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WITH SUE: Lab Partners, part 2 of 3
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It wasn't until he had unfastened the last and laid her bare to his (and my)
eyes, that I understood his gasp. Under her simple dress, Sue had dressed to
thrill. Matching her lacy peach bra was a pair of sheer silk panties, through
which the texture of her pubic hair could be plainly seen. And circling the
tops of her thighs were the lace borders of a pair of thigh-high stockings.
The gasp I heard was when Wayne reached the top of her hose and found the
warm bare skin of Sue's inner thigh, inviting his eager touch.
I don't know what Wayne was thinking (or *if* Wayne was thinking), but I was
hit with the full import of this unveiling. It meant that Sue was not only
allowing Wayne to undress her, but that she had anticipated it when she
dressed for the evening, and chose her underclothes to make it as exciting as
possible for him. I don't know about most guys, but that's a highly erotic
concept for me... to know that the woman wants it as much as I do, and goes
out of her way to make my heart race.
Of course, I had the luxury of time to think about such things. Wayne was
busy. While nibbling on her neck and her breasts, his hands were roaming
between the lace edge of her stockings and the elastic edge of her panties.
As she languidly uncrossed her legs and parted her thighs, I could see that
the panties tapered away to only a thin string disappearing between the
cheeks of her ass, and had a growing wet spot right at the center of the
crotch.
Sue guided Wayne's hand to her mound with one hand, while the other held his
head against her breast. He caressed her pussy through the thin silk of her
panties for a moment, pressing his finger into the vertical crease of her
lips, rubbing the place where the wetness had begun to spread, tracing the
bottom border to the edge of her ass cheeks, enjoying the tactile contrast
between warm skin and cool silk. After a moment, he traced the edges with his
fingers until he found a gap between her warm skin and the cloth covering it.
From my place in the darkness of the hallway, I could clearly see as his
fingers dipped beneath the silk and brushed through the fine blonde hair
adorning her mound. Stroking, caressing, probing, slowly yet urgently, I
watched as the fingers, seemingly disembodied, reached lowed and lower until
they dipped into the wet slit between her pussy lips.
Again, Sue seemed impatient to be naked under Wayne's touch. She grabbed his
wrist and pulled his hands out of her panties... but before he had a chance
to react or protest, she arched her back to lift her hips off the couch, slid
her panties down and off her legs, and kicked them away. Even in the dim
light of the fire, I could see that her self-description was true - when
excited, Sue's cunt lips swell and separate, a very inviting (and exciting)
sight. Kissing Wayne deeply, she guided his hand back to the warm wetness of
her pussy, and sighed with pleasure as he began to explore the excited core
of her pleasure. She seemed to be paralyzed by the sensations he was
providing, for other than her kiss she was momentarily passive.
I was transfixed by the sight of my best friend's fingers exploring, and then
disappearing into our lab partner's pussy, and I was again struck by a sense
of surreal conflict: Part of me was detached, as if watching an x-rated
video, seeing an anonymous couple go at it for the camera. But it
periodically occurred to me that there was no camera, and this was no
anonymous couple. These were people that I knew well, that I saw daily in the
cloak of everyday life, and they were making love to each other not 6 feet
away from me. I was mesmerized by the view, every cell and membrane in my
body was paying full attention to the scene before me, and yearning to be a
part of it. My cock was so hard it ached, and I could feel a wet spot of my
own, as my pre-come began to leak out of my hole in ready anticipation.
Wayne definitely knew what he was doing. Each of us had had girlfriends from
time to time, and had talked about sex on a number of occasions, but I had no
real concept of his 'technique', and seeing him strumming chords on her
responsive body was fascinating. His fingers gently combed through the fine
hair on her mound, and periodically dipped into the crease in her lips past
the nubbin of her clit, eliciting a gasp each time. Teasingly, he avoided her
hotspot for several moments, then brushed directly over it, catching her by
surprise. I could clearly see his fingers enter her pussy, parting the full
lips and stroking the hot, wet flesh in search of the g-spot we had read so
much about. I could see his finger glisten with her juices as he traced her
lips, then gently spread them to expose her clit to his touch.
For her part, Sue's breathing had been getting very ragged. Several times it
seemed as though she were well on the way to coming, but each time Wayne
backed away, stroking the skin of her thighs and ass as if to calm her. It
was obvious that he knew just how to get her going, but also obvious that he
wanted this to last for a while.
