Two’s Company, Three’s… Ch. 07

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I let them go ahead, enjoying the chance to look at them from behind and the thought that I’d been as close as possible to all those gorgeous bottoms, bare to me while I thrust into the inviting wetness between their thighs…

“Come on, Tim,” Beth mock-scolded, pulling me out of my reverie. “Keep up.”

These woods were on a steep hill, the trees interrupted now and again by rocky outcrops. “Hmm,” Amy ventured, “that rock looks nice and flat.”

“And it’ll have had the sun on it,” nodded Sarah.

They scrambled up, sitting on the smooth stone. “Maybe we can top up our tan,” Beth hinted.

I felt a thrill as she lifted her thin summer dress off over her head and laid back. “Mm, definitely warm.”

Amy followed suit, then Sarah slipped out of her dress. “Seems a pity to get tan lines,” she grinned, and the thrill I was already feeling at the girls’ unexpected urge to show off their bodies was multiplied as Sarah casually shed bra, panties, and stretched out on the warm surface.

“Well,” grinned Amy, glancing at Beth, “Don’t know about you, but I’m not going to be the odd one out.”

Both of them slipped off their remaining items, and I climbed up to sit nearby, my eyes moving from the trees below, to the landscape, then back to the delicious sight of bare shoulders, breasts, the soft fur where thighs met.

Beth was the first to turn over, and again I drank in the view of her curved bottom, her breasts visible as she propped herself up on her forearm, shaded her eyes with her other hand to look up at me. “Enjoying this?” she teased.

“I’d be fibbing if I said no,” I admitted.

“I think there’s some sun lotion in my bag. Maybe you could help us…” Beth hinted.

I found the bottle, squirted lotion into my palms, waited for it to warm. “Front first, or back?” I queried.

“Hmm, back,” decided Beth.

I smoothed the lotion onto her shoulders, then down, thumbs pressing carefully on either side of her spine. “That feels so good,” nodded Beth. My hands moved lower, more lotion on her bottom, my fingers dipping just a little way into her cleft. “Mm,” she murmured.

The backs of her legs, then she turned over. I tried not to linger too much on her breasts, though her now-hard nipples were tempting, and worked my way down. She parted her thighs — “Make sure you don’t miss anywhere,” she teased — and finally I was at her feet. “Mm,” she stretched, “perfect.”

“My turn,” chuckled Amy, and again my hands explored all over her body, ending with a playful dab of lotion on the end of her nose.

Sarah was last, and watching me touch Amy and Beth had obviously had an effect, her nipples visibly hard. “They may be able to wait till later,” she murmured, “but I don’t think I can.”

As I caressed her breasts, she closed her eyes, moaned softly. “Oh, just touch me, Tim.”

My fingers between her parted thighs found wetness, mingling with the lotion to make her irresistibly slippery. Sarah’s hand covered mine, pressing my fingers into her, and I let her take the lead, her hips pushing against my hand more urgently until a soft cry of release, her body shuddering. “Ohhh…”

She stretched out on her back, and I kissed her softly. “Now you can really relax, enjoy the sun.”

Every once in a while one of them turned over, and I drank in the changing view. “Anyone need more sun cream?” I queried.

Beth sighed. “We should probably get going again — didn’t you say there’s a pub where we can get lunch?”

“Mmhm.”

Beth glanced at Amy. “If I remember rightly, when we left the pub that other time, neither of us had any underwear on, so…”

She slipped her dress back on over her head. “Can you tell, Tim?”

“Only if I look closely enough to see your nipples,” I grinned.

Beth tossed her head. “Doesn’t bother me.”

She pushed her bra, panties, into her bag, and I Side Escort watched as Amy and Sarah followed suit. “Careful when you climb down,” I cautioned.

We reached the path again without incident, and after another half an hour or so, we reached the pub, finding a table. “Mm, I like the sound of sausages and mash,” Amy said, getting nods all round.

I went to order, fetch drinks, and it wasn’t long before our food arrived. “Mm, this is good,” Beth managed round a mouthful of mashed potato.

“Anyone want another drink?” I offered when we’d finished eating.

There were no takers, and we made our way out, finding the path again. “Oh, it sort of curves round a different way,” I pointed to the map on my phone screen.

“What’s that symbol?” Amy queried.

I tapped again. “More rocks, I think. Maybe caves?”

Sometimes the path took us through more woods, sometimes beside fields, and I wasn’t surprised when we reached a secluded spot and Amy stepped off the path to pee. “Got a hanky, Tim?”

I saw Sarah smiling as she watched our little ritual. “You can help me that way too, Tim, when I need to.”

We reached the place on the map with the intriguing symbol, and Amy scampered up the slope. “Oh, I see,” I heard as she seemed to vanish from sight. “Careful, Amy,” I called.

