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Tom's Visit

By: Rayreef



Patty picked up on the first ring, "Hello?"

"Hi, it's me."

"Hi, I just walked in the door, hang on, let me put these bags down." I could hear Patty's heels clicking on the tile, and could imagine her crossing to the dining room table to dump her burdens, "I've been running late all day, what time is it?"

"About 8:30.Guess who's here?"

A little exasperation leaked out. "Please don't make me guess, it's been a long day, I just want to take a bath and relax."

"It's Tom, Tom Charles."

"Your best friend from high school?" 

"That's the one."

"I thought he was in Alaska."

"He was. He's passing through on his way to a new job in Vegas. Can you come over?"

A sigh came through the handset. "Bill, it's a little late, I wish you had called earlier."

"I did. You weren't home."

"Yeah, sorry. It's been that kind of a day." 

I heard a chair squawk on the tile, followed by a sigh of relief as she sat down. I spoke up cheerfully, "Come on over and we'll make your night a lot better."

"Have you been drinking? I can hear it in your voice."

"No, well, just a little. Really, I'm on my second glass of wine. Tom flew in yesterday, got up at the crack of dawn and had long drive down from Frisco. He got here about four thirty. He's had a shower and shave, then I took him out and fed him, now he's feeling like his old self again. We haven't seen each other for quite a while, so we've been swapping lies and catching up. I've told Tom all about you, and he really wants to meet you."

"All about me? Hmm . . . Let's see, two old buddies talking about their girlfriends. I can just imagine what you've told him." 

I didn't want her to imagine too much, so I answered quickly, "Lot's of things. Like how smart you are, what a good business woman you are, and of course what a good cook."

That got a laugh. "Yeah right, real funny. Now what have you two really been talking about?"

"Gee, busted, you know me too well."

"And?"

"I told him about you, us."

"Uh huh, go on."

"Let's see. You know. How we met, how beautiful you are, how well we get along. Soul mates. Things like that."

"What else?"

"Well, I had to show him a few pictures. Kinda of show you off."

"OK, now we're getting somewhere. Which pictures?"

"The ones from Disneyland, and some from our last vacation."

"Which ones from the vacation?"

"You know that one of you in the blue and white knit bikini."

"I figured. What else?"

"Uh . . . A couple in the yellow bikini, and the one in the kimono."

"Hmm," She was on the scent now, "Let's see two bikinis and a barely there silk kimono, do I sense a theme here? Any others?"

"Yeah, a couple of 'R' rated ones. You know, the red lace, and the pink teddy. You mind?"

"Not really. They're your pictures to show. I've told you that before. Just how many have you shown him?"

"About ten of the best ones, he really liked them."

That extracted a giggle."I'll bet he did. Did you show him any nudes?" 

I teased, "No, not yet. I'd rather show him the real thing."

She flirted back. "Well I can see where your mind is, but I still like you anyway."

"I knew you'd understand. You know we've been best buds since second grade, so yeah, I bragged about you and our relationship."

She teased back. "Tell me more." 

I had a better idea, "Tell you what, why don't you take that bath and call me when you're ready to come over. You'll feel more like it once you freshen up."

"Sounds like a good idea, I'll call you back in a few and you can tell me what the plans are OK?"

"Plans? Yeah . . . All right. Take your time, but hurry up. Just kidding."

"I'll do my best, 'bye," she said clicking off. 

I turned to hang up the phone to find Tom standing attentively close by. I gave him the thumbs up and put the handset back in the charger.

Tom brightened noticeably. "She's coming over?"

"Yeah, I think so, but I'm supposed to tell her our plans when she calls back."

"So what are you going to tell her?"

"The truth. She already knows something's up. Did you see how quick she got to the pictures? She knows me. I'm just going to tell her what we've been talking about. Patty and I've been discussing the threesome thing for a while. I'm sure she knows that's what I'm leading up to."

Tom asked the obvious. "Has she actually said she would try it?"

"More or less. I'm the one who keeps bringing it up. She doesn't understand why I want to, but she said she would consider it to please me. We've agreed there's a difference between just sex and making love. We had a night when she brought her girl friend over and I ended up with both of them."

That got his attention."How'd that turn out?"

"All right. Perhaps a little too much to drink. Everybody left happy, no bad feelings. It just wasn't as good as I'd imagined."

Tom nodded knowingly, "That's probably not unusual. I've had a few experiences. It's hard for real life to live up to your fantasies." 

"Patty just doesn't want anything too planned. You know, if the right situation presents itself, and if everything feels right, just go with the flow and see where it takes us."

Tom took a seat on the couch, "Sounds good. From what you told me she's a very sensual woman, and those pictures aren't too shabby either. You're a very lucky guy."

"Don't I know it. I think tonight might be the right time, she hasn't met you, but she trusts me. If we take it slow and behave, who knows, this might work."

"Behave?" 

"Yeah. Come on, you know what I mean. Just be polite and respectful."

"Kinda like meeting parents?" A little jab to dilute my serious tone.

I had to smile, "Don't be a smart ass, you know what I mean. Just be yourself, no leering or drooling and we'll see what happens." 

"No problem. I'm just jazzed you're including me in this. I know it's not something you'd take lightly. I can tell you've put a lot of thought into this. Must be tough trying to find someone you'd try this with? I guess I came for a visit at the right time. Not that yapping at you hasn't been fun, but this is just . . . Wow!"

"I can't think of anybody I would rather share Patty with. I'm sure you'll really appreciate her. She's special. I don't think I could go through with something like this with just a casual friend or somebody we just met, specially the first time. I trust you. I know you'll be discreet.

I've asked myself why I find sharing Patty so intriguing. I know there are a lot of people who would find the idea of sharing your woman with another man odd, immoral, or just too kinky. I can understand their point of view, and I have given it plenty of consideration. For sure, some of my desire is voyeuristic, but there are other layers of reasoning for my wanting to share. She's exceptional in many ways, but her female attributes and erotic abilities defy description. You have to be with her to truly understand what I'm talking about."

I started pacing the room, trying to gather my thoughts, "Let me try and explain."

Tom leaned back on the couch, all ears.

Trying to make a long story short, I went on, "It's like if I had a really fine bottle of wine, by far the best wine I had ever tasted. How could I describe the flavor? If the supply was limited to one bottle, I would be tempted to hoard it, keeping it for myself, taking the occasional sip to make it last as long as possible. On the other hand if I had access to a steady supply I would want to share it with someone else who enjoy wine. That's sort of the way the way I feel about sex with Patty. I'm talking sex now, not love. There is no end to the supply, I can share, and still have all I want. Sharing Patty's sexual favors with someone I trust and who will fully appreciate her gifts, is what I hope to experience. I think you're the right person, at the right time."

Tom nodded, "Thanks. I'm glad you feel that way." 

I stopped pacing long enough to reel in another thought, "Of course, there's also the bragging factor. I'm showing her off to a friend, kinda like a hot car. I wouldn't just let you look at my new wheels sitting in the driveway. We would have to take it for a spin. Since you're a good friend and I knew you wouldn't abuse it, I might even let you drive. That way you could fully appreciate the acceleration and suspension. I know this might sound a little strange, but I'm talking sex between consenting adults, not love. Just the pure physical sexual pleasure shared between good friends. Patty and I have discussed this on more than a few occasions, and she's come to appreciate my point of view, if not completely understand it. I think it could work because Patty and I have a special, loving relationship, an unbreakable bond. We trust each other and wouldn't let anything or anyone come between us. This is strictly for fun."

I got the feeling I was over doing it, and cut the speech off, "Am I making any sense?" 

Tom sat back, "Whew! You did spend some time on this. It's not something that's easy to rationalize, but I understand where you're coming from. You didn't have to convince me. Ya had me with the first picture. Anyway, you know you can trust me, and I'll keep my mouth shut."

Out of gas and hot air I gratefully plopped down in a chair facing Toms, "Thanks, just be yourself and we'll see what happens."

"Sounds good. Anything I should know? Do's or don'ts?"

"Patty's up for most anything sexually. I can't think of any position we haven't tried. No rough stuff, and no anal. That's strictly private. She likes to be the center of attention, you know, compliments, massages, like that. She didn't have much experience when I met her, but it didn't take much to bring out her hidden talents. She's a natural. It's like she has a sexual sixth sense, exceptionally receptive, instinctively knows what feels good and acts on it. Feminine, sensual, with soft smooth skin, a great bod, fantastic rack, and tight and wet where it counts. It's almost like she was created for sex. If you get the chance, you'll see."

Tom quickly mulled that over then asked, "Oral?"

"A blow job is not out of the question, you've probably got a better chance of that than getting laid. She gives great head and loves to be eaten. She's got the best tasting pussy."

"All right! That's my favorite. If I get my face down there, you might have to pull me out by my ankles."

"Thanks for the warning. Remember, nothing is going to happen unless she wants it to."

"Understood. One more question. How in the hell did she end up with you?"

"I have no idea. I'm sure you'll ask her." 

We both sat quietly, expectantly. I turned on the tube to relieve the silence and to give us something to stare at as we each privately imagined what might come of this night. 

After an amazingly long half hour.

The thoughtful silence that had taken over the room was interrupted by the buzzing of the phone. Tom was closer and picked it up and tossed it to me.

I pressed 'talk', "Hello." 

A much more upbeat Patty answered, "Hi, I had a nice hot bath and am feeling a lot better. Now what do you boys' have in mind?"

"It's too late to go out. Just come over and meet Tom, have little something to eat, a glass of wine, and relax. No big deal. We're just telling stories and waiting for you . . . You know."

"I don't know, but I suspect. What have you got planned?"

I got up and moved into the kitchen, "Nothing etched in stone. We've been talking about a situation like this for quite awhile, I think this might be the night."

"So your talking about a threesome. You want to share me with Tom."

That stopped my pacing, "Well that's getting right to it. OK, yeah, that's what I've been thinking."

"Is he standing there?"

"No. I'm in the kitchen. He can't hear."

"What have you said to him?" 

"I told him we've talked about it, talked about it a lot. I told him how I feel about you. I even used the 'L' word. He's blown away that I would think of sharing you with him. He's had a few experiences, and he agrees with you, that it has to happen naturally. We're too good of friends to get into something that doesn't feel right. We'll just see how it goes. I know it's a little late but he leaves for Vegas tomorrow."

Her voice turned serious. "You haven't promised him anything?"

"No, of course not, there's no pressure. I want you to meet Tom, and even if nothing happens we'll still have a good time."

"Of course I'd like to meet Tom. After listening to all those stories about you two. I just don't want to feel like the main course at a very small dinner party."

" No problem. I hope it comes off, but if anyone's uncomfortable it won't happen. That's all."

There was a definite pause for thought. "All right."

"You're coming?"

A nervous laugh, "I hope so! . . . Just kidding. What should I wear?" The upbeat tone had returned.

"That's my girl. Keep it casual. If it doesn't work out it will be easier without you in one of your hot outfits." 

"Casual, you got it. I'll be there soon. Don't drink too much I don't want to be the only sober one."

"We'll control ourselves. What would you like?"

"I've already eaten, just some wine to take the edge off, I'm a little nervous."

"Me too."

"See you soon. Love you."

"Love you."

The grin on my face gave away the answer before Tom asked. "She's coming?"

I gave a slow nod and flopped in my chair. Relieved, but anxious, "Yeah. I need a drink." 

Tom moved past me to fill my request, "Nervous?"

"Hell yes!"

He raised his voice to be heard from the kitchen, "Hey it's just the three of us. Don't think so much. We'll let Patty set the tone."

I took the full glass from Tom, "Thanks."

Tom looked down on me shaking his head, "Patty's got to be one hell of a woman."

