Penthouse (20 page)

I was feeling very excited, not knowing what was going to happen next. Slowly, the two dancers came together in an embrace, and then kissed each other deeply. Some of the onlookers gasped, if only for a moment, but most continued to watch in silent amazement.

I was really getting turned on now. I wished I could just reach down and rub myself, because I could feel my juices beginning to soak my panties. I moved next to the couch so that I could lean slightly forward and press my pussy against the back cushion. As the two dancers began slowly to undress each other, I gently rolled my hips, humping myself against the couch.

The girls put on an incredible show. For fifteen minutes they touched, stroked, and kissed each other, removing clothing one agonizing piece at a time until they were totally naked. Wrapped in each other’s arms, they slid down to the carpeted floor in front of the fire as the soft music continued to play. We were all mesmerized.

Suddenly I was startled by the light touch of a hand on the small of my back. I turned and saw Sylvia at my side, squeezing herself between me and the wall. She delicately pressed against me from behind, pushing my crotch against the corner of the couch. The feeling of her body against me and the pressure on my pussy was almost enough to make me have an orgasm right there. I reached for the couch to steady myself so my knees wouldn’t buckle.

As the two beautiful women continued to kiss and caress, I felt Sylvia pull me closer until I could feel the soft leather of her skirt against the back of my hand. I couldn’t stand this much more. I pressed myself harder against the couch, slowly turned my hand, and let my fingertips stray over her silky leg. I was trembling so hard, I’m sure she could feel it. I delicately worked my fingers up until I could feel one of those garters. Hooking one finger into it, I tugged playfully just to see if Sylvia would react. Did she ever.

She slid her hands up
my
legs and gripped my waist. She pushed me forward slowly but firmly into the corner of the couch, and suddenly I realized that she knew what I had been doing all along. My nipples started tingling and my fingers began to seek out the soft flesh of her thigh. When the tip of my index finger touched bare skin, I could feel her jump slightly, and she leaned into me just a little. My hand traveled up her leg slowly until, almost unexpectedly, I felt moistness tickling the back of my fingers. She wasn’t wearing panties.

I froze for a second, not sure what to do next. On the floor, one of the dancers had the other’s nipple in her mouth and was feasting on it. I turned my shaking hand palm up and eased it against Sylvia’s mound. She was very wet and had almost no pubic hair. I held my hand tightly against her pussy, and she started to move her torso, causing my middle finger to slide back and forth between her lips. I don’t know where I got the courage, but I slowly started to curl my middle finger. She was so wet that it easily slipped inside her, and I could feel her warmth surrounding it.

I was now humping the sofa. Sylvia was fucking herself on my hand, and the two dancers were engaged in what appeared to be a realistic session of mutual oral sex. It’s a good thing their moans were so genuine-sounding; otherwise, my own gasping would have given away what we were up to in the darkened corner. Sylvia pushed herself down against my finger, and it slid all the way into her.

I had never touched another woman’s pussy before, and the sensations were incredible. Her juices were all over my hand, and I could feel her muscles gripping my finger, trying to pull it in deeper.

Suddenly the whole scene caught up with me. The sights, sounds, and now even the smells burned themselves into me. I could smell a combination of Sylvia’s perfume and her sex. It seemed that everyone had an orgasm at the same time. The girls on the floor did a very convincing job of squealing and moaning as they humped each other’s faces. Sylvia gripped my waist and flooded my fingers with her hot, sticky juice. I came so hard that I almost fell over the couch. I bit my lip to keep from crying out, and Sylvia’s hands kept me on my feet.

The rest of the lights went out for about thirty seconds, and when they came back on the two dancers were wearing white robes, standing side by side in front of the fireplace, smiling broadly. I took advantage of the darkness to slip my hand out of Sylvia’s crotch, and she moved to stand beside me. After a moment of stunned silence, we began to applaud. The dancers took a bow and headed to the bedroom to get dressed.

As I applauded, I could smell Sylvia’s sweet scent on my fingers. I looked down at her, and she gave me an innocent smile. Making sure no one was looking, I slipped my middle finger into my mouth and sucked in her sweet honey. It was delicious. Sylvia blushed deeply and giggled.

