0 comments/ 11618 views/ 0 favorites Spring Breeze By: victorecho Ah Spring, when a young man's fancy turns to thoughts of ... well ... sex actually. Or baseball, but that is a completely different story. Washington seasons suffer from "mood swings," especially when it comes to the temperature during the spring and fall. This spring was no different. Yesterday, the weather gurus had been calling for a high in the mid to upper sixties, yet it had struggled to get to fifty. Today, they were calling for highs in the upper sixties to lower seventies, so it was no surprise when my alarm went off at four o'clock in the morning that the temperature outside my window was striving valiantly towards twenty. In other words, I would be dressing for a mid-winter morning and coming home, dressed for a mid-winter morning in a mid-spring heat, if everything went according to plan. I probably wanted to wear layers on the off chance that it actually made it close to the predicted highs. That way I would be able to pull off the sweat-soaked shirts as I went through the day. To say that spring had come upon me unaware would be true. It had been a funky winter. Originally predicted to be warmer and dryer than normal, it had been colder and wetter and thus, darker. It was the type of winter where the sun never really shone. Instead, when it did, it was watery at best on those rare days when it was not completely hidden by clouds or obscured by various forms of precipitation falling from the sky. I work in a windowless bunker, arriving and going home pretty much in the dark with only a brief outdoor excursion at lunch, which this winter had been few. As a result, you can understand why I was suddenly surprised that spring had arrived. The calendar may have said that Opening Day was only a week away, but it still felt and looked a lot like winter, the snow only having melted entirely the week before, and the cherry blossoms still several weeks away. I was already in a foul mood when I woke up. I figured I might as well have coffee until the doctor said I could not have it anymore. Damn kidney stones had sidelined me for a couple of weeks and then I got sick and then Jean got sick, so I was sexually frustrated as well. It had been almost a month and I was sure that was not helping improve my mood as I climbed onto the train in the cold dark air, fixed my headphones, turned on the music, tipped my hat over my eyes and went back to sleep for another hour. I had finished my coffee and scone while reading the headlines and had started to investigate what gremlin had decided to take over my network this morning. Wireshark was spitting out packets as fast as they hit the router's interface and I still was no closer to figuring out what exactly was wrong when an instant message pinged in. sexyjean (10:11:03): Hi. What are you doing for lunch? ve (10:11:15): Powerbar and a coke, why? sexyjean (10:12:01): Want a better offer? :-) ve (10:12:13): Sure, what are you offering? sexyjean (10:12:55): Picnic on the Mall. ve (10:13:12): Sure 12:30. Wait, aren't you working? sexyjean (10:13:30):Nope. Better offer :-) ve (10:14:12)? sexyjean (10:14:45): Surprise. See you soon. Love you! And with that she logged out, leaving me to ponder the universe and the frustrations of network traffic as I noticed a DHCP call response followed by a "cannot find network" error. Well, at least it was a clue to figuring out what was wrong with the network. I had long since given up trying to figure out women. I spent the morning reconfiguring gateway addresses and ping testing and was beginning to get things working when my phone chirped with an SMS message. "I'm here," was all it said. She was a little early for my normal lunch hour but I was not going to complain. I was hungry and I was at the point where I could take a break for a bit. "I am at lunch," I yelled to the office in general as I grabbed my coat and hit the head before ascending to street level. I saw Jean through the doors as I walked out of the building and hugged her close and gave her a kiss. "Do I get one of those too?" The voice stopped me cold. It was one of those moments where you know who it is, but you cannot place it immediately because it is out of context. I had to let go of Jean and turn around to make sure I was really hearing who I thought I was. "Katherine?!" I exclaimed, seeing her standing just behind me. I am sure I had a goofy grin on my face as I scooped her into my arms and hugged and kissed her soundly. It had been far too long since I had done that and I had really missed her physical presence. Cyber kisses do not have the same impact. "Wait a minute, this is a set up," I said, scooping Jean up in one arm and not letting go of Katherine. "The whole story of her working odd hours this week was just a smoke screen." Jean was smiling as much as I was and Katherine just put her head on my chest. "Yup. We cooked it up last weekend. I told you, I got a better offer," Jean said, handing me the picnic bag and turning us towards the White House. It had warmed up significantly while I had been downstairs in my cave. I took off my jacket and slung the picnic bag onto my shoulder and took a moment to actually look at the ladies. Jean and Katherine are about the same size. Five-four, lovely breasts, round asses. Jean was wearing a white satin blouse with a broad collar and buttons, the top three of which seemed to be undone, showing off the top of