0 comments/ 19327 views/ 0 favorites Daring Strangers and Summer Nights By: RodSamson42 Disclaimer: The following story is an entirely fictional work based on fictional characters for adult entertainment. It includes details of no real people or events. * Night had fallen on the small hamlet along the outskirts of Birmingham. The small town was a good thirty miles south of civilization, which meant any kind of entertainment required a short train ride into the city. On this particular night, Marissa and Susan were planning to indulge in the many vices the city had to offer. After a few drinks at the Worchester, they would head over to Studio 54 and see where the club scene could take them. Marissa sat on the couch taking in the sight of Susan's fit body. She pranced around the flat in nothing more than a purple bra and panties, digging through her suitcase for the "perfect" dress. Marissa was also scantily clad in a pink bathrobe she had yanked off a hook from the bathroom door. Work had been awful that day and a quick shower had washed a lot of the stress from Marissa's smooth shoulders. "Have you heard of this club before?" Marissa asked, wondering what type of excitement their night would entail. "Yeah, Jessica told me it was built to look like the American club," answered Susan while draping a black blouse over her well built body. "It should be lots of fun, with disco music and flashing lights." "And an incredible amount of men," Marissa said with a raised eyebrow. It had been a month since her and Brian had called it quits and she was aching to have someone new in her life. "I'm sure that there will be plenty of men, but I doubt any of them are worth your time," Susan retorted while looking at her round ass in a full length mirror. "Don't focus all your attention on guy wrangling and just try to have a good time. You'll find Mr. Right another day." "But I'm thirty-five years old," replied Marissa with a pseudo sigh. She buried her face into the quilt that covered the top of the couch and let out a muffled wail. "You sure as hell don't look thirty-five," Susan said with a chuckle. "Compared to me, you look like you're in your twenties." Susan was in no way wrong in her observation. Time had been good to Marissa, adding curves in all the right places. She was 5'6 and all legs-- her hair an auburn red, which curled way below her lean shoulders. Her facial features were well-defined, with a small round nose and bright baby blue eyes -- she definitely did not look like your average thirty-five year old. "If you say so," Marissa said as she pulled herself up from the quilt. She continued to watch Susan hunt for a black skirt that she had possibly left at home. "You have any idea what I should wear?" asked Marissa, batting her eyes. "I'm worried enough about what I'm going to wear!" Susan yelled from across the room. "Find something yourself." Marissa rose from the couch, letting the robe hang open on its own accord. She walked to the modest sized wardrobe and surveyed her options. She had a few sexy pairs of panties and some very nice looking bras, but unfortunately none of them seemed to match. For some reason, Marissa had a tendency to buy her underwear individually instead of in sets. She thought that maybe it was somehow artistic in nature, or just plain weird. She pondered her options for a moment and decided that the red cotton and black laced panties would look awesome with her bright pink bra. It didn't match, but it was the best she could do. She removed the robe and slid the panties up her long, silky legs. They fit firmly over her well rounded ass and slim waist. She hooked her bra into place, letting it cup her pale 34B breasts. Marissa fell back onto the couch, holding her head up with her right arm in a pinup girl pose. "How do I look?" she asked Susan with a sexy smile. "Is that all you're wearing?" she inquired, running her eyes over Marissa's resting body. "No, but this is as far as I've made it." "Well if you want to go skimpy, do you still have those little black shorts?" Marissa thought for a moment, and then dashed to her chest of drawers. She dumped the contents onto the bed, searching for the item that Susan had suggested. Marissa's eyes glowed brightly when she finally found the tiny shorts that would fit so tightly against her body and leave very little to the imagination. She pulled them on, wrenching the fabric over her curves. Marissa was still in need of a top, which came to her in the form of a jet black bikini top with little white polka dots. Her look was now complete. Marissa returned to Susan, who was now fully dressed in a blouse and skirt ensemble. "You look good," commented Susan. "but you're going to be cold." "I know, but it may be worth it," Marissa replied with a grin. "I don't think so. You can wear this," offered Susan, removing a pair of black silk stockings from her suitcase. "Thanks," Marissa answered as she slid the thin black fabric up her smooth legs. "I'll probably wear my blue sundress until we get in the club." "Not a bad idea. Although I think if any guy tries to undress you, he's going to have a hell of a lot to keep up with," Susan said with a smirk. Both girls continued to prepare for the evening in the cramped bathroom. They stood in front of the sink, applying eye liner, glossy lipstick, and a few dabs of red blush to their cheeks. Within half an hour, the ladies were ready to hit the town. They walked arm in arm to the train station, which was less than a mile from Marissa's flat. The air was crisp and a cool summer breeze was blowing through the trees. They entered the train station, receiving a look of satisfaction from the attendant at the ticket counter. The girls made their way to the B-Train, which would take them into the city of Birmingham. It was a metropolitan area that was second only to London in size and population-- the more people, the more fun. The ladies anxiously waited as the train pulled into the station with a deafening screech. They boarded, finding seats toward the back of the car. Many people flocked to the remaining seats, as the automatic doors hissed shut. The train pulled away from the station and chugged along the dark, empty, countryside. The girls chatted throughout the ride, noticing stares from many of the gentlemen who were sitting a few seats ahead. They would turn around to gawk and then intently look away when the girls noticed. It filled Marissa with sexual energy, knowing that she was eliciting such a response from strangers. Every time she would catch one of the men looking, she would send a flirtatious