Amy reappeared. “It’s not exactly caves — the rocks lean together, the sunlight still comes in from above.”

She grinned. “It is sort of secret, though.”

Beth flashed her eyebrows at me. “I think we should definitely explore,” she hinted.

We all squeezed through the narrow opening, and I looked round. The space was dry, with a sandy floor, and as Amy had said, sunlight spilling in to make patches of warm light. “What an amazing place.”

“I could just take a nap,” I went on. I spread out the picnic blanket I was carrying, and stretched out, my head pillowed on my hands.

“Plenty of time for sleep later,” Amy giggled, looking at Beth.

“Mmhm.”

I yielded to the inevitable as Beth knelt to unfasten my belt, tug at my jeans, while Amy pulled my t-shirt off over my head. “You didn’t think we were actually going to get all the way home before we wanted you?” Beth queried, grinning.

“Especially not after we watched Sarah have her starter,” Amy amplified. “But that just means she can hold on till we do get home.”

I blinked as she lifted the hem of her dress, slid over me so that I could reach her with my mouth, then let her dress fall so I was in what felt something like a tent, the sunlight from above shining through the thin fabric. As I began to use my tongue on her, I felt what must be Beth sliding over my body, her wet opening on my hardness. “Mm,” I ventured, “this is definitely fun, not being able to see either of you.”

I started to pleasure Amy again, and I felt her fingers through the fabric of her dress, pressing me into her. Then I couldn’t help a moan as Beth guided me into her wetness, settling her hips on me and beginning to rock slowly backwards and forwards. “Ohhh, feels good.”

Amy’s warmth and wetness against my mouth suddenly increased, and I wondered if Beth — or perhaps Sarah — was touching her breasts. But I had no way of knowing, and I just gave myself to the sensations I was feeling, Amy flexing her hips against my mouth more urgently as she started to get closer to her release, Beth lifting up till I was almost out of her before she pressed down again with a gasp.

Amy was the first to tip over the edge, her body shuddering above me, a spurt of clear liquid splashing my lips, running down over my chin. Her soft cry must have had an effect on Beth, and moments later Beth’s velvety wetness rippled around me, taking me past the point of no return as my moan mingled with Beth’s cry of delight. “Ohhh…”

The sun was almost too bright as Amy released me, and Side Escort Bayan she laid down, Beth on my other side, both of them with an arm draped across me. “Wow,” I heard Sarah’s voice, “that looked like you all really enjoyed it.”

Finally I stirred, sitting up reluctantly. “‘Fraid it’s still a little way to the car, and it’ll start getting cooler soon.”

We squeezed back out of our ‘cave’, finding the path again. It was about an hour before we reached the car, and predictably all three of them squeezed into the back seat. “Thanks for another great day, Tim,” Sarah offered.

When we reached the house, Beth glanced at Sarah and Amy. “Don’t know about you two, but I’m, well, more than a little sticky, what with one thing and another.”

Amy chuckled. “Sun lotion was one thing — what was the other again?”

Beth nudged her playfully. “You’re sticky too, even if you only had his mouth this time.”

“Hmm,” puzzled Amy. “So how do we work out whether it’s me or Sarah, when Tim’s ready again?”

“I don’t suppose I get a say,” I pretended to grumble.

“If we hadn’t said, you wouldn’t even know that it was me,” teased Beth, “seeing as Amy had you practically blindfolded.”

A mischievous smile crept across Amy’s face. “Oh, that so gives me an idea for later. We do blindfold Tim — I have a cotton scarf somewhere — and then we all do what Beth and I did earlier, a little while each and then we swap, and we see if Tim knows who’s where.”

“I wouldn’t mind playing that game,” I agreed.

Beth pretended to roll her eyes. “I didn’t think you would, somehow. Anyway, we were heading for the bath.”

Again bathtime was soapy fun — “Make sure you get all the sun cream off us, Tim,” teased Amy — and we ended up back in bed.

“Have you got that scarf, Amy?” queried Beth.

“Right here,” grinned Amy.

I submitted to having the scarf tied round my head, and Beth must have waved her hand in front of my eyes. “He definitely can’t see anything,” she chuckled.

I laid back, expecting one of them to slide across me, tease me with wetness, maybe accept a few moments’ pleasure before disappearing again. So I was more than a little surprised when I felt warm mouths surround both of my nipples, start to suckle softly, and fingers wrap around my hardness. “Er — did you change the rules when I wasn’t paying attention?”

One nipple was released, and I heard Beth’s voice nearby, rich with laughter. “Do you remember any rules, Amy?”

“Nope,” from further down the bed, and “Me neither.”

“So just relax, Tim,” Beth again. “Anything goes.”

“But you still have to say who’s who,” Sarah reminded.