"Cause she's coming over?"

"No because she puts' up with you."

"True." 

Tom started talking baseball to pass the time and change the subject.

Thirty two minutes later. Knock, knock.

I thumbed the TV remote off and called from my chair, "Come in."

"Answer the door dumb ass." Tom chastised.

I hopped up, "Yeah, OK." 

I opened the door and received a quick kiss from a beaming beautiful blond. I pulled her to me, repeating the kiss, "Hi Sweetie, you got here quick."

She replied confidentially, "Yeah, I didn't want to have to much time to think this over." 

.I could hear the strain of uneasiness in her voice. I gave her a reassuring hug, "You look great, and smell good too."

"Why thank you sir. It's 'Knowing', by Estee Lauder." 

She offered me her neck for another whiff. "Very nice, I'll have to write that down for future reference." That took care of one item on the birthday list.

I stepped back letting her by and waved my hand toward Tom standing in front of the couch, "Patty, this is Tom."

Tom's face lit up as he approached. "Hi, Patty. It's great to finally meet you. After listening to Bill all afternoon, I had my doubts, but I see now that he might have undersold you."

Her natural smile ended the pervasive apprehension in the doorway as she greeted Tom. "I'll take that as a compliment."

"It was meant as one." Tom stepped back and gave her an exaggerated appraisal. "You are one good-looking woman, and that perfume just adds to it."

Patty reached out and gave him a quick hug, "I'm glad you like it, I just got it."

I shut the door and headed for the kitchen, "OK, enough of the 'Patty's Admiration Society' meeting, can I get you a glass of wine my dear?" 

Patty trailed me across the room, "Yes please, white."

I opened the fridge, "Coming up."

Patty glanced at the bottles on the kitchen counter. "Have you guys been good?"

I held up a couple of fairly full bottles, "Yes Mam! We've managed to keep each other from chugging all the booze." I checked out her outfit as I filled her glass.

She was wearing light tan pants, a white knit top with a scoop neckline and white high heel shoes. Her hair and makeup, perfect as usual. Casual, but still sexy. She could be wearing a garbage bag and still look hot. The top wasn't tight, it didn't have to be, she has a spectacular body, petite with a stunning pair of natural D cup breasts that have to seen to be fully appreciated. Blond hair, blue eyes. Patty kind of resembles that 60's actress Connie Stevens, with a bit of Dolly Pardon thrown in. Her smile may be her best asset but you could get a lot of arguments on that. She'll be wearing lace panties, most likely a thong with the light-colored pants, (you do learn some things when you go shopping with a woman). She always wore a bra. Said she had too much upstairs to go out bouncing around braless in public. There was only one brand she would buy, and sometimes it was a quest to find them. 

I handed her the glass and stole a quick kiss for my tip.

She took over my favorite chair. A large overstuffed style, almost big enough for two side by side, with oversized upholstered arms and a matching ottoman. The kind of chair you can flop in, drape yourself in any position and still be comfortable. Tom sat on the couch and I stretched my legs out on the carpet with my back against the rolled up futon against the wall. This is strictly a bachelor pad, a small studio I had moved into after the divorce. 

We made light chit chat while sipping our drinks. Patty and I were sharing a bottle of wine, vodka/tonic for Tom. I refilled the drinks and the conversation really started flowing when Patty asked Tom about a few of our adventures. Tom related his version of the events. Of course they weren't exactly the same as the way I had told them, much to her delight. Patty told some less than flattering stories about me, all in fun. They were ganging up on me, I didn't mind, we were all laughing and having a good time.

Tom excused himself to use the bathroom, giving me the chance to ask Patty how she was feeling.

She stretched her feet out onto the footrest, "Well, I'm on my second glass of wine, I'm relaxed and really enjoying the conversation. Looks like it could be a good night." 

"I hoped you were going to say that. Tom's a great guy and he really seems to like you."

She held her hand up, "You don't have to sell me on Tom. I can see why you're such good friends, and why you trust him. Now what have you got in mind for us?"

"I don't really have a plan," then offered, "I'm letting things take their natural course."

Patty glanced up at the clock on the bookcase, "The conversation's been fun, but not exactly arousing. The wine is helping but if you want to make this work, your going to have to get things heated up. Are you sure you want to try this?"

"I'm sure. Just nervous."

Locking her eyes on mine, "Before he comes out, I need to know. Do you want Tom to have me? Yes or no?"

I could feel the heat rising past my ears. "Yes."

She took a moment before adding, "I think I'll be all right as long as you're in the room, you're not going to leave us alone are you?"

"No. I'm not going anywhere." 

She nodded, then smiled, breaking the tension, "What kind of night would you like to have, handcuffs and blindfolds?"

Relieved, I bantered back, "I was thinking whips and chains. Just kidding, no toys, just you."

She moved and stood directly in front me, holding out her hand, "Come here."

I got up. She moved to stand toe to toe, eyes inches from mine, "If we get started and I don't like it?"

I maintained the eye contact, "Just let me know, and that's it."

"Just making sure," then brushing my hair back with her finger tips, "You Ok?"

"Still nervous."

"Me too. Have some wine, it's getting late."

Tom made the appropriate amount of noise coming out of the bathroom to announce his return, then made his way back to the couch, "I miss anything?"

"I was telling her all the bad stuff about you." 

Tom grinned, "All done?"

I shook my head, "You weren't gone that long." 


Tom's Visit Ch. 02



Patty picked up on the first ring. "Hello."

"Hi," I answered enthusiastically. "Pack your bags. We're going to Vegas!"

"We are?" Not so enthusiastic.

"Yep, I already called the airline, we're all set."

Just a short pause before she gave in. "Ok, I'll bite, when are we going?"

"Tomorrow!" More enthusiasm to overwhelm any resistance. 

"Wait wait wait! Tomorrow? I'd like to go to Vegas, but a little notice would be nice. I've got things-"

"No you don't."

"I'm supposed to meet my-"

"Cancel. We're going to Vegas. I know you can make it happen."

"What's up? Why the hurry?"

"Tom called. He has a place for us to stay for free, that's why we're flying. With no hotel bill I can afford plane tickets and some good dinners, maybe a show and a little gambling."

"Still, this is a little sudden."

I played my ace, "Shopping!" I leaned back and focused on the ceiling, waiting for a response.

Finally. "How long are you planning to stay?"

Bingo. "That's my girl. Three days, two nights."

After a short pause. "Tomorrow. What time?"

"My brother is taking us to the airport. We'll pick you up at noon. The flight leaves at two fifteen. We'll be there a little after three."

"Shopping?"

"You bet. Shop all day if you want, but I'll need you free for the evenings."

Her tone changed for the better. "I think one afternoon will do. And the evenings are all yours."

Score! "That's my girl. Let's do it."

"Ok. Get off the phone, I've got to rearrange a few things. I'll see you at noon tomorrow."

"We'll be there. Love you."

"Love you, bye."

The next day everything came off as scheduled. My brother did his part, and traffic wasn't a problem. We were soon sitting in the holding area waiting for our flight to be called.

Patty fidgeted. With her carry on, "I hope I packed everything."

"Two suitcases and a carry on for two nights. I think you'll survive."

"You didn't tell me where we're staying, or what kind of places we'll be going to. I had to pack a lot of what ifs."

"You'll be fine. It's Vegas, anything goes."

She couldn't hide the smile, "Anything goes. Sounds like this could be an interesting weekend." 

"You bet. Tom's picking us up and taking us to where we're staying. He said we won't need to rent a car."

"Good. More money for shopping. You have any idea where we're staying?"

"Tom said he's taking care of everything. All we have to do is enjoy."

Patty tilted her head and made eye contact, "You boys haven't been making any plans have you?"

I had nothing to hide. "Nope. You know as much as I do."

"You may not have any plans, but I'll bet I know where your mind is."

"No bet. I want to do a little gambling, but I don't want to start out by losing to you."

Our flight was called, we filed on board and took our seats. Now we could relax, our mini vacation had officially started. 

I put my hand over Patty's on the armrest, "I have a feeling this is going to be a great weekend. Tom wouldn't tell me, but it sounded like he's got some fun lined up."

"Well it's Vegas! Lot of possibilities. Thanks for talking me into coming, I'm excited." 

"I can tell." I made a point of looking at her sweater where her nipples were showing the effect of the cool air coming from the overhead vent. She glanced down, rolled her eyes, laid her head on my shoulder and slept all the way to Vegas. Patty looked very Peaceful and comfortable in her jeans and sweater. I just sat back and enjoyed the view, both inside and outside the plane. 

We got off the plane expecting Tom to meet us, but didn't see him. The two of us decided to go get our luggage and see if he was waiting there. We didn't get far when a distinguished looking silver haired gentleman approached us and asked, "Excuse me. Would you happen to be Bill?" 

"I sure am."

"Hi, I'm Earl, a friend of Toms'. He asked me to pick you up."

"How did you know it was me?"

Earl managed to keep a straight face, "Tom said to look for an average guy with a hot blonde that was too good for him."

That got a smile from Patty and a laugh from me. "Ok, I guess Tom did send you." I stuck my hand out, "Nice to meet you Earl. The hot blonde is Patty."

Patty offered her hand, "Hi Earl. Thank you for meeting us."

Earl shook Patty's hand, "Welcome to Las Vegas. Tom described you rather well. I couldn't have missed you. He didn't spend much time describing Bill." 

I laughed. "Yeah that's Tom. Where is that SOB, in the bar?"

"No, not yet, he's actually working. He had an unscheduled delivery of some plumbing parts. Had to have his personal signature. Apparently some very expensive pipes. Let's go get your luggage."

We headed off to the luggage carousels and located our bags. Earl picked up both of Patty's suitcases. He glanced over to me as he put them both down to get a better grip. "How long are you two staying?"

I smiled, "Two nights." 

I noticed his head shaking slightly as we followed him out of the terminal. Earl was probably six three, late fifties, wearing an expensive looking suit, no tie. He seemed to be in good shape, hauling Patty's luggage all the way without setting them down. We reached for our sunglasses as we stepped out under the dazzling afternoon sun baking the sidewalk. He led us up to the curb where a white stretched limo was idling, waved at a security guard standing nearby, then loaded our bags into the trunk, "Helps to know people at the airport."

Earl opened the door and waved Patty in, I followed but had to ask, "Did Tom have a winning streak?"

Earl shook his head, "If he has, he didn't tell me, he owes me a lunch. Tom's a friend of mine, you're friends of his. I've got a limo, you've got a ride." Closing the door behind me, our chauffeur got in the drivers' seat.

Patty asked, "Is this is your limo? Must be good money driving the rich and famous around Las Vegas?"

"I do quite well thank you, but I work for Mr. Stewart, the same as Tom. I'm his personal driver. He's out of town and I've got the weekend off."

"Well thank you again for picking us up. This is really nice."

"Tom thought you would like it."

As we pulled away from the curb Patty asked,. "Where're we going?"

"It's a surprise, enjoy the ride."

We were apparently getting the twenty-dollar tour. We drove right up the strip. The city had really changed since the last time I was here. Looked like Disney had paid a visit.

I checked out all the new resorts and casinos. " Wow! There's been some changes made."

Earl glanced at us in the rearview mirror, "Gambling, entertainment and construction. Twenty-four seven."

"Sounds like a good place for Tom."

"Yeah, he's been doing really well since he moved here. What's it been, almost a year?"

"I guess it has. Patty, you keep better track of time than me, been a year?"

"Almost, since he stopped by from Alaska."

I nodded. "Time flies. I think we've only talked twice on the phone since he got here. We've never been much for phone calls."

