If You Kiss Me, I Think I Might Cum!
Our most recent date with Tamara
Tamara, our favorite escort, comes to the door at the appointed time with a suitcase. “I’m moving in,” she says. We laugh and tell her we would love it if she would. She’s got on a tank top and some yoga pants. We told her she could change when she got here because we really want to see her in that black outfit with the high heeled gladiator sandals that we saw on Twitter but also understand that she doesn’t want to walk to our door in a suburban neighborhood dressed like that, especially in the middle of the afternoon.
I’ve gone a bit to the dark side myself, wearing a tight black mini-skirt and a sheer black blouse, with a strappy demi-bra underneath. I’ve got on high heels for the first time in many months, and I hope that I don’t wipe out on our polished concrete floors, so I take tiny little steps in my black stiletto pumps. When I open the door, Tamara says, “Wow, you look hot!” We kiss hello and she hands me a bottle of cold champagne. “We’re celebrating your birthday, right?” I tell her that no, that’s not until later in the summer, but we decided that we couldn’t wait that long to see her, so we’re just celebrating the time together. Cold champagne is always welcome, so we pop the cork and clink glasses.
Tamara is our favorite provider, a term she uses, which we have also adopted. We see her on a fairly regular basis. We wish that we could see her more often though because we always have such a great time together. We adore her, and in turn, we are her favorite couples clients. The suitcase holds more than her outfit and her shoes; it is also filled with an assortment of toys. I’ve told her that I want her to do whatever she wants with me this time, and so she has come prepared. My partner, James, is looking forward to the show but also looking forward to getting to spend some quality time with his two favorite women. I have another life partner whom I rarely get to see because he lives in another state, but James has never gotten attached to anyone else before. Tamara is another story, however. We’ve talked at length about how we are both falling for her, and how each new date only confirms what we both already know. She is something very special; uninhibited and sexy as hell, but also sweet, smart, and very funny! We laugh a lot every time that we are together.
Tamara comes out of the bathroom looking like a hot gladiator, and I sit meekly on the bed waiting to see what instructions she has for me. But she doesn’t really have any experience being a “top” and flounders a bit about what she should do. James encourages her. “What do you want to have her do?” “Take off your clothes,” she says to me, “but keep your heels on.” I do as she instructs. “Lie on the bed,” she says and then adds in, “and spread your legs.” I do this too, and she briefly lays on top of me, kissing me sweetly. Then, she advances between my thighs and starts to lick my pussy. She doesn’t really have the drive to be my mistress but I don’t really care. She’s not a dom, but she’s still a damn sexy woman, and I revel in her attentions. I lose myself as she licks me.
After a bit, we give up the domination charade and just enjoy being intertwined together. We drink a little champagne and engage each other as fully as possible. We try out some of the toys that she’s brought. It’s like a fucking hot game of Tetris. How can we all fit together that maximizes pleasure? She eats my pussy some more while fucking me with a vibrating dildo while James pounds her from behind. It’s a lovely view from my perspective and that only adds to the pleasure of what she is doing to me. Then she sits on my face while he fingers her and pumps his cock into my pussy. James is nothing if not a good multi-tasker.
After a while, James tells her that he wants to lick her until she cums. She has no objections to this request. He stations himself between her legs and tentatively laps at her inner thighs. Then, he licks her labia before moving onto her clit, his finger swirls around her vaginal opening. Tamara says, “He’s getting serious now.” In goes one finger to rub her G-spot, then a second to fill her. Tamara gasps. He knows his way around a pussy, and so I just lie beside her, massaging her breasts and playing with her nipples. Pretty soon she is on the edge.
She turns to me and says, “Kiss me… if you kiss me, I think I can cum!” This is one of the hottest things that anyone has ever said to me, and I kiss her with abandon. As if on cue, she is coming hard.
In the afterglow Tamara and I talk about how amazing it is to kiss women. Their lips and skin are so soft. I like to kiss, and kissing men is great too, but for different reasons. Kissing women is like nothing else. I’m so glad I can help her feel amazing! James cocks his head and says, “I love you,” in a very matter of fact tone while he massages her shoulders. “So does she,” he adds, pointing to me. I nod in assent. “I love you guys too,” she replies. It’s a sweet moment, but also one that is completely unselfconscious, and we quickly move past it and on to the next thing. It’s not a moment of high drama. It doesn’t change anything at all; it’s just a moment of naming what is so.
James says, “I’d like it if you’d both suck my cock at the same time.” “What kind of women do you think we are?” Tamara replies, pretending to be incensed. “I think that you are cocksuckers,” James says with a laugh, and we all fall over laughing before settling down to tag team him thoroughly and completely. We fuck a lot, but we talk a lot too — sometimes in between and sometimes in the midst of it.
She tells us how she’s got a client who wants to do a double with her and a bi-sexual man. She doesn’t begin to know where to find a professional to fit the bill, even though we live in a major metropolitan area. We tell her that it’s really difficult to find a straight guy to play with a couple, much less a bisexual professional, but we tell her that when she finds one, to let us know. We might be interested. We tell her to recruit someone from LA with the promise of a better standard of living and no competition. We are only half joking. James isn’t bi-sexual but he is a little bit curious and willing to expand his horizons, and I find that amazingly exciting! The rampant homophobia of many men is really so tiresome. I say, “I want to see a man suck another man’s cock before he then turns his attention to me.” Tamara agrees, and she is motivated to make it happen. If anyone can, it’s Tamara. I can hardly wait!
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