The Double Date That Didn't End Ch. 07

Still holding my gaze, she hiked up her skirt and revealed the frilly pink panties she was wearing beneath.

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TWO WEEKS LATER

"Don't wait up!" Tracy called out, giggling as she slammed the front door behind her. Her words were meant to be a joke-we all knew that she and Shane had rented a fancy hotel room to spend their first Valentine's Day together.

Which left me and Ria alone together for the rest of the night.

"Dinner reservation is at six thirty," I called out, "so we should probably head out in the next-"

I paused, realizing that Ria was no longer in the living room with me. What the...?

"In here, stud," she called from the bedroom.

I padded up the stairs, opened the bedroom door-

Ria stood at the window, facing away from me. The golden glow of the sunset filtered in through the curtains to warm her body.

"Damn," I whistled.

She was gift-wrapped for me. Literally.

A skimpy assortment of red ribbons and bows criss-crossed her incredible body, doubling as lingerie. The only thing covering her firm, shapely ass was a stripe of scarlet ribbon, tucked in between her cheeks.

And she was wearing her hair in pigtails.

"You like it?" she asked, still facing away from me.

"I-I wish my brain had a record button," I stammered. "I don't want to forget one detail of how you look right now. When did you have time to put all this on? You were still in the living room with me like thirty seconds ago."

"I've been wearing it for the past hour, silly. I had it on underneath my clothes. You wouldn't believe how horny I've been all day, waiting for Shane and Tracy to leave so I'd finally get to strip down and show you."

She finally turned around, displaying her magical smile, smoky sensual eyes, and tight stomach. Three fingers were trapped beneath the crotch of her makeshift panties, slowly rubbing at her clit while we spoke.

Another circle of ribbon wrapped around her torso, tied between Ria's perky tits with a big, festive bow.

I let my eyes linger on the exposed flesh of her breasts, jiggling ever so slightly as she stepped towards me. She wasn't nearly as endowed up top as Tracy, but Ria's bust was still way over-sized for a her otherwise slender body. She withdrew the fingers from her cunt and made a sensual show of licking off the moisture.

As soon as she was within grabbing distance, I was all over her-crushing our bodies together and drinking the taste of her lips. Ria quickly dropped to her knees, and the next thing I knew my pants were at my ankles and Ria was smearing dark red lipstick across my cock.

When she was convinced I was at peak hardness, Ria pushed me onto the bed, ripped off my shirt, and then turned away from me again-wiggling her sexy butt back and forth.

"You wanna fuck this, don't you?" she teased, giving her ass a good, loud slap. "You wanna feel how hot I am in there. How tight."

She tugged at the bow holding up her shiny ribbon panties and let them unravel, leaving her totally nude from the waist down. The swollen lips of her pussy glistened with arousal.

"Jesus," I panted, watching helplessly as she scooted backwards across the bed and dropped her naked ass onto my face. I instinctively licked my way from her slit all the way to her sensitive puckered anus, moaning into the firm flesh.

"Mmm, yeah..." she cooed happily, drenching me with her juices

But just as I was really getting into it, Ria pulled her ass away from my mouth and hopped back off the bed. She reached into the nightstand to retrieve a bottle of lube, positioned that bottle above her ass, and squeezed out a river of thick, clear liquid.

More and more fluid poured out of the bottle, cascading down between her buttocks. With her other hand, Ria spread her cheeks apart and slipped a lubed-up finger all the way inside her asshole.

"Mmm, happy Valentine's Day," she moaned, looking right at me.

Then she spun around, pressed her chest down onto the bed, and vaulted her slick, shiny butt up in the air.

"Just please, take it slow," she whimpered excitedly. "It's been a while since I've had anything up there bigger than a finger."

Growling with desire, I stepped into position behind her and grabbed hold of her ass cheeks with both hands. I didn't want to hurt her, so I started with just my thumb, wiggling it into her tight rosebud all the way to the knuckle.

"Oh wow!" Ria cried out. After a few minutes of play, her body had relaxed around my thumb enough that I sensed she was ready for the main event.

I ran my raging hard cock up along the insides of her thighs, coating the shaft with all that excess lube.

This was beyond crazy. For years, Ria had always been Shane's girl; the ONE woman in the world who was 100% off-limits. And yet here I was, against all odds, with the tip of my dick tickling the entrance to her perfect ass.

"This is sooo naughty..." Ria moaned.