We cruised through downtown and the strip and now seemed to be in a new, apparently affluent neighborhood.

Patty looked back as the hotels and casinos were left behind. She moved forward, leaning over the front seat to look through the windshield. "Are there nice hotels off the strip?"

"Don't worry young Lady. Tom has a really nice place picked out for you."

After a few minutes, Earl pulled the limo off the tree-lined boulevard and onto a curving cement approach which brought us before a large wrought iron gate. There were high stucco walls extending from either side of the gate, with hedges and trees bordering the cobblestone drive on the other side of the gate. Earl punched a button on the console, the gates swung in and we continued up the drive. It climbed at a fairly steep grade until we rounded a stand of trees and the house came into view. I say house, only because it seemed to be a private residence and not a resort or hotel. Split level, two and three stories, Spanish style topped with red roof tiles, and archways running the length of the terraces fronting both wings. Earl drove us around the cobbled drive and stopped in front of what I guessed was the front door, or maybe grand entrance might better describe it. Large natural stone steps led up to two huge doors set back in a shallow courtyard. I walked the length of the main house and found the residence continued toward the rear or the property with two story wings connected to the main house by covered walkways. The whole property was lushly landscaped with a mixture of desert and tropical trees and shrubs. As I made my way back to the limo, I could see part of a garage with multiple doors about a hundred yards further down the driveway. The shade trees made it appreciably cooler than it was outside the airport. We were standing in the shade taking it all in when a familiar voice interrupted our rubber necking.

"Who the hell left the gates open and let these commoners in?"

Tom strode over and gave Patty a big hug. He yelled over to Earl unloading the trunk. "We'll keep this one. Have the other thrown off the grounds."

I jumped right in. "Who are you, the stable boy? Who do you think you're talking to? Earl, have this person whipped and thrown to the dogs."

Earl threw his hands up laughing. "I'll just let you settle this among yourselves. I'll take this young lady with me. For her own protection of course."

Patty grabbed her carry on out of Earl's hand, "I think I need protection from all you dirty old men."

Earl closed the trunk, "So much for my disguise. Where do you want the bags?" 

Tom shook his head. "Don't worry about it. We'll get 'em, thanks. Are you going to be around?"

Earl climbed back in the limo, "I'll be home, give me a buzz if you need me." He headed down the drive toward the garage.

Tom came over and shook my hand. We aren't much on hugging.

He slapped my shoulder. "How the hell have you been? You sure haven't gotten any better looking. Now Patty on the other hand, the desert sun seems dim next to your radiant beauty."

I laughed. "Oh man, how long have you been practicing that line."

"Only fifteen minutes."

Patty interjected. "I thought it was nice. Thank your Tom. Always the gentleman."

I looked up shading my eyes. "The sun must be getting to us. Where the hell are we staying?"

Tom spread his hands, "Right here, at Casa del Tomas."

"Yeah right."

"No really. It's obviously not my place, but the owner lets me live here while I supervise the work on the new spa and lap pool."

"Supervise? Sounds like you're the top dog."

"You bet, I'm the plumbing contractor, I'm also in charge of the construction crew. The site is at the back of the property. We're just getting started."

I scanned the estate, "Nice set up."

Patty walked up the steps, "Can we look around?"

"You can do anything you want. You're guests here, the place is yours."

I asked, "What about the owner?"

"That would be Mr. Stewart. He's in Spain, won't be back for two weeks, if then. He's got houses all over the world."

"What's he do?"

"Makes money. Lots of money. Oil, entertainment, casinos, and part of an airline."

"How did you get here?"

"Somebody screwed up his plumbing. A friend suggested me. I told him the truth, no bullshit, and fixed his problems. It was a mess and it cost him, but I got the job done right. I guess I know what I'm doing. Been doing it long enough."

"Mr. Stewart must have thought so to put you in charge, plus letting you stay here. Good for you man."

"Yeah Mr. Stewart is quite a guy. It's great working for someone who knows quality. The other contractor was using crap and unskilled labor to stretch his profit." 

"You call him Mr. Stewart?"

"Yeah, you would too if you met him. He's just that way. Where did Patty go?"

"Who knows, you said the place was hers."

"Grab some bags and let's get you settled in."

Patty didn't get far, she was still in the front room, it was as big as a tennis court. Three stories of tinted glass windows faced downtown. Natural stone covered the floor and most of the walls. There was a fireplace large enough to stand in. Groupings of oversize furnishings tried to make the room homey. Two dark wood stair cases climbed opposite walls to the third floor. Three huge ornate wrought iron chandeliers hung from the ceiling,

"Follow me." Tom led the way straight through the room and out through two stained glass doors to the central court enclosing the biggest private pool, I've ever seen. No straight sides, more like a natural lagoon with lots of tropical foliage, topped off with a waterfall at the opposite end. A small resort style, pool side bar took up one corner of the natural stone pool deck. 

"Looks like a movie set." I suggested.

"Yeah, I know. The guy who designed it does just that, come on."

We followed Tom to the right along the flagstone pool deck. We came to a small patio with benches and a little fountain. A double door opened to wide entry, to the left a beautiful full kitchen with a wet bar built into the wall. The bar had sliding glass windows allowing access from the pool deck. A cozy dining area separated the kitchen from the large sunken livingroom. The partially open drapes revealing a garden view. We put down the luggage and Tom showed us around the kitchen, pointing out which switches worked which lights and such. He didn't bother with the appliances. He probably didn't think we'd be cooking much.

Tom hoisted his load once again and led the way up a staircase. The next floor was one large room, well furnished with couches, oversized chairs, entertainment center, wet bar, and more floor to ceiling windows. The floor was smooth adobe colored tiles with plush carpets here and there to fill the wide-open spaces. Several sliding glass doors opened onto a full length terrace, furnished with chaises, chairs, tables, tropical foliage and a deluxe hot tub.

I shook my head. "You're kidding."

Tom grinned, "Wait till you see upstairs."

Patty dropped her overnight bag and ran up ahead of us. 

"Bill you've got to see this!" came echoing down the stairs.

I picked up one bag, "I think she wants me to go up and see." . "I think you're right. Go on, I'll bring the rest up in a few minutes."

Patty was not in the bedroom when I topped the stairs. The bedroom was as impressive as the rest of the place. Not hard to hide in here. I looked into a walk-in closet that was bigger than most bedrooms. "Where are you?"

"Come see!"

I followed the voice and found Patty in her own little heaven. The bathroom of all bathrooms. A marble edifice. Acres of polished stone, mirrors, and porcelain of all sorts. Including two separate toilets, (no waiting), a bidet, a huge sunken bathtub, three sinks and a glass-enclosed shower you could wash a car in.

Patty pulled open the large hinged glass shower door and looked in, "Can you believe this?"

"The better question might be, will I ever get you out of here?"

Ignoring my comment, she stepped inside, "Look at all those shower heads, and that's a Jacuzzi in the corner."

"A spa in the shower, nice touch. I must admit, this place has possibilities." 

"Do you like the accommodations?" Tom had come in behind us.

I nodded thoughtfully, "I think we can rough it for a few days."

Patty just beamed, "I'll try to make do."

"Tell you what. Don't bother unloading all that luggage, just grab your swim stuff and meet me at the pool for an afternoon snack and a welcome to Vegas drink. I'll see you down there in a few minutes."

A half hour later Tom was opening our second beers when he had to ask, "What's keeping her?"

"You've got to be kidding. That was like letting a six-year-old loose in Disneyland. We may never see her."

"Are you two talking about me?" Patty was making her way down the outside stairway from the second floor terrace. 

"Man!" Tom's usual comment when he saw something he liked. Patty was wearing her blue and white bikini. It looked like it was knitted directly onto her body. It was one of my favorites, and apparently Tom liked it too. "That's the one from the picture."

Patty smiled from under her visor, "You remembered, how sweet."

"Sweet nothing, I gave him a copy before he left."

Tom got up and moved behind the bar, "It came in handy too. How do you think Earl picked you out at the airport? Sorry Patty, but the odds were that more than one hot blonde just might be coming into Vegas for the weekend. I didn't want Earl approaching every blonde at the airport." 

"I'm hurt."

"No you're not. I have no doubt, that you were the hottest blonde at the airport."

Patty laughed, "Good save, you're off the hook."

Tom offered, "Beer?"

"No thanks, just some cold water for now. I want to get a little sun before it goes down. You guys can catch up."

Tom handed her a bottle of water. "You've got about an hour before it goes behind those trees, use those lounges over there."

Tom stared after her as she headed for the lounges closest to the pool, her luscious backside moving in that purely female fashion, accentuated by the brief bikini and her confident stride. Smooth, firm thighs tapered to exquisitely shaped calves. Her small feet carried her across the deck gracefully perched atop high heeled sandals. "Man. She's . . . "

"Yeah, I know." 

"I don't know how you ended up with her, but I'm glad you did. At least I get to see her once in a while. Thanks for coming."

"Thanks for the invitation. I may have trouble getting her to come home with me."

"I see you've figured out my ultimate plan."

I waved my beer at the surrounding wings, "What a place. You use a map?"

"Sometimes I need one when I'm inside the main wing. It's a little too much sometimes. What did you two want to do while you're here?"

"We're at your mercy. Patty wants to go shopping. A little gambling for me, that's about it."

"We'll go to the strip tomorrow, how about tonight?"

"We're all yours."

He returned to his chair, "Good we'll go to this club I know for dinner and a little entertainment." 

"Sounds good. Give us some notice though, she takes a while to get ready."

"Let's say eight, eight thirty. Meet you right here. I'll leave you two to settle in. I've got a little business to take care of. I'll be done in plenty of time, I'll see you then. My phone is number eight on the speed dial on any of the phones. There's only one maid on duty this week. You can find her in the main wing or just push the 'staff' button on the phone. You won't see her unless you call. You have the pool to yourself, relax and have fun." 

"I think we can handle that Thanks again."

Tom got up and strolled over to Patty, telling her what was up and to get a good eyeful before he left. He came by me on his way out shaking his head, "Man."

We stayed around the pool until almost sunset, then headed upstairs to get ready for dinner. Patty headed into the bathroom while I turned on the tube and found a tourist channel publicizing all the entertainment possibilities in and around Las Vegas. The door to the bath was wide open and I could hear water running when she shouted for me to come in. Patty was in the shower with a few of the many shower heads going. The shower's glass walls were perfectly clear, not the usual foggy, wavy stuff. I took a seat on a marble counter top and watched as she tried a few more outlets. 

She smiled through the glass,"This is great, we have to get one of these."

"Sure, we'll get the new model with the heated waterfall."

"That would be nice. What should I wear tonight?"

"I don't even know what you brought. I kinda like what you're wearing right now."

"Thanks, but not appropriate for a restaurant."

"Just wear something sexy."

Her tone turned serious."I want to talk to you about tonight, and this weekend."




Tom's Visit Ch. 02



I scooted back and leaned against the mirror, "Fire away."

"I want to be with you tonight."

I was somewhat distracted by the nude wet woman on the other side of the glass, "Was I going somewhere without you?"

"No, but I want tonight to be just us."

"Tom's taking us to dinner."

"I know, I meant afterwards."

Message received. "Ok. I hear what your saying. We didn't make any plans. I haven't talked to Tom, other than when you were there."

"It's just after his visit, you know, he might be expecting something. I want tonight to be just you and me. We can talk about rest of the weekend tomorrow."

"I understand."

"Can you say something to Tom? I don't want tonight to be uncomfortable."

"No problem. I'll just tell him it's going to be a romantic evening. How's that sound?" 

"Thank you."

"Need some help with that soap?"

"If you come in here now will never make it to dinner. Let me get ready and I'll make it up to you later."

