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Back in the early 1990s, I was working as a breakdown and accident recovery mechanic for a national recovery company in Lancashire. Our hours were long—6 days a week, 12-hour days on call all night—so not much time for a social life, but the pay was incredible; it was a means to an end for me.
Bank holidays were of course the busiest; it was in the days when you would see broken down cars up and down the hard shoulder, either steam emitting from under the bonnet or tires blown out, bonnets up, and of course something that never changes... accidents.
On this particular Easter bank holiday weekend, we were treated to proper bank holiday weather: torrential rain, which makes working on the hard shoulder even more dangerous and harder. The breakdowns had been non-stop since around 4 p.m. on Friday, having worked most of the way through the night and getting some sleep from around 5.30 a.m. to 8.30 a.m. We were back in the garage on-site by 9 a.m.
The Saturday was relentless with accidents and breakdowns; by the time evening arrived, I was shattered. A break in callouts allowed me to drive to my flat a couple of miles away, get something to eat, and have a shower, after which I sat in the chair, turned on the TV, and promptly fell fast asleep, only to be woken suddenly by the landline phone ringing (it was the early days of mobiles known as 'Bricks').
I noticed that it had become dark, and looking at the clock, I realised I had been asleep for some hours.
I answered the phone, ‘hi got one for you’ the controller said. It was still a breakdown on the motorway, but by the Junction 32 exit, I took the details, dressed, put on my weather gear, and set off in my spec truck. I located the car, and the driver said it had just stopped. I did the usual checks but discovered that he had run out of gasoline and that the gauge was faulty.
I hooked the car up, put the passengers in my truck, and drove them all to the fuel station just off the motorway. I waited until they had refuelled and made sure the car started, then waved them goodbye. Just then my mobile rang, ‘got another for you’ It was in the northbound direction, heading back to base. I was already soaking, and the rain didn’t look like easing up anytime soon.
As I was about to pull away, there was a banging on the passenger window; it looked like two drowned rats. I leaned over and opened the door, and two women were standing there, drenched. One said, ‘We have broken down the road; can you help? I asked if they were members of any of the organisations, i.e., RAC, AA, etc. No, they replied. I’m sorry, I can’t help you. Can you call someone to come and help you? You can use my phone, but they replied that there wasn’t. They were from way down south, heading for a camping holiday in the Dales.
I explained that I had to attend another breakdown heading north, but if they went back to their car and waited, I’d come back, tow them to our service area, and look at the car in the morning. They could use the service area for food, etc.; there’s a motel on site too. They happily agreed and made me promise that I would come back!
I arrived at the breakdown on the hard shoulder; the car had no drive, so I put it through for recovery, towed it to our service area, and left them to await the recovery truck.
I then set off back down the motorway, and 25 minutes later I pulled up in front of the lady's car. They were so relieved to see me. I told them to climb into my truck. I put the heating on full and went about hitching up their car. We are grateful to you for this; we didn’t know what to do. I explained the importance and advantages of joining a motoring organisation, and they both agreed wholeheartedly.
We arrived at the service, and I unhooked the car. They grabbed a couple of bags and headed to the motel. I went into the service and grabbed a coffee to go. I jumped back into my truck and started to pull away. As I was driving past the motel, the ladies came out of the front door and began waving frantically at me.
I pulled over, and they approached my door. The motel is full, bank holiday, and all that! I said I couldn’t think of another one close. One lady said we would just have to sit in the cafeteria until morning. I (without really thinking) said, well, my flat is a couple of miles away; you are welcome to crash there until tomorrow. As they were climbing into the truck, they said, oh, that’s fantastic, are you sure?
We arrived at my flat, I parked up, and all three climbed the stairs to my flat. I guess it was around 11.30 by then. I put the kettle on and handed each lady a towel to dry off with. We sat down, and they began to tell me about the disastrous journey. This being the first time I had seen them in light and dry, I made out that they were in or around their 30s, both reasonably attractive, with long dark hair and nice figures in sizes 12 to 14. Just as we were beginning to dry off and relax, the phone went off. Yes, okay, I replied to the controller. Sorry, ladies, I have to go out again. Help yourself with whatever you need. I’ll be back ASAP, and with that, I left.