And then I couldn't hold back any longer. I leaned forward, gently nudging the smooth dome of my prick into her lubricated back door.

She whimpered something in Spanish, and then immediately shot a hand down to play frantically with her clit.

"Aah! More!" she moaned, her voice buzzing between shuddered breaths.

The more excited she got, the more of me her body was able to take-inch after inch-squeezing my shaft on all sides. The heat of her ass was unbelievable, scalding as hot metal.

Then, incredibly, I was all the way in. Buried to the root in her fabulous butt.

"So... big..." she whimpered.

God damn, she was beautiful. I caressed her slender back, playing with the festive ribbons she was using for lingerie. I was honestly shocked that Ria's tiny body had been able to take it all. I stayed there for a long while, not moving, letting her get used to the sensation. Enjoying the feel of Ria's buttocks pressing back against my hips.

"I'm okay," she said at last. "I'm ready for you."

We both gasped as I pulled out-right to the very tip-then thrust slowly forward, back into her slick hole. I did it again and again, with less resistance each time, until my cock was smoothly gliding in and out of Ria's willing body. A long, low moan rumbled through her vocal chords, and she instinctively bit down on the bedsheet.

Holy fuck, she felt good. I reached forward and grabbed onto her pigtails like they were the handlebars on a bike-pulling them with every thrust of my hips.

"Oh! Oh! Ohh..." she moaned.

It was more than I could bear. Her tight ass and sexy mews of pleasure were already making me-already-

"God, Ria! I'm gonna come!"

"Yes!"

"Oh my god, I can't stop! I can't stop!"

"Come in my ass, Connor! Come in meeee!!"

Ria's primal, orgasmic scream finally pushed me over the edge. I let myself go, reflexively pounding my hips into her butt as I burst again and again, gripped on all sides by the tightness of my lover's body.

I finally withdrew and hugged Ria close, supporting her limp frame in my arms.

"We have got to do that again damn soon," she moaned.

"You," I whispered, "are amazing."

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TRACY

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My Valentine's Day with Shane was everything I'd ever dreamed of: delicious dinner at a fancy restaurant, hours of sexy dancing at a club, and an intimate night making love in a swanky hotel suite-just the two of us.

But all that was only the beginning.

I woke up alone in the hotel bed, to the sound of running water and soft music. A trail of pink rose petals covered the floor, leading all the way from the bed to the bathroom. Giddy, I scampered down the flower trail and found a hot bath waiting for me at the end. Ruby-colored bath crystals sat on the edge of the tub, along with my shaving razor and a folded piece of paper that read:

"For my beautiful canvas. Get yourself clean before I get you all dirty.

Love,

Shane"

Not exactly sure what was in store for me, I mixed the bath crystals in with the piping hot water and hopped into the tub. It was all so relaxing, I almost didn't hear Shane come into the room and sneak up behind me. He was already nude, and already hard.

"Mmm, this is wonderful," I sighed, giving his beautifully curved cock an appreciative squeeze.

Without a word, Shane knelt beside the tub and began kneading the tension from my neck and shoulders. God, that man was good with his hands. I reclined in the water, lazily playing with my horny little nipples; pleasuring myself just enough to take the edge off.

Once my muscles were as loose as the water around them, Shane shampooed my hair, massaging my scalp while I cooed like a baby. Then he soaped up his hands and gently cleaned every inch of my naked skin-taking extra time when he got to my boobs.

When he'd finally finished cleaning my body, Shane picked up my razor and whispered, "I need you smooth for what comes next."

I reached over to take the razor, but Shane shook his head, saying, "You just keep relaxing, I'll take care of everything."

Pulse racing, I raised my hips to give him access.

It was incredible, having someone else shave me smooth down there; trusting him with a razor so close to the most sensitive spot on my body. But Shane was so calm, and his touch was so deft and gentle, that the experience wound up being both incredibly intimate and unbelievably arousing.

Actually, that's underselling it. It got me horny as FUCK.

When Shane had finished, he towelled me off and-both of us still buck naked-he led me by the hand into the main room. The coffee table had been moved against the wall, and a painter's drop cloth was stretched out across the carpet.

A single black bar stool stood erect in the center or the room.

"Take a seat," Shane said.

I hopped up onto the bar stool, fidgeting nervously as he disappeared into the kitchen and re-emerged a moment later, carrying some paintbrushes and a tray of plastic cups filled with colored liquid.