her lightest, filmiest bra, which barely contains her breasts. She was wearing an interestingly checked black and white skirt that I did not recall her owning. In fact, I did not recall her owning the blouse either. It was too European for her to have bought it in the US. What I found really unusual was she was wearing stockings and dress shoes. While my mind internalized her outfit, my eyes were already looking at Katherine, who seemed to be wearing stylistically the same thing, a satin blouse in a very pretty blue and a black skirt, also with hose and dress shoes. They were her normal three inch heels which actually made her taller than Jean, but she wore heels more often than Jean did. She too had the top three buttons undone and her breasts were held close in a red bra that made them look wonderful. I offered the ladies my arms and, with Jean on my left and Katherine on my right, we crossed the street and made our way towards the Mall. "Ladies, neither one of you is wearing the right shoes to walk far, you know." Like most Washington commuters, I had forgone wearing dress shoes after September 11 and now religiously wore shoes that I could walk at least a mile in if I had to. "We have walking shoes in the bag for after lunch. We are going to look at the museums while you finish up and then you are taking us out for dinner," Jean informed me. "But we thought we would come and have lunch with you first and give you the full effect. Think of it as incentive to help you get through the afternoon," she said with a smile. "Have I ever mentioned you are a minx?" I said. "Which one?" Katherine asked me. "Both of you of course," I replied as we walked down 15th Street, and past the Ellipse. In the distance, the Washington Monument was sticking up from its hill while tourists and Uniformed Secret Service agents were crowding the street. "I am so glad you are here," I said, squeezing Katherine again. "How long are you staying?" My head was on a swivel as the two of them looked at each other. "I guess that depends," she said. "How healthy are you?" She was smiling as she said it and I knew exactly what she meant. "My health is excellent my lady." "Well, in that case, I am going to stay until you wear me out and I am totally satisfied," she said, looking at Jean in the process. "Well, I am sure I can do my part, but you better check with Jean. I don't think she is back to form yet." I was teasing of course. "Oh, there is nothing wrong with her," Katherine said, smiling, her eyes glowing with mischief. Jean offered me her left hand, which I kissed and then noticed the smell. I sucked her index finger into my mouth, tickling it with my tongue as I did so, and tasting Katherine's presence there. "When exactly did you get in," I asked, looking back and forth between them. "Oh, two or three orgasms ago at least," Jean said with an evil twinkle in her eye. Just the thought of the two of them bringing each other to orgasm was enough to make my cock hard in my pants. "I see we finally have his attention," Katherine said as we crossed over Constitution Avenue and walked across the grass. "You had my attention a long time ago darlings," I said kissing each one of them on the neck quickly as we continued forward. "Where would you like to eat?" "Choices, choices," Jean said, rubbing my ass while Katherine rubbed my chest, both suddenly looking very hungry, and not for food. "Heartless flirts, the pair of you," I responded, stopping and taking the bag off of my shoulder. "I have decided we are eating here." I unhooked the blanket and shook it out and the ladies each took a corner while I investigated our options. There was some chicken, salads, juice boxes and a small chocolate cake. Yes, heartless flirts. It was all finger food, and there was wine in the reusable juice boxes. I set down a plate and sat down with the ladies. They had started with their legs demurely tucked underneath them, but once I had set out the lunch, they moved to sit cross legged, their skirts almost covering their legs, giving me nothing interesting to see. Katherine took pity on me and picked up a piece of chicken and fed it to me, letting me nibble it down to her fingers, which also got a bit of a nip. I repeated the process with Jean and she did the same with Katherine, only Katherine sucked a little more on Jean's fingers when she reached them, causing Jean to moan slightly. Lunch was slowly consumed this way. We were probably a little more overt than we should have been, especially as the level in our juice boxes began to go down, but we really did not care. The air was warm, there was not much of a breeze and the few tourists that were wandering around really did not seem to be paying us much attention. At some point, the skirts, which had been covering their legs, had been pulled up, and as we progressed through lunch, I could see more calf, then thigh. By the time we were ready to start dessert both Jean and Katherine had pulled their skirts up sufficiently far enough that if I had not been hard before, I was now. Since I had been, it was almost painful. Jean was clearly not wearing panties and her smooth bald pussy was gaping open for my pleasure barely hiding in the shadows of her skirt but otherwise uncovered for all to see and enjoy if they were looking the right way. What really surprised me was that Katherine was equally bare. Her pussy was not shaved, but neatly trimmed, her large clit was visibly