2 hours later, I arrived back home, signed off from control, and my day off had started. I crept up the stairs and into the living room to find two ladies in PJ’s sitting on the sofa. I hope that you don’t mind. but we both took a shower and got comfy. Not at all, I replied. I am going to take a soak in the bath now and unwind. Oh, won’t you get called out again? one lady asked. I’m signed off now until Monday morning, as I replied.
I ran my bath, came into the living room for a glass of wine to take with me to the bath, and stopped dead in my tracks. The two ladies were oblivious to my entrance; they were arms around one another, engaged in very passionate kissing. I cleared my throat slightly, and two slightly embarrassed ladies looked over at me. After a moment of uncomfortable silence, I asked, would you care for a glass of wine? I have one.
They both replied, 'Yes, please.
Without another word, I returned to my bath, wine in hand, eased myself into the hot bubbles, and began to relax. As I lay there, I could hear no conversation coming from the living room, and thinking about what I had just witnessed, I was pretty certain I knew why. With those thoughts in mind, a periscope began to emerge through the bubbles in the bath. I took a swallow of wine, lay back, and began playing with myself. I was stroking my balls, which made my penis twitch, and then I pulled back the foreskin to expose my bell. I began stroking the tip, putting bubbles on it, and rubbing them in.
I lay my eyes closed, only imagining what was going on on my settee. I was brought back to reality as I heard a giggle over my right shoulder. Immediately covering my penis with my hands, I turned around to see two grinning faces peering around the door. It was my turn to blush. We just wanted to thank you for going out of your way to help two stranded ladies. One said, Oh, that's okay. I replied, No problem. I’ll be out in a bit. You're welcome to crash on my bed, and I’ll take the couch. No one said, we mean, we want to thank you! And with that, they both entered the bathroom. One knelt next to the bath and took the bath cloth, soaped it up, and began to wash me—my chest, arms, tummy, then my legs and feet—while the other lady had me lean forward and she did my back. My erection had shrunk away during their entry into the bathroom.
Once they had soaped me up, I was told to stand. One lady took the shower head from the wall, and from the head down, she began to rinse off the suds. The other lady wiped the water from my eyes and looked straight at me. As she did so, she took hold and cupped my balls in her hand. Oh, look, she said, he’s shaved smooth. Now two ladies are investigating my private parts. My penis began, once again, to rise, this time with the help of a lady fondling.
The other lady replaced the shower with the hook and stood next to her friend, looking at one another as they kissed, her hand still on my penis. She felt the reaction their kissing had on me. They both then looked down at it. One of the ladies took a firm hold on my shaft and forced the foreskin back, allowing my bulbous bell end to pop out. She then knelt and kicked the tip, forced her tongue into the crack, and then took it deep into her mouth. She stood up and beckoned the other lady to do the same.
As she reached for my erect penis, I took the towel from the towel rack and wrapped it around my waist, the rather large bulge even more so from under the towel. I stepped from the bath, stating it was a tad uncomfortable, and we all laughed. I followed the ladies back into the living room, where they resumed their position on the sofa.
I asked, why don’t you continue where you were before? I’ll just sit here and watch. They both laughed and then turned to face each other. The kissing started gentle, and just lips soon became more passionate and tongue-licking, like French kissing with passion.
My penis had come out through the join in the towel. I pulled my foreskin back again, and a droplet of pre-cum found its way out onto the tip. As the ladies became more engrossed in one another’s bodies, I began to stroke my balls and penis; the sight was erotic. I stood up, went to the bedroom, and took a condom from my bedside table. I tore open the packet and unrolled it over my penis. I returned to the lounge, where I was greeted by the sight of two topple women, both with rather nice boobs, fondling and petting each other with great passion. I let my towel drop to the floor and walked behind the sofa to look down on the performance unfolding before me.
