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Catch & Release: Released

By: TheMedi8or



The next morning I wake on my side with my arms wrapped around you, my head still cradled on your shoulder and your fingers stroking my shoulder lightly. As my eyes open, your head it turns to me and you are still smiling from the night before. I hope your arm hasn't falling asleep, but when I try to shift off you there is movement from your other side, and Natalie rolls towards you blinking at me sleepily from across your chest. Smiling back at me, she slides her arms around you from the other side and she and I hold hands for a moment. 

In a moment of unspoken communication she and I release hands simultaneously and begin trailing fingers over your chest and stomach, working slowly downward. Each of us keeps to our own side for now, tickling and tracing our way down over your stomach and thighs, neither of us ever quite meeting in the middle. I can feel you trying to move your arms out from under us, but we have you pinned securely and this is our chance to play with you. 

It isn't long before you are diamond-hard, twisting your hips in a futile effort to make us touch you. I graze my fingers against the base of your cock, but otherwise Natalie and I continue to play with less sensitive skin, doing our best to drive you as wild as possible. Inwardly, I want to hear you ask us to touch you, but I also know you are too stubborn to ever do so. Finally, as you begin to make frustrated noises, I pick my head up from your arm and look directly at Natalie, trying to hide how much the game has excited me as well. 

"Want to grab a bath?"

I can see Natalie's own exhilaration in her perky nipples, but her face is as bland as my own as she answers me back.

"Sure, that'd be great. I'll go start it."

Bounding up, we both leave you stranded as we head for the huge, hotel bathroom that awaits. As I round the bed, I see you grasp yourself in both hands and I cannot tell if you are merely making the motion, or if you are about to take matters into your own hand. Leaning over you I let my hair brush your chest and whisper very distinctly, "Bath."

It's part order, part reminder. I see your eyes light up with recognition as you consider the three of us in the gigantic Jacuzzi bathtub that comes with our room. I have a fetish for warm water, as you well know, and the tub was the main reason I insisted on renting this room specifically. Unhanding yourself, you scramble out of bed and head towards the bathroom and I can't resist giving you a playful swat on the rump as you pass me by. 

The blue-grey tiles on the bathroom floor are cool against my bare feet, but the air is already beginning to warm from the steam billowing off the tub. Natalie has already chosen her seat, facing the door so she can see us come in. The water is still running, but she is performing for us as we enter, slowly soaping herself up her arms, down her legs and across her breasts as we watch. We both stop as one, just for a moment to admire her picturesque beauty and then you cross the final few steps and slide down into the sunken tub to sit beside her. 

You are still hard, and the water level is still low enough that I can see the head of your cock risinging out of the water as you take the soap from her and begin to slowly rub your hands across her stomach and breasts, lathering her dark skin in a thick white layer. The rising water level gives you less to play with very quickly, and finally you reach out and turn off the water. I hear you say something quietly and Natalie stands up, water streaming off her perfect curves and the ends of her dark hair stick to her back where the water has touched each lock like a kiss.

Getting to your knees, you begin to soap your way up her legs and I see her eyes close as she once again submits herself to you. This time though, she submits to her own pleasure, not to yours. I watch as you wash each line, each crevice and each curve of her body as slowly as you can. Your hands, slick with suds, slide between her legs and I hear her gasp clearly across the room. Your fingers, continue, slipping behind her and her legs spread further as you slip your fingers between the cheeks of her glorious ass, giving her the same light grazing touch you gave her pussy. 

I walk slowly towards you both, trying not to breathe and disturb the perfect vision of the two of you before me. Your hands are climbing again now, one stroking over Natalie's flat stomach , the other sliding behind her to wash over her hips and back. You rise, still stroking her with your hands, and the water stream now off your own body. I wonder if you are consciously staying to the side so that I can continue to watch her pleasure, but either way the view is glorious. Your cock, as huge and solid as if we had never fucked the night before, strains towards Natalie like an animal desperate to be released. 

I step into the tub and kneel, soaping my own hands, and sliding them around your calves as I begin my own journey up your body. I hear you groan and lean slightly into me, but your hands never stop moving over Natalie. I love the feeling of your skin under my touch; the rough hairs cover yours legs, and chest. Your muscles jump under my fingertips whenever I hit an especially sensitive spot. I soap your back and cover myself in suds when I lean into your to reach around for your chest. I still refuse to touch your cock, knowing that once I do this play is over, and I am too caught up in the sensation of hot water and soap to want to stop just yet. 