swollen and her lips were puffy under their light covering of hair. I was resisting, with every fiber of my being, the urge to plunge my tongue into those lovely sights and lick them both dry because they were as wet as my own cock was hard. "I think he has found our surprise," Katherine said with a smirk, looking at me. "Took him long enough," Jean said. The two ladies had one of those conversations with their eyes that only women can have. In the meantime, I was trying to school my emotions and not take them each in turn in the middle of the Mall. The Park Police tend to frown on that sort of thing. "I am not sure you are grasping the problem darlings," I said. "I have to go back to work, thinking about the two of you running around DC with no underwear on, looking at whatever you are looking at, and I am sure you are going to be giving a number of people a thrill too." "Oh, we want to grasp the problem," Katherine said, smirking, "and wrap our hands around it." "I want you to grasp the problem, one that is clearly more solid by the moment I might add," I said, looking at Katherine's eyes instead of her naked charms. "Maybe we should have our chocolate cake," Jean said, reaching for the plastic container. "There are forks in the bag." "Since when do you use a fork to eat this?" I asked picking up a piece and feeding it to her, her lips wrapping around my fingers and her mouth sucking the sugary frosting off of them. Katherine was leaning forward, watching us, her eyes slightly glassy and her mouth open, waiting for her piece. I picked it up and fed it to her, her lips also closing tight over my fingers, her tongue playing with the tips of my fingers and making my insides rubbery while my cock seemed to stiffen up even more. Both of them fed me at the same time. The cake was rich and the chocolate dark and silky. I teased them by playing my tongue over their finger tips, sucking gently on them, trying to tickle and tease at the same time. I had my eyes closed, feeling the roughness of their skin and smoothness of their nails and listening to their gentle sighs over the light breeze and smelling the mixture of food and their aromas along with the newness of the grass. I was beginning to regret that I had to go back to work, but there also was nowhere near-by where we could easily slip off to and slake our rising hunger. We lingered over our cake as much as we dared and I again took the opportunity to look at my lovely ladies. How I had wound up in this situation continued to amaze me but I was more than happy to enjoy it as long as I could. Jean was flirting with Katherine, the two of them giggling like school girls and trading smoldering looks at the same time while they pulled more sensible shoes out of the bag and put them on with lots of exposed skin made available for my viewing pleasure. I was horny, hard, and had to go back to work. What a day this was turning out to be. "Lunch was lovely, ladies. Or is that, lunch was wonderful my lovely ladies?" I said as I packed up the last of our things. "Do you want me to take this?" "Yes please," Jean said, as I helped her and then Katherine to their feet. "We are meeting at the Chop House at six for dinner, so do try to be on time. We will be in the bar, unless you hear differently," Jean said, as she took Katherine's hand in hers. "Behave yourself." She leaned in and kissed me, rubbing herself against me in the process before moving aside and letting Katherine kiss me and hug me and rub herself against me as well. "I don't know if I can behave, but I will strive not to think about you until dinner," I said, adjusting myself. "Oh, but we want you to think about us, our skirts loose, the wind blowing between our legs. Just don't do anything more than think about it," Katherine said, kissing my neck and nibbling my earlobe, her hand running over the swollen bulge in my pants knowing full well the affect she was having on me and loving every minute of it. I was striving not to unload right there. "We want you to think about all those people looking at us, wondering what we are up to and why we are having so much fun," Jean said, sliding her hand into my pocket and stroking my cock through the material. "We want you hard and wet all afternoon so that when you find us in the bar, tipsy and kissing each other, you won't be able to resist the urge to sneak us off one at a time for a quickie in the men's room. But we won't let you," she whispered into my ear. "We are going to keep teasing you." She finished with a quick nip of my earlobe, pulled Katherine to her, kissed her soundly and made a little shooing motion. "Go on. Back to work." Giggling, the two of them turned and headed along the Mall towards the Smithsonian, while I could do little more than watch their retreating asses. It was shaping up to be a very long afternoon. My afternoon was unproductive. I spent most of it in a fog. I could not get comfortable and every time I thought I had managed to get my mind back on work, I would catch a whiff of their perfume on my shirt or taste them on the back of my tongue and I would find myself distracted all over again. The rest of the staff left me to my own devices and other than the occasional SMS message from the ladies telling me where they were or regaling me with something even more salacious, things like "Jean tastes like strawberries" or "Katherine wants to look for a thong" or "We just fondled each other to an