"Deal."

I met Tom by the pool at eight thirty.

He looked up the stairs behind me. "Where's your better half?"

"You didn't expect her to be ready right on time did you? How unfashionable."

"Well, she's worth waiting for."

"Yeah, about tonight. Patty wants it to be romantic, just the two of us tonight, you know after dinner . . . You know what I mean."

"You want me to get lost, after dinner?"

"That would be great."

Tom laughed. "No worries, I'll disappear after dessert. I'll leave you a pager so you can get Earl to take you wherever you want to go. How's that sound?"

"We can get a cab."

"Not very romantic. Earl will be happy to pick you guys up."

"Thanks. Here she comes."

Patty came gliding down the stairs looking stunning as usual. Sexy with class. She was wearing an ice blue dress which brought out the color of her eyes while tastefully showing off her spectacular cleavage. As she came down the stairs there was a lot of smooth tan leg showing. The skirt had several sections cut at various angels that varied the length of the dress from just above her knees to mid thigh. I had seen this dress once before and complimented her on it. Her blonde shoulder length hair was arranged in her unique sophisticated style, softly framing her face. Blue eyes sparkled over her magnetic smile.

Tom got to his feet, grinned, and broke into a hillbilly drawl, "Yahoo girl! You clean up real good!"

Patty laughed, picking up the drawl. " Why thank you Tom. I made it out of Mama's old handkerchiefs. Ready to go?"

"We are now. Earl's waiting in the drive."

Patty grinned, "We're taking the limo to dinner?"

Tom grinned back, nodding, "Of course, nothing but the best." 

Earl was standing by the car with the door open, offering Patty his hand, "Boy, do I know how to pick up women at the airport or what. You look beautiful."

Patty accepted his help, "Thank you Earl. And thanks for driving us."

"You're very welcome, wouldn't have it any other way."

I joined Patty in the back seat, Tom went around to the other side and sat shotgun with Earl. Patty took note, kissed my cheek and squeezed my arm, "And thank you."

The club was understated for Las Vegas. An unremarkable entrance, without so much as a neon sign. A doorman checked us in and said hi to Tom. We were seated at a private booth with a view of the nearby lounge. We had cocktails and an excellent dinner. The conversation was light, mostly catching up on the news of the last eleven months. Although Patty attempted to grill Tom on any females he might have an interest in, without success. The service was excellent, the check never appeared, and Tom disappeared after desert as promised. 

Patty scanned the room, "Where did Tom go?"

"Don't worry he'll find something to do. What would you like to do?"

She leaned over and gave me a sweet kiss on the lips, "Just be with you."

"Tom recommended the club upstairs."

She stood and reached for my hand, "Lets go."

I was very aware of all the heads turning as we moved across the room to the stairs. It always made me a little uncomfortable but Patty never seemed to notice. Upstairs was a plush cocktail lounge / dance club. According to a card on our table, a strip club after midnight. It was beautifully lit and furnished, and the waitresses were attractive and efficient. We had two cocktails each and even shared a slow dance. We were about to call it an evening when the lighting changed, some tables were moved and three small stages were revealed. The strip show was about to start. We decided to sample the show before heading home. A new group of waitresses appeared, or maybe they had just changed costumes. Tiny ass baring shorts and thin tight tops without bras replaced the more standard outfits they were wearing earlier. A few people left but a lot more came in, mostly couples. Some of the women coming in were wearing some very revealing outfits. This was a different crowd than the dinner/ cocktail patrons. I couldn't miss the large servings of cleavage and leg that were on display, and this was the audience. Patty leaned over and whispered, "I almost feel overdressed."

"You look great, but I see what you mean."

I had been to a few strip joints, never in Vegas, and nothing this classy. The overhead lights dimmed and spotlights lit the three stages. Music started and three absolutely beautiful women climbed short sets of stairs to take their places on the individual stages. They each had on different outfits and all danced in their own styles. It was somewhat distracting trying to watch all three simultaneously. I finally settled on the redhead that was closest to us. She was very attractive with flawless skin and a great rack. She danced with professional ease and made good eye contact with the crowd. It took them three tunes to get down to their G strings and received a long loud round of applause. They put on quite a show. Nothing like the strippers I had seen before. This place was definitely a class act. Thank you Tom.

Patty touched my arm at the end of the first set, "I can see you're enjoying the show but I want to take you home and have you for myself. Do you mind?"

"Not at all. That was a hot show, but I have a feeling there's a better one to come."

I pushed the button on the pager and led Patty out of the club. Even being 'overdressed', she still drew more admiring looks on the way to the door. We had to wait probably two minutes before Earl pulled up in the limo. I held up my hand to keep Earl seated while I opened the door for Patty to slide in, then joined her.

Earl looked over his shoulder. "Where to?"

"Home James! Sorry. I had too."

Earl bared his teeth, "I know. Don't do it again."

We got comfortable as we watched the Vegas light show stream by the tinted windows. Once we left the glitzy strip we started making out like teenagers. Earl had his professional blinders on and delivered us to the front entrance almost too quickly. Our chauffeur manned the door, offering his hand as Patty slid across the seat. I noticed that the blinders had been removed, allowing a professional appraisal of Patty's cleavage as she stooped out the door. 

Earl asked, "Will you be needing the limo any more tonight?"

Patty glanced at me, but answered, "No, we're good for tonight. Thanks."

"Then I'll see you tomorrow. I'm told there will be a shopping trip."

"Are you going to drive me to shop?"

"Wouldn't miss it."

"I can't wait. A limo shopping spree."

"Just call when you're ready to go."

"Ok, Goodnight Earl."

We made our way to our accommodations. I pulled my date out onto the second floor terrace to gaze at the city lights and enjoy a seductive kiss before heading upstairs. Patty went into the bathroom, shutting the door this time. I made my self comfortable, pulling off my shoes and socks. Could be a long wait. I pulled back the drapes, letting the moon light the room, then slid the door open and stepped outside to take in the view.

Knowing Patty wasn't going to reappear momentarily, I settled into a chair and put my feet up on the railing and waited patiently, knowing the wait would be worth it. I wasn't disappointed. 

A whispered, "Where are you?" Got my attention.

I got out of my chair to find her standing in the middle of the room, bathed in moonlight, wearing a sheer baby doll. Tan lines highlighted white breasts contrasting against her golden tan. Pert pink nipples peeked through the transparent material. As I moved closer, I noticed a barely their lace thong. She was stunning . . . I couldn't come up with the proper words. Just managed a friendly growl.

Her smile revealed satisfaction with my reaction, "You like?"

I recovered some vocabulary, "What's not to like. It doesn't hide a thing. Perfect."

She slowly pirouetted, hands overhead, displaying her lush body. Full ripe boobs were evident even with her back turned to me. Crescents of smooth flesh showing on either side of her slim back, feminine hips curving out from her waist, framing a luscious ass. One of my favorite views. As she completed the turn, her flawless breasts demanded attention. Full natural D's, beautifully shaped with rosy pink nipples. I reached out and caressed her tits, sliding my hands down her body to her ass cheeks, pulling her to me. 

Patty responded. Putting her arms around my neck, pressing her breasts against my chest as we shared a soft warm kiss, "I'm a very happy girl."

My hands automatically squeezed her bottom, "Good, I'm going to make you even happier."

Her lips brushed across mine, warm breath enticing, tongue teasing, "I'm looking forward to it." 

I guided her to stand at the foot of the turned down bed. Moving behind her, I slid my hands under her filmy top, cupping her warm breasts while kissing shoulder, neck and cheek. She leaned back, pressing against my chest as I grazed my palms across sensitive nipples. Almost purring, she stretched, reaching back, putting her hands around my neck, letting me enjoy her extraordinary endowments. I took full advantage, fondling soft but firm warm flesh. Teasing her nipples between my fingertips brought her hands down to untie the tiny bow that was holding the top closed. The sheer material fell away as she turned and stepped away. She held out her arms in invitation. I held my ground long enough to imprint the vision that stood before me. She actually blushed under my gaze before crooking her finger to bring me to her. I took her in my arms, exchanging an intense look of love and lust. The kiss that followed was the true measure of oral sex. Familiar, assuring, comforting, while at the same time, exciting, stimulating, erotic, electric, and eventually overwhelming. The kiss. Undeniably the most intimate of all sexual endeavors. The ultimate exchange of passion and love. 

Lust and hormones invade body and mind. Physical needs overwhelm the sharing of souls. I felt the urgent touch of Patty's hand grasping my erection through my pants. We managed to maintain our lip lock as she fumbled the zipper down and unbuttoned the fly. Breaking our embrace, I took care of my shirt while she pushed my pants to the floor. As I stepped out of my pants, she knelt before me and my boxers quickly followed. With expert familiarity she promptly had me stiff and sensitive to her touch. Running her tongue along the underside, teasing me with lips and teeth. Her eyes smiled up at me, making the act just that much more arousing. She held me with one small hand, the other gripping my thigh, smiled, then guided me into her mouth. I closed my eyes to concentrate on the warm, wet, silky sensation. Her hands moved to my hips, mouth inching forward, slowly swallowing me. Lightly sucking as she pulled back until the tip of her tongue was the only contact between us. I had to look down. She smiled, her teeth just grazing me before repeating the act. I tousled her hair as she skillfully worked me to throbbing hardness. With loving restraint I pulled her to her feet. Overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment, we stood eye to eye, her face cradled in my hands, in a silent, magical exchange. Both trying to absorb the sensation that was passing between us. I pulled her to me, my mouth on hers, our lips and tongues engaging in the final seduction.

My hands moved to her hips, my fingers snaking their way under the thin straps attached to the tiny piece of lace covering her sex. Kneeling, I guided the straps over her hips and slid them down her exquisite legs to the floor. Inhaling her most personal scent, I planted a kiss just above the small patch of fine blond hair of her mound, then traced kisses from hip to hip. Slight pressure on her hips guided her sit on the end of the bed. She laid back and raised her hips as I slid my hands between her legs, cupping her ass. I kissed and licked my way up her thighs, her intimate perfume making me hungry for her taste. I drew my tongue up her wet slit, just brushing her delicate bud with the tip. Her hands moved to my head as I took my time enjoying her tasty slickness. Small fingers intertwined in my hair as my tongue found its way into her. She drew her knees up, pulling my hair, drawing me in. My hands supported her cheeks as she pressed herself firmly against my mouth, hips lifting, thighs spreading, allowing my lips to split hers, my tongue to explore her sex. My lips and chin were slick with her tasty secretions. Her fingers abandoned my hair to grip the sheets as I sent my tongue probing deeper, then turned my attention to her most sensitive pearl. An intricate series of tongue tip caresses brought her to orgasm. Moaning softly, her hands came back to my head, holding me tightly, as her body shivered in climax. Still shaking, she pulled on my arms, whispering, "Come here." She wanted me in her. Now!  