One lady had her hand inside the other's PJ bottoms and was stimulating her pussy; just by the visible movements, the other was fondling the breasts and nipples of the other. I began to stroke my penis with one hand and, leaning forward over the back of the settee, squeeze and fondle each one of their boobs.
I could feel more pre-cum leaking through my shaft and into the condom; it was a ribbed condom with a solution inside that reduced sensation, preventing premature ejaculation. One lady, the one who was being fingered, looked up at me and said, don’t waste that hard-on; let us use it properly. With that, the women looked at one another and rose from the settee.
I came around from the rear, and they were surprised to see a condom over my penis. Why was the condom of yours just going to jerk off? Well, I doubt I would last very long watching you two without losing some sensation, and this has delay cream in it, I replied.
The lady whose PJ bottoms were very damp removed them, as did the other lady, now totally naked, bar some body piercings. Sitting down on the settee, the damp lady knelt in front of her, spread her legs, and began to finger-fuck her. The lady sitting was enjoying the attention, as her smiling at me proved. The lady kneeled, her legs slightly apart. I didn’t need a picture drawing; I kneeled behind her, put my hand between her legs, and felt just how wet she was.
I guided my erect penis into her wet, juicy pussy, and with a slight jerk and a sigh, she pushed back against me until her bum was hard against my balls. Her long hair covered the thighs and pussy of the other lady, but her head was nodding and shaking as she licked, sucked, and tongued her pussy. I was thrusting deep now, and Fanny Farts began to emit from her saturated pussy, the juices of which were going cold as they ran down my balls.
I had hardly any sensation at all of the fun my penis was having, but the lady certainly did, as she reached up with one hand to her friend, who was also squirming and breathing heavily, enjoying the tonguing she was getting, and she squeezed her nipples, first one, then the other. At that moment, I felt my penis being squeezed tight and almost pulled off as she clamped onto me and climaxed. A huge flood of juices soaked my balls and inner thighs. I pulled out as she sat back, breathing heavily and shaking. A crooked smile came across her lips.
The condom was only half on now, being pulled almost off by her incredible pelvic floor muscles; her horrendous orgasm was dripping with her juices. She went to the bathroom to freshen up. I rolled off the condom and said to the other lady, I think that I too need to ‘freshen up’. I went into the en-suite toilet and washed myself, dried off, and put on a pair of underpants.
Returning to the living room, the second lady had gone to the bathroom, and the first one had returned wearing just a pair of knickers. I poured three drinks out, and we both sat on the sofa. So, what’s the story with you ladies? You are not gay (we both laughed). No, she explained; we have been friends for years now.
The other lady returned, also wearing knickers and a loose T-shirt. The First Lady said I just started to explain about you, and, oh, okay, the other replied. As I said, we have been friends for many years; we have worked together as nurses in different fields, but long story short, we also attend meetings and seminars to do the Alzheimer's Association, which takes us to different places in England.
On one of these occasions, after the seminar, we had drinks in the bar and then decided to take a bottle of wine to the room. Girls being girls, we got onto the subject of 'Men'. We were both married at the time, and now only one of us is. She smiled. Anyway, the wine and chat flowed, and my friend here said, ‘Who needs men anyway’ and just leaned in and kissed me. I think that we were both shocked at the same time. However, one thing led to another, and now, 10 years later, we are bisexual, but only with one another, ‘friends with benefits’ you might say.
Wow, I replied, that’s some discovery. So, you have been going away together for 10 years? Well, not there; there are only about six seminars a year, so we invent these camping trips; we do like walking, and my husband doesn’t; I’m a golf widow, and my friend divorced a total narcissist! So, we have a very secretive and private life, which you are now privileged to, and for the reason you are, we didn’t think that you would come back to rescue us, but you asked nothing from us and left us alone in your lovely flat. That trust is also rare in this day and age.
