3 comments/ 187586 views/ 8 favorites A Challenge By: StarryEyz As I walked into the dimly lit room, I could smell the heat in the air. The note had said, "Room 469, 1:00pm. Wear something easily removed." It had been typed, but when it had been delivered with a dozen white and fuchsia gladiolas, I knew it was from one or the other of them. Maybe both. Also, It didn't say which hotel, so I assumed it would be the one place the 3 of us had rendezvoused several times before. The key attached to the note did not have a tag, and the only marking was the room number etched on the top of one side. So here I stood, proven correct in my assumptions about the location, yet still unconfirmed on the author of the note. As I took a few steps in, the door closed behind me and swiftly a soft silky blindfold was wrapped around my eyes from behind. My hands were taken and when I tried to speak, a finger was placed to my lips to quiet my questioning. I smiled as I inhaled the scent of the hand below my nose. I knew that smell. I was led to what felt like an overstuffed, high-backed chair several feet across the room from where I had entered. My wrists were bound, comfortably, to the arms of the chair as I sat. I felt movement in front and behind me and breathed deeply to assure myself that these scents were the ones so familiar to me. They were. My two lovers were here. I was certain of that. I felt safe and relaxed a bit. But a moment later, while still feeling them move around me doing who-knows-what, I caught another scent. One I could not put a face to, but certainly knew to be that of a woman. As music began to play, just loud enough to mask any mistaken whispers in the otherwise silent room, I felt my lovers come to either side of me. One strong hand reached behind me to the small of my back, arching my body forward and pushing my breasts out. I felt a point of cold steel softly touch my neck and slowly trace down my body to the base of my shirt. I heard scissors open and deftly slice my shirt from my body, causing a quiver of fear and excitement to run down my spine. Again the scissors cut, this time up each sleeve so my shirt fell from my torso to be lifted away as my other lover removed his hand from my back. Next, my feet were lifted, gently yet firmly, to rest on the shoulders on one lover sitting in front of me. His hands slid up my legs as my heels rested against his chest. Up under my skirt until he lifted my tight ass off the chair. My other lover smoothly pulled my skirt over my hips and ass as I was lowered again and hands were slid down my legs to finish removing my garment. Clad now only in my bra, garter and stockings and heels, I felt them move away from me. I let a small moan of desire escape my lips and I could sense them looking at me and I knew they would be smiling. Suddenly, the smell of the woman in the room was over whelming. I realized she was right next to me, somewhere. But there was no connection, so how was I to predict what she would do? I felt my heart start to quicken and fear began to creep up on me, until I heard the heavy breath of my men across the room. "Relax." I told myself. "They are still here. You're safe." As I relaxed I could begin to feel where her eyes were upon me. I felt the burn of a stare across my already hard breasts as my skin prickled. Her fingers were so softly, like butterfly wings, touching the skin along the edge of my bra. Then I felt the steel again as she cut the straps from my shoulders and cut between my breasts. Excitement again flooded me as her hot breath touched my skin. I heard their breath quicken as well as I felt her hands part my thighs and her lips surround my tender brown nipple. As she slid up my legs from my knees, I felt the warm wetness that I had missed so of late rubbing along my thighs. My hands strained at the soft ropes, longing to touch this sensuous creature on my lap now. Her pussy came to rest against my shaved cunt and her juice dripped on my swollen lips. Her hands were now caressing my tits as she licked and kissed up my neck and nibbled at my ears. As she roamed my body with her fingers, she undid my garter and removed it. Moving her hands between our legs, my pussy began to throb, desperately wanting to suck on those soft fingertips. But instead, I heard her juicy cunt accept her own fingers. She was masturbating on my pussy! I gasped in pleasure as I heard the sounds of my lovers touching themselves. How had they known? Why can't I see her? All these things rushed in my head and out again as fast as I just began to enjoy the mysteriousness of this setup. Her breath started to shorten as she pushed her wet pussy against my belly and raised herself straddling me to rub her clit on my breasts as she fingered herself. She began to cum, and as she did I knew from the smell in the air my lovers were too. Her juice spilled out on my chest and quickly she lowered herself and ground her still cumming