orgasm at the Portrait Gallery," the afternoon simply dragged along. I put in more hours than normal that day but I wasn't worried. I suspected I would be sleeping in tomorrow and needed the extra time today. In fact, I had a pretty good feeling I would be arriving late after sleeping in the rest of the week, unless I just blew it off completely. I was just gathering up my laptop and stuffing it into my bag when a new message came in. Change of plans. Meet at the lingerie store. By ESPN? I sent back. I was fairly certain which one they were at, but I did not want to be at the wrong one. Yup, hurry. xo I did not have to be told twice and picked up my bag, tossed my jacket into the picnic bag, and headed out into the remaining light of the afternoon. The store was only twelve odd blocks from the office, but it was not an easy walk with all the evening commuters and the tourists that pop up for Cherry Blossom festival and a half-a-dozen other events the city was hosting this week clogging the sidewalks and slowing my progress. I resisted the urge to mow them down in my rush while they stood gawking at the façade of every building, and arrived only fifteen minutes after I had left. Jean was in the main part of the store when I arrived, but Katherine was nowhere to be seen. There was also a pretty, petite sales girl talking to Jean. "Did you lose Katherine?" I asked, putting down the bags and getting a kiss. "I am in here," said a muffled voice to my left coming from the changing room that had been canted so it was out of sight of the main door, the curtain drawn slightly across it. "What do you think," she asked, pulling the curtain open. I was stunned. I was instantly hard. Katherine has a wonderful chest. She was wearing a black and pink lace bra that only just contained her breasts, making them look larger and higher on her chest than they normally appear, and her large dark nipples were hard and pushing against the material. She also does not wear thongs. A point she has driven home several times. She was wearing a matching thong. Or maybe it was a tanga. At that point I do not think I could tell you the difference, but it made her look stunning, sexy, and beautiful. It was all I could do not to take her right there and she knew it. "He's speechless," Katherine said. "He's drooling," Jean said, coming up behind me and closing my mouth with her hand, the clomp of my teeth hitting each other audible in otherwise quiet store. "He is wondering how he is going to get through dinner," I said. I really wanted to take both of them home now. "Good, then my work here is done," Katherine said, closing the curtain. "And what about you?" I asked Jean, trying to get my mind working again while Katherine got dressed. "Oh, I am already wearing mine. So you will have to wait. Becky said it was ... enough to make her ruin her panties." She kissed me hard and I heard a giggle. "I'm Becky," the sales associate said, shaking my hand. "Jason. It is a pleasure to meet you Becky. And if you can put up with this pair, then you have done a yeoman's duty this afternoon." "Oh, it was fun," she said with a full, sexy smile. "Will there be anything else?" she asked Jean. "No, I think we have everything we need to keep him wrapped around our fingers for the rest of the evening," Jean said. "If you need any more help, just call me," Becky said, moving over to the cash register. "Please tell me you kept it under a million dollars," I said turning to look at Jean, having seen a small pile of silk and lace on the counter. Spring Breeze "I think so, but Katherine really needed some new things," Jean said with a bit of a smile. I was proud of myself and only groaned a little bit when Becky told me the total. With a few more bags in hand, we grabbed a cab, the ladies having changed their shoes and we were sitting at the bar 10 minutes later waiting for our table. I needed a drink and ordered a scotch. I normally do not drink scotch before dinner, but I needed something to calm my overloaded nerves. The ladies were behaving themselves to all outward appearances, their conversation light and flirty, but after lunch and the show at the lingerie store, every touch was like a hot iron to my system, and they kept bumping into me in such a way that gave them an excuse to further touch me. I was a wreck. A horny wreck. Tables at restaurants in DC are not generally arranged for intimacy. They are arranged for power meetings, for presentations and for sales pitches, so it was no surprise when we were shown to our booth that one of us would have to sit apart from the other two. Since I was the one being teased, I got to sit opposite the ladies, who slid into their side while I slid into mine. "Hi, I am Deborah and I will be your server this evening. Can I start you off with something to drink?" Our table was off the main line of the restaurant so the ladies had undone another button on their blouses, allowing me to clearly see the black and pink bra that Katherine was wearing and the black bra that Jean had selected. I really could not tell more than it was black, but Deborah must have noticed it because she stumbled in her speech slightly. "Hello Deborah. Don't let those two distract you. We would like a bottle of the Moet White Star please and three glasses." "Of course. Can I see some IDs?" I had gotten use to this question. While I was clearly over the drinking age by several centuries, Jean looked barely 