I needed a shovel to get my jaw off the stage. My eyes roaming hers briefly, but she broke our contact and strode towards the podium as I made my exit. Almost sheepishly walking toward Michele and my seat next to her.
Oh my God, Michele. What must she be thinking? I looked up at her as I approached, still a little dumbfounded from the last 30 seconds. She looked horrified, scared, flight response in full control, she was ready to bolt.
I sat and quickly leaned over, putting my hand over hers. “It’s okay, she still wants to have dinner.” Was all I my mouth would make out. Michele incredulously just looked at me, as if to say ‘are you fucking kidding me?’
I smiled, she paused but returned it. We both turned to face the stage and look over to Valerie as she began her presentation. What a turn of events this had been. Michele and I had been so passionate, and had been playful in several professional settings, but it had always been a secret between the two of us. Now there was a third person with knowledge of our debauchery. Thankfully Valerie had immediately calmed me down and confirmed our original intentions. Our secret seemed safe with her for the time being.
She began her presentation and I found it troubling to pay complete attention. She spoke about behavioral psychology, and why people made the decisions they make, and how as a corporate training field, it was important to understand so we can adjust our training methods to adapt and improve.
But I had such a hard time focusing, watching her breasts sway, barely contained by the bra inside that suit jacket. How the cheeks of her ass wiggled as she paced back and forth on the stage. She confidently made eye contact with Michele and I. As I peeked at Michele, it seemed she was having a reaction to her as well. Her thighs were squeezed tight together and she squirmed in her seat now again, I imagined because her tight little pussy was even more wet and squishing up under that beautiful red skirt. My mouth watered at the thought, holy shit, I wanted to taste her.
I’d had a fair amount of experience with girls in high school and college. Once I’d gotten married though, it was extremely limited with my wife, and then for years, nothing. Michele has been the first woman I’d gone down on in what seemed like a decade. But she was something special, eating her pussy was like devouring a bowl of fruit. She was so sweet and wet, and I never could get enough of how she shuddered against my face as she came into my mouth.
The rest of the morning went by in a blur. Valerie had completed her presentation and returned to her seat at the next table. Michele and I had made small talk comments here and there, but when the final speaker wrapped up, we were happy to break for lunch.
Michele checked her phone and among text messages from her husband and a couple colleagues, one made her giggle and show me her phone. It was from Cassie.
‘Michele, you and Scott are cordially invited to a party at my private residence. 7:30pm tonight, cocktail attire and an open mind required. The Penthouse at East Point: 6101 N Sheridan East, tell no one.’
There it was, ‘open mind required’ made my brain run wild with what that could mean. Cassie had told us about the party at her place after seeing Michele and I in the booth at her restaurant. Her overt flirting with Michele made me hope it what was my dirty mind was thinking. Cassie, the thick and sexy server from last night that Michele had not been able to take her eyes off of had promised an invite to this exclusive party.
“What do you think Michele?” I asked coyly.
“We’re going.” She stated matter-of-factly.
I could just smile as she typed her response to Cassie. My brain still reeling with what tonight could bring, my heart rate quickened as my cock throbbed in my pants again.
Lunch was in the same room as breakfast, just next door, more uninspiring buffet food, but as I sat next to Michele, a tap on my shoulder was followed by Valerie’s voice.
“Is this seat taken?” She asked professionally.
“Just by you,” I quipped. Smiling as this beautiful woman joined Michele and I at the table.
Just sitting between these two women, had my thoughts racing. I remembered details of the flight, seeing Valerie in my memories slowly pulling her pants down to expose her perfectly smooth mound. How Michele had been so dominating last night, and taken what she needed from me. My cock stirred under the table, deep in the confines of my pants, thicker now, throbbing.
I tried to clear my mind, and ask semi-intelligent questions of Valerie. They immediately connected over everything not work related. They looked very different but both had a surprising amount of similarities in life experience between them. I smiled as the women began to get to know each other.
We sat there long after we finished our plates, and the room began to clear again. When our table was empty, Valerie leaned closer, one of her huge breasts pressed against my arm.
“I’m still interested in dinner with you two. Is that still an option after meeting like this, today?”
“Of course,” I answered quickly.
“Valerie, we were invited to a party tonight,” Michele started, “maybe you can join us? I’ll ask the host if we can bring a third. It might be…interesting…like our flight was.”
My jaw dropped again. It wasn’t surprising that we would be getting intimate, I’d guessed that on the plane, but what surprised me is Michele running the show again. She was embracing her new found boldness in asking for what she wanted. I loved seeing her come out of her old ‘shell’.
Our last week together two months ago had ended up in a journey of self discovery. She’d fully opened up to me as we explored things sexually she and I had only fantasized about. I helped her make several fantasies a reality for her, as she stepped away from the oppression she’d lived under for years. Made to feel bad about herself, her body, her needs, but all that fell away with me.
As it turned out, it was a healthy trip both physically and emotionally as she’d gained a lot of self confidence, particularly regarding how she felt about herself during her pregnancy. I could see the changes during the week, and I was seeing more now. She’d continued to grow and build on what we started, and I was really enjoying what I was seeing.
Valerie responded with a smile, “that sounds interesting, I’d like to hear more about this party later, just promise me, we’ll have some time together alone, after the party?” She asked, never breaking eye contact with Michele.
Michele smiled, “you can count on it. If the host disagrees, the three of us will have dinner tomorrow night instead. Sound good?”
“Perfect.” Valerie responded, looking Michele over with her eyes. I watched as she paused on Michele’s heavy breasts trapped under her suit jacket much like her own were. I felt Valerie’s big breast heave as she took a deep breath, her large globe still pressed into my arm.
We all smiled, knowingly, you could cut the sexual tension with the steak knives on the table from our lunch. These beautiful women, flirting with each other, quite literally with me in the middle. My cock was straining now, thick and throbbing further, my heavy balls ached with desperation, I needed a release.