I resisted her urging hands, slowly trailing my tongue up over her muff. Kissing my way across her stomach and between her breasts Following her body as she pulled her self to the middle of the bed, spreading her legs, while raising her arms in invitation. I moved between her legs as her arms came around my neck. I came to rest on my forearms, my chest cushioned by her warm breasts, fingers caressing her temples. No guiding hands were necessary when we coupled We gazed into each other eyes as I entered her slowly, savoring the sensation. Wet, hot, tight, our perfect fit. We were one now. This is how we were supposed to be. In love, making love. We touched, kissed, caressed, and melded into one. This is the best. The ultimate mixture of love and lust. Timeless, sharing one heartbeat, her body in tune with mine. When we make love, I sometimes regret only having two hands. Wanting to touch her face, her breasts, hold her waist, her hips, cup her ass, stroke her smooth thighs and legs. Two hands were totally inadequate for the job. One mouth is also insufficient to kiss her lips and tantalize her mouth with my tongue. Kiss her neck and shoulders, mouth her breasts and suck her nipples, run my tongue up her soft thighs and plunge into her sweet slit. One cock was not enough to make complete love to her. I wanted it in her every orifice while still being stroked by her small exquisite hands. Fortunately the mind is the ultimate sexual organ and we are tuned to the same frequency, allowing us to exploit the ultimate pleasures of the love / lust cocktail. I melded myself to her body and mind, lingering at each new sensation, prolonging our ecstasy. We intertwined our limbs, fused our bodies, sharing overwhelming sensations. Our bodies flowed from one subtle change in position to the next without disturbing the rhythm of our intimate liaison. A slow dance with internal music, the ultimate sensual performance. Taking pleasure in giving pleasure. Trying to delay, but failing to fend off being swept up and over the edge of release. I held her, pressing into her, striving to get deeper, to completely bury myself in her. We strained against each other as my semen pulsed into her. My physical being wouldn't allow me to gain further access to her body, but our complementary minds made the most intimate connection we shared long after our bodies had exchanged all the stimulation possible. Orgasms are the crashing cymbals in the symphony of sex. That's the trade off. You enjoy the ultimate release, but at the cost of bringing an end to the most wonderful physical ecstasy. I'm greedy enough and completely addicted to the act of making love with Patty to want the music to never end. We could go on for hours, or so I imagined, and I would never want to come to that final note. We lay there for some time. I was still hard, deep in her, soaking in her wet heat. A few words, kisses, strokes and we started playing an encore. Patty twisted under me. I obliged by rolling to my back taking her with me, never interrupting our coupling as she straddled me. Her breasts were now more available for my attention. She rode me, she leaning forward to feed me her nipples. I licked and sucked each in turn, using my hands, lips, tongue, and teeth to our mutual pleasure. Patty increased the intensity of our intercourse, grinding her muff hard against me, shuddering her way through another orgasm. I took over, switching to a more deliberate rhythm as she recovered. Soon enough she sat up and rode me into the finale. She bent to kiss me as I came again. She rested her head on my chest for a while, before breaking the spell. Patty muttered to herself as she was forced to make a quick trip to the bath room. She ran back and hurriedly, and jumped under the covers, claiming cold, spooning with her back against me, pressing her warm soft ass against my groin. It didn't take long before I was hard enough to slide into her once again. Joined, we fell asleep.

I woke up alone in bed, but by the time I had both eyes open Patty had returned with two mugs of Swiss mocha. She was wearing a short, black silk kimono. She place the mugs on the bedside table and jumped on me and gave me a peck on the lips, "Good morning."

"Where did you get those?" 

Her kimono had gaped open. She playfully looked down at her exposed boobs and declared, "Well, I've had them for quiet a while. I'm surprised you hadn't noticed," then tried to tickle my ribs.

I grab her wrists, " I meant the coffee"

She tried to squirm lose, "There's a maid working in the main house. She made them for me."

I pulled her down beside me and pinned her to the bed. She laughed and pushed her knee between us, "You're awful frisky this morning."

"I had a good nights sleep. Something wore me out." 

Patty sat up and handed me a mug, "Are you referring to me?"

"Well, yes I guess I am. You were . . ." 

Patty jumped in, "Amazing, hot, unbelievable."

"I'll go with D, all the above."

Patty smiled and reached across for her mug. "You were pretty good yourself last night. I needed that."

She scooted closer and ran her hand through my hair, "And how would you like your girl tonight?"

"Do I get choices?"

" She paused to take a sip from her mug, "Just two. Bad, and very bad."

"Can I have both?"

"I guess I can make an exception for you."

"What will my double bad girl combo come with?"

"I come with you for sure." She teased, "And anybody else you want me to. I'm just making sure that's what you want."

"Are you saying you're up for anything?"

"I just want to make it clear I love you . . . and whatever happens in the next couple of days won't affect our relationship." 

"Sounds like you want me to let you loose on Las Vegas."

"I don't know. Call it what you will, but this town just oozes sex. Do you want me to be bad?"

"Yes."

"That's plain enough."

She leaned into me and gave me a toe curling kiss, "I'm going to be very bad for you, starting now." She jumped off the bed, "Make plans if you want. I'm up for it."

"I love you."

Her face lit up. "That was exactly the right thing to say."




Tom's Visit Ch. 02



"Then I'll quit while I'm ahead."

"I'm not done with you yet. Did you see the women in the club last night?" 

"Yes, I believe I did notice some scantily clad females now that you mention it."

"I'm talking about the women at the tables. They were showing almost as much as the dancers. Did you like them?"

"Like them?" Sounds like a loaded question.

She persisted, "No really. Did you think they looked good."

"Yeah. I must admit that was a hot crowd last night, present company included."

"Would you like me to dress like that for you tonight?"

"Yes!"

"That was fast."

"You knew the answer before you asked it."

"I was just making sure."

"I'm sure. I love to show you off. Show all you want, just keep it classy."

"Is that all you want me to do?"

"No, I'm sure I'll want more as the evening progresses."

"Understood. I'm going shopping, what are you going to do?"

"Tom's picking me up. We're going to do a little gambling and checking out the town in general."

She grabbed the phone,"When in Vegas. You deserve it. I'm going to call Earl."

She made her call, got dressed and was out the door in record time. The girl likes to shop.

Tom picked me up an hour later and we went for a late breakfast and cruised the strip. Lost a few bucks here and there and did a lot of people watching. We finally settle down in a sports bar for burgers and beers.

"So, how was your romantic evening?"

"Damn good. We needed it. Thanks. That club was hot."

"That's why I go there, lots of variety. Did you stay for the show?"

"Just the first set, the dancers were beautiful, and the women in the crowd, wow."

"We can go back there tonight if you want. Tonight's the best night. We've got to get upstairs early though."

"We're with you. Patty's said she want's to be bad tonight."

"What's that mean?"

"Not sure. But I'm sure it's gonna be a good night."

"Hot damn!"

The limo was in the garage when we got back.

"I'm surprised Patty's back already, that's a fast shopping trip for her."

We made our way back to the pool and found Patty sitting alone, sipping a drink in the shade next to the bar. I leaned over and gave her a quick kiss. Noticing a new bikini, "Well I see you scored a new suit."

"Two. Shopping with Earl was a whole new experience. I told him what I was looking for and we hit three stores and I was done. He knows his way around. Apparently shopping with Mr. Stewart's personal driver has its perks. I was treated like royalty."

Tom nodded. "Earl knows Vegas, and Mr. Stewart is royalty in this town."

I had to ask,. "Can you move wearing that?"

Patty got up, stepping out of the shade to model her newest beach wear, "Yes, but I don't think I'll get it wet."

I got a better look at it in the sunlight. "I don't know what that bikini is made of, but my best guess would be gold leaf and spider webs."

"Well, for the price, it should be gold leaf. You like it?"

"What's not to like. Was it sprayed on?"

She turned to get a second opinion, "Tom, you haven't said anything, do you approve?"

"Oh yeah!"

"Good. Can I get you boys a drink?"

Tom moved behind the bar, "We can help ourselves. You just stay there and look good."

"I'll have a sea breeze." I took a seat at the bar next to Patty. "Did you find anything else?"

"I sure did. I can't wait to show you, but you'll have to wait for tonight."

"Ok. Tom wants to go back to the same club, what do you think?"

"I was hoping we were, I liked it there. The food was excellent and the service was great. It's upscale, but comfortable at the same time. Oh, and Tom, I want to thank you for last night. I, we really appreciate your understanding."

"You're very welcome. I went to a friendly poker game and won four hundred bucks. So we all had a good night." 

I swiped at the sweat on my forehead. "Phew, it's hot. I'm gonna get my swim trunks on and try the pool." I left them and headed up the stairs. After changing I stopped on the terrace to look down on the pool and spotted Patty walking back to the shade after putting her feet in the water. Watching her walk across the deck just reminded me how lucky I was. What a bod, and she knows how to walk. Some females walk like guys, or stiff or something. When Patty moves, it's pure female, her boobs keeping rhythm with her feet and hips, just beautiful. 

The sun had just dropped behind the tops of the trees when I hit the pool. The water was cool but not cold. I could stay in for a while. Patty was chatting it up with Tom under an umbrella. I caught her eye and waved her over. She picked up her drink, grabbed her towel, and used it to make a cushion on the edge of the pool. She sighed as she lowered her legs into the water.

"Tom says tonight's the best night at the club, but it gets crowded."

I nodded, "OK, we'll just go a little early. You mind an early dinner?"

"No, that'll be fine. Earl bought me an early lunch. God it's hot."

"Come on in, the water's great."

"I can't get this suit wet. I can go put on another one."

I shook my head, "No need, just take that one off."

Patty grinned. "I hoped you were going to say that, I've wanted to skinny dip all day."

"What stopped you?"

She did a little hands on knees pose. "Just wanted you two to see me in this suit."

"Mission accomplished. Now I think we both would like to see you in your birthday suit."

Tom had been observing our conversation, so he didn't miss anything when Patty stood and carefully untied her top and laid it on the lounge behind her. She glanced around the pool area before sliding down then stepping out of the bottoms. As she walked to the steps leading down into the grotto, Tom applauded, "It's about time!"

My girlfriend entered the water timidly, testing the temperature with a dainty foot before stepping down. Pausing between each step, the cool water inching its way up her splendid body. When her feet touched down on the bottom, the water just reached the underside of her breasts. She dipped down until the water rose to her neck then stood up. As her boobs resurfaced, I was delighted to see the cool water had enhanced an already spectacular set of tits. I swam over and lifted her by the waist and gave her a little kiss, "Is this the start of Bad Patty?"

"No, Bad Patty was doing the shopping earlier. She did a very good job. I already have Earls approval."

I eased her down into shoulder deep water, "Earls already seen tonight's outfit?"

"You could have come, but it was better this way. I told him what I had in mind and he took me to some great shops, but the last one, what a store! I was lucky to get out of there with anything left on the card." 

Tom came over and sat on the towel. "I got lonely over there, besides, I couldn't see your boobs. What are we talking about?"

I embraced my skinny dipping girlfriend, cupping her ass as she wrapped her legs around my waist. I looked into her eyes as I answered, "Bad Patty went shopping."

Tom leaned forward with interest, "Bad Patty?"

I put one hand on Patty's shoulder, "This is Bad Patty. Yesterday Patty, today Bad Patty. I think you'll like her."

Tom nodded and mock leered at the naked female in my arms, "If that's Bad Patty's idea of a swimsuit, I'm going to like her just fine."

Patty smiled, "I think he's got it."

I gave her a kiss of approval. We danced around the pool for a little while before she asked Tom, "By the way what time are we leaving for the club?"

"We should really leave by eight, finish eating by ten, that should work."

"What time you got?"

"Quarter to five."

She let herself down to stand, "I should get started, I want to wash my hair."

I ran my hand down her back letting it come to rest on a cheek and gave it a squeeze, "I'll help, lets go."

She held out her hand, "Tom, can I have my towel?"

Tom grinned and shook his head, "I don't think Bad Patty would need a towel."

Patty hesitated, then grinned back at him, "Your right, keep your seat."