I explained that I have, as you can see, very little social time. My life consists of work, sleep, money, eating, drinking, and sleeping, and the cycle is reoccurring. As we spoke, the hand of the married lady rested on me under my pants and began stroking my relaxed penis, which wasn’t relaxed for very long. ‘Do you have another condom, one without delay, gel’? She asked. I most certainly do, I replied, and with a prominent erection in my underwear, I headed to the bedroom.
I opened the bedside table drawer and pulled out a condom. Just as I closed the drawer, I turned to see the two ladies enter the room. The lady with the T-shirt and nickers took the condom off me and pulled down my underpants to expose a drooping penis, but with a couple of strokes, she brought it back to attention. She tore open the packet and removed the lubricator condom. Oh, a black one, she said. And with that, she rolled it over my shaft, pulling back my foreskin as she did so.
The other lady was playing with herself as she watched. I was told to lay back in the bed, and as I did so, the lady playing with herself removed her knickers and climbed onto the bed, straddling my body. She took hold of my shaft and guided it into herself as she lowered down onto it and began to ride me. Her tits were doing a little jig as she moved back and forth on my penis, rubbing my balls with her bum as she did.
The Second Lady came into vision, knickers removed but a T-shirt still in place. She smiled at me and asked, does that feel good? Oh, my god, it does it, yes. I replied. She then spread her legs over my head. With two fingers, she parted the lips of her pussycat and lowered herself onto my mouth. My tongue came out to meet her pierced clitoris, and by the sound she made, it was welcomed. She began to gently rock as my hands reached up under her T-shirt, and I started to fondle her tits and nipples.
The lady riding my penis was beginning to give loud moans and sounds of pleasure as the liquid slowly made its way onto my balls. My penis was throbbing, and even through the condom, the sensations of excitement were building. I was working hard on eating the pussycat, which was now also making me gurgle a bit. My breathing was laboured as I fought to breathe through my nose, my tongue now as deep into her as possible, and my lips sucking her juices.
I could feel the buildup in my penis, the electrical feeling of ecstasy coming growing. The lady on my face took hold of my hands, which were on her tits, squeezed them hard, and then pushed hard onto my face. I couldn’t breathe; juices flooded over my nose and mouth; my chin was soaked; and she climaxed heavily. I pulled my hands free and eased her up a little to give myself some breathing space.
Then, with hard rocking and thrusts down onto my penis, the lady reached back and started to squeeze my hard full-ball sack. The lady on my face removed herself and turned to face her friend. I couldn’t make out what they were doing, but I began to climax, and as my breathing grew and I was thrusting back into her, she too started to climax. The electricity running through my penis, especially the tip, as I shot my semen into the black rubber condom was electrifying. She squeezed my balls dry as she too lost her juices over me and eased down onto my thighs.
We all just sat and lay where we were for a few minutes, catching our breaths. My penis was aching, and I thought that my balls must surely be bruised. The condom was removed from my now relaxing penis, and the lady who rode it said, ‘You have a naughty boy here’ as she squeezed it. We all laughed.
We all lay on the bed and fell asleep. Some time later, I was awakened by a fully dressed lady offering me a cup of tea. It’s 11.30, we have slept for a while, she said. I eased myself off the bed and headed for the shower. Ones refreshed I came back into the bedroom, drank my tea and dressed.
I entered the living room; the two ladies were packed and ready for off. Okay I said, let’s go and see if we can sort out your car problem. And with that we climbed into my truck and headed for the service area. I was handed the ignition keys, I unlocked the car, pulled the bonnet catch and proceeded to investigate.
The engine was pretty wet from all the water last night, I removed the distributor cap, it was very wet in there. I sprayed the HT leads, wiped dry the cap and sprayed in there too, replacing the cap, I asked one of the ladies to turn the key, with a short spluttering it burst into life.
The lady next to me turned to me and said, you certainly are good with your hands, and not just your hands!