18, so we tripped the ID button everywhere we went. The ladies pulled out their IDs and I passed over mine and after Deborah had inspected Katherine's, which was not only out of state, but out of country, she smiled, licked her lips slightly and went off in search of our wine. "If you keep that up, you will wind up seducing our server," I said, staring back at the pair of them, each with a hand below the table. "She's cute," Jean said off handedly, her eyes lidding briefly. "Hands above the table you two. If I have to sit here in agony, so do you." "He's no fun," Katherine said, bringing her hand up and licking her fingers sexily a moment before Jean did the same thing. As they were teasing me, Deborah returned with our champagne, but neither lady stopped while Deborah attempted to open the bottle without injuring us and watching them at the same time. A pop and the job was done, Deborah poured the champagne slowly into the glasses before passing them to Katherine, Jean and then myself. "I will give you a couple of minutes to look over the menu," Deborah said, turning to leave. As she did, Jean took that moment to run her hand over her slightly exposed breast, which made her nipples stand up, clearly visible through the material of her shirt. Deborah seemed to stumble slightly as she went by and Jean bent over to kiss Katherine quickly. I could only shake my head at their antics. "Ladies, to sleepless nights and complete exhaustion," I said, raising my glass. "To screaming orgasms and plenty of them," Katherine said. "To a man who knows how to keep a woman happy and a woman who doesn't mind helping," Jean said as we clinked our glasses before drinking our toast. Dinner was a lovely affair of steak, potatoes, more wine and lots of flirting. I do not think we had a more attentive server as Deborah seemed to hover around the table the entire meal, her nipples clearly straining the stiff fabric of her shirt. They must have been huge to make such an impression. At one point the ladies had gotten up and gone to the restroom, whether to play with each other or to answer the call of nature was not revealed to me. Deborah, seeing them gone came over. "Are they your girlfriends..." she was generally confused. "Yes," I answered simply. "Although they keep threatening to move to Canada and marry each other. Why?" "I just have never..." "Yes, well, they have been apart for a while and are catching up. They have been teasing me all day." "They have been teasing me since they sat down." "I'm sorry about that. They tend to get carried away. I will see what I can do." "Oh, I don't mind. They are both very sexy but they might want to tone it down. Otherwise I might just decide to come home with you," she said with a wink. "I don't think they would mind," I said smiling and raising my glass to her as she shook her head and walked away. "What was that all about?" Jean asked as they slid back in. "What do you mean?" "Deborah blew me a kiss as she went by." "I have no idea darling. Maybe you should ask her when she comes back." Our desserts arrived and were consumed slowly and with a lot of sexual innuendo. We did not quite feed each other this time, but there was no question what was running through our minds as we finished up. Throughout the entire dessert, there was no sign of Deborah. I had just put my fork down when I saw her walking up the aisle towards our table. "Can I bring you anything else tonight?" "No, I think that will do it," I said as she started to hand me the check. Katherine looked at Jean and then bent into kiss her slowly and deeply. I could hear Jean moan in pleasure as Katherine slid a hand over Jean's breast and tweaked the nipple. I was completely distracted and it was Deborah's sharp intake of breath that got my attention and the ladies. Katherine was in no hurry to let Jean go and Jean did not seem embarrassed or in any hurry either. Deborah's nipples were hard again and she was trembling as she ripped her eyes away from the ladies and handed me the receipt. "Thanks ... thanks for coming and please come again," she managed to choke out before almost fleeing the table. Jean and Katherine fell together, laughing in one another's arms while I totaled up the bill and signed the charge slip. I simply shook my head and gathered up our things, letting the ladies preceded me out of the restaurant. If every eye was not on the three of us, then the owner of those eyes was well and truly blind but I was enjoying the swish of skirts ahead of me, my mind contemplating the potential of what was to come later. We stepped out into the night air. Tomorrow's weather was on its way and it was getting cold again. Sleeping in next to these two lovelies was just what the doctor ordered, but first we had to get to bed, a task made slightly more complicated by the fact that the last train had left the station several hours ago. "Metro?" I asked Jean as she had turned in the direction of the station entrance a half a block from the restaurant. "Yes, and then you can drive us home," she said, her motions more than slightly exaggerated by the wine and the height of her heels. I presented a steadying arm to each lady, Katherine needing less steadying than Jean but all of us holding each other up as we made our way underground and waited on the platform with the last of the day shift and those coming into town for shows, events and dinner. The ladies kissed my neck occasionally as we