The Invitation

Sitting in my chair, a single job to do.

Watch.

Make sure everyone is safe.

My mind wanders, it always does.

I see you. Arms resting on the side, panting from your final length.

Water moving across your back.

Removing the goggles from your eyes. Looking over your shoulder, you see him, fingers gliding through the water.

His strong shoulders above the surface, water droplets glistening.

Placing you hands on the side, you pull yourself up, exiting the pool. Majestic, yours thighs toned.

Gone from my sight.

He reaches the end, looking around briefly he notices he is now alone.

A few small strokes, reaching for the metal steps he pulls himself up and out.

Walking past me a single passing glance shared. Looking down I see the bulge in his swimming trucks.

Entering the locker room, I hear the water hitting the tiled surfaces.

Moving through, I search for you both.

Finally I see her.

Hiding behind the locker, I watch through the open door.

She remains unaware of my presence, lost in the warmth of the water cascading off her skin.

Her fingers moving through her hair, rinsing the shampoo away.

She reaches for something new, soap. Squeezing the shower gel into her open palm.

Washing her body, slow circles across her flawless exposed skin.

Her leg slightly raised on something. The razor cutting through the white foam.

I bite my lip, watching her.

It makes me wet.

I feel another presence, he walks through the room, intrigued also by her.

Searching, he arrives outside the door.

Deciding to join her.

Pushing the door open he moves behind her. The steam rising again around, encasing yenibosna escort you both within.

I want him to help her to get clean.

He bends slightly, his arousal evident as he removes the thin barrier.

He reaches for the gel, slowly moving his hands to touch her body.

Reaching round her, connecting your bodies. His erection pressing into her. She grinds back into him.

Moving up to her tits, taking them in his hands, kneading them, hardening her nipples.

The water running down her, He feels it between his fingers.

Kissing her neck, Continuing the path down her torso.

I watch as she leans into him, a moan escaping her plump lips.

My fingers dig into my torp, wetness pooling between my legs.

His hands move even lower, searching for her wetness.

He can’t resist dipping a finger in.

Finding her arousal.

He uses his fingers to toy with her, holding her to him.

He looks down, seeing her on his hand.

I want more.

I need more.

Turning her around, He sinks to his knees in front of her.

Looking up eyes meet.

His hand moving, a quick bottom slap.

I want to taste her.

He will taste her.

She spread her legs wider. One raised allowing a view of all she have.

A moan escapes me.

I’m sure you both heard.

He can finally see her.

Spreading her lips wider, He leans forward and with one fluid motion runs his tongue the length of her.

From her tight hole to her engorged clit.

Circling it, biting it.

He can taste her on his tongue.

I hear her cry out with pleasure. Her head resting on the moistened surface.

She yeşilköy escort grasps for something, to try to steady herself.

One had finds the wall.

The other his hair. Locking her fingers within.

She pulls him into her.

He stays focussed on her protruding clit.

Tongue circling, his lips encompassing.

They don’t notice me watching.

His hands, sliding up her legs.

His fingers enter her.

My fingers enter me, pushing in, matching his movements within her.

Moving inside you, curling at your inner walls.

Filling her.

Stretching her.

Her grip on him loosens.

Removing his fingers, looking down, seeing her coating him.

I take the opportunity to suck my fingers, tasting me.

I am powerless to resist.

Walking across the room, removing my clothes as I go.

I push the door further open, there eyes are on me.

In unison they speak.

“Join us”.

I enter the small shower cubicle. Closing the door behind me.

Lowering to my knees, I take his hardened cock into my mouth, swallowing to the hilt. A slight gag.

His hands find my hair, pushing into my waiting throat.

In and out.

Saliva pooling onto my waiting chest.

Stopping I move over, my tongue sliding through her folds, circling her clit.

His hands reach out to her toying with her nipples.

He bites down on her exposed neck.

Without warning he enters her from behind. Going harder and faster and deeper, with each forward motion.

I can feel her clenching, holding him within her.

My tongue continues to toy, sucking her into me, circling.

I want her to cum.

I zeytinburnu escort want to taste her release, I want to swallow her.

His cock continues to penetrate her.

In and out.

Over and over again.

I rise up, my fingers taking over from my tongue.

Pinching, circling, playing with her desire.

As he fucks her with his cock, her moans increasing.

Her walls tightening their grip.

I lean in first I kiss him, his pants swallows by me.

I then move to her lips, tongue probing.

With each of his thrusts, her tongue goes deeper into my waiting mouth.

Her hands reach out for me, nails digging into my shoulders, holding me to her.

His hands find her nipples, hardening them.

One of my hands moves to my clit, fingers circling.

His hand leaving her, pushing three fingers into me.

Deeper, curling at my inner walls.

His cock pounding her pussy.

Fingers on clits.

Our kiss breaks. Not for long.

Three tongues finding each other.

It is difficult, but so erotic.

I clench around his fingers.

Her walls pulling his cock in deeper.

Blood flowing through his member.

Her fingers replace mine, pinching, rolling them around my clit.

My fingers toying with her. One hand between your legs, the other finding her hair, holding her in place.

Her hand slides up holding him to us, the other working my clit.

His fingers moving inside me, the other on my head.

Her legs begin to tremble.

One final deep thrust.

Pressure on her clit from my fingers.

Waves crashing through her.

Clenching, his release exploding inside her.

A final curling of his fingers, hitting my inner walls, I come undone.

Water cascading over us.

Separating ourselves from each other, foreheads touching, panting into each other, smiles forming on our lips.

Reaching up, pulling the towel from the hook, wrapping it around me.

I turn, leaving the cubicle, looking over my shoulder.

I wink.

Session over.