cunt against mine, now beginning to cum from sheer excitement now as well. Her hand went behind my head and pulled my mouth forward to taste her sweaty skin. My mouth sought out that nipple and found it instinctively. As I rolled it between my teeth and lips, I felt another spray of her lovely smelling cum flow across my lap. Then her fingers, which until so recently had been buried inside her, moved to my lips, parting me from her salty sweet skin and leading me to taste her. As I sucked her wet fingers in my mouth I gasped.... I was tasting one of the sweetest women I ever had, but I also tasted the distinct flavors of both my loves. I heard small laughs from the other side of the room as I licked her hand clean and she rose up off my lap and moved away. A few moments later, I heard the door shut and I knew she was gone. I was released from the chair; my blindfold removed and finally could see my lovers in the light. They stood there smiling and in their robes, as they handed me mine to wrap up in. Before I could ask, I was told, "She was a stripper in one of the clubs here. Tonight we are going to see how good your memory really is. We will go wherever you choose, as many places as you choose, but you must find her." They grinned. "You've got all night, but if you don't, we get to chose a punishment for you." Hmmm.... Well, either way I couldn't loose. "What are we waiting for!" I asked. "Can we leave now!?" A Challenge Paul stepped back, admiring his handiwork as Laura pressed up against him from behind, her hands rubbing over his body. "All set?" She asked. He smiled as he let her touch him. "Yes, ready." he replied. Her hands reached lower, feeling his hardness even against the crotch of his jeans. "May I have the first turn?" said Laura, her voice sultry and deep, with just a hint of pleading. Paul turned to face her, and their eyes met even as her body pressed against his. He knew this game, and she was good at it. "Why should you have the first turn? I've done all the set-up." "Ah, but if it weren't for me to begin with..." "Touché'. So how do we resolve this?" "You aren't giving in?" Her eyes fluttered slightly as she ever-so-slightly pressed her body harder against his crotch, eliciting the desired intake of breath. "No." he replied, quickly re-establishing his composure. "Well then," she said, pulling away from him. "It seems we are at an impasse. I propose a challenge to address the issue." "Oh?" Paul said, his tone neutral. "Oh, indeed. My proposition is as follows: First one to make the other cum wins, and gets the first turn." Paul looked at her then, trying to sense if she was joking. Her tone was serious, and she looked him right in the eye. He walked up to her, and she didn't backpedal. Once more they were body to body, eye to eye, each stealing a secret glance to the corner of the room every now and then. "Vegas wouldn't like my odds," he said finally. "What's the spread?" "No spread," she replied immediately. "But," she paused for effect, "I suppose I see your point, some ground rules are in order to make things 'fair'. First, we must stay in a position where we can pleasure one another. No moving so you can touch me and I can't touch you." "Fine," he said, "fair enough. But I want a five minute warm-up first. No touching my cock, and I can't touch your pussy. Everything else is game though." "Warm up?" she cried, her hand rubbing his crotch through his jeans. "I don't think you need a warm up, baby..." "I mean to warm you up. It's only fair, given that men excite more quickly than women." "Oh, you think I'm not warmed up?" she purred. "Have a feel." With that she pulled up her skirt, and led his hand underneath, pushing aside her panties. "Well then," he said, licking his fingers slowly, savoring the taste. "It seems you don't need a warm-up. Even so, it would be to my advantage, so I demand it. Five minutes." She sighed. "Fine. Any other demands?" "I don't suppose it would be too much to ask for the use of a vib-" "No way," she whispered, stretching out the words. "You have to earn this. Besides, look at what is at stake." He nodded solemnly, glancing across the room once again. His arms wrapped around her. Their lips met. The warm-up had begun. Their bodies pressed together tightly, though they tried (hopelessly) to avoid the rule of no genital contact. Paul blatantly disregarded it when he spun her around, pressing her up against the wall from behind, rubbing himself against her ass. Though, he reflected later, he was hurting himself most in the position, and she didn't complain. Anything but, in fact. Laura wiggled her ass against him rubbing herself up and down through their clothes as he undid her bra and slipped it out from under her shirt. Squeezing her nipples lightly, he allowed his breath to play against her ear, occasionally nibbling her earlobe as he teased her with words. "I'm going to enjoy making you watch me take my turn first," he