waited but seemed content in the post dinner lassitude that overtook us. When we got off the train in Vienna, I let Jean lead the way and I was looking for her car. I was surprised to find mine instead at the end of our short walk. "Yours is bigger," Jean said as I unlocked the doors and watched the ladies pile into the back seat. I guess I was playing chauffeur tonight as I got into the driver's seat, buckled up and made for the exit and the forty-five minute drive home. I focused on my driving and got us up onto the Interstate. The ladies had been kissing each other in the back seat since we pulled out, but I tried to ignore it as best I could until we were underway and I could split my attention between my driving and their antics in the backseat. Jean had Katherine's blouse almost completely undone and was squeezing one of her nipples through the filmy bra, her tongue dancing in Katherine's mouth. Katherine was holding Jean's head with one hand and gentle moans could be heard. I watched Jean kiss her way across Katherine's neck and upper chest, the thrill of watching it had made me drop my foot onto the accelerator and I had to go back to driving for a moment to navigate around a truck that I was rapidly approaching and then work through some heavy traffic that we had managed to catch up to. I worked clear of all of that, set the cruise control and looked in the rear view mirror again. Katherine was now naked from the waist up, Jean sucking on one of her nipples and pulling and pinching the other one. Katherine's head was thrown back and she was moaning and sighing. The smell of female arousal was thick and heavy in the car and my cock was hard in my pants, oozing precome at the sights in the back seat. Katherine seemed to be massaging one of Jean's breasts but from my angle I could not tell if she was inside or outside Jean's blouse. I noticed that Jean had moved her hand off of Katherine's breast and the sharp intake of breath and the moaning "yesss..." lead me to believe that she had just started playing with Katherine's pussy. More traffic broke my concentration and I had to focus on getting us off the interstate and back onto the local roads. During this time I heard a lot of shifting and sighing and some slurping coming from the back seat. As I got us headed south I heard a "Yes, don't stop, right there ... oh, yes, that's it," coming from Katherine followed by a long keening moan and lots of panting. The car seemed to bounce a bit and I looked up in time to see Katherine pushing herself against the back seat before collapsing and starting back up again with her sighing moan as Jean brought her to a second and then a third orgasm before we made it home. "Everyone decent?" I asked, parking in a slightly darkened corner of the complex, the smell of sex thick in the air and my cock equally thick from all the exciting sounds I had heard in the back and the anticipation of the rest of the evening. I turned off the engine and the lights and got out, pulling my bag off the passenger's seat while the ladies got themselves out of the car, Katherine was holding her blouse over her naked torso, while Jean carried in their other belongings. I wrapped Katherine in my arms and kissed her before locking up the car and steering her towards our apartment. Jean had gone on ahead to open the door, giving us a couple of moments alone to say hello. "I am so glad you are here," I said quietly to her, turning her for another kiss. Katherine's kisses are something to treasure and I get them so rarely that they are a treat I was not going to pass up. She kissed me back with as much passion as I was kissing her with, one hand playing with my hair while the other held her blouse closed, our tongues renewing acquaintances and our lips moving smoothly against each other. "I am glad I am here to. Now let's get inside. Jean is lovely, but I have missed you and I want to taste you and she promised me I could do that next." I could only chuckle at that and we made our way into the warmth of the apartment where Jean was busy lighting candles in the bedroom. Katherine's overnight bag was just inside the door and she picked it up and carried it into the bedroom. This started a small rotation through the one bathroom and I kicked off my shoes and took off my watch while I waited. Jean went last, leaving Katherine and I alone in the small bedroom. "I missed you. What made you decide to come, or were you seduced?" I asked as I trailed little kisses across her neck and ear while undoing her skirt, her blouse long since gone. "I was seduced," she sighed back at me as I nibbled her earlobe. It had been a while since I had done that and feeling her hands tighten around me as she tried to get closer to me. "Jean said you had been sick and needed some help making sure you were healthy..." I cut her off with a kiss, our lips sliding against each other, warm and wet and her hands playing up and down my clothed body as my hands moved across her warm, naked, skin. Our tongues met and she pressed herself harder against me, trying to consume me, put me inside her and crawl inside of me all at the same time. I had missed her touch and clearly she had missed mine as well. We hung on to each other like two survivors adrift at sea and I felt, more than heard her moaning against me as I felt Jean's hands slide between us and cup Katherine's breasts. "He still has his clothes on," I heard Jean whisper to