Let Me Count the Ways

Her night had been satisfying and not. She was glad to be there for her friends, glad they knew they could call on her for a listening ear, glad to simply be available. But she would have really enjoyed something a bit more intimate. Not with who she'd been with for most of the evening, but with someone. She was at that point where giving of herself had her wanting more.

He called a few minutes past midnight.

"Are you in bed?"

"No, not yet. What are you doing?"

"Inviting you over. Now. I'll text the room number. Use the valet."

"I'll be there."

She rarely saw him these days. Once close friends, then lovers, then angry, and now back to occasional trysts when they both happened to be in town at the same time, they had experienced their first three-way together. She was pretty sure that they weren't going to be alone tonight either.

They weren't.

She was still smiling at the smiles on the faces of the parking attendant and hotel staff when they saw her trying to find the elevator at such a late hour. Knowing they knew what she was there for amused her.

She found the room and knocked. He peeked around the door.

"Come in. Take your clothes off here," and he pointed to the two piles already there. He even began to help her -- not his usual style -- and squeezed in a passionate kiss that let her know that while he had a drink or two already her thirst would have to be satisfied in other ways. There was an urgency.

"Who's around the corner?" she asked.

He wouldn't answer. But instead led her into the bedroom where a gorgeous, young black woman lay against the white sheets with a half sleepy smile (post-something she was sure) on her face and no a stitch of clothing or even a sheet anywhere near her.

"Hi," she said and the previous resident simply smiled bigger.

They climbed on the bed. He began directing. And initially, used her name then switched to initials. Whoever was in the bed would never be called by name and she could tell he wished he'd never used hers.

Control was very important here. She laughed at the thought because "out of control" would be what anyone watching would have called it.

She knew she had some years on this woman. At one point she caught her reflection in the full lenght mirror on the hotel wall. She wasn't please but she didn't cringe. She was simply a less-than-svelte-white-woman-willing-to-put-her-post-40s-body-out-there. The Younger seemed to have no problem with it ... no experience either.

He asked if she remembered how to please a woman. She didn't answer. She just began to kiss her way down The Younger -- lips which were full and pouty but smiling now, chin with just the slightest indentation. The Younger murmured her pleasure at the soft kisses she was offering. Making her way down the neck, she took time to truly examine The Younger's breasts. They were not as large as her own but they were definitely significant. And the dark circles around the dark nipples looked lucious. She tasted and discovered they indeed were and that The Younger had been waiting for just such a taste. Her murmured pleasure was a tad louder this time.

As she made her way down the flattened stomach, he was positioning himself behind her. His fingers had found their way to her pussy and were beginning to delight her. She warmed to him enough to forgive the mystery of the invite, the veil he was holding over their identities, the control he so obviously delighted in. If he kept up what he was doing, she might forgive him a few more things.

She realized concentration was lapsing so she decided to dive in and focus. She noted The Younger shaved about as much as she did and liked the smoothness and the fuzzy hair that remained. She laughed silently, remembering a lesbian friend's acknowledgement that she herself enjoyed a bit of a "landing strip."

"Guess I do too," she thought.

She lightly licked in one swooping motion taking in labia and clit. Then began the tickle that she found so pleasing. Again, The Younger registered approval. Her tongue took The Younger to the edge but neither she, The Younger, or he was ready for anything too much too soon so she paused and that pause gave him just enough time to bring her to her first orgasm.

"I'm a multiple," she smiled and softly whispered to The Younger after the initial shudders ceased.

The Younger was now instructed in some manner but the detaisl weren't audible to her and anyway, she was concentrating on the cock that now loomed to her left. The Younger was at right. Both women had their hands fixed upon the erect penis. Each stroking in their unique fashion. She watched to see if she could pick up any pointers but the moves were familiar so she let The Younger take it in her mouth while she simultaneously stroked the shaft and fingered The Younger.

Soon she was aware of the contractions of The Younger's vagina. She realized that she now knew a bit more about what a cock might experience but this time not in theory but from an "insider's" perspective. The tightness intrigued her.

After a while, The Younger was instructed to share and she did. She also mounted the now sucking other from behind, cupping her breasts and moving in rhythm with the dips and dives she was making as she deep throated him for several seconds.

He was loving it but still concerned with control and encouraged both women to move upward. He wanted kisses -- to see and to experience. All three began to share the same space and whose tongue was pleasuring whose no longer mattered. Lips were wet and wild and wandering. For a few moments, they were all kissing each other at the same time. The description of the moment couldn't convey the incredible chemistry that was flowing.

After a while, and several more orgasms on her part, she determined to let the couple play a while. But they would have none of it. Three or nothing seemed to be the theme. So she mounted The Younger as she played on top of him and rode with them as he moved himself in and out of her.

At one point, she cupped the perfectly heart-shaped ass in her hands and silently voiced her appreciation. A thing of beauty with its tight skin on curved pillows and ready and willing to be explored.

When he began to more vigourously take The Younger in by mouth, she came. And yet he didn't stop. The Younger pointed out that she wasn't a multiple. While he softened his tactics, he didn't stop and soon a multiple is just what she became.

Watching and massaging thighs, backs and asses was plenty at the moment but soon she was back in the action again at his insistance. He wanted her to mount him and The Younger to watch. The women complied. And the ride got wilder and fiercer with The Younger caressing and holding tightly to her mentor's hands as waves of pleasure overwhelmed her. Then he came with pounding precision. Then she held tightly for the secondary waves she knew would come her way. They did.

He laughed. The Younger almost seemed to sleep but she was still watching him. Soon he snored slightly.

She decided she was ready to go and kissed both on the forehead before making her exit.

"Pleasure tonight. Work tomorrow. You guys enjoy the rest of the evening."

The night watchman was no one in sight but the valet looked slightly perplexed that her visit had lasted until morning.

She smiled and tipped him before she drove away.

"Should have given him their room number with my compliments," she thought. Then it hit her. She NEVER got The Younger's name.

"Now that will make a most interesting story," she giggled.