The e-mail below I found hidden away in my spam folder. An old message from Stella to me. I now know that Stella and Stuart have been in that house a few times more. Where more daring fantasies have taken place.
I hope you will enjoy this story of Stella´s as much as me.
/Thelma
”Bye girls, see you next week!” I shouted as I left the weekly dance class heading for the door. I had just read the message from Stuart saying he was picking me up in the car and was waiting eagerly outside the entrance. His message ended – ”I hope you haven’t changed from your dance attires, let me help you undress…”
I took the stairs with half the amount of steps needed in the highest heels I could dance in, and pulled my coat around my body as I walked passed the young boy in the reception. He did not need to know that I was only half-dressed.
Outside it was still a bit chilly and icy on the ground. I carefully looked down to see where to place my feet so I wouldn´t slip on my way to the car. I met Stuarts eyes through the glass of the passenger seat´s door before I opened it and jumped in. He pulled me close and kissed me.
”Thanks for picking me up.” I said and buckled up. As my left hand put the seatbelt into the slot, my hand was caressed by someone else. Someone sitting in the seat right behind me. Mr X. He kept his fingers on my hand and then all along my sleeve up to my neck and hair. Pulled his fingers through my hair and gently placed a kiss on my neck. And another one.
Stuart drove us out of town. I understood where he was taking me. Us. All three of us. And I had no idea this was going to happen today. I had been saying it was time for us to meet an extra man, but like this – I was not prepared, and yet I was as prepared as I could be. In less then 10 minutes we parked on the drive way and walked up to the house. Not our house. Just a house that we had the opportunity to use for dates like these. And the owners had left it in our hands just because they wanted us to explore more.
Holding on to one man in each hand I stepped out of the car, let my coat open itself up as the wind touched my body and we walked to the house. Stuart unlocked and I was kissed by mr X as we waited. My coat was thrown off right inside the door. Stuart took my hand and pulled me towards him. His hands all over me and he kissed me deep. At the same time fingers running up and down the seams on my stockings. A well as all along the edge of my sassy dance shorts. Around each thigh. Slow and teasing. Just the way I like it.
I smiled at Stuart and managed to ask him if he had given mr X any instructions for the afternoon.
”Did I mention slow and teasing to our guest, you mean?”
Stuart laughed and kissed me again. Then he took us both by the hands and walked us to the bedroom downstairs. It was still not dark outside, but no close neighbours so we let the big windows be open to let the last of the daylight in to the bed. Where I by now had been placed by mr X. He was walking around the bed watching me. Taking in every bit of me. Me, dressed like this. Like half naked. And then something else underneath, that he might still be unaware of. Maybe Stuart hadn’t mentioned the whole fantasy?
Meanwhile Stuart put on a vary familiar song. One of our recent favourites.
”Disco tits” by Tove Lo.
I stood up and started to move to the song. Mr X and Stuart sat down on the bench at the foot of the bed. Their eyes encouraging me to keep doing what I did, so my body took me through all the moves of the song that I had practised just a little while ago at the dance class. And soon most of my clothes had come off. But not all. I put my right stiletto heel between Stuarts thighs and he assisted in taking it off. The left one met the same procedure between the thighs of mr X. The two men knelt on the floor and offered me the bench. As I sat down they removed my garters and rolled down my stockings as they simultaneously placed kisses from my thighs down to my toes. I leaned back onto the bed in pleasure.
The teasing in slow-motion as they took turns kissing me and undressing the last items were not far from unbearable and maddening. My pussy had a hard on and they still hadn’t touched her. I was in yearning. But no. Still not getting what I wanted. First they had other plans. My part was to play along with them, they assured me that if I just waited and enjoyed the teasing and the slowness my pleasure would be my treasure.
A good two hours later we got dressed and stopped to kiss and hug all together and two and two. And all together again. Stuart took us by our hands and led us to the corner or the room, hugged us tighter and pointed at the small camera overlooking the room.
”Chris and Charlie – I hope you are pleased with our afternoon show. Thanks again for letting us use your house today. We will come back.”
Mr X started laughing and I giggled as I blushed. We had no idea the owners of the house were watching us. It gave the afternoon session an extra lift. And a few more fantasies starting playing in my naughty mind.
/hugs from me,
Stella
No person, relation or likewise came to any harm at the sharing of this story. Neither before, during or afterwards. If all of the above is a fantasy, reality or other is irrelevant. What the words mean to you and your relation is the only thing that matters.
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