Now I’d heard each of them speak, there was the creak of bedsprings as they changed places, and this time I did feel a body sliding across me, then something soft press against my face. “Am I allowed to touch?” I queried.

A whispered conversation, then “OK” from Beth from somewhere close. “Then we’ll find out how well you really know our bodies,” she chuckled.

I reached upwards, unsurprised when my hand encountered the softness of a breast. A murmur of pleasure — the voice not identifiable — as my fingers caressed, and I tried to guess whose figure might correspond to what I was touching. Amy’s breasts were small, though perfectly-shaped, and I decided that what was under my fingers was a little more generous. “Beth, is that you?”

“Oh, well done,” she conceded, a smile in her voice. “For that, you definitely get a reward.”

She shifted position, and now her nipple was between my lips. I tongued, suckled softly, then ever so gently pressed it with my teeth. “Oh!” I heard her quiet gasp of surprise and pleasure. “Are you sure this is my reward and not yours?” I queried.

“Both,” she agreed with a chuckle. “That’s why it’s such a good game. Now…”

Her Escort Side body lifted from me, and this time I did feel warm moisture against my stomach, then sliding on my hardness as whoever it was shifted her hips downwards. “Hmm, this is much more difficult,” I mused. “Maybe…”

I reached to put my hands on her waist, then down a little, feeling the swell of hips. “Unless Beth’s trying to bluff me by taking another turn, I think that’s you, Sarah.”

“Hmm,” Sarah’s voice from above me. “Do we need to make this game more difficult?”

“Beginner’s luck,” Amy laughed. “Anyway, you still have to give him his prize,” she pointed out.

“My pleasure,” and I gasped as Sarah flexed her hips, leaning forward a little. “Ohh,” she moaned, “that’s just in the right place…”

“We have to make the game last a little longer,” Beth reminded gently.

Reluctantly Sarah slid off me, and I wondered if this time they would mix things up a little, or whether it would just be Amy’s turn to touch, be touched.

I wasn’t sure of the answer as lips surrounded my hardness, a tongue swirling. “Ohh…” I couldn’t help my moan.

I tried to think of anything that would give me a clue. “I give up — but — mm — whoever that is, don’t stop.”

“Sorry,” Amy’s voice was a mixture of regret and amusement. “You didn’t guess, so you have to wait a little longer.”

“Not much longer, though,” Sarah again, obviously still wishing she’d been able to carry on with her turn.

“OK,” a chuckle from Beth. “What we said — and Tim, if you can guess this right, you definitely get a prize.”

The bed creaking again as they moved, then I felt fingers on my wrist, guiding my hand, and — mm — warmth, wetness, a quiet gasp as my fingertips found the tiny hard nub in the centre. Someone else sliding across me again, pressing against my hardness, but something was different, and as I reached out my other hand I encountered the soft roundness of a bottom. I was expecting my mouth to be next, someone to pleasure with my tongue, but instead — now this was different — I felt a hand on my ankle, my toes touching warm wetness.

A sudden moment of revelation, but I didn’t immediately let slip that I’d put the pieces of the puzzle together. Instead I let the girl with my hand between her thighs press my fingers into her more insistently until I felt her hips shudder, a spurt of warmth. Then the same with my toes, a quiet moan and a flood of wetness — “Mmm…”

I finally chose my moment. “Hmm, Sarah, that first time when we were in the bath must really have stuck in your mind — maybe sometime you can return the favour, I’ve always had a bit of a thing about feet.”

I paused. “Beth, I’d know your bottom anywhere, even blindfold — so that leaves Amy craving my fingers on her, am I right?”

Beth’s voice above me, sounding genuinely impressed “Wow, Tim. OK, you can take the scarf off.”

I blinked in the light as my eyes adjusted. “So,” I chuckled, “what’s my prize?”

“Easy,” Beth glanced over her shoulder with a smile. She lifted her hips, guiding me into her, and I gasped as she started to move on me, her bottom rising and falling deliciously. “Why have we never done this before?” I wondered aloud.

“I think we can help with Tim’s prize, Amy,” I heard Sarah’s voice, “especially as he was such a good sport letting us get what we needed before he spilled the beans.”

She bent her mouth to my chest, and Amy did likewise, their lips sending darts of pleasure through my body. I saw Beth slide her hand between her thighs, her wetness starting to tighten on me as the mingled sensations took her closer. “Oh,” I gasped, “just a little longer –” then I heard her cry of delight, her hips pushing urgently down on me. My whole body tingled as I reached my own release, my fingers tightening on her hips, and I spurted into her depths, prompting another moan of satisfaction. “Ohhhhh…”

Finally Beth relaxed, leaning back carefully until her weight was resting on me, and I wrapped my arms around her just under her breasts. “Thank you, darling,” I murmured. “That was a fantastic game.”

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