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Meeting them both (mfm)
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
(For people who like sensuality in all directions. Write if you like it.)
Ned touched his unruly sideburns as he critically
examined himself in the mirror of the rising elevator. His
tweed jacket might be out of place, he thought, but who
could tell what they would wear. And he might as well be
himself. The wind stopped whistling, and he could feel
himself become lighter as the number 47 lit up on the floor
indicator in front of him. ...Too high to live.
He tried to recall her face. She was handsome, he
remembered that, but she had stayed in the car when,
yesterday, he had met Paul on the street briefly, to arrange
the meeting tonight. He remembered a slightly tense smile
on brilliant red lips. Her hair as very black. He couldn't
remember much else. What a was her name? Just as the
door swung open, it came to him.
...Hi, Ned. I'm Clarissa Braithwaite, please call me
Clara. She stretched out her hand. ...We've been waiting
for you.
She kept his hand as she drew him in through the
crowded entrance hall. He saw that she was older than
she looked din the car, perhaps late forties, with a full
figure. Her dark hair was flecked with gray. Her touch
was gentle, but firm. They emerged into a small living
room with an enormous window overlooking the city.
Paul had risen from the very long couch facing the view
and greeted him with a smile, reaching out as he came
around between the couch and a table set for dinner for
three.
...Hello Ned. I'm really glad you came.
...You didn't doubt it, did you. I have been looking
forward to this, ever since I heard your voice on the
telephone. This is a marvelous apartment.
Clara swung around and sat on the couch, watching
Ned as he moved over to the window. ...Its tiny, just this
room and the bedroom and a closet kitchen, but we like to
think of all that as the third room.
Across the street far below, there as a similar
apartment house that reached up a few floors below where
they stood, so that the city spread out beyond it as far as
the horizon. Looking down, the apartments across the
way were ablaze with lights in the early evening.
...Can I get you a drink? As you see , we've started
already. Paul waved the wine glass.
...Yes, please. Wine? Good, I'd love some.
While Paul moved to the kitchen, Ned sat at the
other end of the couch and turned to Clara. She seemed a
bit nervous, her eyes turned to him, and then away. ...I'm
so glad you could come. You know we haven't done
anything like this in a long time. But your ad was so
appealing.
Ned laughed. ... Well, I'm just glad you called. I
haven't done this for a long time either. I wondered if I
would. But then..well, I just thought I would give it a
whirl.
...Tell me, if you don't mind, did you get any other
responses.
...Yes, three. Two seemed a bit crazy.
...:And the other?
...A possibility, perhaps.
...Paul surprised me when he showed me your ad.
But I'm glad he wrote you. I'd love to see the other letters.
If you don't mind, that is. Later.
...I didn't bring them. But I guess I could describe
them. I - uh - read them carefully, you might say.
Paul returned with a glass for Ned, who
immediately took a long drink, spilling it slightly on his
chin. He laughed at himself. ...Well, a bit nervous I guess,
sorry. Clara smiled at him
Paul leaned against the window in front of them.
...We have dinner ready, as you see. But there's no hurry.
We could, that is, whenever we want, its ready.
...Thanks. That's good of you., I didn't know quite
what you would want.
Clara spread her skirt out across her knees, sipped at
her glass and sighed. ...This is so nice. Being here like this.
...Yes
Paul had brought out the half gallon wine bottle, and
filled their glasses. They were silent for a few moments,
sipping, beginning to relax. It was warm in the apartment,
and Ned realized for the first time that they were dressed
very casually. Paul in an open shirt, Clara in a simple
wrap around dress. He suddenly felt over dressed.
...Its nice and warm in here, would you mind if I
took off my coat?
Clara stood up and reached to him. ...Of course not,
here. Ned stood and slipped out of the jacket, letting her
take it. He stayed standing as she lay it on the back of the
couch. Then she turned to him. ... Here.. She put her
arms around him and drew him to her. He was surprised,
and a little off balance. He glanced up at Paul who was
standing, his glass to his lips, amused. He raised his glass.
...Yes, yes. Welcome Ned.
Clara lay her body against his and pressed close to
him. He could feel himself growing between them. He
stood a little stiffly, then slowly relaxed with the warmth
of her embrace.
...That's better. She gave him a slight hug and then
moved away. He wondered if he should try to kiss her,
wanting to at that moment, losing himself in the
possibilities. But she turned and picked up her glass,
turned, letting her skirt swirl around her body, and sat
back down on the couch.
