The Popcorn Incident Pt. 04 by chloe_switch
Delve into the sizzling world of desire in 'The Popcorn Incident Pt. 04.' This erotic sex story unfolds thrilling encounters, steamy tension, and unexpected twists that will keep you captivated. Join the adventure and discover how irresistible passion ignites in the most unlikely situations. Perfect for fans of sultry storytelling!<br/>
(Author’s Note; Hi everyone and welcome to the final part of the story. I hope you enjoy it! I am currently developing a new story for Rachael, which I’m hoping to be novel length, but there will still be short stories featuring my other characters soon! Please feel free to comment, as usual! – Chloe)
DAY FOUR
I woke up the next morning, back in my own bed. To be honest, I had little recollection of getting there. I vaguely remembered being supported by both Chloe and Zoe, half-dragging me back to my room.
I was naked, but the black silk PJs were folded on the end of the bed, so i put the top on and closed the bottom two buttons, then went to check on Chloe and Zoe.
I was surprised to see Chloe already dressed and ready to go out. She was wearing a pair of light grey trousers and a tailored pink blouse. She smiled when she saw me.
“Good morning, how are you feeling?” she asked.
“a bit achy and possibly hungover. Did we drink a lot last night?” I was holding my forehead.
Chloe nodded, calculating in her head. “I think between us we got through about 4 bottles of prosecco.” She poured me a glass of orange juice and handed me some ibuprofen. “That’ll help,” she said.
I took note of her attire, and asked, “You going out?”
Chloe sighed and nodded.
“No rest for the wicked, as they say. Elaine wants me to meet a couple of new actresses and a fashion designer.”
“She thinks highly of you, doesn’t she? Elaine?”
This made Chloe actually blush.
“Oh?” I said playfully, “do the two of you have something going on?”
“Kind of. I respect and admire her a lot, and we have on occasion spent some time together, but not in a domme/sub kind of way.” I was happy to leave it there for now.
“Is, um, Zoe going with you today?” I asked a little pensively.
“No darling, she is here to look after you. I believe she has somewhere for the two of you to go, and I’ll meet you this evening. I think, perhaps, the pair of you need to have some time together to talk things through.”
No shit.
I leant in and kissed Chloe on the cheek.
“Thank you, for yesterday. It was amazing.” I said softly.
“I’m so glad you think so. It really was amazing,” she smiled.
I topped up my glass, and poured a second for Zoe, before heading into her room. She was sitting up in bed, probably hadn’t been awake long herself.
“Is Miss Chloe still here?” she asked.
I nodded, “Yeah she’s just finishing her coffee.” As I was talking, Zoe was already out of bed and went to see her mistress. I could hear them in the kitchen, talking softly. Eventually, Zoe came back in and I heard the door to the suite open and close.
“Have some juice,” I said, offering her the glass. She came and sat on the bed with me, not looking at me.
“Someone here committed incest!” I said in mock horrified tones. She giggled and spluttered.
“Someone here,” she mock-gasped, “fucked her sister!”
We started laughing, and when we calmed back down, Zoe asked,” Are you okay? Any regrets?”
“None whatsoever,” I said, smiling. I reached out and held her hand, “I really needed this week, Zoe. I really needed both of you. I had no idea, what was missing, why I’d been feeling so low. I thought it was the pressure of the situation at work, but it was more than that.”
Zoe came closer.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“Look, maybe I was just paranoid and stressed, you know? Or maybe I wasn’t imagining things, and I really was under surveillance by people looking to exploit me. Either way the result was the same. I stopped seeing people. I stopped dating. I found excuses not to go out with friends. I started to become a recluse.
“I hadn’t had sex for months, Zoe. Nearly half a year. I’d just… shut that part of my life down. I couldn’t trust anybody.”
Zoe took my empty glass off me and put it aside. We lay down facing each other, her hand was stroking my cheek.
“I think Chloe understood,” I said, “when we first met, I think she instinctively knew the type of situation I was in or was running from. “You’re safe”, she kept saying to me. This week has been like a decompression chamber for me, you know? Slowly coming back to the surface.”
“You are safe, Rachael. You’ll always be safe with me.”
I nodded.
“And that’s how I feel. Safe. Comforted. Loved. I don’t care that you’re my sister, it doesn’t matter!”
She needed a hug; I could see it in her teary eyes. Or was it me? We held each other as tight as we could.
We lay together on the bed, with Zoe’s head resting on my chest. After a while, she said, “So,…”
“Yes?”
“So… um… you know a lot about me… and my relationship with Chloe…, but before all your problems with the Embassy… what were you like? What did you enjoy, sexually?”
I chuckled, thinking back.
“Pretty hedonistic, actually.” Zoe lifted her head and looked at me.
“Really?” she said, smiling, her eyebrows arched.
“Yup. I was travelling a lot between different places and decided a long term relationship wasn’t going to work. I was into short hookups, meeting up with people when I was in town.”
“A guy or girl in every port?”
“Something like that, or I’d go to parties… swingers’ parties.”
She raised herself up now, a look of mock horror on her face.
“No wonder you’ve been taking everything in your stride this week! My sister is a fucking slut!”
“Yep….yep… until I wasn’t. Couldn’t trust anyone. And part of me…part of me hopes to God it was all in my head, you know?”
Zoe wasn’t about to let me wallow, when there was dirt to dish.
“So.. preferences? Guys or women?”
“Depends on my mood. If I’m horny, and the right guy is showing an interest? No problemo. Something quick and dirty with a guy is hot. If I’m going home with someone, or into my hotel, it’s more likely to be a woman.”
“Why is that?”
“More stamina. A woman has an orgasm, and it whets her appetite for more; to give her partner more. A guy cums and he’s done, loses interest.” That made her laugh. I smiled.
“My first time with a woman was when I was invited to join a couple — a guy and his girlfriend. He didn’t last too long. I know a lot of guys have the fantasy of a threesome but not many are up to the challenge of satisfying two women at once! Anyway, he fell asleep and his girlfriend and I seemed to go for hours!”
“What’s the thing that you miss most, from back then?” asked Zoe. I closed my eyes and thought about it. About all the times I’d had sex, what turned me on, what made it magical for me.
“Ok, that’s a hell of a question!”
“C’mon, off the top of your head, what comes to mind?” she asked.
“Being ass-fucked and having cum on my face!” I said quickly.
There was silence for a moment then Zoe started giggling.
“You liked guys cumming on your face? Wow!”
“If you give a guy the choice between wearing a condom and cumming inside you, or cumming on your face…”
She laughed, “Oh yeah! Face! All the time! Not many guys are going to pass that up!”
“And.., yeah, I enjoyed it. It made me feel sexy and slutty but on my own terms, you know?”
Zoe nodded.
“You were in control. You told them to cum on your face; it wasn’t something forced upon you…”