The party broke up shortly after the dancers left.

Everyone was whispering about how wonderful the show had been. I said my good-byes and headed for the door. Sylvia was leaning against the wall with a drink. She glowed as if she had just finished making love, and I guess she had.

We smiled at each other and hugged. I whispered in her ear that she was welcome to visit my room for a nightcap. Sadly, she had to stay behind and help Janine make final preparations for the next day. I returned to my room and soaked in the bathtub for a long time, fantasizing that Sylvia had chosen to join me.

The wedding went as planned. At the reception, Sylvia and I spent a lot of time together. When it was time to go, she took my hand, pulled me into the coat closet, and kissed me long and hard. After all that had happened the night before, this was my very first kiss with a woman. I promised to look her up on my next trip to San Francisco. We exchanged phone numbers and addresses. It just might be Sylvia and not Janine who will be the reason for my next visit.

—R. G., Idaho

While John’s Away . . .

One day after I came home from work I picked up the mail and ran inside to get out of the rain. Changing into some dry clothes, I sat on the couch with the mail and spotted a letter from my boyfriend John. He’s in the Navy and is sometimes gone for weeks at a time. I was so excited to see anything from him. I always write him about the adventures that my friend Judy and I get into, and he writes back telling me what he’s going to do to me and Judy when he gets home. As I continued to read his letter I got so horny, I found myself rubbing my pussy. Suddenly in the mood, I popped my favorite porn tape into the VCR. I like to watch two guys and a girl get it on. It gets me so hot.

A couple of minutes into the flick I had to take off my sweatpants. I reached down and touched my wet, aching pussy, then brought my fingers to my lips so I could taste the sweet juices. I opened the drawer to our end table and pulled out my vibrator, a set of vibrating beads, and some lubricant. I quickly lubed the beads, turned them on, and started plunging them into my ass. The vibrator was next. It began to buzz as I moved it around my clit, occasionally dipping into my pussy.

I was just about to come when the doorbell rang. I popped the vibrator into the drawer, hit the POWER button on the remote, grabbed my sweats, ran to the bed-room, put on a robe, and came out to answer the door. It was Judy. I told her to come in out of the rain. Knowing that John had been gone for three weeks, she asked me how I was doing. I said I was okay but that I couldn’t wait for John to get back. Then she saw that I was wearing only a robe. “Did I come at a bad time?” she asked.

I said, “No. You came just in time.”

I grabbed her hands and put them on my hips. She jerked backward, and said, “What the hell was that?” What she felt was the anal beads still vibrating inside me. I told her to go sit on the couch and I’d show her. She sat down, and I stood with my back to her. I dropped my robe and bent over, exposing my vibrating crevice. She was fascinated, staring at the control switch that dangled in the air. Her eyes slowly moved up the wire until the wire disappeared into my ass. She asked me how it felt, and I told her it felt wonderful. She reached up and gave a little pull on the wire until one of the beads popped out. I told her to go ahead and pull them all out. As she pulled them out one by one, I was getting hornier.

When the last one came out, I pulled another set of beads from the drawer and told her to try them out. She was quickly out of her clothes and sitting next to me on the couch. With beads in hand, she asked me for some help, and I was happy to assist her. I sat in front of the couch as she leaned back and spread her legs. I put a little lube on the beads, turned them on, and gently slipped the first one into her rectum. She laughed and said it tickled a bit. I inserted the other three beads and asked how they felt. She gave another laugh and said, “Pretty good.” Then I kissed her inner thigh, inching my way up to her love box. I glanced up at her, and she gave me a big smile as my tongue roamed around her semiwet pussy. I continued to lick, concentrating on her swollen clit. She started to moan. Then she screamed, “Fuck me!” I reached up and shoved three fingers into her beckoning hole, and she moaned with relief.

It didn’t take long for her to come. When she did, my mouth was filled with her sweet-tasting juices. Then we both lay on our sides, I between her legs and she between mine. I reinserted my own beads into my ass and we started to grind our pussies together. After about ten minutes I came full force, with Judy not far behind me. We both lay on the couch talking about past and future adventures, occasionally kissing and rubbing each other, until this cuddling quickly escalated into another pussy-eating feast.

