Sitting Comfortably??.....
Remember Lissy's adventures with two sexy strangers in "Desire on the Dancefloor"? Well, here at long last, is the sequel and believe me when I tell you... Things get even more debauched when Lissy is invited back to the penthouse suite at La Maison Rouge by Riley and Mason, the two hot strangers from the dancefloor! Let the after party commence!....
“I’m Riley by the way!” He says, extending his hand, which of course I accept and he playfully greets me by way of a chivalrous kiss on the back of my hand. A broad smile spreads over his handsome face.
“Guess we forgot our manners back there!” Riley’s friend chuckles, adding “I’m Mason, it’s a pleasure to meet you ummm...” He pauses, waiting for my reply. I can’t stop a cheeky grin of my own from forming on my lips as I realise “Oh yes, they don’t know my name either!...”
“I’m Melissa...Please, call me Lissy.” I shake Mason’s hand, noticing his firm grip, getting an instantaneous vivid flashback of the way he had grabbed my hips on the dance floor earlier.
It’s chilly outside, the night air biting against my damp skin, a total contrast to the heat back inside the club and I shiver involuntarily. “You cold, Lissy? Here, take my jacket.” Riley offers, flashing me another sexy smile that makes me tingle and fizz inside. He helps me with his coat, his fingers making the briefest contact with my bare shoulders and I shiver deliciously. My smile grows wider by the second, seriously, I cannot believe my luck! Thankfully there’s a taxi waiting at the rank and I climb inside with my two new found companions, glad of the warm confines of the cab. I nestle between both men on the back seat and get a sudden rush from their close proximity and the sweet anticipation of what’s in store... It doesn’t take long before desire starts to pulsate between my legs once more and bang on cue, Mason’s hand finds it’s way onto my naked thigh, bringing with it a further barrage of wicked shudders. We’re pretty subdued, engrossed in each other rather than in polite conversation. As Mason trails his masterful fingers along my legs, Riley follows suit, nudging my chin so I’m facing him. “God... He’s hot!...” I secretly think to myself and not for the first time tonight I might add. He leans in close and kisses me, teasing my lips with his own at first before applying some heat. Meanwhile, Mason deploys one hand up to my breast and plays with it’s aching nipple through the flimsy gauze of my top. I sigh softly as both men caress me. I could not give a flying fuck or care less about the taxi driver who’s sneaking furtive glances at us in his rear view mirror. I smile inwardly as it occurs to me that maybe he’s getting hard watching us...
Part III of Daddy's special punishment regime!...
“Just look at them, flaunting themselves like dirty little whores...” He growls under his breath. He spys on her through the venetian blinds, his girl with her slutty best friend, cavorting on the lawn without a care in the world. He watches intently as the two girls chase each other on the grass, all sky-larking and high pitched laughter, observing them; scantily clad in summer bikinis and outrageously short frilly skirts. Their slender young bodies brush against each other as they shamelessly horse around. He frowns as she grabs the garden hose and aims the spray at her companion, soaking her instantly. More hysterical laughter floats down the garden and through his study window, the sound making him bristle at such wanton behaviour. In his opinion their antics were inappropriate; attracting unwanted attention from the gardeners, the hired help.
“Must nip this in the bud...” He decides but not before feasting his beady eyes back on the girls once more as they wrestle for the hose...
They are supposed to be upstairs studying, not frolicking and this stokes his disapproval. It’s gone quiet he realises.Too quiet and he doesn’t like it one little bit. “What is that disobedient girl up to now?...”
Swiftly he leaves the study and makes his way outside to the summer house. Through the grimy window pane he is stunned by what he sees before him. The two girls are entwined, all glistening wet limbs, panting, pert barely concealed breasts touching. He takes great care not to reveal himself. He grows very stiff, an instant reaction to seeing them kissing and fondling one another in the seclusion of his summer house. He regains his composure, knows he has a duty, his stern disciplinarian persona alerting him to such despicable behaviour. Behaviour he knows is appalling. Surely he has strictly instilled higher moral values into his young girl? Yet here she is...
He makes his grand entrance, the wooden door to the summer house flies open, slamming loudly with the force. The two reprobates jump out of their naked damp skin and jump apart like two scalded cats; fear plainly visible on their flushed faces. They’ve been caught well and truly in the act.
Dedicated to my One True Love, without his genius these words would remain unwritten....
As the taxi pulls up,we pay the driver and you open your door. I glance over and see your slender legs, knee's together as you slide across the seat to disembark in a ladylike fashion, stirring less than gentlemanly thoughts in my mind. Shimmering light bounces and radiates off your smooth and smouldering hot legs, making me stare trance-like from your toes, encased in spiked heels, up to your thigh. Your short sparkly skirt is so complimentary,hiding just a few inches of mind blowing flesh; so real and so thought provoking. Once out of the taxi we walk towards the bar,my mind excited at walking through the doors and at what lies ahead. An overwhelming feeling of "Yes, she has entered the building!" hits me. As expected, you walk in and what seems like a thousand eyes turn to look. Then comes a millisecond's silence, you can hear the proverbial pin drop, and it seems to last an age. Pride, pleasure and emotion swell inside me. I raise my head as you reach back taking my hand firmly in yours and audible sighs of disappointment echo throughout the bar as they realise you are here with a man firmly on your arm. If only they knew the real reason we’re here in the first place... Their sighs would surely turn to gasps.