"Is that paint?" I asked. "Because it smells more like-"

"Dessert," Shane nodded. "I thought a lot about the best way to make your bodypainting fantasy come true, and I decided the most fun for everyone would be if I cooked up some edible paint."

"Edible paint?"

He smirked, carefully setting his art materials on the floor. "You'd be surprised what you can do with some berries, food coloring, and a little powdered sugar. It took a little research and lot of experimentation, but I finally got a good palette of paints to work with. Won't be quite as detailed as those Sports Illustrated pictures you like, but the experience should be a lot more fun."

"And when we're done, you can lick it off?"

"Maybe," he smirked.

I clapped my hands excitedly. "What are you gonna paint on me?"

Shane didn't answer. He just dipped his paintbrush into a cup of blue and swiped it across my back. After my broiling hot bath, the cool stripe of paint felt shockingly cold on my bare skin.

"Is it a bikini?" I asked.

"No."

"Is it a flower?"

"No."

Shane continued to paint, but he worked exclusively on parts of my body I couldn't really see: on my face, on my back, on my neck...

"Come on Shane, tell me what it is!" I pleaded.

He stayed maddeningly mum.

"I swear, if you're painting a big hairy dick on my back-"

Shane laughed so hard he dropped his paint brush.

"Not quite," he chuckled.

He moved around to my front, sensually curving his brushstrokes across my breasts until icy, abstract shapes of white and blue covered my chest. Delicate blue whorls circled around my nipples, teasing the flesh.

"Ooh," I sighed, feeling my cheeks flush with desire.

That was nothing compared to what came next.

"Okay, stand up," he said.

I hopped off the stool and stood still as a statue while Shane's paintbrush tickled its way down my legs and around my inner thighs. Then he circled around behind me and I felt a stripe of paint dip down into the crack of my ass, stopping an infuriating millimeter short of touching me directly on the-

"Spread your legs for me," he panted, his eyes fixating on my crotch from less than two inches away.

A bit self-conscious, I moved one leg to the side, giving Shane and his paintbrush full access to my puffy, hairless cunt.

"You're so wet down here, I don't know how well the paint is going to apply," he whispered.

"Sorry! Couldn't help it!"

"I'll manage, somehow." His face was so close, I could feel the warm breath blowing across my clit as he spoke.

Then I felt his paintbrush.

"Oh wow!" I moaned, my body jerking involuntarily at the sensation.

"Try to hold it together," Shane teased. "This part requires precision work."

"I'll try, it's just-nobody's ever painted my clit before."

Shane worked diligently down there, coating my slick wet lips while I struggled not to hyperventilate from all the teasing.

I moaned, "Oh my god, this is getting me so horny! I guarantee you, those Sports Illustrated models totally fuck the guys who do this. I don't care how bad the real paint smells."

"Well, luckily for us, you smell like blueberries and white chocolate syrup," Shane replied.

"Just please finish soon, I'm dying for you," I moaned.

He grinned, pleased with my reaction. "One last detail, and... There. All done."

Before I could say anything, Shane ran into the bedroom and returned carrying the vanity full-length mirror. He set it against the wall and turned expectantly towards me.

"What do you think?"

I twirled around, admiring his work on all sides. From head to toe, I had been transformed into an abstract winter wonderland-my skin sparkling with eddies and ice crystals.

"Oh my god," I muttered.

I'd always known Shane was a talented painter, but I'd never imagined he could create something like this-especially not so quickly, and not with paint made out of food!

"You like it? I wasn't sure whether or not I used too much blue, made you look like one of those Avatar aliens."

I laughed, "No, it's beautiful. It's perfect. I feel like I belong in an art gallery!"

To prove my point, I struck a sexy pose-showing him my profile to provide the best possible view of my breasts.

"Damn, you are sexy," he whispered.

"There's just one problem," I pouted.

"What?"

"I want you so bad, but touching you would mess up your masterpiece!"

"Ah. Don't worry, I'm way ahead of you, Trace. First, we need to take a few minutes to immortalized the art."

He reached into his overnight bag and-wearing a huge, shit-eating grin on his face-took out a high-definition camera.

"Put your hands on the bar stool, and lean forward," he instructed.

I did as I was told, giving Shane and his camera my naughtiest smile. He immediately started snapping away.

"Now arch your back a bit to push your tits forward. Good, very nice..."