smile there way. Susan would then nudge Marissa in the ribs, reminding her that they hadn't even made it to the club yet. After a short ride, the train came to a halt and the girls stepped off. They made there way through the crowded station, which was packed with travelers from all over Europe. This was one of the central stations, which was the exact opposite of the little station they had departed from. The girls held hands, attempting to stay together through all of the hustle and bustle. Wearing heels proved to be a problem, since they were not the easiest shoes to maneuver in. At one point, Marissa felt a hand grope her ass, but when she turned around to confront the culprit, there was only a businesswoman on a mobile. Once out of the station, the crowd grew manageable. The ladies eased down South Street, which would take them to the famed Worchester. The bar had an eclectic atmosphere, which they had always found appealing. When Susan and Marissa pushed through the large wooden doors, all eyes turned their way. It was embarrassing, yet empowering at the same time. Marissa and Susan sat down at the bar between a burly man with a thick mustache and a muscular lad with wavy blonde hair. "I'll have a vodka and diet coke, while my friend here..." Susan said motioning in Marissa's direction. "The same," Marissa answered. The bartender was a large man with tattoos streaming from his biceps to his wrists. "They're on me ladies," the blonde man shouted, acknowledging the bartender with a hand signal. "Thank you," Marissa said with a hint of gratitude. "And you are?" "My name's Daniel. And you?" "I'm Jane and this is my friend Sharon," Marissa lied as Susan gave a nonchalant wave. "So what brings you to the Worchester on a Saturday night?" Daniel asked inquisitively. As he sipped his beer, his eyes wandered over Marissa's legs and chest, then met her gaze with a sneer. "We're just enjoying a night out on the town," Marissa answered. She downed her vodka and ordered another. "That sounds like fun," Daniel said with a sly grin. "Would you be interested in some male company?" "Perhaps," Marissa replied, winking and downing the vodka. She hiked up her skirt just a tad, exposing her thigh. The man looked down and his smile grew wider. "Are you staying in the city?" Daniel continued. "Possibly. We haven't decided yet." "What are you babbling about?" Susan asked, eyeing her friend's skirt. "I was just telling Daniel that we're not sure if we're staying in the city tonight or if we have other arrangements." "We have other arrangements," Susan said, looking straight into Daniel's hazel eyes with a grim look on her face. She grabbed Marissa's arm and pulled her from the stool, just as she was about to order another vodka tonic. Daniel sat stunned, rubbing the back of his neck and squinting his eyes. Susan dragged Marissa through the bar, out the door, and back onto the street. "What the hell was that?" Susan yelled into Marissa's face. "Take it easy. We've got the rest of the night." "He seemed rather nice and he did buy us drinks," Marissa replied with a pucker. "You never take the first guy you meet," Susan chuckled. "Let's get you to the club before you start humping a lamp post." The line to Studio 54 stretched for two blocks, encompassing a diverse group of seventies stereotypes. There were men wearing polyester suits and afro wigs that looked absolutely ridiculous. Many women had on spandex leotards and crimped skirts; their hair brushed out to the max. Everyone in the line didn't look as candid, but the majority appeared as though they had stepped through a time portal. Susan and Marissa stood in the line, anxiously waiting and watching all of the people. A stifled version of "Staying Alive" blared through the walls and into their ears. "How long do you think we'll have to wait?"Susan asked impatiently. "Well the line is not moving, but I've seen a few people just walk right in," Marissa answered. "What's the deal with that?" "You know what that's about," she snickered. "They're putting out." "What's stopping us from trying?" Marissa said, squeezing her arms and pushing her breasts together. "What do you have in mind?" Susan inquired. Marissa yanked Susan out of the line and marched up to the very front. A short bald man, built like a tank stood between the girls and their fun. "You're not getting in," he said in a strong tone, eyeing the ladies up and down. Marissa grasped the bottom of her dress and slowly eased the fabric from her shapely body. The bouncer's eyes were fixated on her creamy white thighs and bare mid-riff that were now exposed to the summer air. Marissa leaned in, her scanty shorts tight against her ass and her cleavage spilling from her spotted top. "Will you please let me in?" she asked with pouty glossed lips. She ran her finger along her flat stomach, letting her bright red nail circle her abdomen. The bouncer unclasped the velvet rope and ushered the girls through, never letting his eyes wander from Marissa's firm ass. The atmosphere inside the club was exhilarating. A shiny disco ball illuminated neon tiles along the dance floor, while hundreds of people were moving to the beat of "That's the Way". Hundreds of others lined the bar and tables along the edges, while a few hundred more stood along the terrace on the second story. Marissa and Susan made their way to a table, where they were immediately followed by a plethora of guys. "I can't believe you," Susan shouted over the loud music. "You never cease to amaze me." "I got us in didn't I?" she responded. Susan didn't have time to get in an answer, because a dark haired man approached, offering to buy the girls a drink. "Good evening," the brash man said running a hand through his wavy black hair. "Can I buy you a drink?" "Sure," Marissa answered. "I'll have a Malibu and Pineapple." "That sounds good. I'll have the same," replied Susan. The man went to the bar and shortly returned with two drinks in his hands. "What's your name?" he confidently asked Marissa, handing her a brightly colored drink. "I'm Marissa," she replied. "And this is Susan." "Thanks for the drink," Susan answered, nudging Marissa under the table. "And you are?" Marissa asked. She noticed that the man was wearing a stylish pair of jeans, with a black t-shirt and brown jacket combo. He stood roughly 5'9 and his eyes were to die for. They were brownish in color, with an exotic flare about them. His face was clean shaven, with a broad jaw and chiseled features. "My name is Jack," he said with poise. Another man approached the table and stood next to Jack. He