After the third time that he backed away, Sue broke their hungry kiss, opened
her heavy-lidded blue eyes, and in a gasping voice said "Wayne, that feels so
good, pleeeeeese don't stop".
Wayne grinned, and said "Sue, I'm just getting started. Why don't you lie
back and relax for a while". With a gentle push, Wayne encouraged Sue to turn
slightly and lean back. When she was done, she was laying on her back on the
couch, one leg behind Wayne, the other still on the coffee table. What a
sight! Even from six feet away, I drank in every detail, from her beautiful
blue eyes turned smoky with excitement, to her delicate feet still covered in
sheer hose. And in between lay one gorgeous and fully turned-on woman.
Breasts full and soft on her chest, nipples fully erect, sparse blonde hair
framing pussy lips that were fully engorged and open and wet, just as she had
described. Laid out across my field of view, I had new appreciation for just
how well she was put together. Her firm breasts were the perfect counterpoint
to a high, tight butt, perched wonderfully atop a pair of long and slender
legs.
Still fully dressed, Wayne knelt on the couch between her smooth thighs and
began to kiss his way down the length of her body. Taking time to suck each
nipple lovingly between his lips, he traced a trail with his tongue down past
her ribs, detouring briefly at her navel, then down some more. When he got to
her crotch, he playfully started to tease her again... kissing her warm
thighs, her stomach, licking along the edge of her pussy lips, but getting
nowhere near her clit.
Sue was having none of that. She reached down and grabbed his head with her
hands, and guided his face directly into her cunt. In case he was at all slow
in taking the hint, she raised her hips off the couch a couple of times,
rubbing her clit against the tip of his nose. "Lick me, Wayne", she moaned,
"taste my pussy, make me come".
Wayne got the hint. Gently holding her lips apart with the fingers of one
hand, he gently lowered the tip of his tongue to the very point of her clit,
causing her to gasp with the intensity of the direct contact. As he began to
lick and suck at her most tender flesh, a finger of his other hand probed
between her full, wet cunt lips, seeking the g-spot at her core. I could
definitely tell when he found it - her body went rigid as if with an electric
shock, and then it seemed as if every part of her became more open. Her mouth
opened, her head tilted back as she began to pant, and her thighs spread a
little wider, as if trying to draw Wayne and his insistent fingers farther
into her body.
Standing there, watching that, I was so into the scene that the fantasy of
doing it and the reality of seeing it blended together. I wanted to touch
her. I wanted to be causing those gasps and squeals of pleasure. I wanted to
be licking her. I wanted to be tasting her juices as I probed her pussy with
my tongue.
I wanted to taste her juices..... then it struck me. She had kicked her
panties off, they were probably around here somewhere. I glanced around, and
saw that they lay in a crumpled heap, halfway between the coffee table and my
place of concealment. Without really giving any conscious thought, I noticed
that Sue's eyes were closed, Wayne's vision was blocked by the mound of the
pussy he was busy eating, I crossed those three feet to retrieve the panties
and quickly returned to the safety of the dark hall.
Once there, it didn't seem like I was in control of my own actions. I could
feel one hand loosen the string of my old sweatpants and begin to withdraw my
hard cock, while the other hand brought Sue's panties to my face. As I
inhaled the scent of her pussy, I watched my best friend licking her and
listened to her gasps of excitement and pleasure, and began to stroke my
cock. Wayne was now stroking two fingers in an increasingly demanding rhythm,
sawing in and out of her hot cunt as he licked her clit, pressing his fingers
up so they grazed her g-spot on each out-stroke. Unconsciously I adopted the
same rhythm as I stroked my own cock in the darkness. Under my steadily
pumping fist, the pre-come that had leaked from the tip of my penis made
slick, syrupy noises in sympathetic accompaniment to the sounds coming from
the couch.
I could see Sue's back arch as she pressed her mound against Wayne's lips,
impossibly yearning for still more stimulation. I watched as her legs
rhythmically squeezed around his torso and then spread wide for his access.
When they weren't being used to draw her knees up and apart, holding herself
open for him, Sue's hands were busy on her own tits, tweaking her nipples and
squeezing the hot mounds, ratcheting her own pleasure higher.
I heard a low moan of pleasure from somewhere, a new sound full of passion
and wanting and lust. In the heartbeat before I realized it was coming from
me, I saw Sue's head turn in my direction, her eyes slowly opening. Before I
could withdraw into the shadows, she saw me.... one hand holding her silk
panties to my face, drinking in her aroma, the other hand stroking my cock in
the same rhythm as the fingers penetrating her cunt, my eyes locked on her
undulating body. As our eyes met, a look of surprise crossed her face, then
an understanding smile....