He gave a little laugh he was afraid sounded too
much like a giggle. ... Well, thank you. You know how to
make someone feel at home... He reached and picked up
his glass,. Paul was still standing with his glass,
apparently hesitating. Ned looked at him, and then
tentatively parted his arms. Paul smiled and moved to him
and they embraced, too. Not quite the same, although Ned
suddenly became aware that he could feel a pressure that
must have been Paul's erection. Ned blushed, he thought,
and sat down a bit heavily on the couch.
Paul, still standing and smiling... ...I think this is
going to work, Clara. Yes, I think it is going to be very
good. Ned took a long drink and began to feel genuinely
at ease.
Clara reached out her glass, and Paul filled it.
...Here's to you Ned. She took another sip. The wind
suddenly shook the windows a bit, and they spoke of the
weather. Looking out of the window, Ned caught sight of
an apartment across the way in which an attractive
woman was brushing out her hair. At first he ignored it,
but then he decided that if there was any place and time
he could spontaneously focus on such a thing, this was it.
...Look, he said. That woman looks very attractive.
The other two followed his gesture. Paul said ...Oh yes,
that's Mildred. Oh, well, I don't know what her real name
is, but we see her all the time, and I call her Mildred.
...Oh, I see. Does she, that is, she seems very open.
...Yes, yes, she is. She seems to enjoy showing off for
us.
Clara laughed. ...Oh yes, Paul watches her a lot.
Look. She gestured to the edge of the big window,
where Ned noticed a large standing telescope for the first
time.
...I see, that must bring you right up close. Does she
know you watch her?
...She never acknowledges it, but sometimes I see
her look up here.
Ned turned to Clara. ...Paul said "us". Do you watch
her, too?
Clara seemed to blush. ...Well, yes, sometimes.
Maybe not with the same attention. But she is very
beautiful.
...I must admit that I have always been addicted to
watching people. Its quite erotic, don't you think, even if
they don't do anything sexual.
...Yes, I know what you mean. Although sometimes
she is more, how shall I say, explicit.
...That's putting it mildly.
Ned got up and looked through the telescope, and
found that it was focused on the girl's room. He saw her
glance briefly once or twice toward the window, but
couldn't tell whether she was looking that way. She put
down the brush and began to run her hands across her
body. ...Well, that is something... Suddenly she turned
about put out the light and left the room. Ned looked up
to see the two of them looking at him with amusement.
...Silly, isn't it. I mean with the two of you here,
looking at that girl.
Paul put his glass down and moved toward the table.
...No I don't think its silly. In a way, that's what we
are here for, to take advantage of any sensuous
opportunity, no?
...I guess you're right.
Clara had moved into the kitchen and now put
plates of hors d'oeuvres in front of them. She stood for a
moment with her arm around Paul's shoulder. He turned
and pressed his lips to her bosom in an affectionate kiss.
... One can't be this way all the time, I guess, but there
should be times when one can be just as sensuous and
sexy as one wants, right?
Ned nodded. Paul had slipped his hand to the tie of
her dress and undone the knot. ...Oh Paul, don't do that.
She hesitated, and then, looking at Ned, she sighed. I
guess it would be nice. She shook a little, letting the dress
fall loosely around her. It didn't open, but somehow the
gesture was very exciting.
Ned smiled at her, and touched her hand as she sat
in the chair between them. ...Yes, that is nice Clara. You
have such a sensuous body. She smiled and lifted her dark
hair off her shoulders, and then reached around her back
and undid her bra. For a moment, her ample breasts with
their upright nipples were visible. But then she sat and
pulled her dress loosely around her. ...Now its time to eat,
gentlemen. She picked up a piece of smoked salmon and
brought it to Ned's lips. He took it from her fingers, letting
his lips brush against them. Clara then turned and did the
same to Paul., who managed to suck in the tip of her
finger. She hesitated a moment, her eye lids lowering a
second. Then she returned to her own plate and fed
herself. As if by agreement, they all ate with their fingers.
By the time the main course had been served and
cleared away, they had all drunk a lot wine and were
laughing a lot. Paul announced that they had to be serious
for a moment. ...Uh, you two, I think we need to have
some ground rules here.
Clara gave a mock sigh ...Oh goodness, so
calculated.