Katherine, and as I opened my eyes, I noticed she was nibbling Katherine's ear as she was whispering. Katherine mumbled something but our tongues jammed together prevented her from really saying anything, even if she had wanted to and she seemed to hold me tighter. "Well, then I guess I will just have to take care of that," Jean whispered from the other side. Katherine turned her body slightly, blocking Jean with her body. "Now, Katherine, be nice," I said between kisses along her jaw and along her shoulder. "No," she said simply, kissing my neck and unbuttoning my shirt slowly. "She gets to do this anytime she wants too. It's my turn now." I had not expected someone to be undressing me tonight and had a t-shirt on under my traditional Hawaiian shirt and it brought a growl of frustration from her. "Hey, don't get mad, I didn't expect... ," I never got the rest of the sentence out because Jean pulled the hem of the shirt out of my pants and over my head in a single smooth, practiced motion and Katherine ran her nails down my back as she pulled me to her and kissed me, her naked breasts pressed tight against my naked chest. Jean was kissing the back of my neck and my shoulders, making me tremble and Katherine was making me lightheaded with desire. Katherine broke our kiss and pulled at my belt, getting it undone and popping the button on my pants in the same motion. She pulled the zipper down almost forcefully, and then pushed my pants down, before almost ripping my underwear off of me, my erect cock preventing a smooth motion and drew another moan of frustration from her. Jean helped her with my pants and Katherine did not complain, instead, she wrapped her hand around my cock. The simple act of her touching me made me weak in the knees and I pulled her close and kissed her while she gently slid her hand along me. Jean was trying to get me to lift my feet enough to take my pants off and licking the crack of my ass at the same time. I was in sensory overload as Katherine pushed me backwards and onto the bed. "Lick me," she said to Jean as she climbed onto the bed and engulfed my cock with her mouth. Every muscle in my body tightened at the sensation, and I forced myself to relax and to try to prolong the enjoyment, knowing that Katherine was doing everything she could to make me come. I could hear Jean licking Katherine, and the feelings she was experiencing were causing her to moan which only made me harder and weakened my control even more as the vibrations moved over my cock. I could feel her tongue and the suction of her mouth that was so unlike Jean's. Katherine was moaning, her breathing becoming more ragged as her own orgasm approached. It was going to be a race to see who came first and the closer Katherine came to her orgasm the harder she seemed to suck me. The pressure was exquisite and I could hold out no more. I came with a thrust of my hips, my cock swelling, and the teasing over the better part of the day causing the come to boil out of my balls in several violent eruptions that Katherine swallowed convulsively as her own orgasm crashed over her. She fell forward onto me and I wrapped my arms around her as she thrashed under Jean's ministration for a few minutes more. "Oh, I needed that," she said, her breathing still ragged as she kissed my chest where her head lay. Jean crawled up beside us, one hand on Katherine's back and the other under my neck as she leaned in to kiss me. We kissed for several moments while Katherine got herself back under control. "So," Jean asked as we broke apart. "Who is going to lick me?" "Greedy wench aren't you," I said, looking over at her, my own breathing still a little ragged. Jean's nipples were hard, little nubs on the rounded hills of her chest, but oh, so sensitive. I moved over beside her naked body, my tongue sliding over my lips in anticipation of sucking her, licking her nipples, her clit, watching her squirm and shake. I reached her side and could feel Katherine's hand on my back, tracing lazy circles as she watched Jean and me. Rather than stay on Jean's right side where I would normally have laid, I crawled across her body, my cock leaving a slippery trail across her legs as I kissed below her breasts and ran my hands over her sides until I was on her left side so that Katherine now had an unobstructed view. I smiled at her, and licked Jean's nipple with my tongue, making sure that Katherine could see the motion of it as skin touched skin, my wet tongue making Jean's nipple glisten slightly in the candle light. I am not sure who moaned more, Katherine or Jean, but they both seemed to enjoy it. I took my time, slowly lowering myself onto Jean's breast, licking her nipple and gently biting it as I sucked the firm flesh of her breast into my mouth, feeling her move beneath me, pushing her thigh against me and bending her back to push her nipple into my mouth. I closed my eyes momentarily to enjoy the taste in my mouth and heard Jean moan as I felt the bed move slightly. I opened my eyes and looked across to see Katherine repeat my motions on Jean's right breast. Slowly licking the hard, erect nipple and taking it into her mouth, running her tongue across it and biting it as I was. Jean was rolling beneath us, her breathing harsh and her moans increasing. I slid a hand across her mound and she pushed up against it and let her legs fall open, encouraging me to touch her, which I was happy to do. Her clit was hard, thick