Watching Sue come was like watching daybreak splash inexorably across the
slopes of the rockies. It started in her toes, which curled and clenched with
erotic tension. The soles of her feet arched, and I could see the muscles in
her calves draw tight. By the time the wave of pleasure reached her thighs,
her legs were trembling and quivering, the skin visibly vibrating in the
amber firelight.
Her feet pressed down and her back arched, lifting her until only her feet
and shoulders were still touching the couch. As Wayne continued to coax her
higher, towards the peak she so desperately wanted, I could actually see a
bright blush of excitement spread like a heat rash between her breasts, down
across her abdomen and up towards her slender throat. As the her passion
built, I could see the soft pads of her nipples bloom outward, as the
squared-off points swelled and darkened. Her hands grasped at his head,
clawing passionately through his hair, her straightened arms pushed her tits
together into a bottomless valley of radiant pink flesh.
I realized, as I stood and watched from my now-revealed hiding place, that
through the course of her orgasm Sue's breathing had stopped. I think mine
had, too. The only sound in the room was the muffled squish of Wayne's
fingers as they continued to plunge in and out of her soaking cunt. As the
glow of her still-peaking orgasm rose further up her neck to her face, I
could hear her begin to wail, almost like the whistle of an approaching
train. The sound grew in pitch and intensity until the peak caught her, and
then she exploded.
With a gasp, her hips thrust up and back, her ass-cheeks flexed and jiggled,
as if rising to meet and impale herself on his hand. Her breath came in
rhythmic grunts as the wave caught took control of her muscles, tossing her
about in its fury. Wayne fought to keep his mouth on her cunt as it undulated
and pulsed before him. I could see his cheeks pucker as he sucked directly on
her clit, adding intensity to the avalanche of excitement that was coursing
through every part of her body.
And through it all, her eyes were wide open, and locked on mine. I think that
was the most exciting thing I've ever seen a woman do. It was as though, even
while her body was writhing in the throes of uncontrollable wave of pleasure,
she managed to keep her eyes open, gazing into mine, to consciously open
herself up and share this most intimate and precious moment with me.
Then it was past. While Wayne amused himself by gently licking her thighs and
rubbing his hands over the skin of her still-spasming butt, Sue gestured to
me. "Come here", she implored. At the fragile sound of her shaky voice, Wayne
looked up and saw me. "How long have you been there?" he asked with laughter
in his voice. More than a little embarrassed at being caught peeping - I
shrugged and said nothing. "Come hold me", she said again, and lifted her
arms in my direction as she lay naked before me.
About that time I remembered that my pants were around my ankles, and my hard
cock was poking out from the end of my motionless fist. Caught between a
compelling desire to take her in my arms, and a embarrassed impulse to cover
up and run, I stood motionless, as if rooted to the spot. Finally Sue, in a
voice breathy but firm said "It turns me on to see how you guys work together
in the lab. I was hoping you guys would... uh... work together with me."
Wayne said "you're already dressed for the party, you might as well join in."
How could I say no to that? Without further thought or hesitation, I silently
kicked the crumpled pants off my bare feet, and crossed the two paces to the
couch. I sat on the end near her head, and as soon as I was settled she
skootched herself up until her upper body was laying across my lap. As I took
her in my arms, she said "I was hoping you would be here. It didn't seem
right to do this without you" and reached up to kiss me.
Wow, what lips. I met her open mouth with my own, brushing her tousled hair
out of her face, cradling her head in my hands. I was instantly lost in the
sensations... smell, taste, touch, all heavenly. Her tongue snaked into my
mouth and began to wrestle mine, a match I eagerly joined. Have you ever had
that feeling of falling when you kiss, sort of like time and space have
dropped away? Well this was like that. Her lips were soft and full, her
breath sweet, and at that moment nothing else existed in my world.
Well, that is until a moan snaked out from between her lips. It wasn't until
then that I remembered the woman I was kissing was almost completely naked,
and my best friend was between her nylon-clad legs, merrily licking the
juices from her pussy. What an exciting image!
Each time Wayne brushed a particularly sensitive spot, I could feel her
quiver with an aftershock of the orgasm he had just given her. I could feel
her heart beating against my arm, I could feel the quick intake of her
breath, I could feel her hot skin against my own... all while acutely aware
that she was being licked and caressed by another man at the same time.