was a little shorter, with long blonde hair and more rounded facial features. "This is my buddy James." "Nice to meet you," Marissa responded. "What can we do for you?" "Well, would you be interested in a dance?" Jack inquired without losing his brass. Marissa thought for a moment, and then stood up, tugging the shorts that had crept into her nether region. Jack kept his cool, struggling to stop himself from mauling the scantily clad girl in the middle of the club. Marissa latched on to Jack's arm and they stepped onto the dance floor. "Burn Rubber on Me" rattled the club over the impressive sound system. The dance floor was crowded, but that didn't stop Marissa from showing her graceful moves to the handsome onlooker. She began with a simple two step, which Jack was able to easily keep up with. She clapped her hands to the beat of the music, letting the rhythm drive her movements. When the music would crescendo, Marissa dipped down with her legs spread wide; a quick uncovering of her red panties for any who were looking. She would then shimmy her way back up, until she was eye level with the entranced Jack. She waved her arms in the air, nestling her delicate back into the man's waiting chest. She dropped to the floor a few more times, letting her shoulder's graze Jack's pants as she rose up. The last time she came up, Marissa could feel a slight bulge in the fabric. Marissa took Jack's hands and tangled them around her body, growing so close that she worried their feet would collide. Marissa wiggled her hips, letting her ass rub against the hard protrusion. Jack closed his eyes, embarrassed and satisfied at the same time. Marissa bent forward and thrust her cheeks into his torso, feeling the growing erection poke her sparsely clad buttocks. After several thrusts and a moan or two from Jack, Marissa stood up and let her hands wander into his hair, allowing Jack's strong hands to explore her body. Jack rubbed his hands along Marissa's bare navel, circling the small button with his index finger. He ran the tips of his fingers along her ribcage, stopping just before the fabric of her top. His digits slid down her sides, as he leaned into Marissa's dainty neck and inhaled the sweet scent of her perfume. Her flowing red hair brushed against his forehead as he nuzzled her shoulder. Maybe it was the atmosphere. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was pent us sexuality. Whatever it was, Marissa didn't seem to give a damn that this stranger was making his way toward her neck. After all, she had basically brought it upon herself with the outfit and the dancing. Marissa closed her eyes and felt the sensual caress of Jack's lips skimming her neckline. She was sweating from the dancing, but shivers were rushing up her spine. Jack could feel her reaction and began licking the salty nape of her neck. His face was buried in her hair, searching for the sensitive area that would bring pleasure to his new plaything. Jack's hands continued to drift north, eventually cupping Marissa's right breast. Marissa let out a squeal, then immediately removed his hand and turned around to face the stranger. She looked deeply into his eyes, the confused feelings sending contradictory messages to her already buzzed brain. He pulled her close and she could now feel the bulge against her bare belly. She locked lips, kissing Jack in the center of the dance floor. Their saliva mixed and their tongues wrestled inside each other's mouths. Her lipstick tasted of strawberries, with a hint of pineapple on her breath. They embraced for several minutes, ignoring the frantic dancing that was going on around their quivering bodies. Susan was dancing with the shorter gentleman, when she looked over and noticed Marissa locked in a deep kiss with Jack. She rushed through the crowd and confronted the two. Marissa let off of Jack, and then looked brashly at her friend. "What's going on?" Susan asked with alarm. "We're kissing," Marissa retorted. "I don't see a problem with it." "I thought tonight we were going to take it easy tonight," Susan replied. Jack knelt forward and whispered something into Marissa's ear. A smile formed on her flushed face. "Jack has invited us back to his apartment for some fun," Marissa gleefully explained. "He's invited us both, so we can have go together." "What kind of fun?" Susan hesitated to ask. "Well we won't know what we're missing unless we go," Marissa added. "Sound like a plan?" Susan let out a sigh. "Alright. Let's go." The three gathered their things and made their way onto the street. The line to the club was still as long, but Marissa anticipated their evening to reach a new high when they made it to Jack's apartment. Jack hailed a cab, and then escorted the ladies into the musty backseat. He sat between Marissa and Susan, informing the driver of his address. The girls looked at each other with bright smiles on their faces. "What are you ladies giggling about?" he asked with a cocky grin. "Nothing. We're just feeling a little adventurous, going to a complete stranger's home," Marissa explained. She bit her lip, still able to taste Jack's kiss along its glossy ridges. "Adventurous?" Jack said, pondering the word. "Would you be interested in adding to the adventure?" The girls looked at each other once more, and then Susan spoke up. "What do you have in mind?" Susan asked. Marissa dug her nails into Jack's left thigh. "I was thinking that maybe we could play a game of truth or dare," he announced. Susan laughed. "How old are you? Fourteen? That's a kid's game." "Not the way I play it," Jack reiterated. "It's a little more "adventurous" and perhaps more of what you're looking for in a night." "I'm up for it," Marissa added, making swirls in Jack's pant leg with the tip of her finger nail. "What about you?" Jack inquired to Susan. "Damn. Alright, I'll play," she harshly answered. "Good. Let's get started. Marissa, truth or dare?" Marissa was uncertain which to choose. She wasn't sure how much she wanted to tell this guy, but then again she was trying to be adventurous? She let out a simple "truth" and shrugged her shoulders. "Truth. Good choice," Jack complimented. He thought for a moment, and then spoke. "Where is the strangest place you have ever had sex?" he asked without loosing his calm. Marissa took in a deep breath and thought about the question. She had sex on the beach once and in an airplane bathroom, but those were really the only strange places she had ever had sex. When she was younger, she had sex with a guy in the woods, but that didn't seem too weird to her. She decided the beach