Patty was quite a sight as she emerged from the pool. Rising slowly out of the water, the sunlight filtering through the nearby trees glinting off her wet skin. The water dripped off her full flawless breasts and lightly furred muff, sheeting down her back, derriere and legs. She paused for effect at the edge of the pool, squeegeeing the water off her arms, then shaking water droplets from her hands, making her breasts jiggle invitingly, before moving to the chaise where she had left the bikini. Her eyes were on mine as she made a statement by slowly bending at the waist, her tantalizing bottom just a couple feet from Tom's unblinking eyes. She plucked the two tiny pieces of metallic gold from the cushion, slipped into her shoes. Carefully holding her bikini away from her wet body, she strode across the deck to the bottom of the stairs. Posing with one foot on the first stair, she looked over her shoulder, "Who wants to help me wash my hair?" 

She didn't wait for an answer, our eyes followed her until she disappeared onto the second floor landing.

Tom looked at me, "Your not going to leave me down here are you?" 

"Nah. I'll wash, you dry."

"I love you man."

"Knock it off, come on."

Patty was already in the shower when we got there. She had her back to us as she adjusted the water flow from a couple of the many shower heads. We had a very good view of her through large glass partition, or so I thought. Tom went to a control panel by the door and dimmed the overhead lighting in the room, then slowly increased the amount of light coming from above the shower inclosure. What a difference. Without all the reflection from the room the glass almost disappeared. Patty glanced up at the light panel above her, then turned and saw us standing across the room. "Two of you to wash my hair?"

I open the glass door and walked right in, "I'm washing, he's drying. We offer full service here. Which shampoo?"

She handed me a bottle and I poured some in my hand, put the bottle on the shelf, stepped behind her and began to lather her hair.

Tom took a seat on the marble topped cabinet about five feet from the glass that separated us. He raised his voice over the sound of the shower. "Hey shampoo guy! You're in the way, I can't see!"

I moved around to face her, "Tom says he's not getting a good view, turn around." She gave me a look, but turned around. I massaged her scalp with my finger tips, knowing how she loves to have her head caressed. 

She reached up and touched my wrist, "That feels good, don't stop." 

I did a thorough job, giving Tom plenty of time to admire the view. The combination of the lighting and the water emphasized her tan lines. Patty seemed to be enjoying the attention from me and her audience on the other side of the glass. She held still. Head tilted back, her arms by her sides, breasts jutting out proudly, shining wet under the lights. Pert pink nipples contrasting with the whiteness of her breasts. She eventually stepped away and rinsed her hair. Picking up another bottle off the shelf, she offered it to me, "Care to finish the job?"

It was a bottle of 'Body Wash'. I took it, "Sure."

She purposefully returned to stand close to the glass facing Tom. I poured a palm full of the clear liquid and started on her back, the body wash foaming up easily as I massaged her neck and shoulders. Moving down, washing each arm in turn. I soaped her breasts from behind making sure I didn't interrupt Tom's view. There's not much in this world that can match the sensuous feel of wet, soapy tits. I fondled her firm slippery breasts more than washed them, teasing her already erect nipples, making her squirm against me. My hands were full as I squeezed them, enjoying their warmth and weight. I looked down over her shoulder marveling at the world class cleavage my hands were molding. It must be a beautiful scene from the other side of the glass. I nudged her closer. Patty complied, sliding her hands up the clear barrier, letting her nipples make contact with the cool glass. She slid her nipples around on the transparent surface, tracing twin sudsy patterns for Tom's benefit. "Oh Man!" Was the only comment from the other side of the glass.

I retrieved the bottle and applied more of the gel like soap to her stomach, making my own slow circles on her torso. Each circuit moved my hand lower until I was including her muff in my pattern. I pressed my chest against her back and kissed her neck.

Patty kept her head forward but said quietly. "I want to tell you something."

"Go ahead." I began soaping her ass.

"I've already been bad today."

"Uh huh."

"While I was shopping."

"How so?"

"Can Tom hear us?"

"Not unless you raise your voice."

She began with her voice just audible over the sound of the shower heads. "We, Earl and I were in the last store. I had already bought three outfits. I'd asked his opinion on all the clothes I tried.. He was so patient. He even picked out a few dresses for me to try." She paused, distracted as I my hand slid between her ass cheeks. "I was having such a good time. He even bought me lunch at this beautiful restaurant. After lunch I was trying on bikinis. I'd already picked out one to buy and was trying on the gold one. I didn't want to go back out so I called him into the changing room to see it."

I squatted down to work on her thighs. "Go on."

"He said he liked me in everything, but he thought you would really like the gold one. Said he had seen a lot of beautiful women in Vegas but none of them had anything on me. That was quite a compliment coming from him. I was so excited with the outfits I had found with his help. He had been so nice. . . I just went down on him."

I stood, my mouth to her ear, "You gave Earl a blow job?"

She nodded, "Right in the changing room. Wearing that gold bikini. . . Have I been bad?"

Picturing her in the changing room, I pushed my chest against her back, pressing her soapy tits firmly against the glass, "Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Yes."

"I'll guess Earl did too."

"Oh yeah."

"Well, you have been bad. I think I'm going to have a little of that bad for myself."

I kept her pinned against the glass with my left hand while sliding my right down over her buns and between her thighs. I worked my finger tips into her slit, stimulating her most intimate parts. Her legs were shaking as I worked my knee between her legs, widening her stance, giving me access to her pussy. I kept up the stimulation, blending her own lubrication with the soap and water. I moved my left hand from her back, around and down across her stomach and began caressing her delicate bud with a finger tip. Dipping my finger into her, I applied the slickness to this most sensitive button. My right hand continued working from behind, my wrist wedged firmly between her buns as I slid two fingers into her. The combination brought her to the edge. I levered my knee against the back of my hand to add pressure to the stimulation. She trembled and gasped, laying the side of her face against the glass as the orgasm took over. When I felt her body relax I gradually withdrew my hands, playing them over her shoulders, up her arms to cover her small hands with mine. I interlaced my fingers with hers, pushing my still clad erection against her ass as I pressed her firmly against the cool glass panel. 

Her eyes opened, "If you're going to fuck me, we'll never make it to the club." 

I shook my head, "We don't leave for three hours."

"Then get rid of those trunks."

Patty remained against the glass while I slipped off my trunks and kicked them away. I placed my hands on the glass next to hers, sliding my erection up between her cheeks, teasing her. She reached back pulling my hard-on between her legs. I flexed my knees as she guided me into her. Lust took over. Taking her with a single forceful thrust, pinning her against the slick glass, soaking in the heat of our tight connection. I held her hips as I adjusted my position, then screwed her in a deliberate rhythm. Her warm slick body and the thought of her giving Earl head just added to my overwhelming rut. My heart was beating hard against my woman's back as a carnal desire came graphically to mind. I was hard as a rock. I slowed, then pulled out. 

Patty gasped, "Don't stop."

I glanced up and saw Tom still sitting on the cabinet. His hands gripping the edge as he studied Patty's body through the glass. I moved my lips against her ear, "I'm just getting started, don't move."

"I reached back for the bottle of body wash and squirted some down the small of her back. I put the bottle back and watched the clear liquid run down between her cheeks. When it reached her tight little hole, I used my finger to push some in. Patty stiffened slightly in response to the intrusion, but didn't pull away or say anything. I pushed more of the clear jell deeper into her ass, then used two fingers, making her ready for me. I pushed my erection between her legs coating it in the slippery combination that was running down her thighs. I pulled back again adjusting my stance, bending my knees. I pushed the head of my cock against the entrance of her sweet round ass. Patty braced her hands against the thick glass. I kept a firm hold on her hips and increased the pressure. With maximum lubrication the head slowly stretched her, then slipped in. A low moan came down from the glass. We both held still, letting her adjust to accommodate me. She settled her stance looking back at me expectantly. She gasped as I carefully pushed into her. I watched as my cock slowly disappeared into her tight ass, pausing, pushing, penetrating her a little at a time. I had taken her this way only twice before. We had agreed that her ass was for my exclusive use. I felt that this was a good time to claim what was mine alone. I was sure she knew why I was taking her this way. When I had completely penetrated her, she whispered. "Fuck me."

Maintaining my hold on her hips, I withdrew, lining up the next stroke, then gently pushed in, plentiful lubrication easing the way. She pushed back meeting me half way. It was a tight fit but she took it all without complaint. We established a smooth rhythm. I looked down. It was quite a sight, my cock sliding in and out of her tight hole. I could feel her relaxing, which allowed for even deeper penetration. I now dominated her, pinning her against the glass with increasingly aggressive strokes. Her breathing became shallow, her arms tense. Her knees gave slightly, forcing her down on me. I buried myself with a final upward thrust, actually lifting her heels off the shower floor. I held her impaled against the glass, up on my toes, emphasizing my claim, straining to hold her there as I came deep inside her. Patty hands slid up the glass to grab the chrome frame, her flawless breasts flattening against the glass as my last pulses spurted into her. My legs were shaking as I lowered my heels to the floor, releasing her from the glass. She rested her forearms against the glass while I held her by the waist, withdrawing my still hard erection. I kissed her shoulder and neck, then pulled her under the nearest shower head, putting my arms around her, bringing her tight against me, "You're very good when you're bad."

Touching her forehead to mine, smiling, "Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself . . . Tom watched the whole time."

"I wouldn't have left."

We held each other and kissed. After cooling down in the spray for a few minutes, Patty playfully jabbed a finger in my ribs, "We've got to get going or we are going to be late to the club." 

She grabbed the body wash and we washed each other in a more efficient manner. After a thorough rinse under the waterfall showerhead I raised my voice over the sound of the showers. "You got those warm towels ready?"

Tom got down from his perch on the counter. "Ah, yeah . . . towels, you bet."




Tom's Visit



"Hey I took my time. Should I go back to the bathroom?"

I started across the room, "No, I have to take a turn."

When I got into the bathroom, I noticed how anxious I really was. My hands were shaking a little, but my heart was really thumping. There was laughter coming from the living room. Wow! This is happening. I took my time and managed to calm down a bit. I made a goofy face in the mirror and returned to the party.

Tom was bringing out refills for everybody. Patty took a couple of good sips, then set her glass on the end table, "My turn for the cat box," and headed for the bathroom.

Tom looked at me, "Everything OK?"

"Seems like it, just a little nervous." 

"We all are, we should be, there's excitement in the air," He lowered his voice, "Man, those pictures didn't lie, Patty's beautiful, and fun." 

"She's a keeper all right, let's do this right."

Tom held up his glass, "Here's to a night to remember."

I just nodded and touched glasses.

When Patty came back into the room, the whole mood changed. She wasn't wearing her pants. She held out her shoes in one hand before dropping them by the end of the couch. Her top covered her to below her waist, but I could see her ass cheeks peeking out as she moved across the room to turn on the stereo. Tom took notice and gave me another salute with his glass. She retrieved her wine and finished it. After returning her glass to the table she moved across to the room to me. Standing on her tip toes she put her arms around my neck, pressing against me, her eyes asking me a silent question. My broad smile and thumping heart answered. We shared a slow sensuous kiss. I slid my hands down her back, cupping her bare buns, "You lost your pants."

She whispered, "It's getting late. Somebody has to get this started."

That called for another kiss. We made it a good one. My hands traveled up the small of her back pulling her firmly against me. This caused her top to ride up and expose her bare bottom to Tom. He didn't miss the opportunity to check her out from the floor up. Ending the kiss, she stepped over by the door and turned the rheostat, dimming the lights until the tinted glass fixtures just gave off a warm glow, "That's better."

Patty took me by the hand and lead me over to my chair, "Make yourself comfortable."

She joined me, sitting between my legs with the back of her head on my shoulder with our feet sharing the ottoman. We sat this way quite often to watch TV. The TV wasn't on, Patty was. This was familiar territory, my apprehension faded somewhat, excitement was taking over. The scent of her hair and perfume added to my arousal. I kissed her neck and shoulder as she pressed back into me. Patty guided my hands across her stomach to just under her breasts. Needing no more urging, I slid my hands under her top, cupping her breasts, feeling their warmth through the thin material of the bra. God they felt good, they always do, but tonight was special. I softly pinched her nipples through the flimsy material, she kissed my neck as her nipples hardened. She smiled, "Enjoying yourself?"

