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Emily On The 4th of July
I wasn't exactly sure how I ended up in the shower of the Hilton Hotel, but there is no doubt that that's where I was. I couldn't have planned for it. I couldn't have conjured it up. All I could do was set the stage for good things to happen. And react appropriately when they did.
At the time, I was in my mid-fifties. One of my guy friends, who was then in his early 30s and whom I'd met online and had known for some ten years or so, had a nineteen year old girlfriend (one of several at the time, as he was quite a cock hound, the type that girls just loved because they were enraptured by him and he allowed them to let their naughty flow, and they were turned out by his wildness and his sexual exuberance, but deep down inside they always wanted to tame him and put a brand [and a ring] on him, but in reality you cannot make a tiger change his stripes). My friend had gotten to know me pretty well over the years and at one point had asked me if I would ever consider having a threesome with him and a girl. Not having ever partaken of such a venture, but knowing and trusting him, I said that I wouldn't be opposed to it, given the right understandings and circumstances, and the right female.
The girlfriend in question, Emily, was an exotic dancer from Houston, and had come to visit him over the 4th of July weekend. She was incredibly gorgeous. Coloring straight out of the heart of Tex-Mex land with a dash of Afro salsa. And the most luscious, succulently bouncy little titties imaginable. They felt like soft, full water balloons, covered with skin so delicious that you just wanted to fill your entire mouth with her yumminess. He'd greased the wheels for a boy-girl-boy hang out, and she said she was up for it. She pretty much wanted to please him and was both eager for, and compliant with the ensuing possibilities for adventure, although, if left to her own devices, it would never have happened. It was all his doing. And I was glad that he was my longtime trusted friend, trust developed over years of hanging out and being mindful and guarded of each other's circumstances.
The road to the shower had commenced at a really nice restaurant, which I had selected and for which I would pick up the tab. It was the least I could do for such an unsolicited honor. Outstanding food and ambiance. Classy joint. I gave them choices and it was her decision where we went next. I was prepared to give a chauffeured guided tour of the monuments at night. She opted to go to the hotel. Fine by me. I'd selected a nice room in a quiet area of town. She deserved nothing less. It was an all-cash affair. And I remember getting to the room and thinking, "Wow. This is really gonna happen. Chill brother, chill. Thank you Gawd."
When we got inside the room and double-locked the door, I excused myself and went to the bathroom, after having asked if anyone needed to use it first. I was going to take a shower and freshen up, so to speak. I remember standing naked in the steaming water coming from the shower head and realizing that the curtains were being pulled back, to reveal her standing there, smiling at me, totally naked in all of her glory (naked except for the shower cap). He was standing behind her, also naked and seemingly, oh, so comfortable in his skin.
She stepped into the shower with me and he followed her. I slid backward to make room for both of them. She turned around and threw her arms around his neck and started slobbering him down. Her back and sumptuous bottom were enticingly pressed against me. I was loving life. While they kissed passionately, I soaped her back and ran my bubbly hands downward, wiggling between her gently parted ass cheeks, as I tenderly cleansed all of her goodness down below. My exploring fingers (with freshly clipped nails), glided along her silky smooth joyway, circumnavigated the terrain of her pulsating little asshole and gingerly dipped inside her throbbing rear glory hole, with miniscule circular motions from the soapy tip of my middle finger. Her pried-open sphincter gripped the tip of my finger, but I could not linger within her magnificent hineyhole, for my fingers were on a mission from providence and inched their way forward to the pearly wetness of her sweet vaginal opening, soapily careened off of each of her parted, vertical lip flaps as they gave way to the vibrating touch of my probing pleasure digit. I pressed onward, in search of her exalted clitoris, which by now, I was certain would be peeking out from beneath the safety of its protective hood. Surprise, Surprise. His fingers were already there, massaging her quivering love button and dipping in and out of her now-soaking punani, as he continued to assault her imploring lips and mouth with his piping hot kisses. The water careened off her back as the cascade of warmth rinsed the soap off of her glistening body.
Then I did what I most wanted to do. I knelt down and gently pulled her golden globes apart and towards my awaiting face, and adoringly, but insistently, I planted my puckered lips directly onto the entrance of her most private passage of grace. My lips caressed her delicate little star asterisk, encircled her rosebud and overpowered her tight little bunghole ring, suck-breathed it in while my tongue did its damnedest to snake right on up in there. I hoped that waves of ecstasy would shoot through her now-tensing body, as her exquisite and sumptuous tushy was lavished by my most grateful onslaught, and her pussy and mouth were aptly tended to by his masterful ministrations.
It was the first of many climaxes for her that evening, a night that would wind-up with her worn-out, fully spent and crashed after our tag-team shellacking that would resonate through all of our memory banks for as long as memory existed.
For the moment, she was clearly enjoying our first kiss, a kiss that I am certain that neither one of us would soon forget.