she gasped, her breasts heaving, “Oh, God, I can’t take it!”
She rose off of him, her legs wobbly. He smiled, his cock rock hard and erect, glistening with her fluids.
She collapsed on the bed next to Cindy, their bodies pressed against one another. Cindy reached over, turned Tiffany’s face toward her, and they kissed, embracing one another. Tiffany whispered in her ear, “I want to watch him now. I want to watch him fuck you. Do you want that?”
Cindy moaned, “Oh, yes.”
She climbed onto Tiffany, kissing her, moving down her body, kissing every inch, between her full breasts, down her abs, to her wet pussy. She licked and kissed Tiffany’s cunt, then lifted her head and said to Tiffany, “Tell him.”
Tiffany moaned as Cindy resumed licking her pussy, “Fuck her, Michael. Let me watch you fuck her. You’ve been wanting to do it.”
Michael said nothing, but Cindy felt him climb on the bed behind her. She lifted her ass as she knelt between Tiffany’s legs, her tongue working non-stop on Tiffany’s pussy. The blonde moaned, stroked her hair, writhed as Cindy ate her, knowing that Cindy was waiting to receive her husband’s cock. Michael’s strong hands took hold of her hips and he paused. Cindy knew he was savoring the view, Cindy open and ready for him, his beautiful wife lying on the bed, enjoying having her pussy eaten by another woman. She reached back, finding his cock with her hand, not wanting to wait another moment before she felt it inside her. He let her guide him forward and up, his cockhead pushing against her labia, slipping between them. Then he took over, wanting to feel her pussy on him as much as she wanted to feel his cock in her. He pushed forward tentatively, not knowing how she liked it. She moved her hips back, taking more of him in, encouraging him, and he rammed his slick cock deep into her. Cindy gasped, her lips pressed against Tiffany’s pussy, her tongue within the blonde. She heard Tiffany crying out, her body bucking, and knew that she was cumming, the knowledge that her husband was fucking Cindy sending her over the edge.
Michael took Cindy with long powerful strokes, burying his cock within her, pulling out almost to the edge, and taking her again. She moaned, gasped, felt herself getting ready to cum, felt him fucking her faster and harder, more urgently. He was going to cum with her. She licked Tiffany’s pussy hard and fast, felt the blonde’s fingers touching the clitoris, knew Tiffany was working to bring herself off. Cindy fucked her with her tongue, clutched her thighs, felt Michael pulling her hips back as he rammed her. Her body was rocking as he pumped her, and then suddenly he drove his cock home, his pubic hair pressing against her ass. She came with him, and Tiffany was right behind, all three of them crying out with pleasure as they came. Cindy felt wave after wave of pleasure course through her body as she came with them, as Michael pushed harder into her and Tiffany rubbed her pussy on her face.
Michael, shaking, slid his cock slowly from her pussy. Cindy kissed Tiffany’s pussy once more, then moved up onto the blonde, laying on her, kissing her lips. Tiffany’s legs were still spread, and Cindy could feel her wet pussy moving against Cindy’s engorged clit as Tiffany slowly rocked her hips up and down.
Cindy raised up onto her elbows, smiling down at Tiffany, and said, “I get off at 3 again tomorrow.”
“I’ll meet you at the shop,” Tiffany purred.
“I’ll be at work,” sighed Michael, sitting on the bed, running his hand softly up and down the back of Cindy’s thigh.
“That’s okay,” Tiffany giggled. “I’ll tell you all about it.”
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