We each hugged, a peck on the cheek and they drove off, I never saw them again, but I will always remember Cathy and Sue!
Bank holidays were of course the busiest; it was in the days when you would see broken down cars up and down the hard shoulder, either steam emitting from under the bonnet or tires blown out, bonnets up, and of course something that never changes... accidents.
On this particular Easter bank holiday weekend, we were treated to proper bank holiday weather: torrential rain, which makes working on the hard shoulder even more dangerous and harder. The breakdowns had been non-stop since around 4 p.m. on Friday, having worked most of the way through the night and getting some sleep from around 5.30 a.m. to 8.30 a.m. We were back in the garage on-site by 9 a.m.
The Saturday was relentless with accidents and breakdowns; by the time evening arrived, I was shattered. A break in callouts allowed me to drive to my flat a couple of miles away, get something to eat, and have a shower, after which I sat in the chair, turned on the TV, and promptly fell fast asleep, only to be woken suddenly by the landline phone ringing (it was the early days of mobiles known as 'Bricks').
I noticed that it had become dark, and looking at the clock, I realised I had been asleep for some hours.
I answered the phone, ‘hi got one for you’ the controller said. It was still a breakdown on the motorway, but by the Junction 32 exit, I took the details, dressed, put on my weather gear, and set off in my spec truck. I located the car, and the driver said it had just stopped. I did the usual checks but discovered that he had run out of gasoline and that the gauge was faulty.
I hooked the car up, put the passengers in my truck, and drove them all to the fuel station just off the motorway. I waited until they had refuelled and made sure the car started, then waved them goodbye. Just then my mobile rang, ‘got another for you’ It was in the northbound direction, heading back to base. I was already soaking, and the rain didn’t look like easing up anytime soon.
As I was about to pull away, there was a banging on the passenger window; it looked like two drowned rats. I leaned over and opened the door, and two women were standing there, drenched. One said, ‘We have broken down the road; can you help? I asked if they were members of any of the organisations, i.e., RAC, AA, etc. No, they replied. I’m sorry, I can’t help you. Can you call someone to come and help you? You can use my phone, but they replied that there wasn’t. They were from way down south, heading for a camping holiday in the Dales.
I explained that I had to attend another breakdown heading north, but if they went back to their car and waited, I’d come back, tow them to our service area, and look at the car in the morning. They could use the service area for food, etc.; there’s a motel on site too. They happily agreed and made me promise that I would come back!
I arrived at the breakdown on the hard shoulder; the car had no drive, so I put it through for recovery, towed it to our service area, and left them to await the recovery truck.
I then set off back down the motorway, and 25 minutes later I pulled up in front of the lady's car. They were so relieved to see me. I told them to climb into my truck. I put the heating on full and went about hitching up their car. We are grateful to you for this; we didn’t know what to do. I explained the importance and advantages of joining a motoring organisation, and they both agreed wholeheartedly.
We arrived at the service, and I unhooked the car. They grabbed a couple of bags and headed to the motel. I went into the service and grabbed a coffee to go. I jumped back into my truck and started to pull away. As I was driving past the motel, the ladies came out of the front door and began waving frantically at me.
I pulled over, and they approached my door. The motel is full, bank holiday, and all that! I said I couldn’t think of another one close. One lady said we would just have to sit in the cafeteria until morning. I (without really thinking) said, well, my flat is a couple of miles away; you are welcome to crash there until tomorrow. As they were climbing into the truck, they said, oh, that’s fantastic, are you sure?
We arrived at my flat, I parked up, and all three climbed the stairs to my flat. I guess it was around 11.30 by then. I put the kettle on and handed each lady a towel to dry off with. We sat down, and they began to tell me about the disastrous journey. This being the first time I had seen them in light and dry, I made out that they were in or around their 30s, both reasonably attractive, with long dark hair and nice figures in sizes 12 to 14. Just as we were beginning to dry off and relax, the phone went off. Yes, okay, I replied to the controller. Sorry, ladies, I have to go out again. Help yourself with whatever you need. I’ll be back ASAP, and with that, I left.