.

I murmured into her neck, "You know I am."

Tom appeared with full glasses of wine and a refill for himself, making sure lack of liquor was not going to be a problem. My hands were full so he sat ours down on the end table, turned off the kitchen light and returned to his perch on the couch. 

Patty turned her head and whispered in my ear, "I got it started. I'm yours, enjoy."

I kissed her lightly on the lips, "I think we'll enjoy ourselves more if we got you out of this bra."

Without prompting Patty sat up and leaned forward. I slid my right hand up her back and unsnapped her bra in an instant. Moving to the music, like a slow strip, she pulled her arms into her sleeves in turn, and soon had the bra off, pulling it out one of her sleeves in one smooth motion, held it up for show and tossed it onto the couch. It landed next to Tom but he had his eyes fixed on Patty's newly freed assets. Leaving her top on while removing her bra was a tease I appreciated. There's nothing a guy likes better than the motion of untethered tits moving around under a clinging top. Her nipples were now clearly on display through the thin material of her blouse. I placed my hands under her breasts stretching the fabric tautly over them, giving Tom a preview of what was to come. She leaned back into me and I resumed my fondling, initially satisfied with the feel of her firm tits through the blouse, but my hands soon made their way beneath the top to her smooth, warm, bare breasts. I rolled her nipples between my fingers, and resumed kissing her neck. Tom watched patiently sipping his vodka. Patty was definitely heating up. I could detect the change in her breathing and the increased tempo of her heart beat.

I nodded in the direction of the couch, "Tom's looking a little left out over there."

Patty looked over at Tom, "I think he's waiting for an invitation."

"You think he deserves one?"

She turned her head to gaze into my eyes, "Sure."

I looked at Tom and gave him the 'come on over' with a tilt of my head. 

I moved my feet to the carpet between the chair and the footrest to make room for Tom. Patty moved her feet to one side to allow him to sit.

I continued to caress her breasts as she reached back and ran her fingers through my hair. Tom now had a much better view from his new position on the ottoman. He let his eyes rove over her bare body now revealed from just below her scrunched up top. His eyes focused on that piece of white lace between her legs, then panned up to her breasts. He watched intently as I fondled them, her pert nipples poking against thin knit material, vying for his attention.

I kissed the lobe of her ear. "Glad you came over Dear?"

She swivelled her head and kissed me before answering, "What do you think?"

I returned the kiss, "Can Tom have the honor of removing your top?"

She looked up to Tom, "Of course."

That broke the spell her panties and nipples had put on him, Tom sat up expectantly.

I pulled my hands out from under her blouse, "Patty needs a little help with her top."

Moving her feet to the carpet, she pulled herself up using the arms of the chair, then raised her hands above her head, her pose and eyes inviting. Tom maintained eye contact as he reached down to her waist pulling her blouse up, turning it inside out as he raised it slowly, almost reverently over her head. My hands followed the top up her bare back and started to softly massage her shoulders and neck. He couldn't maintain the eye contact. His eyes widened as he viewed Patty's bare breasts for the first time. He tossed the blouse onto the couch and sat back to admire the view.

"Man! You didn't exaggerate. Those are beautiful."

Patty beamed. "Thank you."

Tom's hands came off his knees. "May I?"

She answered by leaning toward his upturned hands.

Tom slowly reached out with palms up, cradling both breasts. He seemed to be almost weighing them, gently lifting one then the other while simultaneously testing her nipples with his thumbs. Patty held her position resting against my hands and letting him enjoy himself while she savored the unfamiliar touch. He thoroughly explored each breast, fondling each in turn before taking both and pressing them lightly together to create some awesome cleavage. He reluctantly withdrew his hands, then sat back, shaking his head, "Man!" 

"I know." Agreeing with his critique of Patty's breasts.

Tom slid off the footrest to his knees bringing his face to the same level as Patty's chest. Knowing what he wanted, she held onto the armrests while pushing her boobs close to his face. I leaned to the left side of the chair to gain a better view. She took a quick glance at me and smiled when she saw I was watching, then angled her shoulders slightly to give me an even better view. At first Tom just stared, but soon pressed his face between her breasts nuzzling them, breathing in her perfume. Turning his head slowly he took her right nipple into his mouth. Her head tilted back as he suckled one breast and then the other. He moved in slow motion, employing both hands to caress, squeezing gently, while kissing, licking and sucking her perfect pink nipples, creating a very erotic scene for me. I watched intently as Tom paid homage to every inch of her amazing pair.

Temporarily satisfied with his extensive examination of Patty's chest, Tom's hands leisurely traveled down her body, pausing at her hips, Patty reclined to her former position, using me as her cushion. I resumed mine, being her living bra. I recognized her intimate scent blending with her perfume, creating an arousing mixture. The sexual tension was palatable. 

Tom's hands made their way down her legs to her calves. He returned to his seat on the ottoman, bringing Patty's legs up with him, resting her feet in his lap. Tom began to massage Patty's feet and calves, she smiled and told him how good it felt. We watched as his hands began their expedition up her legs. He took his time enjoying every inch of her smooth lightly tanned legs, massaging one, then the other. Patty sighed with pleasure. Emboldened he slid one hand over her knee to the inside of her thigh. With small circular movements of his fingertips he made his way slowly upward until stopping just short of the white lace. I could feel her melt further into me as she slid one foot off his lap, resting it against Tom's hip on the ottoman. With this implied permission he scooted the ottoman closer. He began brushing the edges of the white lace with his fingertips. Patty responded by moving her foot to the very edge of the footrest, inviting him to take further liberties. He leaned forward as he focused his attention between her legs, sliding his palms along her silky smooth inner thighs until his hands framed the warm lace of her thong. He inhaled deeply as his fingertips caressed and probed the small triangular bit of lace. A whimper of pleasure issued from Patty's throat.

Curious, I ran my right hand across her stomach, making my way to the top of that lacy triangle. I pushed my fingers under the edge of lace and immediately confirmed her state of arousal. Her muff was very damp, even for her. I slipped a finger into her wet slit, making her gasp and squirm. I pulled my hand back and used her lubrication to stimulate her nipples. My heart was thudding against the back of her head.

Tom continued to operate on her thighs, moving up and over to her hips to trace the thin straps of her panties, lifting, testing for resistance. Finally, Patty could take no more, and indicated she wanted the thong off by planting her feet on the ottoman and raising her hips. Tom was only too happy to help. He carefully guided the straps over her hips, her legs coming together as he smoothly drew the little bit of lace down her legs and over her feet. He held his prize for a second, then tossed it to join the bra and top on the couch. Tom took in the sight of Patty stretched out before him. The dimmed lamp lit her beautifully, giving her skin an appealing soft tone. Patty was now completely nude and fully aroused. Reclining with her feet on his lap, her arms reaching back around my neck, her breasts inviting attention. Tom sat perfectly still, admiring the view.

I returned my hand to stroke her lightly furred muff. She raised her hips, pressing her wet heat against my hand, wanting more. I dipped my middle finger into her, parting her slick lips, encouraging her to spread her thighs once again, giving Tom a new view to admire. Weak moans were coming from her now, her breath fast and shallow. My mouth was dry but I managed, "I think Tom wants a taste."

Patty's head nodded yes against my chest.

I drew my wet fingers across her stomach leaving a thin trail leading between her breasts, then on to circle her hard nipples with my slick finger tips. I nodded to Tom, "Help yourself."

Tom slid off the ottoman and gently lowered her right foot to the carpet, the left remained on the footrest. This gave him an unhindered access. He knelt between her legs, bringing his face within inches of her wet pussy. From my position looking down over her breasts to her open legs, it was a very erotic sight, one I'll never forget. I was getting very uncomfortable in the crotch. My shorts weren't that tight when I sat down, but they were now.

Tom ran his hands slowly up between her thighs, spreading them further apart. He gradually bent forward till his lips touched her warm skin just above the fine blond hair of her mound, then began kissing his way to his prize. When contact was made, satisfied sounds escaped from both. He went right to work, sliding his hands under her bottom as she scooted forward to the edge of the cushion, pressing herself against his waiting mouth and tongue. Her response suggested that he knew what he was doing. She pressed back against me, her hands gripping the arms of the chair, her body writhing. I kissed her neck and teased her nipples, adding to her pleasure. It wasn't long until she was shuddering to her first orgasm. He worked her expertly with his tongue as her hip's rose from the cushion, her entire body tensed, quivered, then settled back with a satisfied moan. Tom turned his attention to her thighs, stomach, and the small patch of blond hair, while avoiding her most sensitive areas, giving her time to recover. She soon opened her eyes and smiled, taking the cue, he resumed gradually probing her with his tongue, working up the intensity once more. Patty moved her hands to his head, grasping his hair, her right leg making its way over his shoulder onto his back. Tom applied his lips and tongue while he supported her ass with his hands. Patty gripped his hair, pulling him in, her leg pressing into his back. Her breasts swelled in my hands as she gasped for breath. Her entire body trembled, her hips rose again as she pushed hard against his mouth. Her body stiffened as a second orgasm took her. Still trembling, she pushed his head away, her hands moving protectively between her legs. Tom seemed to understand and sat back on his heels. 

Patty drew her legs up and pressed them together as her breathing and heartbeat began to return to normal. Squirming around between my legs she pulled herself up, put her arms around my neck and gave me a kiss. She rested in my arms for a few minutes, then pushed the ottoman away with her feet, twisting between my legs she slid off the chair, ending up on the carpet, her knees in between my feet with her head in my lap, eyes shut. 

I noticed Tom had gotten to his feet and retrieved his glass. He smiled, shaking his head, "You didn't exaggerate, that was sweet." Tom took a seat on the couch and was checking Patty out from a new angle. Taking a sip he added, "And if you don't mind me saying so, nice ass."

"Thank you." Mumbled up from my lap.

I massaged her neck and shoulders, "Enjoying yourself?"

She nodded with a satisfied smile on her lips, "Yes, that was nice. I'm a happy girl."

I ran my fingers through her hair. "It's our turn now."

Her eyes opened."What do you have in mind?"

"Well that's a very suggestive position your in."

She sat up, displaying her sexy smile, "I know what you want," pulling down my zipper, "Tom too?" 

"Yeah, I'm sure he would like you to return the favor."

"Ok, but I should do him first, you'll take longer."

Tom spoke up, "If you don't mind, I would like a piece of that." He gestured with his glass and index finger indicating Patty's ass.

Patty looked over her shoulder to make sure of Tom's request, "Now?"

Tom nodded, "That would be nice."

I sensed her dilemma, "Think you can handle both of us?" I asked.

"Sure. I'm going to be a busy girl. Would you please roll the futon out. This carpet is rough."

Tom complied, the futon was quickly rolled out right up to the chair.