incident would be the most interesting. Daring Strangers and Summer Nights "Me and this guy were laying out on the beach in broad daylight, and we were making out. One thing led to another, and we wound up having sex right there in the sand. People were riding by on boats and yelling. It was a little awkward," Marissa explained. "That's it?" Jack asked with a smile. "You have to go into more detail than that," he demanded. The driver looked back in the rearview mirror. Marissa thought about what she wanted to say, and then debated on how much detail she really wanted to share. "Are you going to let us know how it all went down? Who initiated the kissing?" he asked with a smirk. "He did," Marissa replied. "He kissed me and we started rolling around in the sand." "What were you wearing?" he added. "I was wearing a blue bikini and he was wearing swim trunks," she responded. Marissa felt as though she was being interrogated, but the memories of that day were making her feel hot. "And how did they come off?" Jack asked. "He undid my top, and I kept my bottoms on," she said in a soft voice, almost inaudible. "How about him? What happened to his trunks?" Marissa closed her eyes and a smirk came across her face. "I pulled them down..." she answered, her face blushing. "And then?" "I went to town on his cock," Marissa said with a giggle, blushing a crimson red. Susan rolled her eyes. "Ah. That's better. Just a little detail helps paint a much more intriguing picture," Jack explained. "Now it's your turn," Marissa said as she gently caressed Jack's thigh. "Truth or dare?" "Dare," he said in a bold voice. Marissa thought for a moment, then looked in Susan's direction. Susan motioned her forward, and Marissa leaned over Jack, her ass straight in the air. Susan whispered something into her ear, which caused an exchange of laughter between the women. "What is it?" Jack asked. Marissa sat up and leaned back into the seat. "My friend dares you to whip it out right now," she said with a snicker. "You want me to pull it out in the back of this cab?" Jack shouted. The driver turned around and shook his head. "Mind your own damn business and maybe there will be a little extra for you at the end," Jack hollered at the driver. "Well I started this game, so I guess I don't have much of a choice," Jack declared as he reached for his zipper. He opened his fly and realized that he couldn't rustle out his member without undoing his belt and lowering his jeans. Jack unbuckled his belt, wiggling in the seat to try and shimmy his pants and boxers down his thighs. The girls waited in anticipation, both eyeing his groin for the first glimpse of Jack's manhood. Their patience was rewarded when Jack's cock sprung out full and erect. The girls leered at the size of his six inch member that stood at attention within their gaze. "So what do you think ladies?" Jack asked in a cocky manner. "Impressive," Susan said with a giggle. "Very impressive." "What about you Marissa?" Jack asked, noticing that she had removed her hand from his thigh when he was lowering his pants. "It's nice," she answered, her cheeks a rosy red. Marissa was thankful that it was so dark in the back of the cab, so that Jack couldn't see her complete reaction. Susan watched her friend stare wide-eyed at Jack's cock, paying particular attention to the way her hands were fidgeting with her shorts. "My turn," Susan announced with a wicked smile. "Marissa, truth or dare?" Marissa wondered what Susan had in mind, considering she could have asked Jack to do something even more embarrassing, but chose her instead. She weighed her options once more and decided a "dare" may prove most interesting. "Are you sure?" asked Susan with a giant grin on her face. Marissa was puzzled. What did her friend have in mind? "I'm sure," Marissa nodded in approval of her decision. What was the worst that could happen? "Fine," she replied with a smirk. "I dare you to touch it." Marissa looked into Susan's sinister eyes and took a moment to contemplate the words her friend had just muttered. What was the "it" she was referring to? Every possible connotation of the word "it" raced through Marissa's brain, being joggled about by the amount of alcohol in her system and the lights of the city rushing past. "Don't look at me like you have no clue what I'm talking about," said Susan, stealing a glance at Jack's erection. "You know you want to." Marissa looked into Susan's eyes, somewhat ashamed that her night on the town had so quickly brought her to this. She soaked up Jack's reaction to the "dare", garnering his sincere expression as a way to conceal his true feelings of lust. "Just take your hand and touch it," Susan mockingly instructed, reaching across Jack's legs to grasp Marissa's feeble right hand. "I'm sure Jack won't mind." Without much apprehension, Marissa's hand was guided to Jack's rigid shaft. Susan was in no way remorseful, forcing her friend to extend her index finger. She ran the pointer over the stiff veins that lined Jack's warm flesh, her well manicured nail tracing the pulsating nerves along Jack's cock. He smiled at Marissa, finding pleasure in the timidity of the girl's actions. Susan continued her game by leading Marissa's finger to the very top of the bulbous head. She pressed gently into the soft skin, circling the tip and then dipping down to the thick rim. Marissa could feel Jack's leg shudder when her finger skimmed the edge of his head, barely touching the sensitive area. Susan made a ring around the layer, before releasing her friend's perspiring hand on Jack's inner thigh. All three of them sat in quiet for the next few seconds, attempting to bring clarity to what had just happened. "Now how hard was that?" Susan asked breaking the silence. "Jack's turn!" Jack looked down at Marissa's hand resting on his thigh, pondering what to do next. Marissa was not put off by what had just occurred, and the fact that her hand was still inches from his dick was a sure sign. Marissa moved closer to Jack, laying her head on his shoulder and wrapping her legs under her body. She rubbed the small hairs on his thigh, lightly scratching his leg with her red claws. The tension was too much, causing sweat to drip from his forehead. "Alright," he said clearing his throat. "Marissa, truth of dare." "My turn again," she answered, biting her bottom lip. "I'll take another dare." Jack swallowed and looked into Marissa's sultry eyes. He wanted to dare this girl to do anything and everything. "I dare you to..." The brakes of the cab came to a screeching halt, jostling everyone in the backseat. "That