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Click hereGwen unbuckled her own belt and slid closer to her husband. "I'm glad you like the scenery."
Tim's hand was already on the move as he kissed her, fingertips pushing under the waistband of her shorts, not wasting any time in moving down through her thatch to the junction of her already parted legs and into the wet furrow between them.
"I can reach you better if you take these off," she murmured around his kiss, rubbing the fabric over his hardness meaningfully. She was sorry to feel his lips and finger retreat, but she used the moment to remove her own shorts before resuming their kiss and welcoming the hand back. "Do you think Bob and Yvette are doing the same thing right now?"
"He was probably all over her before we even got out of the driveway," Tim replied with a chuckle. "But they might be at it again right now, maybe they got a second time in 'em."
"Third," Gwen corrected, lowering her head to his lap. "They did it at the beach."
"Third," Tim agreed. "My bad."
The headlights and noise of the cars that sped by on the road they faced did little to distract Gwen as she imagined the McCallums watching her while she pleased her husband, Bob admiring her skills, Yvette envious of the beautiful dragon and what it was capable of producing. They watched her being pleased as well, the rough finger slowly thrusting in and out of her, watching her grind against the callused palm the invader was attached to, creating a delicious pressure on her mons and clit.
Tim groaned and shivered as she swirled her tongue around the tip before letting her lips slide down the length again. "I'm close, honey, really close..."
"Mm-hmm!" Her hand took over the stroking while her lips formed a seal behind the flare of the sensitive head, ready for his eruption. Fantasy Bob watched with envy as she accepted then swallowed every last drop of Tim's load while Yvette bent to take her own husband's oversized-mushroom head between her lips and duplicate the feat. Gwen shuddered through her orgasm, softly grunting around the spent cock between her lips.
They spent several moments recovering, her head in his lap and his hand between her legs, before Tim finally pulled her up for a kiss. "Two," he said with a tired smile as he released her and reached for his shorts. "We might still be one behind Bob and Yvette."
"And they're probably comfortable in their bed and we're in a parking lot," Gwen reminded him. "Cricket is probably wondering where we are. We can talk about catching up when we get home."
Any fatigue Tim might have felt as he drove was overridden by the sight of Gwen sitting in the gloom with her shorts still on the floor, her legs spread wide, letting the breeze from the open window tickle and dry her wet sex.
Author's postscript: Fair warning. I've never been to a massage parlor other than the one Mrs. Badger occasionally runs (very limited hours of operation; very exclusive client list) I've only heard about them from a "guy who knows a guy." Peaceful Dragon Asian Massage is based solely on what I would imagine it to be like in this story. If you feel the need to correct my errata, understand that I will happily read your comments for future use but will not be going back to amend what I've already written, so...well, you can't say you weren't warned.
- COMMENTS
Stubbyone5 months agoWell done ! Please don’t feel the need to apologize for writing about something you are not intimately familiar with. Your description of the activity that happened in the massage parlor was fine. I don’t think there is a script that they follow anyway. Your writing skill set is so well developed that you could write about how to build an atom bomb and we’d all believe it. I suggest that you leave off all the disclaimers at the beginning of each chapter. I skip them every time. Virtually no one is starting in the middle of this story, and even if they are readers have to be aware of the assumptions you list. If not, so what ! You’re not responsible for incorrect or dumb assumptions made by low IQ readers. Another excellent chapter. Bravo !
Anonymous5 months agoKnowing the particulars of a massage parlor isn't necessary. It is fascinating how you introduce and develop each dynamic character as you make the static characters very believable. Also fascinating is how your writing gradually morphs Gwen into a liberated woman who began as a near-cripple emotionally.
Anonymousalmost 2 years agoReally enjoyed the wsy this series has developed. One of the very best writers here.
Anonymousover 6 years agoYour explorations into the dimensions of the senses are beyond arousing, the pleasures from the treasures are endlessly exciting and varied!! Please continue your incredibly adventures...Love those mall and shoe shopping visual pleasure!!