...No, not calculated, just not foolish. For example, in
this day and age, these are important. He reached into
his pocket and through several condoms on to the table.
...Oh, Paul, really
...I think he's right, Clara. Just to be on the safe side.
and these look like good ones. Ned took one and opened
it. ...They are very fine. He slipped it over his finger and
rubbed it. ...See? He raised it and rubbed Clara's lips with
it. Clara closed her eyes, sighed again. ...I suppose you're
right.
Paul beamed. ...Good. And now, I think we ought to
let Ned know that we don't think that pain has any part of
our sex.
...No problem there.
...And finally, well...
...What?
...I think I ought to know what you and I...that is...
Ned looked at Paul for a moment, not
comprehending. Suddenly, he understood. ...You mean if
we should...touch each other?
...Yes.
...Right. Well, I was wondering about that, too. I
don't think I could say that I,,,
Paul misinterpreted his hesitation. ...That's okay,
Ned. We don't need..
...No, I didn't mean that. I didn't mean that I
wouldn't.... I only mean that I only want, I only wish for,
well, some of it.
Clara looked at him expectantly. ...Such as?
...To tell you truth, I want to touch you, Paul. And,
well, especially your...your...
...Penis?
...Yes.
...But not, say, kiss?
...Exactly. Funny, I guess. I mean the one seems so
much more than the other.
...No. I understand. I feel the same way, I guess.
...Right now, for example..
...Yes
...Well, I'd like to...touch you there.
...Ned, come here.
With that, Paul stood up and deftly slipped out of
his clothes. His penis sprung up. He pushed the chair
away from the table and sat down again, sliding down in
his chair. Ned got up, and slowly moved around. He sank
to his knees, and reached out and grasped Paul's penis,
which was red and straining. ...That feels very good Ned.
Clara had been watching intently, but when Ned
gently squeezed Paul, she got up and came and stood by
him, putting her arm around his shoulders. She reached
down and touched Ned's hand. ...Now we're really
altogether. Paul reached around, and pushing back her
dress, exposed her thighs. He rubbed his hand on her
belly. She sighed and ground her hips against his.
Ned broke his fascination with the penis in his hand,
and turned to them. ...Look, you two, why don't you go
first, why don't you fuck, right now. I would love to watch
you. You wont need the condom. Go ahead.
Clara didn't need any encouragement at that point,
and without waiting for Paul to answer, she there her legs
over him and let herself down on his penis. Ned guided
him into her, and quickly Clara began to rise up and
down, uttering a brief ecstatic cry as he moved deeply
inside her. They stayed that way for eight or nine thrusts,
until finally Paul stopped her. ...Clara I love it, but I don't
want to come all the way right now. I want to save it.
Clara rose obediently and looked at Ned. Ned
turned her and made her sit down on a chair. Kneeling
before her, he pressed his mouth between her legs and
directly, without further preliminaries, he began to draw
his tongue quickly against her. In a few moments, she
uttered another sharp cry and came.
Paul was still lying on the floor, his penis throbbing
and glistening. Ned stood slowly, standing between
Clara's still parted legs. He looked over at Paul. ...Are you
sure you wouldn't like to come? Don't worry, we'll coax
you back to life, won't we Clara? Clara smiled languidly
and nodded.
Paul looked up at Ned. ...You did feel good.
Ned walked over between Paul's parted legs, and let
himself down until he was on hands a knees, his arms
straddling Paul's torso. He let his head slowly down until
he could catch Paul's penis between his lips. Dryly, at first,
just with the lips, he began to pull at it, letting it fall back
every now and then, and dipping his head down to catch
it again. Out of the corner of his eyes he could see that
Clara was watching him from her half-lowered lids.
Her hand was lying idly between her legs. Ned caught
Paul more firmly in his mouth, and for the first time, let
his tongue run across the tip. He savored the salty taste,
and the textures. IT seemed to swell even more, thick as it
was. Paul sighed audibly. Ned closed his lips tightly
around it and sucked it in slow motions of his throat. Then
he let it, once again slip from his mouth. This time it
hardly fell back at all. It seemed redder and darker than
before. He paused for a minute, watching it move, until he
dipped his head once again and took it in. He slipped his
lips down the shaft, letting it press against the back of his
mouth, pushing down as far as it could. Then he slowly let
it out, letting his lips be pulled outwards, as if hey were
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