You finally reach out, pulling to in front of you and look from Natalie to me with that look of pleasure and possession that is so masculine and so exciting. Running one hand down each of our torsos, you slide one finger into each of us causing a brief surge of pleasure. Then you make sound I have never heard before and step away. 

You sit down in a gesture that states firmly "for now this game is over," a gesture made almost funny by the sight of your own continued excitement still peeping above the water line. You pat the seats to either side of you and we sit, obedient and wondering what you have planned now. As I take my own seat, you smile at me and lean in my direction.

"It seems to me that you have gotten slightly less than your share of enjoyment from our Ménage à trois. And I know that the wetter things are, the wetter you get. So now it's my turn to play."

Leaning me back into the water, you run your fingers through my hair, making sure the thick strands are thoroughly soaked. Spreading your legs in the tub for balance, you lay the back of my neck across one of your thighs for support so that my hair and the back of my head remain in the water. I am almost completely under water but now I can relax completely into the warmth without drowning. I feel the water move as Natalie shifts position, allowing me more room to spread out. 

I smell the expensive herbal shampoo that this hotel uses, and then your hands begin to massage my head. You stroke your fingers over my scalp, and then run your hands the length of my hair, thoroughly shampooing each strand. Meanwhile, I feel Natalie begin to soap my feet, slowly massaging each one carefully and then working her way up my legs, soaping and massaging each one and spending several minutes before rising the next few inches.

This is a very different sort of pleasure from the night before. Previously, our sex was about passion and intensity. This is a slow brand of erotic that begins under both sets of hands, and grows slowly, heating my skin from the inside. 

If pleasure could be lazy, this would be it. It grows by inches, as Natalie's hands slide up my legs and over my stomach, leaving a trail of sensation behind her. I am so relaxed that I cannot even move; it's as if I am paralyzed, helpless against the rising wave rising around me. 

I am fairly sure I make a sound when her fingertips brush over my nipples but whether it is a cry or merely a sigh I don't know. My ears are under water and everything feels distant and unreal except for the sensations in my skin. I am suddenly very aware of how cold the air is as my nipples, now wet, contrast with the warmth of the water over the rest of my skin. Then they are warm again as Natalie's hand closes over one, and her mouth on the other. Her touch remains light, delicate, her lips barely exerting any pressure and her tongue running every so lightly over me. 

Your hands are still in my hair, stroking, rubbing, washing and watching as Natalie licks the water from me. I can feel your excitement against the side of my face, and I want to turn my mouth towards you, but I cannot seem to move. I am held prisoner by the lightest of touches. 

Natalie's hand move lower, and her thumb glides between my legs with that same, light stroking motion. Her thumbs find my clit and begin a slow, steady glide over it. She presses to fingers inside me and just the feel of being penetrated increases the rising hunger inside me. She doesn't fuck me with her hand, but starts a slow, rocking motion. She uses her other hand on my hips to support me in the water and the water sliding back and forth around me only helps to stimulate me more. If I could move, I would have forced her to finish me by now, unable to stand this level of anticipation, but with my body so relaxed, all I can do is travel higher...and higher ...and higher.

Your hands leave my hair and slide over my breasts to replace Natalie's. Your roll my nipples between your fingers and then use your own thumbs to match her movements on my clit. I have always loved the sound of your voice during sex. You have the deepest, sexiest voice I have ever heard, and you often use it to coax me to even higher levels of desire. Now, while my own voice sounded indistinct under the water, your own deep tones seem to bypass my ears and go straight to my brain as you touch me.

"God I've never seen your nipples so hard. She's going to make you cum any moment now. You must be so wet. I want to see you orgasm for us. I want you to cum like you never have before. Give it to us honey, cum for me."

It's as if your voice is everything I have been waiting for. My body melts away from me and the waves in the water surrounding me are replaced instead by a surge of glorious sensation. They roll over me as slowly as your hands have done, traveling between your hands and Natalie's like gusting winds. You hold me in place, keeping my head above water and Natalie continues to touch me in that slow, rocking motion. The golden explosions of light in my mind continue to wash over in me in a flood and I can only cry out in quiet moans because I haven't got the air or the energy for my usual screams. I have never felt desire like this.

Finally, the orgasm stops because I simply cannot sustain the energy anymore. I cannot move or think and for a few moments I fall into a doze, supported by your hands on my skin. I wake when I feel you shift again, and Natalie's hands disappear as I feel you lower me into the water. The drying soap vanishes from my skin and the last of the shampoo rinses from my hair as you slide your fingers through it one last time.