2 hours later, I arrived back home, signed off from control, and my day off had started. I crept up the stairs and into the living room to find two ladies in PJ’s sitting on the sofa. I hope that you don’t mind. but we both took a shower and got comfy. Not at all, I replied. I am going to take a soak in the bath now and unwind. Oh, won’t you get called out again? one lady asked. I’m signed off now until Monday morning, as I replied.
I ran my bath, came into the living room for a glass of wine to take with me to the bath, and stopped dead in my tracks. The two ladies were oblivious to my entrance; they were arms around one another, engaged in very passionate kissing. I cleared my throat slightly, and two slightly embarrassed ladies looked over at me. After a moment of uncomfortable silence, I asked, would you care for a glass of wine? I have one.
They both replied, 'Yes, please.
Without another word, I returned to my bath, wine in hand, eased myself into the hot bubbles, and began to relax. As I lay there, I could hear no conversation coming from the living room, and thinking about what I had just witnessed, I was pretty certain I knew why. With those thoughts in mind, a periscope began to emerge through the bubbles in the bath. I took a swallow of wine, lay back, and began playing with myself. I was stroking my balls, which made my penis twitch, and then I pulled back the foreskin to expose my bell. I began stroking the tip, putting bubbles on it, and rubbing them in.
I lay my eyes closed, only imagining what was going on on my settee. I was brought back to reality as I heard a giggle over my right shoulder. Immediately covering my penis with my hands, I turned around to see two grinning faces peering around the door. It was my turn to blush. We just wanted to thank you for going out of your way to help two stranded ladies. One said, Oh, that's okay. I replied, No problem. I’ll be out in a bit. You're welcome to crash on my bed, and I’ll take the couch. No one said, we mean, we want to thank you! And with that, they both entered the bathroom. One knelt next to the bath and took the bath cloth, soaped it up, and began to wash me—my chest, arms, tummy, then my legs and feet—while the other lady had me lean forward and she did my back. My erection had shrunk away during their entry into the bathroom.
Once they had soaped me up, I was told to stand. One lady took the shower head from the wall, and from the head down, she began to rinse off the suds. The other lady wiped the water from my eyes and looked straight at me. As she did so, she took hold and cupped my balls in her hand. Oh, look, she said, he’s shaved smooth. Now two ladies are investigating my private parts. My penis began, once again, to rise, this time with the help of a lady fondling.
The other lady replaced the shower with the hook and stood next to her friend, looking at one another as they kissed, her hand still on my penis. She felt the reaction their kissing had on me. They both then looked down at it. One of the ladies took a firm hold on my shaft and forced the foreskin back, allowing my bulbous bell end to pop out. She then knelt and kicked the tip, forced her tongue into the crack, and then took it deep into her mouth. She stood up and beckoned the other lady to do the same.
As she reached for my erect penis, I took the towel from the towel rack and wrapped it around my waist, the rather large bulge even more so from under the towel. I stepped from the bath, stating it was a tad uncomfortable, and we all laughed. I followed the ladies back into the living room, where they resumed their position on the sofa.
I asked, why don’t you continue where you were before? I’ll just sit here and watch. They both laughed and then turned to face each other. The kissing started gentle, and just lips soon became more passionate and tongue-licking, like French kissing with passion.
My penis had come out through the join in the towel. I pulled my foreskin back again, and a droplet of pre-cum found its way out onto the tip. As the ladies became more engrossed in one another’s bodies, I began to stroke my balls and penis; the sight was erotic. I stood up, went to the bedroom, and took a condom from my bedside table. I tore open the packet and unrolled it over my penis. I returned to the lounge, where I was greeted by the sight of two topple women, both with rather nice boobs, fondling and petting each other with great passion. I let my towel drop to the floor and walked behind the sofa to look down on the performance unfolding before me.