and wet with her secretions and she shivered as my fingers rolled over the soft folds of her pussy. I let my fingers slide along either side of her clit and she cried out and twitched and moaned all at the same time. "So good ... so good... ," she sighed. "Katherine, please lick me." Katherine looked at me and I smiled back at her and let go of the nipple in my mouth and started kissing my way down Jean's left side. Katherine followed me and Jean moaned in frustration as her nipples were suddenly left alone. I smirked across her body at Katherine and brought a hand up to play with Jean's nipple and Katherine did the same. Jean seemed to sink into the bed more. "We will need the blanket," I said between kisses down Jean's body. "Blue, fuzzy thing on your side." Katherine slid off the bed and I continued to rub and tease Jean as Katherine found the blanket on the floor. She passed it over to me and I spread it out, Jean maneuvering her body onto the soft microfiber cover while we returned to our assigned tasks. "Now, should I lead, or do you want to," I asked Katherine, licking the join between hip and leg where I knew Jean was ticklish. "I want to," Katherine said, her voice shaky, but her kisses determined as she slinked her way over Jean's thigh and licked her way across Jean's bald pussy. I could see her tongue flicking here and there over Jean's folds, sucking lips into her mouth and pushing her tongue into Jean's willing body. Jean was moaning and sighing and I was swollen again, almost painfully, watching all of this from such close proximity. Jean was in ecstasy as Katherine licked and sucked her. I slowly kissed my way back up Jean's body and turned my attention to her nipples, licking and sucking one while I let my hands and fingers pull and pinch the other. Jean was writhing on the bed under our combined assault and was striving to sit up but I was keeping her pinned. Spring Breeze "More, harder, harder," she moaned and I obliged as I felt her hips lift and push against Katherine. I could hear Katherine sucking at her and I did the same to her breast as her crescendo rocked her body and she fell back only to cry out again and I heard Katherine's exclamation as I knew Jean had just flooded Katherine's mouth and she was not ready for it. I was gently kissing skin as I said to Katherine "That is what the blanket is for chérie." "So I see," she said, kissing her way up to Jean's lips and kissing her hard before I took my turn and kissed her too. Katherine pushed in and we shared a three way kiss, all tongues and lips and sliding skin. I was just happy to be touching both of them. The three of us cuddled together, luxuriating in the shared love between us as we kissed and nibbled here and there, not really trying to excite each other as much as we were just happy to be together. "How long are you staying?" I asked Katherine as I broke a kiss. "I fly out on Sunday," she said, flicking Jean's breast and making her tremble. "Lots of time then, lots of time." I kissed Jean and then I kissed Katherine and then I bumped her out of the way as I let my cock graze over Jean's clit, causing her to shiver slightly and clamp her legs. "I want to watch you two," Jean said to my unasked question. Katherine kissed her hard, wrapping her hands around both of us as I nibbled the side of her neck. I slipped back onto my knees and looked down at the two ladies; my cock sticking out from my body, slick with my own secretions and Jean's and looked at Katherine. "And how would you like it darling?" I asked Katherine as she looked into Jean's eyes. Katherine kissed Jean once and rolled over onto her back and held her hands out to me. Jean reached for my cock and rolled a condom down its length before I slid sideways and covered Katherine's body with mine, my cock nudging her clit and my lips kissing her breasts and neck and lips as I slowly slid inside her moist opening. Jean moaned and Katherine sighed pulling me down against her tight, her nails tracing lines across my back. I thrust into Katherine once, twice and pulled out drawing a frustrated moan from Katherine as I sat up. Jean kissed Katherine and then reached for my cock again, smirking as she reached for the lube and spread a generous handful over my testicles before stretching the vibrating cock ring over my cock and around my balls and switched it on. My cock throbbed and twitched and I slid back into Katherine and she screamed with delight as her pussy tried to break my cock in half. Jean put her mouth over Katherine's nipple and her she screamed again an octave higher than before and I had trouble moving inside her as she clamped down onto me. It took me a moment but I managed to force my way past Katherine's resistance and then Jean played dirty and slid her hand between us, playing with Katherine's clit when I wasn't mashed against it. Katherine's orgasm became one long keening howl as my own pace sped up and finally unloaded, my cock swelling to what felt like twice its size and Katherine falling back on the bed completely spent, oozing and sweaty. "I think she liked it," Jean said to me. "I think you are right," Katherine said. "And I cannot wait to see how you react." "Tomorrow," I said, rolling off Katherine and pulling the condom and ring from my body. "Tomorrow." We tidied ourselves up and with a lady on each of my sides we kissed each other goodnight and drifted off to sleep, satiated and very much in love.