Sue broke our kiss and sat up. For a panicked moment I thought that she was
going to get up and leave, and I thought I was going to die at the idea that
I could no longer touch her. But she only went far enough to draw Wayne up to
his knees, and begin to kiss and caress him. She reached up her arms and
placed them around his neck, sharing with him the lips and tongue that so
recently had been mine. For a flash I was insanely jealous, and put my arms
around her to pull her back to me.
But in putting my arms around her, I found those magnificent tits. Still
burning with the heat of her excitement, the skin of her body was hot and
moist and firm and soft all at the same time. From my position behind her, I
took both her breasts in my hands, cupping them and gently squeezing them
together. She seemed to like that, as she moaned slightly and arched her back
slightly.
While I amused myself with her long-dreamed-about tits, Sue's hands were busy
too. Looking over her shoulder, I could see that with one hand she was
stroking and squeezing the length of Wayne's still-covered dick, and rubbing
his chest up inside his shirt with the other. Wayne, who had so selflessly
pleased her moments before, was quickly reacting to the onslaught of her
attentions.
I watched as her hand reached down and began to pull up the bottom of Wayne's
shirt. He grasped it and started to peel it up, and as soon as it was past
she leaned forward to take one of his nipples in her mouth. I heard Wayne
gasp, for the first time in a while, and his breathing became audible as she
licked and sucked and gently bit that sensitive nubbin of flesh. She laved
the smooth expanse of his chest with her tongue, kissing and caressing
everywhere, yet always drawn back to his nipples as if they were magnetized.
With my eyes I followed her other hand to his belt, which she opened with
surprising dexterity. Next I heard the soft pop of the button, and the sigh
of his zipper as she ease it down the length of his groin. Her hand covered
the bulge made by his brief-covered penis, and stroked up and down for a
moment, lingering over the wet spot at the tip. Finally she tugged gently at
the waistband of his underpants, and dipped her hand inside, much as he had
done with hers.
I could only imagine what the cool skin of her hand felt like against the
taut skin of his hard-on. He, by now, had been hard continuously for over a
half-hour (as had I), and this was the first time it had been touched by
anything other than his clothes. Immediately he began to sigh, and swayed
slightly as his knees weakened under the stimulation.
Sue left Wayne's nipples with a soft kiss, and bent down to look at Wayne's
dick. I confess, I did to. As he wriggled his pants and underwear past his
hips, and struggled to remove them past his knees (while still kneeling!)
Outside of a porn movie, this was the first time I had ever seen an erect
penis other than my own. I noticed that his was longer than mine... but not
quite so thick.
After a moment, Wayne had freed himself from his clothes, and was again
kneeling between Sue's legs. I was holding her from behind, fondling her
tits, caressing her skin wherever I could reach it, pressing my own hot skin
against hers, my cock momentarily content to be lodged against the soft flesh
of her hips.
Seemingly oblivious to my presence, Sue's hands performed a hypnotic dance
over the surface of Wayne's hardness, grasping its bulk in one hand while
sliding the other down to caress his balls, and dip further into the darkness
below. I could readily imagine what she was doing, but didn't need to, as
Wayne's moans and whispers perfectly accompanied the movements of her
fingers. For my part, I was entranced with the sensation of the heavy
softness of her breasts tightening and bouncing gently in my hands as she
moved her hands up and down along the length of my friend's cock.
After a moment, Sue scooped up a finger-full of the clear pre-come she had
coaxed from the head of his penis, and brought it to her lips. Looking him
square in the eye as she licked his warm fluid from her hand, she said
"Tastes great. Shall we see if it's filling?"
With a playful laugh, she slowly lowered her body back against mine, and
spread her legs. As she lay back, she held onto his penis, drawing him
farther into the v of her thighs. At once she began to rub the head of his
cock against her clit, rhythmically using her own body to arouse him further.
From my vantage point, I could her hand moving, up and back, and periodically
I could see the pinkish head of his penis part through her pubic hair and
ride up along her slit, growing redder and wetter with each pass. She was so
wet and open by this time, it almost seemed that his head was ironing her
lips into that distinctive butterfly shape.
I sat and watched, one part silent observer and one part involved. I still
had her magnificent tits in my hands, and could feel her body respond in
pleasure each time I roughly strummed my thumbs across her swollen nipples. I
could feel her twitch in my arms as the cock she held in her hands brushed
across her throbbing clit yet again. Most of all, I could feel her skin,
everywhere I touched, glowing with the heat of her arousal.
continued in part 3
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