will be 15 for the ride and an extra 10 for that..." said the cab driver nodding toward Jack's exposed private. Jack pulled up his pants and dug through his wallet. The girls stepped out of the vehicle, followed by Jack who gave the top of the cab a quick smack before ushering his company into a lavish apartment building. Marissa and Susan giggled down a large hallway, Jack in short pursuit. Marissa looked at the man and could only picture the large cock that was now tucked away behind his jeans. She was eager to get it back out, and imagined what the rest of the evening had in store. The girls passed an elevator and continued onward. Jack stopped at the elevator, making a lassoing motion with his hands. He pretended to wring the girls in, which furthered their fits of laughter. With a quiet "ding" the elevator doors slid open and the three rushed in. Jack tapped a button and the elevator came alive. Marissa stood opposite Jack, still amused with the thought of her touching him in the cab. Susan stood in the corner of the elevator, observing Jack and Marissa the way that a little kid watches a monkey cage at the zoo. Jack stared holes into Marissa's eyes, occasionally glaring down to cop a quick look at her chest. "I never had a chance to finish," Jack said. "Then finish," Marissa replied, leaning in closer to Jack's welcoming body. She could feel the bulge once more and the warmth of his body permeate through her thin clothing. Marissa wrapped her head around Jack's thick neck, aiming straight for his ear. With a slight breath, she whispered a single word; "finish". Before the last syllable had even left her tongue, Marissa seized Jack's hand and placed it firmly against her crotch. Sweat trickled down Jack's back, the words he wanted to string together unable to form. He stammered for a moment, caught off guard by Marissa's sudden approach. Her sex was fiery to touch, heat radiating from her tiny shorts. He regained his composure and tried to speak. "I have a Jacuzzi outside my apartment," Jack managed to verbalize. "I dare you to take a dip." "But I didn't bring a swimsuit," Marissa said wryly. "Will that be a problem?" she asked, applying pressure to her pubis with Jack's large hand. "No," Jack answered. "That will not be a problem." The elevator came to a stop and Marissa released Jack's hand. He rubbed his chin, discreetly smelling the sweet odor on the tips of his fingers. It was a sensual smell that provoked his hormones and intensified his libido. The trio exited the elevator and meandered down the hall. Jack fiddled with his keys and searching for the tiny piece of metal that would open the gates of heaven. They reached room "1204" just as he found the right one. He twisted the key and frantically turned the handle, anticipating the wild night that waited on the other side. He pushed the door open, directing the ladies with a hurried motion of his arm. Jack's apartment was enormous, decorated with attractive furnishings and modern fixtures. It was luxurious, captivating Marissa and Susan's attention. "I'm going to turn on the tub, but you're welcome to look around," Jack said while opening a sliding glass door imbedded in a giant window that expanded the full length of the wall. The moonlight cascaded into the room, illuminating the mahogany furniture and reflecting off the bottles of wine behind a fully stocked bar. "Oh my god!" Susan gasped. "This place is beautiful." "I agree," Marissa said as she sauntered into the living room. "What do you think he does?" "Maybe a banker," Susan guessed. "Perhaps he is a high class criminal. Do you really want to know?" she asked intently. "No. I don't," Marissa replied. She peered out the window, watching as Jack bent forward to examine the controls. He dipped his hand into the rushing water, checking to ensure that the water was hot and comfortable. "What are we going to do?" Susan asked. "What do you mean?" Marissa genuinely responded. "What the hell do you think I mean?" Susan retorted. "You want this guy bad and I'm here in the room." "So?" answered Marissa. "Just go with the flow." Susan shook her head, astonished by the way her friend was acting. "What if he wants to fuck?" asked Susan bluntly. Her expression was not of anger, but more of confusion. "Am I going to sit and watch?" "Let's just go with it," Marissa replied. "You've already made me touch him, so I know that you're up for some fun." "But what if he wants us both? Are you going to be comfortable with that? Sharing...being that close..." "We're thinking about this too much," Marissa responded. "Did you get a look at that cock?" she asked with a smile. "Of course I did," Susan answered. "I couldn't keep my eyes off the damn thing." "I don't think we're in over our heads or anything," Marissa added. "Let's take a deep breath and see where the night takes us." The sound of the door sliding along the groove startled the girls. Jack stepped in, a wide grin on his face. "Would you ladies be interested in a glass of wine?" he asked, shuffling toward the bar. "Of course," Marissa piped in. "That sounds perfect right about now." Susan nodded in approval, walking onto the terrace. Marissa watched her friend stand against the backdrop of the city skyline. It was an endearing sight, Susan's red hair flowing in the gentle night wind. "So how long have you two been friends?" inquired Jack as he poured a glass of wine from behind the bar. "We've been friends since college," Marissa answered, turning her gaze to Jack. "So you know a good deal about one another?" Jack asked, watching the movement on the terrace. "I know a lot about Susan. She likes to party and drink. She is addicted to "Gavin and Stacey" and sleeps with a stuffed bear tucked under her blanket," Marissa rambled, confused by Jack's distant expression. Marissa turned around to find Susan stripped down to nothing but her white bra and panties, climbing into the Jacuzzi. Jack's eyes were locked on the semi-nude girl lounging in his tub. A spark of jealousy overcame Marissa as she tried not to think about the thoughts that were now racing through Jack's mind. Out of desperation, Marissa raised herself onto the bar, purposely positioning herself between Jack's solid gaze and Susan's attractive body. She hovered in front of him, leaning in to let her cleavage fall forward. Her ass was high in the air, making it difficult to balance but well worth the trouble. Jack broke from his trance, stunned by Marissa's interruption. "I also know that there are things she won't do," said Marissa, slowly pulling off her top. "That I will." She