—E. I., California

Nurse on Call

Her name was Katrina, and we met a year ago at my doctor’s office when I went for my annual physical. I had been seeing the same doctor for years and was familiar with his staff, but when Katrina greeted me in the reception area it was a pleasant surprise. She was about forty years old, had a voluptuous figure and an inviting twinkle in her eyes. I have been married for more than twenty years and my husband, Paul, and I have an open marriage. We have tasted almost the entire repertoire of sexual pleasures, including threesomes with both men and women, and spouse swapping. Occasionally I have engaged in woman-on-woman encounters, sometimes alone or with my husband watching and participating. Since I am a very erotic being and open up quickly to sexual overtures, something about Nurse Katrina struck a carnal nerve in me.

In the examination room, she asked me some general questions about my health and did her examining most delicately. She touched me softly—and just slightly more than necessary. While I disrobed, she eagerly helped me and complimented me on my perfect body. More than once her soft fingers touched my skin. When my doctor walked in, Katrina stayed in the room and watched the entire time as he did his examination. On my way out, I scribbled my telephone number on a piece of paper and handed it to her.

Katrina called me that evening, and we had a long conversation about our sexual lifestyles. She’d been married for a few years, and divorced after she discovered her interest in women. Paul overheard our conversation and demonstratively licked his lips. I invited Katrina to our house the next day. Physically we hit it off right away. We embraced and kissed. Her full lips felt soft and velvety. We looked at each other and laughed and kissed again. This time she gently opened her mouth and cupped my lips. The tip of her tongue lightly brushed back and forth. Soon we were French-kissing and exploring each other’s mouths with slow, loving strokes.

The lower part of my body turned into quivering jelly as my pussy heated up and became increasingly wet. Katrina’s hands explored my back and finally seized my butt cheeks, pulling my pelvis into hers. I gently disengaged myself, and asked, “Bedroom?” Katrina nodded and followed me down the hallway. Sitting on the king-size bed we undressed each other, kissing and fondling. Her luscious breasts were white as snow, with light brown large, firm nipples. I lowered my head to lick and suck them.

“Suck hard,” she moaned. With one hand she kneaded my own globes and with the other she searched between my legs. When I spread my thighs to give her access, my slit was already very wet and open. I felt the cool air and then the touch of her finger. She lightly rubbed the outer lips, sending shivers of delight through my body. With her wet finger she stroked lower over the bridge between my vagina and anus and back across the pouting lips. Then farther down, she rimmed my puckered asshole. I was hot and ready to explode into nirvana. Her tongue was still deeply exploring my mouth when suddenly she inserted two fingers into my cunt, and with her thumb on my clit, pushed me over the edge into another world. I came in waves of delicious emotions.

Wanting to repay Katrina’s sweetness, I pushed her onto her back on the bed, knelt, and started to caress her thighs with my hands and tongue, licking my way up to the central part of her sex. With broad strokes I lapped up her flowing juices, evoking a sigh every time I touched her clit. Then she pulled her legs up into the air, spread wide open, and wiggled her body up and down, meeting my tongue thrusts. I increased the pressure until finally she let out a long, hoarse wail.

We embraced and relaxed. While she caressed me, I asked if she would stay until evening and meet Paul. Mischievously she asked, “For an encore?”

She helped me cook dinner and was the most gracious guest ever to dine at our table. Paul was enamored of her; I could see the lust in his eyes. After the meal we agreed to “play.” What a show Katrina and I put on for Paul. When at last we engaged in a hot sixty-nine, Paul could wait no longer. He maneuvered himself into position and entered me from behind while Katrina was still licking my pussy and clitoris. With firm, steady strokes he fucked me until we both climaxed with joyous cries. Katrina, we found, was not completely averse to men. She let Paul fuck her repeatedly. It was a night full of ecstatic sex all around. Since that day, Katrina has become our frequent bedroom partner and companion.

—S. V., California

Tanning with Sandi

A few months ago I had the most amazing experience. After spending last summer with my relatives in California and being on the beach almost every day playing volleyball and working out, when it was time to go home to get ready for my last semester in college, all I could think about was leaving that great weather and losing the tan I had worked so hard to get.