declared, "You will beg for your chance, and I'll make you wait." "Not if I can help it," she hissed, returning the favor by arching her back, inviting him to press harder. "Remember the time I let you fuck my ass like this?" His breath shook and she knew that he did. Laura continued painting the picture. "Your cock was so hard inside me, and I was rubbing my pussy so fast, I could just feel myself ready to burst as you poured your hot cum inside me. Oh baby, I can't wait for you to do that again." Paul decided to switch tactics, pulling off his wife's pants, and lowering her panties to the floor. She stood there nearly naked save for her shirt, a blouse with all the buttons undone, her creamy skin inviting him to pull it free as well. He decided to wait, and instead brought his hand back, and sent it downward against the flesh of her bottom. Laura yelped, and then moaned, surprise turning to lust. "You've been a very bad girl tonight, very selfish for wanting everything first." She turned her head ever so slightly so that he could see her lips, and stretched them into a thick "O" as he spanked her again, letting another sultry moan escape her lips. A third smack made her ass cheeks red, and a fourth brought her nearly to touching herself. She looked at the clock. "Warm-up is over, baby." Laura said, pulling off her blouse and pushing him on to the sofa where she quickly pulled the clothing from his body, leaving nothing but his hard cock standing straight up at attention, already oozing precum. Laura directed a deliciously wicked smile at her husband as she lay on her hands and knees across his lap, his hand reaching underneath her to play with her wetness. "This won't take long at all," she grinned as she took his cock in her hand, stroking it gently. Some men enjoy getting straight to the action, but Paul liked to be teased, and his wife knew it. Laura took her time with his cock, licking it lightly as she played with the head in her hands, pumping him in long, slow strokes as she listened to his reactions, stealing a glance to the corner of the room. Paul took a deep breath. He knew what is wife was doing, but he also had a plan. Slipping his finger partway into her slickened pussy, he wet his finger before removing it and playing softly across her clit. He circled around it, watching as her body responded. At first, the reaction was subtle, but after only minutes Laura was squirming against him, moaning onto his cock which she had now taken in her mouth. Working him harder now, Laura alternated between jacking him off and taking his pulsing cock in her mouth, allowing her throat to fall as far over it as she could before releasing. This, she knew, had to be driving him wild. While she couldn't hear his moans over her own, she could feel his hips driving upward, fucking her mouth harder and harder with every second as she bucked against the finger giving her pleasure, and felt a familiar tingling rising up within her... "New position!" she said, having removed his cock from her mouth, and pulled back out of range of his hand, just in time. He sat there for several seconds, dazed, before he stood up and followed her "come hither" beckoning to the floor several steps away. At her instruction, he lay down on the carpet, facing upwards, while she lay down on top of him in the opposite direction. They wasted no time resuming their pleasuring of one another. Laura used just her mouth now, taking him deep in her throat and sucking his cock with increasing intensity. Paul pressed his hands against her hips and pulled her pussy to his mouth, tasting Laura's wetness as it covered his face and lips. Their urgency intensified, each sensing the other getting close as their orgasms closed it. Laura stopped sucking only to breathe and cry out in pleasure as Paul continued circling around her clit, pausing occasionally to suck at it needfully. Their grunting paused when a shy, feminine voice from the corner of the room spoke to them. "Will you fuck her so I can see?" it said with a tone of desperation, "Please?" Laura looked back at her husband, smiling. "I don't know. What do you think, honey? Do you want to fuck this pussy?" Paul answered by rolling out from under his wife, putting her on her hands and knees facing the corner of the room. Without hesitation, he pushed inside her, his pulsing cock filling Laura so that she grunted with every thrust. "Oh honey," Laura said mockingly, "You aren't going to last long like this." She was right. Even as she spoke he could feel his orgasm approaching. Desperate, he pushed deep inside of her and reached around her body, his fingertips just pressing against her clit as he pumped and pleasured her in one smooth motion. Laura was caught by surprise, as he didn't often use this approach. Wiggling her body and arching her back, she did everything she could to finish him off even as her own orgasm built and quickly overwhelmed her, pushing up