knelt on the bar, her silky pink bra unveiled and lingering inches from Jack's face. Marissa extended her arms, and pulled Jack's head into her heaving breasts. She could feel his warmth as she held him close, his hands holding her bare midriff. Jack tenderly kissed Marissa's chest, each peck a soothingly cool embrace. Marissa's hands were tangled in Jack's hair, ruthlessly caressing his skull. Jack's hand began to move north, when Marissa pushed him off. "Not yet," she said, wagging her finger in Jack's puzzled face. He came out from behind the bar and Marissa eased off, leaning against a stool. "You want to help me out of these?" she asked with an inviting tone, sticking her thumbs into her shorts. The sexual tension was too much and Jack had to hold back the urge to rip Marissa's shorts from her torso. He positioned himself in front of the beckoning girl, their eyes locked in place. He pushed his tongue deeply into her mouth, pressing past her gloss coated lips. Marissa's tongue collided with Jack's, her legs growing weak. Jack quickly let off her lips and slowly dropped down her body, kneeling in front of the pink bow that decorated the front of Marissa's tight black shorts. He ran his hands up the snug fabric of her silk stockings, leading his coarse hands along her bare thighs and finally stopping at the elastic band inside her shorts. He jerked on the elastic, peeling the shorts down her lengthy legs. Marissa stood before Jack in nothing more than lingerie, stockings, and the black heels she had yet to kick off. He gave her an eye of satisfaction, then made a circular motion with his index finger. Marissa twirled around, letting Jack get a nice view of her round ass. "Are you finished?" he asked, silently praying she would take off more. Marissa turned toward the sliding glass door, eyeing Susan in the Jacuzzi. She retrieved her glass of wine from the top of the bar, and then propositioned Jack to follow with a single finger. She slid open the door, walking onto the terrace with clacking heels. The temperature change was comforting, a slight chill striking Marissa's flesh. Marissa placed her glass on the edge of the Jacuzzi, gauging both her friend and Jack's reactions. She turned her back to Jack, searching Susan's eyes for a sense of approval. She reached around her back, feeling for the clasps that held her bra in place. With a quick tug, she unhitched the clasp and exposed her bare back to the world. Marissa lowered her straps, letting them fall gracefully down her brittle shoulders. Her arms crossed, she held the cups of her bra in place and turned toward Jack. Jack's face lit up with anticipation of what was to come next. She undid her arms, releasing the cups and her small breasts spilling from their support. The bra dropped to the ground, Jack unable to take his eyes off the little globes of flesh he had been trying to sneak a quick look at all night. Marissa's breasts were not large, but they were way up firm and high. Her tiny areolas were the perfect size for her pert nipples, a faint shade of pink. Marissa turned around once more to face Susan. A large grin had formed on Susan's face, having observed her friend's now bare breasts. Marissa gripped the frilly black lace of her panties and slowly lowered them down her thighs. When the fabric reached below her ass cheeks, Marissa wriggled her hips in a sultry fashion. She could hear Jack's breathing change. Marissa bent forward, yanking her panties down the extent of her smooth legs. She wasn't sure what all Jack could actually see, but she knew that it was a lot. She slowly stood up straight, stepping out of her undergarment to sit on the edge of the hot tub. Jack's jaw hit the floor. Marissa sat virtually nude on the rim of his Jacuzzi, biting her lip and begging for him to come closer. Jack obliged, rushing to her beautiful body. Marissa extended her right leg, lightly kicking Jack in the shin. She shook her foot, signaling him to remove her shiny black heels. He unstrapped her left shoe, gently tossing it to the floor. Then he pulled down her silk stocking, flinging it over the side of the balcony. She smiled at the action. He did the same thing with her right heel and stocking, exposing the entire length of Marissa's flawless legs. "I'm ready to take a dip," she uttered in a provocative voice. Marissa slipped into the steamy water, the heat a stark contrast to the chill of her nude body. She drifted next to Susan, playfully splashing her friend before sipping a taste of sweet wine. "I guess we need to continue our game," she stated, propping her back against the side of the tub. Jack's hair was a tousled mess, the moonlight reflecting the sweat of his brow. Jack took off his coat and threw it on the floor, wrestling his shirt over his neck. His body wasn't completely ripped, but he was definitely tone and fit. Next came his jeans, dropping the heavy material to the ground. He kicked off his shoes and socks, standing in nothing but his blue boxer shorts. The girls could see his erection pleading to be set free. Jack yanked down his boxers, his cock sprung from its prison. It looked even larger now that the ladies could see the whole package. Jack joined the girls in the Jacuzzi, sitting opposite the lovely ladies. "Jack, truth or dare?" Marissa asked, continuing to take sips of her wine. Jack didn't even wait a second to respond, the word "dare" immediately shooting from his mouth. Marissa gave him a look of content, deviously thinking of what she wanted him to do. There were so many things, but what would be the most interesting? She glanced at Susan, wondering if she had anything in mind. Susan looked a bit tipsy, entranced by the skyline and the naked man sitting before her. Susan's white bra and panties were translucent in the water, revealing her large breasts and hard nipples. "I dare you to tell Susan your plans for the rest of the evening," Marissa commanded with a sultry smile. Jack was a little puzzled, expecting a more physical altercation than what Marissa had demanded. "I want you to be truthful!" she added. "Susan will know if you're lying." Jack moved closer to Susan, his cock swaying in the water. He hid his mouth, shielding his lips from Marissa's view, and whispered several muffled desires into Susan's ear. Marissa had no clue what Jack was saying, but watched Susan's face to judge her reaction. Susan's eyes widened and her jaw dropped, chuckling at one point while staring down at Jack's stiff cock. She whispered a few things in his ear as well. Daring Strangers and Summer Nights "Bad boy," Susan said, reaching