One lady had her hand inside the other's PJ bottoms and was stimulating her pussy; just by the visible movements, the other was fondling the breasts and nipples of the other. I began to stroke my penis with one hand and, leaning forward over the back of the settee, squeeze and fondle each one of their boobs.
I could feel more pre-cum leaking through my shaft and into the condom; it was a ribbed condom with a solution inside that reduced sensation, preventing premature ejaculation. One lady, the one who was being fingered, looked up at me and said, don’t waste that hard-on; let us use it properly. With that, the women looked at one another and rose from the settee.
I came around from the rear, and they were surprised to see a condom over my penis. Why was the condom of yours just going to jerk off? Well, I doubt I would last very long watching you two without losing some sensation, and this has delay cream in it, I replied.
The lady whose PJ bottoms were very damp removed them, as did the other lady, now totally naked, bar some body piercings. Sitting down on the settee, the damp lady knelt in front of her, spread her legs, and began to finger-fuck her. The lady sitting was enjoying the attention, as her smiling at me proved. The lady kneeled, her legs slightly apart. I didn’t need a picture drawing; I kneeled behind her, put my hand between her legs, and felt just how wet she was.
I guided my erect penis into her wet, juicy pussy, and with a slight jerk and a sigh, she pushed back against me until her bum was hard against my balls. Her long hair covered the thighs and pussy of the other lady, but her head was nodding and shaking as she licked, sucked, and tongued her pussy. I was thrusting deep now, and Fanny Farts began to emit from her saturated pussy, the juices of which were going cold as they ran down my balls.
I had hardly any sensation at all of the fun my penis was having, but the lady certainly did, as she reached up with one hand to her friend, who was also squirming and breathing heavily, enjoying the tonguing she was getting, and she squeezed her nipples, first one, then the other. At that moment, I felt my penis being squeezed tight and almost pulled off as she clamped onto me and climaxed. A huge flood of juices soaked my balls and inner thighs. I pulled out as she sat back, breathing heavily and shaking. A crooked smile came across her lips.
The condom was only half on now, being pulled almost off by her incredible pelvic floor muscles; her horrendous orgasm was dripping with her juices. She went to the bathroom to freshen up. I rolled off the condom and said to the other lady, I think that I too need to ‘freshen up’. I went into the en-suite toilet and washed myself, dried off, and put on a pair of underpants.
Returning to the living room, the second lady had gone to the bathroom, and the first one had returned wearing just a pair of knickers. I poured three drinks out, and we both sat on the sofa. So, what’s the story with you ladies? You are not gay (we both laughed). No, she explained; we have been friends for years now.
The other lady returned, also wearing knickers and a loose T-shirt. The First Lady said I just started to explain about you, and, oh, okay, the other replied. As I said, we have been friends for many years; we have worked together as nurses in different fields, but long story short, we also attend meetings and seminars to do the Alzheimer's Association, which takes us to different places in England.
On one of these occasions, after the seminar, we had drinks in the bar and then decided to take a bottle of wine to the room. Girls being girls, we got onto the subject of 'Men'. We were both married at the time, and now only one of us is. She smiled. Anyway, the wine and chat flowed, and my friend here said, ‘Who needs men anyway’ and just leaned in and kissed me. I think that we were both shocked at the same time. However, one thing led to another, and now, 10 years later, we are bisexual, but only with one another, ‘friends with benefits’ you might say.
Wow, I replied, that’s some discovery. So, you have been going away together for 10 years? Well, not there; there are only about six seminars a year, so we invent these camping trips; we do like walking, and my husband doesn’t; I’m a golf widow, and my friend divorced a total narcissist! So, we have a very secretive and private life, which you are now privileged to, and for the reason you are, we didn’t think that you would come back to rescue us, but you asked nothing from us and left us alone in your lovely flat. That trust is also rare in this day and age.
