shutting her out – Mel still caressed her breast, José still stroked her – but she was clearly secondary to their pleasure in each other.
She was aroused, but not so much so that she couldn’t think. So…was she upset to be an afterthought?
The answer surprised her a little. She wasn’t. This was all about having a good time, as far as she was concerned, and she was honoured that two people she liked so much, and who could have celebrated privately, wanted to share their good time with her. If they were a little more into each other than they were into her, well, lucky them.
* * *
Although the rest of Felicia’s condo was decorated straight from big-box stores in a style she’d once described as ‘early overworked and underpaid’, she’d put more effort into the bedroom. A queen-size brass bed in a clean modern design – a simple arched head-board and footboard filled in with two bold curves – dominated it. The linens, high-count Egyptian cotton in a striking shade of peacock blue, had cost her more than her second-hand couch and had been worth every penny. Several Orientalist prints adorned the walls, colourful, sensual scenes of a Middle East that never existed outside of artists’ fantasies, where all the men were hot-eyed and handsome, all the women were curvy and seductive, and everyone was wearing more jewellery than clothing. On the dresser, a large, Victorian-looking bouquet – something she’d picked up at a farm stand on the way home one evening – added a subtle scent of roses and mimosa to the room. (The bouquet was a little ragged around the edges, but she’d figured no one would notice.) She’d tossed all the dirty laundry into the closet just before they’d arrived and pushed the door shut.
‘Nice!’ Mel said, rewarding her efforts at decorating the room that her mother had suggested leaving for last.
José didn’t say anything, although he looked around and nodded approvingly. Then he started unbuttoning his shirt.
‘Let us help with that,’ Mel purred. ‘Come on, Felicia.’ And the mood, already charged, shifted into overdrive.
Felicia set the champagne down and closed in for the kill. She went for the shirt buttons. Tempting as it was to pull the shirt open quickly, get it off him, go right for the nipples, she didn’t. She worked slowly, playing with the buttons like a burlesque dancer might. As she opened each one, she pulled the shirt open a couple of inches, stroking and kissing the newly exposed skin.
Mel, meanwhile, had knelt down to work on the belt and zipper. She apparently had a little trouble with the belt buckle at first; Felicia didn’t take her eyes from what she was doing, but she heard a bit of giggling and a ‘Damn’ before the belt slipped open.
The sound of the zipper was magical, or maybe the magic was the noise that José and Mel both made as she came closer to exposing him. Felicia did look down for that. Mel had pressed her cheek against him, letting José feel her warm breath tease him through the thin fabric of his briefs. The long slender cock was mostly erect, forming a lovely line. Mel ran two fingers down it, then planted a delicate kiss on the head.
José drew in a sharp breath.
Felicia had two buttons on the bottom of the shirt left to go, but she figured her teasing had gone on long enough. She opened them quickly and, with a little help from José, wriggled the shirt off.
Getting the jeans off took a bit more effort, but that allowed both women to get in on the unwrapping. When he stood before them wearing only his blue bikini briefs and the smug smile that a man who’d just been undressed by two attractive women deserved to sport, Felicia and Mel looked at each other. ‘You take the right side?’ Mel said.
A matter of seconds and he was wearing nothing but the smile. Fully naked, he seemed a little nervous under their scrutiny, glancing at the artwork on the walls instead of meeting their eyes. But he still looked
She was aroused, but not so much so that she couldn’t think. So…was she upset to be an afterthought?
The answer surprised her a little. She wasn’t. This was all about having a good time, as far as she was concerned, and she was honoured that two people she liked so much, and who could have celebrated privately, wanted to share their good time with her. If they were a little more into each other than they were into her, well, lucky them.
* * *
Although the rest of Felicia’s condo was decorated straight from big-box stores in a style she’d once described as ‘early overworked and underpaid’, she’d put more effort into the bedroom. A queen-size brass bed in a clean modern design – a simple arched head-board and footboard filled in with two bold curves – dominated it. The linens, high-count Egyptian cotton in a striking shade of peacock blue, had cost her more than her second-hand couch and had been worth every penny. Several Orientalist prints adorned the walls, colourful, sensual scenes of a Middle East that never existed outside of artists’ fantasies, where all the men were hot-eyed and handsome, all the women were curvy and seductive, and everyone was wearing more jewellery than clothing. On the dresser, a large, Victorian-looking bouquet – something she’d picked up at a farm stand on the way home one evening – added a subtle scent of roses and mimosa to the room. (The bouquet was a little ragged around the edges, but she’d figured no one would notice.) She’d tossed all the dirty laundry into the closet just before they’d arrived and pushed the door shut.
‘Nice!’ Mel said, rewarding her efforts at decorating the room that her mother had suggested leaving for last.
José didn’t say anything, although he looked around and nodded approvingly. Then he started unbuttoning his shirt.
‘Let us help with that,’ Mel purred. ‘Come on, Felicia.’ And the mood, already charged, shifted into overdrive.
Felicia set the champagne down and closed in for the kill. She went for the shirt buttons. Tempting as it was to pull the shirt open quickly, get it off him, go right for the nipples, she didn’t. She worked slowly, playing with the buttons like a burlesque dancer might. As she opened each one, she pulled the shirt open a couple of inches, stroking and kissing the newly exposed skin.
Mel, meanwhile, had knelt down to work on the belt and zipper. She apparently had a little trouble with the belt buckle at first; Felicia didn’t take her eyes from what she was doing, but she heard a bit of giggling and a ‘Damn’ before the belt slipped open.
The sound of the zipper was magical, or maybe the magic was the noise that José and Mel both made as she came closer to exposing him. Felicia did look down for that. Mel had pressed her cheek against him, letting José feel her warm breath tease him through the thin fabric of his briefs. The long slender cock was mostly erect, forming a lovely line. Mel ran two fingers down it, then planted a delicate kiss on the head.
José drew in a sharp breath.
Felicia had two buttons on the bottom of the shirt left to go, but she figured her teasing had gone on long enough. She opened them quickly and, with a little help from José, wriggled the shirt off.
Getting the jeans off took a bit more effort, but that allowed both women to get in on the unwrapping. When he stood before them wearing only his blue bikini briefs and the smug smile that a man who’d just been undressed by two attractive women deserved to sport, Felicia and Mel looked at each other. ‘You take the right side?’ Mel said.
A matter of seconds and he was wearing nothing but the smile. Fully naked, he seemed a little nervous under their scrutiny, glancing at the artwork on the walls instead of meeting their eyes. But he still looked
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