for her wine glass. "You ought to be ashamed." "What did he say?" Marissa asked with suspicion. "I'm not telling," Susan replied. "You'll just have to find out for yourself." "It's your turn," Jack said, acknowledging Susan. Her face lit up with excitement. "Perfect," she replied with a grin. "Truth or dare Jack?" "Dare," he answered. "I know that Marissa loves oral sex. It's one of her favorite things to do with a guy and there are times she would rather have a slick tongue between her legs than a cock. I dare you to go down on her." "Under the water?" he asked humorously. He turned his gaze to Marissa. "What do you think?" She sat there in shock, finishing off her wine. Marissa could not believe how direct Susan had been tonight and the positions she had already put her in. She had told him how much she liked oral sex, but Marissa had never received it in front of other people. It was embarrassing and dirty, but the thought of Jack's head down there, licking and teasing her pussy sounded pretty damn good. "Okay," was her only response. Water sloshed around as Jack dove toward Marissa, resting his knees on either side of her outstretched legs. He gripped her waist, raising her slender body from the Jacuzzi. Water rained from her curvy hips and what lie between--Jack's strong arms guiding Marissa's bare ass to the edge of the hot tub, letting her rest atop the slippery rim. He ran his fingers along Marissa's smooth legs, his warm hands cooling her exposed flesh. She shivered, feeling his lips slowly press against her thighs. Each peck came closer to her aching pussy, the sexual tension intensely growing more with each embrace. Jack took Marissa's calves into his callous hands and gently raised her legs above the edge. Pulling her apart at the knees, she spread her thighs, exposing herself to the entranced man. He took a moment to look her over, brushing his fingers across the trim strip of hair that led to her slit. It pointed straight to where he went next, Jack lowering his head between her legs. His mass of hair tickled her inner thigh as he slid his tongue into her accepting lips. She squirmed for a moment, wrapping her legs tightly around his neck for support. Jack started out slow, inching his tongue along her wet opening. Occasionally, he would make little circles with the tip, massaging her thin lips with his rewarding tongue. It felt incredible and Marissa couldn't help but bite her own tongue to keep from screaming. Jack slid his tongue higher, searching for the tiny knot of hard flesh that would drive her mad. Finding the small nub, he gently tapped the thousands of nerve endings, sending swirls of ecstasy racing through Marissa's shaking body. She gripped the edge of the tub, trying to keep balance. Susan watched, her hands strangely hidden under the water. Marissa could feel her approaching orgasm with each flick of her clit. Jack didn't let up his tongue lashing, slapping the erogenous area with his powerful organ. The pressure echoed around her body, little pangs of pleasure reaching every part of her body. Suddenly, Marissa felt a rush of bliss as all her muscles contracted and released, forcing her to scream with delight. She let out a loud moan, bucking Jack's face and binding him closer to her swollen clit. As her orgasm subsided, Jack ran his tongue over the entirety of Marissa's pussy, lapping up the moisture like a dog. Marissa fell forward into Jack's waiting arms, gasping for air and relief. He held her close, suckling her neck as she huffed the night air. Resting her head on his shoulder, Marissa felt a sense of comfort in his arms-- she also felt his hard cock pressed against her firm belly. "Your turn," she whispered quietly into his ear, tenderly nibbling his lobe. She caught another glimpse of Susan, who was massaging her own breasts outside of her bra. "Marissa, truth of dare?" he questioned, squeezing her ass cheeks under the water. "I don't think you understand," Marissa said wryly. "It's your turn." She knelt down, the water stopping just below her breasts. Jack rose up, his cock now eye level with Marissa's flush red face. His dick seemed gigantic now that it was rocking back and forth in front of her gaze. Marissa wasn't always up for giving oral sex, but after the orgasm Jack had just given her she couldn't wait to have his cock in her mouth. Opening up, Marissa caught the head of his cock with her lips, the spongy head colliding with her silky tongue. She inhaled his manhood, taking in half of his shaft and then quickly pulling away. She bobbed to and fro, lathering his member with wet saliva. It was slippery to the touch, as she gripped the shaft and forcefully pumped him. Jack responded with a sigh, his thighs trembling the same way they had in the cab. Her lips puckered, creating suction around Jack's bulbous head. She continued to punish his manhood with her jerking hand, her tongue swirling around the sensitive area and nerve endings until Jack screamed. Marissa winked in Susan's direction, noticing that she had now completely removed her top-- her lush breasts dipped inconspicuously under the water. "Get up," Jack commanded, yanking Marissa up by her wrist. She grew nervous for a moment, wondering what was in store next. Jack led her out of the tub, leaving a trail of water all the way to his living room. Marissa collapsed onto the leather sofa, awaiting Jack's move. He hovered over her soaking wet body, lowering himself onto her chest. He slid his cock between her small breasts, Marissa instinctively pushing them together. "Susan told me you like this," Jack said as he thrust his dick into her cleavage. Although her breasts were not large, Marissa enjoyed having them pulled and manhandled. Having her tits fucked brought all of this and more. The moisture from the Jacuzzi had made them shiny and slick---perfect for fucking. Jack roughly groped Marissa's chest, pinching her hard nipples as he pushed in and out. Extending her tongue, Marissa tried to touch the tip of his cock as it grew closer to her face, but wasn't having much luck. She lay back, enjoying the way her breasts were being mauled and kneaded. "Tell me what you want," Jack asked between shallow breaths. "I want you to fuck me," she answered, feeling the familiar pleasure coursing over her body. "Fuck me!" Never one to displease, Jack launched himself off Marissa and aimed his cock for lower ground. He steadied himself by keeping his right leg extended and his left leg pressed into the couch cushion. Gripping Marissa's thighs, he yearned to be inside of her. At first, he merely teased her wet