I can't explain it, but something about the sounds that camera made-the rapid-fire clicking of the digital shutter-brought out the exhibitionist in me full-force. I closed my eyes and let my mouth hang open in an erotic "O" shape.

"That looks so hot," Shake panted, circling around to get some snaps of my ass. "Now spread your legs a bit and-wait a sec!"

He jetted back into the bedroom and returned carrying the shoes I'd worn out on our fancy date the night before: black pumps with five inch heels.

"Stripper chique," he explained.

I lifted my bare feet and let Shane strap them on me himself-then, naked except for my five inch heels, I went back to posing like a centerfold.

Shane's instructions came faster and faster, both of us getting increasingly horny with each and every photo.

"Now straighten your legs-spread them apart-stick your butt up in the air-perfect!"

I decided to add an extra flourish to the visual by reaching one hand back between my legs and spreading open my cunt lips for him. A trail of moisture ran down the inside of my thigh, spoiling the paint.

"Now look away," he panted. "Look off to the side, like you don't even realize I can see you. That's good..."

"Shane..." I whined. "I think we've taken enough pictures."

"Just get a good grip on to that bar stool and keep your eyes forward," he whispered.

I felt Shane's presence as he approached me from behind, and then suddenly-without warning-his cock was filling me up to the core.

"Ahh!" I cried out.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Tracy," he panted, reaching around with both hands to cup my pendulous breasts. I leaned forward and gripped that bar stool with white knuckles.

"I love you so much," I moaned, relishing the thrill of once again getting to say the words out loud.

Shane had always been a fantasy; he'd always been taboo. For years, I'd gotten little more than a few torturous tastes of what I was missing.

But now? Now I'd get to fuck him whenever I wanted!

"Yes-Yes-Yes!!" I squealed, my whole body singing as he pounded into me from behind. Our skin clapped loudly as every thrust brought his hips against my buttocks.

He released my breasts and grabbed my hips for better leverage, but the angle wasn't quite what we needed.

"Let me be on top," I moaned.

He dropped his butt down onto the drop cloth on the floor and I hurriedly straddled his cock. Shane closed his eyes and licked the edible paint off my boobs, smearing it all over his cheeks in the process.

"Ooh, I wanna paint you now," I laughed. Excited, I rubbed my hands up and down my naked body to coat them with paint, then messily started fingerpaiting my lover's chest with all the zeal of a five year old.

While I worked, Shane kept on thrusting, bucking his hips up into me over and over-sending my poor boobs bouncing all over the place.

"Now, I gotta taste it!" I giggled, dropping my tongue to the edible Jackson Pollock masterpiece I'd created on his chest.

Shane's body paint really did taste like blueberries and chocolate frosting. He pulled me in for a hungry kiss, his tongue licking up the paint that had smeared across my mouth.

"Please don't stop," I panted. "I'm so close!"

He pounded up into me with furious speed. My voice turned shrill, my skin caught fire-

"Oh, Shane!"

"I love you, Tracy! I love you!"

"Yes! Fuck me forever!"

Shane's gorgeous blue eyes looked right at me-full of passion, longing, and love.

"AHHH!!" I screamed, climaxing again and again until I was seeing stars. I collapsed onto my lover's body-reduced a whimpering, spasming wreck of a woman.

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RIA

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After Valentine's Day, things finally started to calm down between the four of us. Jealousies faded, the initial thrill of the taboo mellowed out, and what had started out as a crazy adventure began to feel like ordinary, day to day life.

But though that early excitement of the "forbidden fruit" had diminished, the quality of our sex lives just kept getting better. The more relaxed we got with each other, the better we came to know what our multiple partners enjoyed in the bedroom. With Shane's tutelage-and plenty of practice-Connor & Tracy became experts at pleasuring my body every night, just as I became a pro at pleasuring them.

With the summer months came sun and swimsuits-but this time around we were all finally free to REALLY enjoy how attracted we were to one another. Every weekend trip to the beach ended in a noisy partner swap once we got back home. A few months later, our yearly Halloween party turned into a four-way costumed orgy, and my Thanksgiving dinner concluded with a main course of Connor's delicious penis.

Then, on Christmas Eve, Connor finally proposed to Tracy. It was a beautiful moment, and Shane and I were thrilled to be able to see it unfold. Our two best friends-people who had both sworn they'd never get married-said yes to each other.