The water is cooling now, and the three of us waste no time in rinsing off and climbing out of the tub. You have to give me a hand because my knees are still wobbly. I have never been so content. You stand the two of us on the thick bath mats and begin to towel us off, taking turns between us, softly drying the water from our bodies. We are still damp in the cool air when you are done, and Natalie and I move back to the bed and get under the covers until we feel warm again. 

You approach the edge of the bed with the towel around your waist, the bulge in its front reminding me that you still haven't had your morning release, nor has Natalie. I reach for you, but you step back and shake your head and then you begin to arrange us. Neither of us protests, curious to see what you have in mind.

You lay us side by side on the edge of the giant mattress, arms intertwined and legs spread wide and the inside legs overlapping. Then, kneeling down I feel your tongue stroke over the tops of my pussy, stroking gently and not quite penetrating my depths just yet. I am so sensitive though, that even this makes me writhe against your mouth. Two strokes, and I feel your head leave me, and then I hear Natalie whimper beside me. In moments your mouth is on me again, and this time your tongue touches my clit briefly and thrusts once into my pussy before you pull away again. 

The sensations begin again, slowly like in the tub. This time however, it's more a tease than anything else. You never leave your mouth on me long enough to do anything but stimulate me slightly, and then you are gone again. I know Natalie is experiencing the same thing as her whimpers become more frustrated and she begins to move restlessly beside me. 

Finally, you stand up, your face wet with our juices. You lean over us each and we kiss you, sucking our taste from your tongue one at a time. 

"So different and both so sweet." 

Your voice is lower now, and rough and I know you can't hold yourself much longer. Your towel drops to the floor and you pull us both towards you so that our pussies are lined up for you. When you slide yourself into me, I grind myself into your with a cry. You pause, pull yourself out and when give Natalie her own taste of what is to come. She too cries out and I love the sound of her pleasure as much as I love listening to you.

You slide into me again, slowly the first press and then with a sudden, driving thrust that actually shifts me backwards onto the bed. When you move to Natalie, you hold her hips against you and your thrust into her is deeper.

Your next pass is three thrusts, and I can hear your breathing getting ragged. I wonder how many strokes you can make, and which of us you will cum in and the thought of not knowing is somehow exciting on its own. I reach between Natalie's legs and begin to stroke her clit, wanting to see her orgasm before you lose it completely. I feel her fingers between my own legs and you have to pause to watch us as we caress one another.

When you come back to me, you take three strokes and then your eyes close. I hold still, knowing that look well and I listen you to whisper, more to yourself than to us.

"Not yet, not yet. Not-yet."

Your final thrust for this round is more of a grinding against me and I cry out again as you get deeper than you have and it invokes that sensation of almost-pain. I know my fingers are moving faster, and Natalie is thrusting her hips against my hand as you thrust into her. Your push into her sends her over the edge, and I think you have cum as well when I hear you groan and feel fluid on my fingers. I am surprised when you press into me, still hard, but I know you are almost there. The smoothness is gone from your thrusts and it takes only a couple of movements before you drop yourself over me and begin to pound into me as hard as you can. Your breathing is more of a roar now. I love the sound of your excitement and every exhaled cry makes me tremble against you. 

I don't even think Natalie is done her own orgasm when you grab my hips so hard you lift me off the bed. Your nails dig into my ass and you orgasm inside me so hard that it feels like you are still thrusting. You grind against me as if you want me to taste you on the back of my throat. Your intensity brings me in my own final orgasm. It's small because I am so tired, but it is as sweet as any of the others and there is a mental joy that comes from having you inside me, above me, which nothing else can match. You collapse above me and hold me against you and I feel Natalie move up against our side and wrap her arm around you. 

We nap, but only briefly. Our trip is over and it isn't long before the three of us have to wash up once again and begin to dress. Natalie and I exchange numbers, and we all promise to get in touch should we ever be in the area again. Deep down, we all know it will never happen. This time has been so perfect that to try and recreate it would simply lessen the memory for all of us. Each of us kisses Natalie good-bye and she slides out the door with a smile and a wave. 

You and I share a longer kiss. It's harder for us to part and have this moment end. Finally, you pull away and look down at me. The expression you give me is one I haven't seen in a long time and I have missed it terribly.

"Thank you for this."

I shake my head, not having the words to tell you that I should be thanking you. We kiss again, and then part ways. I head home, missing you already.