slit, slapping his cock against her opening with an audible smack. This drove Marissa wild, knowing that he was purposely trying to torture her. Jack slid the very tip of his head into her tight pussy, then hastily pulled out. "Fuck me!" she screamed. Jack slid two inches of his cock inside, feeling her walls tighten around his head. Marissa thought he may actually enter this time, but he retracted once more. She slammed her head into the couch cushion. "Fuck me damnit!" she hollered. Jack sloshed the tip of his cock up and down her slit, slapping it against her clit. He then lunged into her sopping wet hole, his full cock thrusting deep inside her pussy. Marissa squealed, taking in the entire six inches of Jack's manhood. He held inside of her, allowing the walls of her pussy to contract against his swollen dick. The feeling was intense, her pussy clenching his shaft as he rode Marissa's slim body. Susan stood nude outside the window, watching the sexual scene unfold. She pressed her body against the glass, the frigid texture chilling her nipples. The sight of Jack's ass tensing with every skillful plunge into Marissa's womb made Susan's body quiver with her own carnal needs. There was something about watching her friend being fucked that made her juices flow. Susan reached between her legs, dipping her finger into her tight pussy. Jack continued his assault on Marissa's pussy, slamming into her body with a rhythmic force. Wailing with pleasure, Marissa jettisoned her hips forward to match Jack's motion, steadily raising her ass off the couch. The feeling was electrifying, their synchronous motions timed to satisfy their orgasmic needs. Marissa felt the pangs of pleasure rushing through her body once more, a climax on the horizon. She unexpectedly pulled off Jack, rolling off the sofa onto the floor. A wooden coffee table became her crutch, as she raised her ass into the air. Her thigh muscles stiffened, wiggling her round ass in Jack's face. Without a doubt, he knew what to do next. Jack mounted Marissa from behind, inserting his cock into the slippery mess Marissa's pussy had become. With a resounding slap, Jack smacked her ass and banged her cheeks with his hairy thighs. She squealed as his cock stuffed her small hole once more--- a tighter fit this time. "Fuck that's good!" she screamed. Jack reached for a mass of red hair, garnering a handful between his sweaty digits. In the manner one might ride a wild animal, Jack used Marissa's hair to hold on tight. He lightly pulled, her head easing back. She turned to look at him, a devilish smile on her face. "You like that?" she uttered, backing her ass further into his thighs. "Fuck me harder!" His legs strained, bucking hard into Marissa's cheeks. She resisted, rearing back and forcing his cock deeper into her pussy. Susan leaned against the glass, the feeling of an orgasm coming to fruition. She steadily fingered herself, ferociously rubbing her wet clit. She noticed that Jack's hips were a blur, vibrating rapidly against Marissa's curvy ass. Marissa let out a deafening scream, climaxing to the riotous motion of Jack's cock. The feeling of her pussy contracting hurled her to new heights of pleasure, and then brought her skyrocketing down to earth. Jack's cock was throbbing and Marissa knew he would soon come. "Don't come inside me," she stated, gasping for breath. "Come on me, not in me." With one last "hurrah", Jack crashed into her. His balls slapped her pubis, his cock way too deep inside. Marissa shrieked, feeling a slight twinge of pain. Jack removed himself, immediately stimulating his cock with his hand. "On your knees," he commanded, slapping her ass. Marissa did as she was told, kneeling in front of his pulsating member. Jack cupped Marissa's cheek and pulled her closer to his shaft. She knew what he wanted and could see in his eyes that he was full of want. Marissa licked her lips, tilting her head at an angle. Jack gazed into her eyes as she lowered her mouth onto his balls, using her tongue to prod his left testicle into her mouth. Once it was settled, she ran her tongue along the ridges of his salty sac. She could hear him groan, as Marissa rolled it several times and let if fall closer to her throat. With a loud sucking sound, she released his right ball and inhaled his left sphere in the same manner. Jack had let up on masturbating himself, so Marissa took over. With her right hand, she pumped his shaft and continued to suckle the wet orbs that hung loosely off his body. Marissa could feel the surge of blood coursing through the veins of his meaty cock. She started working harder, her forearm aching from applying so much pressure. The throbbing increased and Marissa knew he was seconds from release. Susan had two fingers deep in her slit, squatting down for better access. Her juices glistened in the moonlight, as she felt herself begin to climax. She let out a shriek, a stream of pleasure flooding her exhausted body. Jack yanked Marissa's tired hand from his cock and returned to stroking himself. He struck the tip of his dick against Marissa's cheek, to which she smiled and scrunched her nose. His legs growing weak, Jack strained his face and felt the all too familiar sensation of come seeping up his shaft. Marissa waited in anticipation as a burst of white liquid shot into the air, finally resting on her rosy cheek. The warm spunk dripped down her face, forming a little puddle on her swollen breasts. Another blast spewed from his member, coating her lips and chin. She kept her smile, knowing that she had definitely pleased the man. ................................................ The train ride home to Marissa's was quiet and soothing. Both girls sat next to each other in silence, unsure of what to say. Their night on the town was filled with sex and excitement, but was it worth it? Watching the countryside fly by, Marissa thought about Jack and how she would probably never see him again. She had left her number, but she had a gut feeling that he wouldn't call. She had been his plaything for the night and it made her feel surprisingly good. After all, the intense feelings she had felt hours earlier were amazing and the lack of commitment was refreshing. Susan lay against her shoulder, sleeping serenely with her feet propped on the seat. Susan had seen every bit of it and pleasured herself to each sweaty moment. The thought of it stirred mixed feelings deep inside Marissa, but she knew that it was a rare thing between two friends. With a sigh of dignity, Marissa locked away the memories of her night and let the train carry her home.