through her body until she could no longer hold on. Her body shook against him, and he held her as she moaned and twisted, squealing with delight and frustration at having lost. The closeness of the contest was obvious when Paul pulled his cock from his wife's pussy, his imminent orgasm undeniable. Instead of continuing, however, he allowed himself to calm, smiling deeply. "I guess that means I get first turn," he said. "Only fitting since I did tie her up." Laura looked over at the pale, dark-haired woman tied to the chair in the corner. She was wearing a short leather skirt, and her legs were tied so as to be spread wide open, revealing the panties beneath. They were already soaked. "I guess you are right," Laura replied longingly. "And," continued Paul, reaching for the rope, "Now you have to watch." A Challenge I sit in the dark car. We've teased each other like this before -- each assured that we could take whatever taunting the other could throw at us. I just spent about 15 minutes, just running my fingertips over her face, slowly. Gently. Tracing the outlines of her lips, the shape of her eyes, massaging her ears. I relished the visual of the deep, barely controlled breaths which parted her full, aroused lips. The sight of her tongue as she sought to keep them moist. The rise and fall of her magnificent chest as each breath shuddered in and out of her -- each one deeper than the last. "You're driving me crazy." She pants. "Do you need me to stop? If it's too much for you to resist, I can stop." "I can take whatever you throw at me." "Liar. You're getting desperate." "Yeah? Well your hands are trembling. Are they wanting to move a bit lower?" "I can take whatever you dish out, too, you know." She looks sharp at me -- weighing something in her mind. "How strong are you?" she questions. "Close your eyes." I cheat, narrowing them to slits as I watch her in the moonlight. Not trusting me fully, she turns her back to me and reaches up under her shirt, unhooking her bra. She slides it out of her shirt, then pulls the loose sleeves down her arms, exposing her long neck and smooth shoulders -- but just barely concealing those breasts I have never seen. She turns back around, finding me looking at her. A smirk crosses her lips as she waits for a reaction. "See anything interesting?" She teases. "Nope" I lie. She grins at me, knowing me too well. "Good. Then you won't mind if I do this." And she turns and leans back against my chest. "Remember, no touching anything that's covered." I did remember -- I had set the rule. The awkward position in the front seat of the car left her resting her head on my left shoulder, with her back to my chest. My left hand is confined -- I let it cup and scratch the back of her head. My other hand is free. I once again tease, starting at her lips. Now my fingers trail down her long neck. She arches her head back to make room for more. My light caresses start to glide along her bare shoulders, savoring each curve. There is the hollow at the base of her neck. There is the arch of a collarbone, delicate beneath my fingers. There is the globe of a shoulder. I've been here before, but not often. I take my time, savoring the simple sensations of her smooth flesh beneath my fingertips. The feel of her breath against my neck. The warmth radiating from the pink flush spreading over her cheeks and chest. There -- my fingers have lightly brushed up against the lacy collar of her shirt. It rests on the very top of the upper slope of her breast. Neither of us acknowledges this fact. My hand starts to slide to the side, not breaking contact with the collar of her wide-necked shirt. Her eyes close as she, too, savors the touch. Back and forth, my fingertips glide. Occasionally I pull just a bit -- lowering the collar, exposing a millimeter more skin to my eyes. Mostly, however, I am content -- this, right here is wonderfully erotic. "Is that all you're going to touch?" She inquires heavily, looking up at me. "Covered skin, remember. And I don't want to touch your breasts. That's off-limits." "I know." She responds. Then a slight smile crosses her lips as she reaches up to take my hand. I tense, hoping she hasn't broken. Hasn't crossed the line where she can't take my teasing anymore. She slowly brings my hand down the front of her shirt, a hair's breadth from contact. She has to fight as she pushes against me -- I'm resisting, not sure where she's going with this. Finally, she places one of my fingers on the thin strip of real estate revealed by her shirt sliding up a bit. "Not covered." She smirks at me. My hand sits still, trembling slightly. She releases it, and looks up at me. "Is it too far?" She asks. "Very nearly" I respond, swallowing heavily. "Good" she responds contentedly, and pulls her shirt up almost to the bottom of her breasts. I close my eyes, not moving my hand. Not moving a muscle. But the tension and the weight of my own arm betray me -- slowly, my whole hand lowers to rest on her exposed stomach. I swear, she's almost purring. My fingers begin to pulse. Not moving, but just massaging in place. She arches her back at this, almost pressing her covered breasts to my face. Her shirt shifts yet again. I still can't see a thing. My hand begins cupping her firm stomach. Sliding over her warm flesh. I can see the tiny, nearly-invisible hairs on her stomach, highlighted by the beam of moonlight. I can smell her shampoo, her skin, her breath, and her arousal. Her hand rests on my wrist, coaxing me into bigger and bigger circles. Then, on one circle, right as my hand passes the peak of the arc, she springs. She pulls hard on my hand, trying to get it to slide upwards. I lock my arm muscles, pressing to hold my hand in place. I look down at her. She is staring into my eyes, deadly serious. I don't break eye contact, locked in a battle of wills -- and worse, I'm fighting her will as well as my own body's strident demands. My hand trembles as I struggle against her. I'm stronger than her. Bigger. There should be no contest. But still my hand is locked in place. I can make no headway against her. Suddenly, I feel a contact against the back of my thumb. She's gotten me far enough that the side of my hand is feather lightly brushing against the base of her breast. The orb I've never seen, never touched. She catches her breath sharply, then redoubles her efforts. The next thing I know, I'm cupping her full breast, her nipple pressing hard against my palm. Still staring into my eyes, we both freeze. A moment passes. Another. "You're touching my breast" She whispers. "I am." I breathe. "You aren't supposed to be doing that" she wonders as she stares deep into my eyes. "No, I'm not." "Which one of us won?" "I'm... not sure." She sits up in the seat, pulling away from me. "Are you ok?" she asks me. In response, I reach over and pull her back into my lap. Forceful. I take the bottom of her shirt in my hands, and pull it up, exposing her fully to me. She gleams silver in the moonlight, flawless. She is frozen in place, delighted at my boldness, yet frightened. Now it is her turn to wonder -- have I lost control? Is she about to be ravished? I drop a finger to her exposed breast and let it rest there. Just one. I'm not sure I can handle two yet. I circle it around the outer circumference of her breast, taking a few moments to explore the underside. Slowly, around and around I circle, watching her nipples shrink and grow taut with anticipation. My finger traces a smaller and smaller circle, until it almost touches her nipple. Then I stop, and start the process on her other breast. "You're killing me here" she gasps. I only grin in response. As my finger nears her nipple this time, she cheats -- she reaches for my hand and pushes me onto it. Her back arches suddenly as I take a moment to explore what it feels like to squeeze, pull, and manipulate this tiny nub. "That feels... amazing... I... what... how can that feel so good..." The words flow out of her mouth unchecked, unedited. So I figure, she cheated, I can cheat, too. I lean forward and suck her other nipple into my mouth. A slight, breathy shriek bursts from her mouth as her hand clutches at the back of my head, holding me in place. The moment stretches into minutes as I continue to explore. Only now, I'm not exploring her body, but her mind. How much of this can she take? When will she break? After an eternity of bliss for each of us, I pull away. She sits up, covers herself with her hands. "I should really go soon." She says. I start to respond, when she surprises me yet again, climbing over me, straddling me. Her shirt is gone, but she still wears her jeans. She sits atop me, looking down. My throbbing erection is pressed against her crotch, but she pays it no mind. She leans forward and presses my face to her breasts. I don't think she notices as I twitch, slightly, against her. I don't think she notices as her hips grind back, driving herself against me. We sit like this -- tiny, tight movements, my hands gently stroking her bare back, my lips savoring the taste of her chest. It's intense. After a lifetime of this, I push her upright. I'm careful not to break all the contacts between our bodies -- her weight on me is heaven. I can feel her warmth -- she's soaking through both our pants. Divinity. She puts her shirt back on, slides back to her seat. We try not to make eye contact, knowing that it would just set us off again. "Did you enjoy that?" I ask. "That felt so good... I never...you can do that to me whenever you want" She replies. "Careful. I might take you up on that." "I need to go" "So do I. Tomorrow?" "Tomorrow. Good night." She climbs out of the car and vanishes quickly into the night. I take a moment and file away as many details away as I can about this night -- I know I'll want them later. Later tonight, and likely for years to come. This was a good night.