Her knees now comfy on the futon she quickly had my cock out. Patty was inexperienced when we met, but turned out to be a talented student, quickly picking up the technique and adding her own special touches. She went right to work on me. Tom was watching from the ottoman, just on the other side of the futon. She paused, looked back over her shoulder and wiggled her butt in a most tantalizing manner. He took the hint and quickly stripped off his shirt and shorts and knelt down behind her. He reached up between her thighs testing her readiness. Not much foreplay was necessary, she was already wet and her position just needed a little adjustment to allow him to have what he wanted. He used his hands on her hips to coach her into position. She widened her stance, moved her knees back a little, then tilted her ass up, allowing him to mount her easily. In his excited state he entered her quickly causing a small gasp to escape from her occupied lips. Her reaction caused Tom to freeze. He focused his gaze down between her cheeks, appreciating the tight fit. Pausing momentarily to adjust his position, he pulled back, then carefully slid back into her. Patty pushed back meeting him halfway, indicating her willingness to continue. He held her firmly by the hips, pulling out, then slowly thrusting into her until he was completely embedded. Patty worked her hips in a grinding motion pressing her ass firmly against him. Tom replied by pumping her with increasing force. There was no pausing now, the tempo increased until he was enthusiastically fucking her hard and fast. Now it was Tom doing the gasping. His eyes were closed, his teeth clenched, he was getting all he desired, and more. His penetrating strokes were causing Patty to loose concentration on what she was doing to me. She lifted her mouth from my cock as she pressed back to meet his thrusts, keeping me stimulated with her hands while she concentrated on fucking Tom. Now up on her elbows, she was panting, but giving as good as she got. There was a slapping sound as her ass met him repeatedly. I watched, completely engrossed as they went at it. Her eyes were closed, breasts heaving, ass flexing at each impact. Her head tilted back and her arms stiffened as she came first. Tom grunted as each of his last hard strokes slammed into her. Planting his final stroke, he moaned loudly, his hands pulling Patty onto him, forcing his way to maximum penetration, his body tensing, arms quivering, he came deep inside her. Patty held onto me as he pressed her into my lap. All motion ceased. Tom gripped her hips tightly, leaning over her back, his weight keeping him embedded in her.

Breathing hard, Tom's eyes opened, head shaking, "Man . . . Damn!"

Patty lowered her chest onto my legs to catch her breath. Tom maintained his position, but began to rub her back and ass as he caught his breath, apparently he wasn't done yet. He seemed to be recharging. I watched as he continued caressing her, his eyes closing. Patty sensed he was requesting an encore. She lifted free of my lap, gamely positioning her body for a repeat performance. Tom eyes opened when his request was apparently granted. He couldn't repress a grin as his hands move to her waist, then on to caress her back before reaching around to fondle her breasts. Patty responded once again, pressing back, encouraging him. He continued his breast play, but soon had to give in to his greater need. Drawing a deep breath, his hands returned to grip her hips. Unhurried this time, he leaned over her, taking her with long, deep strokes, varying the rhythm and angle, attempting to experience every possible sensation from her tight, hot wetness. He began pausing between strokes, trying to prolong his stay. Tom sat up, edged forward, his hands covering her cheeks, spreading them, getting a better view and deeper penetration. I watched in appreciation, knowing exactly what he was experiencing.

He shook his head, "I can't get enough of this."




Tom's Visit



Tom's less intense coupling allowed Patty to turn her attention to me. She skillfully used her hands, mouth and tongue, alternating licking, sucking and stroking while making sure she kept me very wet. She looked into my eyes as she worked her magic. Her eyes are a big reason her blow jobs are so special. She likes to see the effect she's having on me, and watching that beautiful face and mouth is a huge turn on. My heart was trying to beat its way out of my chest. She kept an easy rhythm with Tom, managing to fuck us both expertly at once. He had his eyes open this time, watching his cock sliding in and out of her. I was very familiar with that view. He'll never forget it. 

She took her mouth off me just long enough to ask, "Is this what you wanted?" 

"Yeah."

Watching Patty's beautiful mouth slide up and down my erection while Tom fucked her from behind is exactly what I wanted. We maintained this mutual fucking for some time. Tom eventually picked up the tempo, leaning over her once again, intensifying his thrusts. He was really making the most of his good fortune, taking advantage of his position to reach around and play with her tits. We all were in sexual nirvana. I didn't want to come because it just felt so good, but my senses were all being stimulated, watching her fuck Tom, her perfume mixed with the smell of her sex, and the sensation of her warm, wet mouth on my cock were bringing me to the brink.

Tom groaned and pulled Patty tight to him as he arched his back and shuddered as he came again.

Patty paused, allowing Tom to empty himself into her. Now she turned her undivided attention to me. Using her mouth to pleasure me as only she can. Her expertise was overwhelming, I came, or should I say, exploded. It was the longest, most forceful orgasm I had ever had. Patty kept her mouth on me, trying to keep up with the volume. She couldn't take it all, but kept sucking until I was drained completely. The excess ran down her chin and neck, trickling between her breasts when she sat back catching her breath.

Tom had pulled out, I didn't notice when, and made his way to the bathroom. He had his boxers on when he came back to find us cuddled in the chair, kissing. He picked up his now empty glass and headed toward the kitchen, "Anyone?"

We both waved him off. 

Tom returned to the couch with his drink, gulped some, produced a subdued belch, excused himself, and added, "I didn't think it could be that good. Damn!"

Patty got up and headed toward the bathroom, she was quite a sight. We had both just come in her, Tom's was running down her thighs, mine between her tits, but she strode across the room like she had just won miss congeniality, "Glad you boys enjoyed yourself, that was nice." Patty fluttered her right hand as she disappeared into the bathroom.

"Nice?" Tom asked.

"Don't worry. That's our way of saying fantastic."

"Yeah?"

"It's our little private joke. Did you see her waggle her hand like it was just Ok? That means it was great."

"I wasn't looking at her hands." 

"No, you probably weren't."

"How are you doing?"

"Great. Really. It was better than I thought it could be."

Tom slumped against the couch, "Yeah. You weren't lying. She is one prime piece. Sorry, don't take me wrong, she's a beautiful woman and I can see you two love each other, but by God, I haven't seen or felt anything like that. You're one lucky SOB."

"I know, I know. . . She's amazing. That was better than my fantasy. I'm very proud of her, if that's the right thing to say . . . Does that sound strange?"

"Nope, not a bit, I understand what your saying, and thank you very much, that was unbelievable. I owe you big time. She wore me out. I'm bushed."

"You should be, you've been up since five, plus the long drive. After that performance, you should be comatose." 

Patty came out after a little while. She had donned a light blue long sleeve shirt I had left hanging on the back of the bathroom door. She often put it on when she was staying with me. It was well worn and washed many times, giving it that extra soft texture that your favorite shirt takes on. The sleeves were rolled up her forearms, and one button had been employed at her waist. The tails hung down front and back to just above her knees. We weren't disappointed with the new outfit. Although it covered her more than we would have liked, it was very becoming on her. Sometimes less is more. The one button could not keep her nipples from playing peek-a-boo as she moved around the room, gathering up her panties, bra and blouse from the couch and taking them into the bathroom. I thought the show might be over, but she quickly reappeared, sporting her dazzling smile. Spotting her glass on the table in the corner, she took a seat in the chair next to it, crossed her legs and took a sip of wine and grinned, "That made me thirsty, must have been that salty treat I just had." 

Tom couldn't take his eye's off her. She was sitting directly under the lamp and the warm glow highlighted her beauty. The front of the shirt was gaping, allowing Tom to enjoy that national treasure that is Patty's chest. She didn't seem to notice or care. She had fixed whatever we had mussed up, and looked like she was ready to shoot a foldout. Putting his feet up on the couch, he took a long draw from his glass, looked across at Patty, "Damn! Sorry, but I'm at a loss for words."

"Well said." I held my glass up and we all saluted.

Tom almost finished his drink in one gulp, sat the glass down, folded his hands across his stomach and closed his eyes with a smile on his lips.

Patty stood holding out her arms in invitation, "It's late, seconds anyone?"

Tom weakly waved one hand, "No Mas."

I said, "Sure thing."

Patty stared back at me, "I was kidding."

"I'm not." I got up, kicked my shorts away, took off my shirt, then moved to the middle of the futon. I held out one hand, "One for the road?"

Patty looked up at the ceiling, shaking her head, but granted my request, "Sure, what the hell, anything for you lover." She joined me on the futon, holding her arms out in invitation. I accepted the offer, kissing her while dealing with the single button then, sliding the shirt off her shoulders. I took a moment to enjoy the view. Tom was shot, but still managed to force his eyes open to take one last look before nodding off.

I ran my hands down her arms and pulled her close. I teased her nipples back to attention, then kissed her deeply. The loving kiss set the stage for what was to come. I held her hand as she reclined on the futon, pulling me down beside her, her eyes locked into mine. We were completely enraptured in our little world, melded together. No connection was broken as I rolled her onto her back. I trailed my hand from her breast to her hip. She spread her legs, and I found her wet and welcoming. I entered her with practiced ease. We were making love now, not just screwing. Even though Tom was just a couple of feet from our heads, we were alone, completely involved with each other. We were in no hurry. This was the best, the ultimate, intimate, joining of body and soul. Our rhythm synchronized in an incredible exchange of love and lust. Eventually she rolled on top, giving her freedom of movement while allowing me to enjoy her splendid body even more. Her fine ass nestled in my hands, her breasts hovering before my face. She leaned over to feed them to me, moving her shoulders from side to side, assuring both got equal attention. I kissed and sucked her nipples while she applied her sexual prowess. We could do this all night long. We often had. We were in a full soul fuck now, joined in mind and body. She rode me slowly, expertly, frequently leaning down to kiss. Our coupling became more intense as we approached the brink. We were kissing when we came together. It doesn't happen often, but it's always special when we do. It was intense and exhausting. She came to rest with her head on my chest, holding me in, keeping our physical connection as we shared complete bliss. We rested for a while, exchanging whispers, coming down gradually from our mutual rapture. 

Ice clinked in a glass, breaking the spell. Patty pushed her hands against my chest, sitting up, facing the couch, "I think we woke someone."

I tilted my head back. Tom's eye's were slitted open, the smile still on his face, glass back in hand, "Sorry, but I could watch her all night."

Patty laughed, "You have, but you've been a real gentleman. I'm glad we finally met. Boy did we meet!"

Patty sat up straight and playfully modeled her breasts for him, shrugging, squeezing her breasts together between her arms. She giggled as Tom's eyes closed, but the grin remained.

"He sure likes my boobs."

"Who doesn't? Come here." I pulled her down, wrapping my arms around her. 

We laid together for a while exchanging thoughts and kisses. She propped herself up on one elbow and threw her leg over mine and glanced up at the clock again. She stroked the side of my face, "It's so late." 

I rubbed her back, "We're going to miss a few hours sleep, do you think it was worth it?"

"You bet. I'm glad I came."

"Oh you came all right."

She tapped my nose with her finger. "Everybody seems satisfied. Tom didn't get a blow job, but I don't think he cares."

"No, one more round could have killed him. You really drained him. You do good work. Thank you." 

"You're welcome. I had a good time."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. You were so hot. Think you'll want to try this again?"

"Sure, it's not something I would want to do every night. We'll do it again, but let's keep it special. It'll be hard to beat tonight, maybe a trip to Vegas."

"Sounds good."

She pushed against my chest, "I've got to go."

"Can't spend the night?"

"Maybe tomorrow. I've got early appointments, I'll get more sleep if I go home."

A parting kiss before she got up to dress. As she walked along the couch heading to the bathroom she bent over and playfully brushed her nipples across Tom's face, evoking a weary smile.

Patty laughed, "Unbelievable."

She grabbed her shoes and continued to the bathroom. I put on my shorts and shirt. A few minutes later she came out and I walked her to her car. As we went out the door, Tom, his eyes still closed, spoke up, "You're too good for him. Thanks for everything. Good night Patty."

"Goodnight Tom. Have a safe trip. We'll see you soon."

"Yes Ma'am."

Outside.

I put my arms around her, "Tonight was a fantasy come true. Thanks again for coming, and especially for getting things started. You made it all happen. Love you."

Patty smiled. "Love you."