I explained that I have, as you can see, very little social time. My life consists of work, sleep, money, eating, drinking, and sleeping, and the cycle is reoccurring. As we spoke, the hand of the married lady rested on me under my pants and began stroking my relaxed penis, which wasn’t relaxed for very long. ‘Do you have another condom, one without delay, gel’? She asked. I most certainly do, I replied, and with a prominent erection in my underwear, I headed to the bedroom.
I opened the bedside table drawer and pulled out a condom. Just as I closed the drawer, I turned to see the two ladies enter the room. The lady with the T-shirt and nickers took the condom off me and pulled down my underpants to expose a drooping penis, but with a couple of strokes, she brought it back to attention. She tore open the packet and removed the lubricator condom. Oh, a black one, she said. And with that, she rolled it over my shaft, pulling back my foreskin as she did so.
The other lady was playing with herself as she watched. I was told to lay back in the bed, and as I did so, the lady playing with herself removed her knickers and climbed onto the bed, straddling my body. She took hold of my shaft and guided it into herself as she lowered down onto it and began to ride me. Her tits were doing a little jig as she moved back and forth on my penis, rubbing my balls with her bum as she did.
The Second Lady came into vision, knickers removed but a T-shirt still in place. She smiled at me and asked, does that feel good? Oh, my god, it does it, yes. I replied. She then spread her legs over my head. With two fingers, she parted the lips of her pussycat and lowered herself onto my mouth. My tongue came out to meet her pierced clitoris, and by the sound she made, it was welcomed. She began to gently rock as my hands reached up under her T-shirt, and I started to fondle her tits and nipples.
The lady riding my penis was beginning to give loud moans and sounds of pleasure as the liquid slowly made its way onto my balls. My penis was throbbing, and even through the condom, the sensations of excitement were building. I was working hard on eating the pussycat, which was now also making me gurgle a bit. My breathing was laboured as I fought to breathe through my nose, my tongue now as deep into her as possible, and my lips sucking her juices.
I could feel the buildup in my penis, the electrical feeling of ecstasy coming growing. The lady on my face took hold of my hands, which were on her tits, squeezed them hard, and then pushed hard onto my face. I couldn’t breathe; juices flooded over my nose and mouth; my chin was soaked; and she climaxed heavily. I pulled my hands free and eased her up a little to give myself some breathing space.
Then, with hard rocking and thrusts down onto my penis, the lady reached back and started to squeeze my hard full-ball sack. The lady on my face removed herself and turned to face her friend. I couldn’t make out what they were doing, but I began to climax, and as my breathing grew and I was thrusting back into her, she too started to climax. The electricity running through my penis, especially the tip, as I shot my semen into the black rubber condom was electrifying. She squeezed my balls dry as she too lost her juices over me and eased down onto my thighs.
We all just sat and lay where we were for a few minutes, catching our breaths. My penis was aching, and I thought that my balls must surely be bruised. The condom was removed from my now relaxing penis, and the lady who rode it said, ‘You have a naughty boy here’ as she squeezed it. We all laughed.
We all lay on the bed and fell asleep. Some time later, I was awakened by a fully dressed lady offering me a cup of tea. It’s 11.30, we have slept for a while, she said. I eased myself off the bed and headed for the shower. Ones refreshed I came back into the bedroom, drank my tea and dressed.
I entered the living room; the two ladies were packed and ready for off. Okay I said, let’s go and see if we can sort out your car problem. And with that we climbed into my truck and headed for the service area. I was handed the ignition keys, I unlocked the car, pulled the bonnet catch and proceeded to investigate.
The engine was pretty wet from all the water last night, I removed the distributor cap, it was very wet in there. I sprayed the HT leads, wiped dry the cap and sprayed in there too, replacing the cap, I asked one of the ladies to turn the key, with a short spluttering it burst into life.
The lady next to me turned to me and said, you certainly are good with your hands, and not just your hands!
We each hugged, a peck on the cheek and they drove off, I never saw them again, but I will always remember Cathy and Sue!
Poster:
John
